Steamy Shower - 1/1 - Adult - Bill/Fleur
Title: Steamy Shower (1/1)
Author: silvernatasha
Rating: Adult
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Summary: Bill likes his showers hot; Fleur likes hers steamy. Bill/Fleur.
A/N: Written for 50_smutlets prompt #38: shower and smut_69 prompt #34: foreplay.
Word Count: 1007.
Bill liked his showers hot. Most people couldn’t stand them as hot as he could and, when he’d lived at the Burrow, his brothers had often given him an earful when they’d used the shower after him and hadn’t checked the water temperature before stepping under the water. He was the eldest brother, though, so there wasn’t really much they could do other than glare at him. Except Charlie, who tended to thump him when Bill smirked.
He tilted his head back, letting the hot water rinse the shampoo from his hair and sighing as the suds ran down his back.
Gasping at a sudden draught of cold air, he rested back against the tiles as his wife stepped under the spray with him, wearing nothing but a sly smile. “’Allo, Bill.” Fleur’s hands were cold as she touched his chest, manoeuvring around him slightly to have more room. That said, there still wasn’t a great deal of space in the shower, and Fleur’s breasts pressed up against his chest.
“Shut the door. You’re letting all the steam out.”
Fleur just kissed his neck. “I theenk zat we can make more steam, oui?”
“Fleur, I’m trying to have a shower,” Bill told her as patiently as he could, tugging the door shut.
“And so am I,” she retorted, the water making her blonde hair darker. “By ze time zat you ’ave finished, I know zat zhere will be no ’ot water left.”
He scowled as Fleur reached past him for her shampoo, her body pressing even more firmly against his. “That’s not fair.” If she continued to move against him like that, he really couldn’t be held responsible for the reaction that a certain part of his anatomy would have. He had a feeling that she knew that, though, especially from the way that she smiled at him and turned around so that he could rub the shampoo into her long hair.
Her arse was pressed up against him, and Bill could already feel his cock starting to harden as he imagined the positions that were available to them in this confined space. If she moved forward just a little bit and moved her legs apart, for example, he could quite easily just slide into her, hot and wet and so perfectly tight around his cock.
Biting his lip, Bill’s fingers massaged her scalp, eliciting breathy sighs from Fleur that echoed around them slightly, audible over the sound of the running water. Bill realised that there wasn’t really enough room for Fleur to rinse her hair properly, so he reached up awkwardly, pulling the shower head from its support and bringing it down to Fleur’s head. He shivered slightly, a little cold without the hot water on his body.
Fleur groaned and Bill was presented with a wicked idea. As the last suds ran down her thighs and down the plughole, he moved the showerhead, directing the spray at her full breasts. His wife gasped, jumping slightly and twisting to face him. Her back was pressed up against the wall of the shower, displaying her to him, much to Bill’s delight.
His cock was decidedly hard now as he looked at her, taking in the lusty look in her eyes and the way her nipples had hardened under the stimulation of the water.
“Bill, what are you doing?”
He smirked. “You said you wanted hot water, right?” She whimpered slightly, and then nodded. “Then I’m just giving you what you wanted.” He moved the spray down lower, the water covering her firm stomach and then moving it lower still.
“Ze water,” Fleur gasped. “Eet ees so ’ot!”
Bill realised what she meant, fumbling behind him to turn down the temperature of the water before he moved the showerhead between her thighs, the forceful stream of water directed straight at Fleur’s cunt. She groaned, her fingers clawing at the tiled wall.
Using his other hand to caress a breast, Bill cupped it, running his thumb over the hard nub of her nipple. Fleur whined, arching her back and pushing her chest out towards him. There wasn’t much room to move, but Bill managed to duck his head down, drawing the nipple into his mouth. He sucked and licked the sensitive flesh, keeping the water aimed at Fleur the best he could.
His cock pressed up against her thigh and Fleur touched it with trembling fingers, starting to stroke him as he teased her with his mouth. Bill threw back his head, groaning loudly, and forcing his hand between her legs. Two fingers slipped easily inside her, pumping in and out as the water ran onto her clit. Fleur bucked her hips, trying not to slip and crack her head open on the tiles when her legs almost gave way under her.
Bill bit his lip, stifling his moan as her hand continued to stroke his cock, sliding easily over wet skin. Fleur’s cunt started to clench around his fingers and the look on her face told him that she was close. She started to murmur for more in French, not able to articulate herself in English when she was this close to the edge.
“Bill, Bill, Bill,” she repeated his name over and over, breathy and low and such a fucking turn-on that Bill nearly came right then. With a whimper, Fleur reached her peak, shuddering around his fingers and pulling them further in.
That pushed Bill over and he dropped the showerhead, narrowly missing his foot and covering her belly and thighs with his release. Fleur sighed, looking at him with half-closed eyes.
“I thought zat people were supposed to get clean in ze shower?” she asked, a teasing smile tugging at the corner of her lips.
Bill kissed her hard, pressing her up against the wall. “You get into a shower with me and you actually thought we’d get clean?”
Her smiled widened. “Non,” she admitted slowly. “I may ’ave… planned eet.”
“You planned to seduce me?”
“Oui.”
“Mmm. Wicked, wicked woman.”
