Entry tags:

fic, george/angelina, het, percy/katie

Happy Springsmut, purelush!
Author: lady_green_bat
Recipient: purelush
Title: What a Good Girl Wants
Rating: Hard R
Pairings: Katie/Percy; Angelina/George; minor Katie/Marcus, Katie/Oliver
Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters herein are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No copyright infringement is intended
Summary: Spectacularly-single girl 'Aunt' Katie Bell may have an easy time with all the Weasley kids, but who is going to treat this supposed angel like the woman she really is?
Warnings: Het, boobsex, spanking, next gen characters
Word Count: ~5000
Author's Notes: I hope you don't mind the inclusion of these other couples but the kind of just jumped out at me. Also this is a different kind of Katie for me but hopefully it works for you purelush!



"So you see Lucy," Katie smiled widely at the pudgy little bundle seated across from her on George and Angelina's bright green carpet then looked up encouragingly at said bundle's tiny older sister standing quietly by the garish sofa, "if I take away two balls—ah--snitches. . ." The brunette hid two of the five plush yellow balls behind her back. "If I take away two snitches then we're left with—"

"Three. . .?" Molly's answer was quick but unsure, one small hand twisting the end of the thick red plait that hung over her shoulder while white teeth bit into her lower lip.

"That's correct Molly!" Katie bobbed her head, reaching forward to tickle a sleepy two year old Lucy under her chin which resulted in a happy shriek. "Your sister is so smart Lucy! Yes she is!" The toddler clapped her hands happily at this apparent news, squealing as their substitute babysitter lifted her up to play an impromptu game of airplane. For her part, Katie was trying not to notice Molly's shy slow grin, how her chipmunk cheeks pinked considerably at such faint praise. The five year old was rather different than her older cousins, reserved like Dominique and Albus but much more withdrawn—not just natural childhood shyness but an introspection. The last year had been incredibly difficult on the Weasley clan, and while it was nice to imagine that Lucy was too young to remember Molly undoubtedly knew what upheaval had struck her young life and who was missing from it.

The clock chimed seven and Ms. Bell sighed a little impatiently; she placed Lucy back down to immediately begin pawing at the plush balls, and walked over to button up Molly's brown tweed coat, tucking the red scarf in with gentle prodding and ending with a kiss to the little girl's pert nose. When she had agreed to watch the two mites for Roxanne—after only dropping by in the guise of returning a few novels belonging to Angelina—it was with the understanding that Percy would be picking his daughters up at half five; Katie had her owns plans that evening and certainly wasn't going out in a lazy day t-shirt and faded running slacks. As it was she would have less than an hour to prepare for her night out, enough time of course but no woman liked to rush, and she had received no Owl from said late father stating when he would be claiming his children.

"Molly, would you like to hear a story about a Cackling Stu—"

There was a loud crack from the front hall that sent Lucy into a flurry of frightened tears and as she swept the crying toddler into her comforting arms Katie could hear Percy fumbling with his overstuffed briefcase intolerantly, dropping it on the hardwood floor. It must have been an entirely bad day at the Ministry. Katie cooed gently to the bundle in her arms as Percy called out apologies to his niece, surprised at how instead of racing out to her Daddy Molly left her perch by the sofa and quietly came to stick herself against Katie's leg. Katie breathed in, not knowing how to take that, but simply adjusted the now drooling Lucy on her shoulder and rested a hand on Molly's head.

"Everything's fine Percy! We're in here!"

There was a clatter and Katie chuckled, thinking Percy had tripped over his own feet, but held back her laughter as the flushed-faced Weasley walked stiffly into the living room. He was very tall, his ginger curls close to scraping the doorway arch, and his dark dishevelled robes would have made him imposing if not for the glasses resting slightly crooked on his sharp nose and the freckles crossing his red cheeks. He clashed horribly with what was obviously a room designed by George and looked uncomfortable as he watched Katie holding his daughters. She didn't take it personally, knowing that Percy had cause to be uncomfortable with women where Molly and Lucy were concerned.

"Where's Roxanne?"

Katie rolled her eyes and handed over his baby, cognizant of Molly's small hand on her elbow.

