Leigh!fic- Before the Storm (1/1)- Bill Weasley/Fleur Delacour
Title: Before the Storm (1/1)
Author: Leigh, aka leigh_adams
Characters: Bill Weasley/Fleur Delacour
Rating: R
Word Count: 500
Summary: "I'm hurt, love. I'm not dead."
Author’s Notes: Written for hp_humpdrabbles . The prompt was 'Fleur Delacour.'
The hospital wing was dark and quiet, save for the occasional disturbance from Madame Pomfrey checking in on her patient. Three days had passed since Bill had been attacked, and three days had passed since Fleur had left his side.
A gentle squeeze on her hand woke her from her gentle doze, and she started, sliding in her chair before she quickly righted herself. "Are you alright, chéri?" she asked quietly, scooting closer to the bed. "Do you want me to fetch ze madame?"
Bill shook his head and tugged on her hand again. "I'm fine, Fleur. Don't get Madame Pomfrey."
"Are you thirsty? 'Ungry?"
Chuckling a bit at her mother hen impression- she would probably be horrified to know how strongly she resembled Molly Weasley at that moment- he shook his head again and patted the spot next to him on the bed. "Sit up here with me."
Fleur gave him a long look, appraising his request in accordance with his healing wounds. "I do not want to 'urt you."
Rolling his eyes, Bill reached over and, with a bit of effort, tugged her onto the bed beside him, ignoring the squeaks of protest his actions provoked. "See? That wasn't so difficult."
"Bill Weasley, if you were not 'urt, I would 'ex you into next week!" she hissed. Her hand swatted at his own, which was slowly creeping up her stomach towards her breasts.
"I'm hurt, love. I'm not dead."
"C'est hors sujet," Fleur replied. Her protestations didn't deter him, though, and while one hand cupped her breast, the other slipped down to the hem of her skirt and underneath to dance over the white skin of her thighs.
"Please, Fleur," he murmured in her ear as his hand traveled higher, "let me give you pleasure. I want- I need it."
She couldn't refuse him anymore than she could stop the sun from rising. "Si tu veux," she whispered, tilting her head back and pressing her lips to his in a soft, chaste kiss.
All chasteness fled as the hand between her legs pushed her knickers aside, and Bill slid one long finger into her wet heat. She clenched around him, and the action drew a muttered curse from his lips. He gave her another finger as his thumb sought and found her sensitive nub, rubbing smooth circles around it.
Fleur gasped and moaned, and her hand reached up to cup his neck as she pressed back against him. "Mon dieu, Bill," she pleaded breathily, straining against him. "Please."
"Since you asked so nicely," he murmured, increasing the pace of his hand. He could feel her tense against him, and his lips covered hers as he flicked at her nub one final time, pushing her over the edge. He swallowed her moans of ecstasy, his firm hand kneading at her breast as she writhed through her orgasm next to him. She was so soft, so flushed, and so beautiful.
He ducked his head and ran his nose along her neck, inhaling her sweet scent as he did. "Je t'adore."
Author: Leigh, aka leigh_adams
Characters: Bill Weasley/Fleur Delacour
Rating: R
Word Count: 500
Summary: "I'm hurt, love. I'm not dead."
Author’s Notes: Written for hp_humpdrabbles . The prompt was 'Fleur Delacour.'
The hospital wing was dark and quiet, save for the occasional disturbance from Madame Pomfrey checking in on her patient. Three days had passed since Bill had been attacked, and three days had passed since Fleur had left his side.
A gentle squeeze on her hand woke her from her gentle doze, and she started, sliding in her chair before she quickly righted herself. "Are you alright, chéri?" she asked quietly, scooting closer to the bed. "Do you want me to fetch ze madame?"
Bill shook his head and tugged on her hand again. "I'm fine, Fleur. Don't get Madame Pomfrey."
"Are you thirsty? 'Ungry?"
Chuckling a bit at her mother hen impression- she would probably be horrified to know how strongly she resembled Molly Weasley at that moment- he shook his head again and patted the spot next to him on the bed. "Sit up here with me."
Fleur gave him a long look, appraising his request in accordance with his healing wounds. "I do not want to 'urt you."
Rolling his eyes, Bill reached over and, with a bit of effort, tugged her onto the bed beside him, ignoring the squeaks of protest his actions provoked. "See? That wasn't so difficult."
"Bill Weasley, if you were not 'urt, I would 'ex you into next week!" she hissed. Her hand swatted at his own, which was slowly creeping up her stomach towards her breasts.
"I'm hurt, love. I'm not dead."
"C'est hors sujet," Fleur replied. Her protestations didn't deter him, though, and while one hand cupped her breast, the other slipped down to the hem of her skirt and underneath to dance over the white skin of her thighs.
"Please, Fleur," he murmured in her ear as his hand traveled higher, "let me give you pleasure. I want- I need it."
She couldn't refuse him anymore than she could stop the sun from rising. "Si tu veux," she whispered, tilting her head back and pressing her lips to his in a soft, chaste kiss.
All chasteness fled as the hand between her legs pushed her knickers aside, and Bill slid one long finger into her wet heat. She clenched around him, and the action drew a muttered curse from his lips. He gave her another finger as his thumb sought and found her sensitive nub, rubbing smooth circles around it.
Fleur gasped and moaned, and her hand reached up to cup his neck as she pressed back against him. "Mon dieu, Bill," she pleaded breathily, straining against him. "Please."
"Since you asked so nicely," he murmured, increasing the pace of his hand. He could feel her tense against him, and his lips covered hers as he flicked at her nub one final time, pushing her over the edge. He swallowed her moans of ecstasy, his firm hand kneading at her breast as she writhed through her orgasm next to him. She was so soft, so flushed, and so beautiful.
He ducked his head and ran his nose along her neck, inhaling her sweet scent as he did. "Je t'adore."