Leigh!fic- Persuasion (1/1)- Bill Weasley/Fleur Delacour
Title: Persuasion (1/1)
Author: Leigh, aka leigh_adams
Characters: Bill Weasley/Fleur Delacour
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 341
Summary: Bill tries to persuade his fiancé to try something new.
Author’s Notes: Written for this week's offering at hp_humpdrabbles . The prompt used was 'ballet Boot, also known as a Venetian Bondage Boot.' Hover your cursor over the French phrases to see the English translation.
"Chéri, you 'ave got to be keeding," Fleur said, hands on her hips as she quirked a quizzical eyebrow at her fiancée. "'Zere ees no way in ze seven layers of 'ell zat I am wearing those bottes."
Bill's answering grin could best be described as wolfish as he took a few steps closer, the black leather boot shiny in his hands. "Why not, love? You know how much I love it when you wear your boots to bed." Leaning in, he trailed his lips along her jaw until he reached the smooth patch of skin just beneath her ear. Pressing a soft kiss to it, he murmured, "What's a little pain mixed with pleasure, ma petite fleur?"
A shudder ripped over her skin at his words, and she reached up to steady herself, grasping onto his elbow. "Je crois que non, chéri," she breathed, unable to keep the mix of curiosity and desire out of her voice.
Her fiancé was all too aware of her body, though, and he didn't let the moment pass. "I love it when your heels press into my back," he rasped, caging her body against the wall of the shop with his own. "It makes it so much sweeter when you scream my name."
His hand slid up to cup her breast through the thin silk dress she wore, and it took every last inch of resolve Fleur had not to acquiesce, if only to get him to take her to bed. "La réponse, c'est toujours non, Bill," she replied. "But eef you are so interested in la cuir, I zeenk zere are some les fouets 'ere."
"Mmm, maybe later," Bill murmured against her throat, pressing his hips against hers so that she could feel exactly what she did to him. "I think I need to take you home and ravish you before we scandalize these poor shop keepers."
And before Fleur could utter a word, he Apparated them away with a loud 'crack!'
Neither of them noticed the boot still clutched between their bodies.
Author: Leigh, aka leigh_adams
Characters: Bill Weasley/Fleur Delacour
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 341
Summary: Bill tries to persuade his fiancé to try something new.
Author’s Notes: Written for this week's offering at hp_humpdrabbles . The prompt used was 'ballet Boot, also known as a Venetian Bondage Boot.' Hover your cursor over the French phrases to see the English translation.
"Chéri, you 'ave got to be keeding," Fleur said, hands on her hips as she quirked a quizzical eyebrow at her fiancée. "'Zere ees no way in ze seven layers of 'ell zat I am wearing those bottes."
Bill's answering grin could best be described as wolfish as he took a few steps closer, the black leather boot shiny in his hands. "Why not, love? You know how much I love it when you wear your boots to bed." Leaning in, he trailed his lips along her jaw until he reached the smooth patch of skin just beneath her ear. Pressing a soft kiss to it, he murmured, "What's a little pain mixed with pleasure, ma petite fleur?"
A shudder ripped over her skin at his words, and she reached up to steady herself, grasping onto his elbow. "Je crois que non, chéri," she breathed, unable to keep the mix of curiosity and desire out of her voice.
Her fiancé was all too aware of her body, though, and he didn't let the moment pass. "I love it when your heels press into my back," he rasped, caging her body against the wall of the shop with his own. "It makes it so much sweeter when you scream my name."
His hand slid up to cup her breast through the thin silk dress she wore, and it took every last inch of resolve Fleur had not to acquiesce, if only to get him to take her to bed. "La réponse, c'est toujours non, Bill," she replied. "But eef you are so interested in la cuir, I zeenk zere are some les fouets 'ere."
"Mmm, maybe later," Bill murmured against her throat, pressing his hips against hers so that she could feel exactly what she did to him. "I think I need to take you home and ravish you before we scandalize these poor shop keepers."
And before Fleur could utter a word, he Apparated them away with a loud 'crack!'
Neither of them noticed the boot still clutched between their bodies.