Fleur just grinned. “Oui.”
Author: silvernatasha
Rating: Adult
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Summary: Bill likes his showers hot; Fleur likes hers steamy. Bill/Fleur.
A/N: Written for 50_smutlets prompt #38: shower and smut_69 prompt #34: foreplay.
Word Count: 1007.
Bill liked his showers hot. Most people couldn’t stand them as hot as he could and, when he’d lived at the Burrow, his brothers had often given him an earful when they’d used the shower after him and hadn’t checked the water temperature before stepping under the water. He was the eldest brother, though, so there wasn’t really much they could do other than glare at him. Except Charlie, who tended to thump him when Bill smirked.
He tilted his head back, letting the hot water rinse the shampoo from his hair and sighing as the suds ran down his back.
Gasping at a sudden draught of cold air, he rested back against the tiles as his wife stepped under the spray with him, wearing nothing but a sly smile. “’Allo, Bill.” Fleur’s hands were cold as she touched his chest, manoeuvring around him slightly to have more room. That said, there still wasn’t a great deal of space in the shower, and Fleur’s breasts pressed up against his chest.
“Shut the door. You’re letting all the steam out.”
Fleur just kissed his neck. “I theenk zat we can make more steam, oui?”
“Fleur, I’m trying to have a shower,” Bill told her as patiently as he could, tugging the door shut.
“And so am I,” she retorted, the water making her blonde hair darker. “By ze time zat you ’ave finished, I know zat zhere will be no ’ot water left.”
He scowled as Fleur reached past him for her shampoo, her body pressing even more firmly against his. “That’s not fair.” If she continued to move against him like that, he really couldn’t be held responsible for the reaction that a certain part of his anatomy would have. He had a feeling that she knew that, though, especially from the way that she smiled at him and turned around so that he could rub the shampoo into her long hair.
Her arse was pressed up against him, and Bill could already feel his cock starting to harden as he imagined the positions that were available to them in this confined space. If she moved forward just a little bit and moved her legs apart, for example, he could quite easily just slide into her, hot and wet and so perfectly tight around his cock.
Biting his lip, Bill’s fingers massaged her scalp, eliciting breathy sighs from Fleur that echoed around them slightly, audible over the sound of the running water. Bill realised that there wasn’t really enough room for Fleur to rinse her hair properly, so he reached up awkwardly, pulling the shower head from its support and bringing it down to Fleur’s head. He shivered slightly, a little cold without the hot water on his body.
Fleur groaned and Bill was presented with a wicked idea. As the last suds ran down her thighs and down the plughole, he moved the showerhead, directing the spray at her full breasts. His wife gasped, jumping slightly and twisting to face him. Her back was pressed up against the wall of the shower, displaying her to him, much to Bill’s delight.
His cock was decidedly hard now as he looked at her, taking in the lusty look in her eyes and the way her nipples had hardened under the stimulation of the water.
“Bill, what are you doing?”
He smirked. “You said you wanted hot water, right?” She whimpered slightly, and then nodded. “Then I’m just giving you what you wanted.” He moved the spray down lower, the water covering her firm stomach and then moving it lower still.
“Ze water,” Fleur gasped. “Eet ees so ’ot!”
Bill realised what she meant, fumbling behind him to turn down the temperature of the water before he moved the showerhead between her thighs, the forceful stream of water directed straight at Fleur’s cunt. She groaned, her fingers clawing at the tiled wall.
Using his other hand to caress a breast, Bill cupped it, running his thumb over the hard nub of her nipple. Fleur whined, arching her back and pushing her chest out towards him. There wasn’t much room to move, but Bill managed to duck his head down, drawing the nipple into his mouth. He sucked and licked the sensitive flesh, keeping the water aimed at Fleur the best he could.
His cock pressed up against her thigh and Fleur touched it with trembling fingers, starting to stroke him as he teased her with his mouth. Bill threw back his head, groaning loudly, and forcing his hand between her legs. Two fingers slipped easily inside her, pumping in and out as the water ran onto her clit. Fleur bucked her hips, trying not to slip and crack her head open on the tiles when her legs almost gave way under her.
Bill bit his lip, stifling his moan as her hand continued to stroke his cock, sliding easily over wet skin. Fleur’s cunt started to clench around his fingers and the look on her face told him that she was close. She started to murmur for more in French, not able to articulate herself in English when she was this close to the edge.
“Bill, Bill, Bill,” she repeated his name over and over, breathy and low and such a fucking turn-on that Bill nearly came right then. With a whimper, Fleur reached her peak, shuddering around his fingers and pulling them further in.
That pushed Bill over and he dropped the showerhead, narrowly missing his foot and covering her belly and thighs with his release. Fleur sighed, looking at him with half-closed eyes.
“I thought zat people were supposed to get clean in ze shower?” she asked, a teasing smile tugging at the corner of her lips.
Bill kissed her hard, pressing her up against the wall. “You get into a shower with me and you actually thought we’d get clean?”
Her smiled widened. “Non,” she admitted slowly. “I may ’ave… planned eet.”
“You planned to seduce me?”
“Oui.”
“Mmm. Wicked, wicked woman.”
Fleur just grinned. “Oui.”