"Date."

While Angelina and George were on their well deserved vacation Katie had volunteered to keep an eye on their rambunctious offspring in between their nights at Shell Cottage and days at the Burrow. Roxanne however had been in a tizzy when Katie appeared, barely understandable as she explained the importance of being asked out by Timothy Bletchely and the need for immediate fashion advice; after reassurances that her curfew would be taken seriously the thirteen year old went gleefully on her way and Katie sat down for several rounds of one-sided conversation and pat-a-cake. Percy's lips tightened and as he shook his head Katie knew some sort of fatherly lecture on responsibility was coming and she just didn't have the time. "Speaking of, I need to get ready for mine." She ruffled Molly's hair and winked at Percy who was looking decidedly more uncomfortable at that news than any grown man should.

Katie picked up her jacket and headed for the door. "Now go get those two to bed. Molly already had a snack and Lucy had her bottle an hour ago. And don't be hard on my Goddaughter," the brunette chuckled. "She could have left the girls with Fred and then you'd really have something to complain about!"

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George hissed, thrusting up as his wife's crimson nails raked over his chest, a fragrant sheet of black curls falling around him like a tent as Angelina leaned down to soothe the fading streaks with her sweet mouth, tongue circling his stiff nipples while her hands moved up to clutch his freckled shoulders. One of his scarred hands (consequence of the job) left her deliciously soft thighs where he'd been anchoring Ange with a death grip to impart a firm cradling to the back of her head. "Bite me babe, c'mon! Let's feel those teeth. Mark me. Mark—Uhhh!" His hips jerked sharply at the sensation, Angelina's own pelvis coming down hard to meet him, inner muscles rippling around his cock as she reared back, riding him with purpose now as a recognizable groan echoed from her throat. George could only stare in awe. Here was his Goddess, his African Queen, his wife, lover, best friend, and he was still as crazy in love with her now as he had been the day they married.

As far as George was concerned he had needed this time alone with Angelina like he needed his next breath. Above average profits at the shop this past year had assured they could afford it and Barbados was a beautiful country—not that they had seen much of it outside the portkey site and their hotel bedroom. The beach and turquoise ocean had been a nice distraction but he wanted to be selfish, needed to hear his wife scream in abandon, in a way neither of them could with two teenagers home for summer hols. And Angelina was always so busy at the Ministry and then friends and family were always dropping by and—

George's eyes rolled back as Angelina's clever fingers pinched roughly at his happily abused nipples. She was so close, grinding against him now more so than thrusting, taking control of her pleasure, rubbing her clit exactly how she needed on the ridge of his cock. Her breathing was coming hard, just like she'd be in another moment, nostrils flaring, tongue stuck in the corner of her mouth while she concentrated solely on the pleasure emanating between her mile-long legs. George wasn't about to interrupt her and his reward came with the sudden shriek that continued with a drawn out moan, her erratic movements pushing her forward and putting her heavy breasts directly in range for a quick lick. She clenched again then sat down on his hips bonelessly, chuckling softly at his excited grin as his hands twitched underneath her bosom, barely touching.

"Do I get to play now?" He was still hard inside her and Angelina nodded with a knowing smile, gently pulling away from George only to take his place on the bed. George reached for the bottle of coconut oil that had served his wife so well sunbathing and grinned as Angelina took it from him, warming the liquid between her hands before coating the valley between her breasts, caressing up and out, again; George took his time moving up her beautiful body, watching her actions heatedly then sliding his pulsing erection between those delicious black globes. He swatted her hands away, replacing them with his own, and massaged the weight of her breasts first, plucking at her nipples before finally pushing the lovelies tight around his cock.

"Fuck Ange your tits are brilliant, they're. . .fuck. . .Use you mouth babe. Finish me off with that gorgeous mouth." Hell, if George had been able he would have had Angelina deep throating him as well, but the Gods had gifted him with devastatingly good looks and immense talent rather than hanging him like a horse. As her tongue snaked out to lick at his tip though, lips moving around the head at every up thrust, George wasn't complaining.

