RP: Quickening
Date: 24 November 1998 | Wee Small Hours
Characters: Fleur Weasley, Bill Weasley [Asleep], Baby Bulge Weasley [Awake]
Location: Shell Cottage
Status: Private
Summary: Fleur wakes thinking something is wrong, when it's really very much all right.
Completion: Complete
It was the third night in a row where Fleur had awoken around two in the morning. Fleur was normally a good sleeper, rarely waking unless something disturbed her. The first night, she'd reached automatically for her wand and had nearly woken Bill. Thankfully, she thought better of it. She would have hated to have woken her husband for nothing. The second night, she wondered if it wasn't some animal getting into the garden, but she realized that the wards and spells would have prevented that. She had risen to use the loo and by the time she washed her hands, climbed back into bed, and felt her beloved Bill wrap himself back around her, she'd quite forgotten that she'd even had an inkling that something was wrong.
Tonight, she'd spent a little extra time checking things around the house before bed. She thought about telling Bill about waking up in the middle of the night, however that seemed a little foolish to her considering that last night it was probably just her bladder that had caused it. Fleur knew that would only become more common as her pregnancy progressed. At 20 weeks, her baby bulge was nicely rounded. Fleur felt good to be at the half-way point of her pregnancy. She had not enjoyed the early symptoms with her breasts so tender and feeling very tired. This second phase was lovely though. She adored the way her belly rounded with child. Fleur had been very aggressive this past week with her husband, her need for him so great. Bill had been very full of himself and teasing about how much she wanted him. It was a good thing that she found Bill's arrogance alluring. Her husband was a powerful, masculine man and she was extremely pleased whenever he turned his power and masculinity on to her, even if it meant begging for him. Fleur was a proud woman but she found nothing but pleasure in begging for Bill. He knew just how far to push her to make it a sweet torment, how hard to make things for her to enhance their pleasure, and how long he could make her beg before it became too much. The hormones during this part of her pregnancy, only intensified all those feelings Bill evoked in her.
Fleur once again popped awake. It was only 2:20 in the morning. This time, she remained very still, hoping to figure out the cause. Bill's soft snores filled the room. His steady breath on her shoulder from where he lay curled up behind her was a comfort. Fleur was so focused on the sounds that she almost missed what was happening. There was a fluttering tickle in her tummy. She continued to stay still and breathe normally. There it was again. Fleur rubbed her hand on her belly and smiled. Her bebe was moving. A deep sigh of contentment escaped. Bill shifted and murmured something in his sleep and wrapped his arm about her. Fleur fell back into a deep sleep, warm in the embrace of a husband who loved her, pleased that the child in her womb wanted to play. It was heaven and there was nowhere in the world Fleur Weasley would rather be.
Characters: Fleur Weasley, Bill Weasley [Asleep], Baby Bulge Weasley [Awake]
Location: Shell Cottage
Status: Private
Summary: Fleur wakes thinking something is wrong, when it's really very much all right.
Completion: Complete
It was the third night in a row where Fleur had awoken around two in the morning. Fleur was normally a good sleeper, rarely waking unless something disturbed her. The first night, she'd reached automatically for her wand and had nearly woken Bill. Thankfully, she thought better of it. She would have hated to have woken her husband for nothing. The second night, she wondered if it wasn't some animal getting into the garden, but she realized that the wards and spells would have prevented that. She had risen to use the loo and by the time she washed her hands, climbed back into bed, and felt her beloved Bill wrap himself back around her, she'd quite forgotten that she'd even had an inkling that something was wrong.
Tonight, she'd spent a little extra time checking things around the house before bed. She thought about telling Bill about waking up in the middle of the night, however that seemed a little foolish to her considering that last night it was probably just her bladder that had caused it. Fleur knew that would only become more common as her pregnancy progressed. At 20 weeks, her baby bulge was nicely rounded. Fleur felt good to be at the half-way point of her pregnancy. She had not enjoyed the early symptoms with her breasts so tender and feeling very tired. This second phase was lovely though. She adored the way her belly rounded with child. Fleur had been very aggressive this past week with her husband, her need for him so great. Bill had been very full of himself and teasing about how much she wanted him. It was a good thing that she found Bill's arrogance alluring. Her husband was a powerful, masculine man and she was extremely pleased whenever he turned his power and masculinity on to her, even if it meant begging for him. Fleur was a proud woman but she found nothing but pleasure in begging for Bill. He knew just how far to push her to make it a sweet torment, how hard to make things for her to enhance their pleasure, and how long he could make her beg before it became too much. The hormones during this part of her pregnancy, only intensified all those feelings Bill evoked in her.
Fleur once again popped awake. It was only 2:20 in the morning. This time, she remained very still, hoping to figure out the cause. Bill's soft snores filled the room. His steady breath on her shoulder from where he lay curled up behind her was a comfort. Fleur was so focused on the sounds that she almost missed what was happening. There was a fluttering tickle in her tummy. She continued to stay still and breathe normally. There it was again. Fleur rubbed her hand on her belly and smiled. Her bebe was moving. A deep sigh of contentment escaped. Bill shifted and murmured something in his sleep and wrapped his arm about her. Fleur fell back into a deep sleep, warm in the embrace of a husband who loved her, pleased that the child in her womb wanted to play. It was heaven and there was nowhere in the world Fleur Weasley would rather be.