Laughter (Frank/Alice, R)
Title: Laughter
Pairing: Frank/Alice
Rating: R
Word Count: 250
Warnings: None.
Disclaimer: Not mine. JKR's.
Summary: There is always laughter.
Notes: Written for the erotic_elves October Flashfic challenge.



There is always laughter.

They never take sex too seriously. Franks catches Alice up and swoops her onto the bed, nuzzling at her neck and unbuttoning her dress and they're both laughing, laughing. Alice pins Frank against the kitchen counter and they smile into their kisses as they sink to the floor, and moments later a giggle rises up because Frank accidentally-on-purpose finds Alice's ticklish spot as he runs his hands down the curves of her waist.

Alice doesn't understand why Neville is such a serious baby, surrounded as he is by so much laughter and so much love. He stares up at her with his wide, solemn brown eyes and she laughs and tickles his belly and calls Frank into the room to cast sparks and pull faces and make the baby laugh.

But Frank takes this as an invitation to make his Alice laugh, too, and the baby won't mind if he can't see, so they roll themselves up in the quilt and there's a moment then with no laughter as Frank pushes forward and Alice bites her lip, but then he's in and thrusting and Alice breathes and smiles up at him and contented sighs replace the laughter. And little puffed breaths, hah-hah-hah, replace the sighs, and Alice can't help but laugh at the wonder of her life, at the faces Frank makes when he's coming, at the sensations that overwhelm her until she can no longer do anything but drift.

When Alice awakes, Neville is crying.