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Katie stared at the spotless hotel ceiling for a few minutes before rolling over, rearranging her pillow for better comfort and mentally ticking off the groceries she needed to pick up tomorrow. Marcus snored softly on the other side of the bed. He had fallen asleep soon after his release—which was par for the course since they'd begun sleeping together last month—and Katie had yet to decide if the steady sound was soothing or annoying. She wasn't in love with him any more than Marcus was in love with her, what with waiting for his Ravenclaw heiress to come around, but they both had an itch to scratch, a need to fill.

Katie just wasn't entirely happy with the situation any more.

It wasn't that the Falcons' star was lacking. They may not have much in way of conversation but they communicated horizontally better than most. Marcus knew how to push her buttons. . .mostly. Well he never failed to make her come in any event. He was a considerate lover to be sure, gentle with her much smaller frame and rather undemanding for a professional Quidditch player.

Which was not at all what Katie had expected when Oliver had urged her in the former Slytherin's direction after their own relationship of sorts had petered out.

Katie knew she had a reputation as a broom bunny, something that was equally hilarious and insulting. She had her own career as Hogwarts' flying instructor, had had a few seasons with the Harpy's reserve team, and while the majority of her lovers were League members (which really wasn't that many, and then that brief fling with Seamus Finnegan had had more to do with unbridled lust over accents than sports) it was simply because Katie understood other Quidditch players, felt comfortable around them and their moods. She had nothing in common with those flighty women who moved through players like a bookie with a scorecard.

Oliver had been a lot of fun; they had known each other nearly all their lives and that was reflected in the bedroom. Fun and comfortable, familiar. Too familiar. And too many pet names that mentioned the ethereal. Katie had had high hopes for Marcus after that. He was brooding and intimidating on the field, sarcastic and cutting in public, large all over with teeth that had made her shiver. She'd been treated like spun glass as soon as they were behind closed doors. No pet names thank Godric, but Marcus was very much aware of his size and Katie couldn't fault him for not wanting to hurt a woman in bed or for the fact that she wouldn't explain what she really wanted.

Katie was tired of men treating her like something breakable.

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"So Molly told Perce you have three bitches."

Katie's frosted butterbeer stopped an inch from her mouth. She lowered it back to the kitchen table, meeting Angelina's amused gaze with a confused one of her own.

"I have what now?"

As her best friend threw back her head and let out a throaty laugh Katie finally caught on and groaned, closing her eyes while a grin came through imagining Percy's reaction to his daughter's spontaneous vulgarity. Balls. . .snitches. . . It was a wonder he hadn't already sent Katie a Howler. Squeals brought both women's attention to the window where Ron and George were in the process of teaching Rose how to throw a quaffle and teaching Fred how not to knock his little cousin off her broom while she was learning. Roxanne, Dominique and Louis were lazing under the large old oak, as thick as thieves. Katie sipped her cool drink and sighed. "I suppose he doesn't think much of my parenting technique." Angelina snorted.

"What technique? You entertain until they forget what they wanted to begin with! No wonder all the Weasley's think you were raised in the circus." There was more friendly laughter but Angelina eventually shook her head, giving Katie the idea she was about to be steered. "Actually. . .Percy was wondering about your plans for the rest of the summer." Katie raised an eyebrow but Ange was quick and suddenly serious. "No, no, hear me out. Apparently Molly's been talking about nothing but you all week."

There was a mutual pause.

"Fucking Audrey."

The pinch-faced woman whom the entire Weasley clan welcomed with open arms had left Percy and her two little girls last year, packed up and shipped out without a backward glance or check-up Floo call. No one had suspected anything truly wrong within their marriage, the reason for Audrey's disappearance, but Percy had talked to Bill who had talked to George and so on and so on until it was the family secret that no one talked about except to curse. Amongst other objections she'd had to various family members (Veela sister-in-law, gay dragonkeeper brother) Audrey's squib existence hadn't been able to handle Molly's emerging magic and the slag had abandoned her family rather than face the challenges of raising magical offspring.

". . .Damn it Ange."

"He's looking for a babysitter Katie, something a little more consistent than shipping those kids between the rest of us on our days off. And a little more dependable than any of our kids. He knows you go back to Hogwarts in September."

". . .I won't be able to watch out for your monsters."

"They'll survive."

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Katie met with Percy the following evening at The Leaky Cauldron. He was late, flustered and apologetic, but the reality of Percy Weasley's tired eyes and slumped shoulders had her pushing aside any feelings of irritation that had been allowed to build. Also he offered to pay for dinner.

She couldn't really remember much about Percy from school, and even after the War she was still given an image of a tightly wound individual who worked too hard and didn't find much fun in the world—though this was invariably biased by George's ribald personal anecdotes; now Katie was simply faced with an overworked Assistant Minister and father, not the Head Boy she had grown up with, taking away points for improperly kept shoes. She went easy on him and didn't beat around the bush, explained that she would gladly take care of Molly and Lucy for the summer as long as she had complete control of the fridge.

He grinned and to Katie's surprise it transformed his face, made those darker brows seem less severe and brought a bit of colour to his high cheekbones. He suggested throwing in a subscription to The Quibbler but Katie declined, recommending another glass of ale instead.

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Percy's home was exactly as Katie had imagined, a place for everything and everything in it's place, baby-proofed to the millionth degree until Katie had gotten around the more annoying Corner Repelling spells. There were sensible colors, sensible furnishings and lighting, sensible books that had Katie tearing her hair at nap time, and more health food than even Oliver had hoarded. Her first purchase had been Chocolate Frosted Garden Gnomes Cereal.

The situation progressed along fine enough. Katie had energy for three Phoenix-hair wands and as the girls became accustomed to constant individualized attention there were more smiles and giggles and less guarded looks. After two weeks Molly stopped running away whenever she accidentally turned Kate's tea into a vile combination of lime juice and flobberworm (the only description Katie had been able to offer a justifiably concerned Percy when he was met with tear-stained cheeks) and Lucy was taught that Aunt Katie's purse was not a chew toy. The girl's were sweethearts and Molly only had a few personality ticks to work through: "Daddy says that. . ." "Daddy doesn't do it that way." "Daddy's rules are. . ." There were outings and finger paintings, and lots of cookies—against more sober fatherly advice—and Katie was enjoying the routine that kept her out of her rather sterile summer apartment and Ange's hair.

The constant late evenings were the only black mark on this summer adventure in babysitting, all the kinks in her neck from sleeping on the living room couch and then the utter lack of anything resembling a social life was incredibly frustrating; Percy was always full of apologies though, and, after checking on his daughters, would somehow convince Katie to stay for a late meal. That he could cook was another pleasant surprise but it wasn't enough.

"Do you know how long it's been since I was out on a date?!" Katie cried dramatically as she flopped down upon the couch, Percy pausing in the act of passing her a cuppa. She waited for a witty rejoinder behind her hands but it didn't come, Percy simply sitting in the rocker rather than beside her as had been custom and staring silently at his Earl Grey. It took her a moment but Katie was left wishing the floor would open up and swallow her.

"That was—I'm sorry Percy, I have a big mouth."

"No, no, it's fine, don't worry."

They never discussed Audrey, she wasn't mentioned in any way. And Katie felt like a heel for bringing up her near-month dry spell compared to Percy's probably year long celibacy. They sipped their drinks in silence, his long fingers moving over the cup to start a gentle stirring motion. He was a Weasley which predisposed him to good genetics. He was pretty damn intelligent for someone who didn't play Quidditch. He had . . . very . . . nice hands. Unless Percy had been desperately in love with his bitch of a wife—so much that he could ignore her treatment of his wonderful children and spend the rest of his life pining over her—Katie didn't see why Percy would lock his libido away. It wasn't as if single parents were an oddity in the dating world.

He cleared his throat.

"What do you—" a cough, "—what have you been missing. . .on these dates?"

Oh dear Godric!

"I ah, well I like doing lots of things." Katie rained her cup to buy some time and excuse her heated cheeks. Where the bloody hell had that question come from? "Sometimes I'll go see a game. Other times we'll go—"

It was as if a light exploded over Katie's head. Her eyes widened and she gave him a big smile.

"Watch out Percy, we're going to find you a woman!"

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To say he was agreeable to this revelation was a gross exaggeration. There was a string of protestations and excuses and in one instant a burst of anger that Katie side-stepped only because she was so set in the conviction that Percy Weasley needed to get laid.

"What do you do but work and sleep?!"

"That's not true Katie! I see my brothers and Ginny as often as possible. . . And then there's you—"

"Percy, people need more than friends and family. This'll be fun! We'll take it easy, I swear!"

His persistent frown showed he knew she was lying.

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Maybe Katie should have started with a pub.

Percy was ruefully uncomfortable as they entered the night club and as Katie scanned the crowd she felt a bit of the same. I was younger than she had thought, mostly twenty-somethings drinking too much beer. She gave Percy an apologetic look as she dragged him over to the glossy bar; he rolled his eyes. So maybe they wouldn't find him a date here, but at least he was getting out! And once you got rid of all those stuffy Ministry robes Percy cleaned up rather well—thanks in part to Victoire who could put any fashion magazine to shame and worked with clothes the same way an artist worked with paint. With his height and striking features no one could call him a ponce and Katie was pleased to see that as they walked through the crowd he received a few admiring glances. Not because it meant a handsome man was holding her hand. They were friends. She was doing him the favour.

"We'll get a drink and then I'll see about your moves."

Percy stopped her so abruptly that Katie had to grab onto his elbow to avoid falling over in her three inch heels.

"I know how to dance Katie; I'm not in need of an instructor."

It was loud and he'd had to lean close to be heard. Katie couldn't explain the shiver that crawled up her spine at his darkened eyes, nor why she had taken so long getting dressed herself tonight. It was about him right? She was supposed to be finding Percy an eligible date. The grin and the words that tumbled out though were inescapable.

"Then show me what you got Mister Weasley."

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Percy could dance.

Percy could kiss.

And as he pressed her back against his front door, her grasp falling from the knob, Katie had to admit there was quite a lot more to Percy Weasley than she had first thought. Their mutual challenge in the club had brought something out of his very professional exterior, his quiet demeanour but intense technique spiking Katie's arousal faster than any of Marcus' or Oliver's gentle caresses. "What are you thinking about?" She had blushed. "How nice your hands feel on my bum." They'd stayed north of the border for a long time, resting on her waist just like any other dancing couple, then skimmed once, twice, and as Katie had made no objection they ended up staying on the pert curves of her upper arse.

Katie had had the best of intentions in following Percy home for a nightcap, sending Victoire home with a wave and a promise from Katie that yes they'd take a trip into Muggle London soon. She and Percy were going to have a drink, a laugh; she was going to congratulate him on a job well done, a welcome back into the world of the prowling bachelor. But nothing had been said. In fact as soon as Victoire was on her way Katie had bit her lip in doubt and begun excuses of her own.

Percy side-stepped them with his mouth.

"You are so blind Katie Bell," he murmured, hands moving up to make a mess of her coiffed curls. He was tilting her head, a slight tug on her hair to make the angle, and there was no request about it. It was exciting and different and had Katie shivering, wondering why she hadn't thought of this before. She had more of a relationship with Percy than any one she had actually slept with: they saw each other every day; he cooked her dinner almost every night and knew how she liked her tea; they had real conversations interspersed with humour and familiarity; she looked after his kids. . .

Oh bollocks.

Katie pressed a hand against his chest, urging Percy to take a step back as she caught her breath. The passion in his gaze dimmed as he stared down on her; Katie was feeling a bit panicked.

"I'm—Percy, I'm not a Mum!" She continued quickly, "I mean I love Molly and Lucy but I. . .What do you really want here?" Motherhood had never been a priority. In fact Katie would be honest in saying that she had never given it much thought what with the abundance of babies around her in the last fifteen years or so and—

Percy dropped a kiss on her moving lips and tugged her away from the door.

"Come upstairs with me Katie. We can discuss everything tomorrow. If you want to."

Katie felt his fingers slide along her wrists and nodded.

She did.

She would.

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The silencing charm he used was an oldie but a goodie and a wicked thrill went through her as Percy walked over and tossed his glasses onto his desk. They watched each other momentarily and Katie felt her lips quirk.

"I love the grain of your desk," her fingers grazed over the top of the wood. "It's very masculine." Again Percy defied her expectations simply by turning her around and pulling down the zipper of her very yellow dress. The pressure of his fingers trailed over the clasp of her matching bra, softly down her spine to stop on her lower back. Katie looked over her shoulder at his hesitation.

"Did you mean what you said back there? About my hands on your. . ."

When he met her eyes Katie nodded.

"You have a fantastic arse Katie. I—" He coughed and became quiet again but Katie waited for Percy to finish. "She always thought it. . .odd that I would—would appreciate them so much."

Katie leaned back until he got the hint and kissed her. "Touch me Percy."

He moved her hair aside and pressed his lips to her tan shoulder like a thank you, one arm wrapping around her waist and holding her tight. She was glad he had said 'arse' and not 'bottom', panted when his long fingers rolled her covered nipples with more pinch than flick, and felt her knees tremble when the realization hit that he wasn't moving over to the bed. Her lemon panties were pulled down slowly, revealing firm feminine flesh that his breath ghosted over. Percy's hands slid up in a solid motion, over the backs of her knees and thighs to land heavily on the meat of her backside. "Do it again," Katie encouraged, before he could take her harsh gasp for one of pain. A switch had been flicked in Katie's head at the sensation; her sex was wet, she was hot all over. "Again."

Maybe it was because he needed to hear it, maybe it was because she had needed it for so long, but Katie felt no shame in telling Percy what she wanted.

"You're pink," Percy whispered in her ear after a series of swats. His hand moved over the tingling skin firmly, causing Katie to moan. "All golden and pink."

His clothes were the work of a moment once Katie got her hands on them, the shirt buttons popping easily as she pulled the white fabric open, wanting to feel his skin on hers. She didn't linger on his scars—it was sometimes easy to forget that while she and Oliver had been fighting at Hogwarts Percy was fighting to get back to his family—nor did he linger over her own; instead she pulled him down to meet her mouth, moving her legs around Percy's waist as he lifted her up and groaning as he made the two steps to hold her against the wall. She was shifted, lace covered breasts rasping Percy's chest, his hands supporting Katie's thighs as he entered her body.

"Yes! Oh. . .oh yes." Katie's arms scrambled around his shoulders, fingers catching in the curls at the nape of his neck, pressing into freckles and muscle and bone. "F—Fill me. Percy please!" He bit her neck hard, mouth and tongue laving, sucking; Katie gasped and pushed forward roughly. Fuck he was going to devour her throat. There would be marks and bruises, things she could glamour and touch in private to remember. There was a brief image of Percy giving the same attention someplace lower and Katie' head fell forward. Her arse was jolted against the wall by a heavy thrust, the sting going straight to her clit as her pelvis rocked hard upon his.

"Katie. . .Katie. . ." He was breathing into her skin and Katie felt completely covered by his warmth, completely embraced by another. He pushed deeper and Katie shuddered, her body bowing around his, her tight channel fluttering around Percy's pulsing organ. The words were stolen from her as he continued to thrust in and up, in and up, and Percy released with a long moan.

Katie was going to find fingerprints on her arse.

Only after he gently cleaned her up did Percy lead her to his bed, slipping her bra of as well as his socks before cocooning Katie in flannel sheets and what was without a doubt a Mother Weasley quilt. He didn't turn away, didn't fall asleep, and Katie smiled as his fingers trailed over her swollen mouth. He swallowed and Katie saw the bob of his Adam's Apple.

"Do you have any idea how often I'd watch you sleep downstairs wishing I could bring you up here with me?"

"You told me I was blind," Katie shook her head. "But Percy—"

"Tomorrow."

His thumb was firm on her lips and Katie sighed, nodded.

"Wow. Can't even let me keep the fantasy?" He chuckled.

"You're smarter than that."

"Prettier too."

"Go to sleep."

She would.

She did.