Title: Taking Precautions
Author: kinky_kneazle
Characters/Pairings: Arthur/Molly
Rating: NC-17
Kinks/Themes Chosen: Celibacy.
Other Warnings: None - very tame.
Word Count: 1420
Summary/Description: Arthur thinks two children is enough, so there's no sex in the Weasley household.
Author's Notes: A little late in Australia, but on time in the rest of the world, I think.



“Two’s enough, Molly. With my job how it is, and the war...”

He trailed off as he often did, and Molly placed her hand in his. He was right. He usually was. She looked at Bill playing on the rug in front of the fire. Little Charlie was gurgling happily in the bassinet her mother gave them. Two perfect little angels, and she’d be happy with them.

“So no sex, okay?”

She tuned back into what Arthur was saying in a hurry. “What?”

“Just until we can afford the potion. A couple of weeks. A month at the most. We need to take precautions.”

Molly thought about the ivory satin negligee that she’d worn on her wedding night. She’d tried it on while Arthur was at work and was pleased that it still fit, even if it was a little tight across the bust. Well, by the sounds of it she’d have another month or so to shrink into it.

“A month is nothing after the six weeks we’ve been waiting since Charlie’s birthday. I’ll just put the boys to bed.”

It was hard thinking of anything besides sex now that she couldn’t have it. That night as he’d stood to help her with Bill his arm had brushed her breast and the shiver shot straight to her groin. When she woke up this morning her legs were entangled with his and she was making small, rocking movements, her clitoris pressed against Arthur’s thigh.

Easy to say it’s easy, she thought to herself as she cleaned mushed pumpkin off Bill’s face. Until you have to actually do it.

The truth was that she enjoyed sex. She loved it, in fact. She growled as pumpkin hit her skin for the tenth time that morning. Celibacy just did not agree with her. Nor did taking precautions.

It started to feel like everything reminded her of sex. Ridiculous, she knew, with two boys under three to look after. But while they napped she did the dishes and remembered the many times Arthur had helped by wrapping his arms around her and scrubbing along with her. His cock would harden against her and the dishes would get left to soak as he lifted her onto a bench and hurriedly pulled their clothes off. Folding laundry would remind her of the last time she’d pulled clothes from his body and found those silly boxer shorts emblazoned with the request to “wave my wand!”. She’d happily obliged.

Even looking out over the frozen garden made her think of the snow angels they’d made their first Christmas together, and of the pocket of warmth Arthur had created so she wouldn’t completely freeze because he was too impatient to apparate them back inside.

Not only was she sexually frustrated, she was also just plain frustrated with him. Because he was coming home from work and gently kissing her then sitting down to dinner and the paper with barely a glance at the strategically unbuttoned shirt she was wearing. Honestly, how could he be so blase about it when all she wanted to do was tear the paper from his hands and climb into his lap.

It had been less than a week when she decided to take matters into her own hands. Five minutes before he was due to walk through the floo she was standing in front of her mirror admiring the short skirt and tight t-shirt she’d borrowed from Fabian’s latest girlfriend. Tonight, she was going to get his attention.

The floo flared and she hurried down the stairs.

“Welcome home, dear!” He gave her the normal, chaste kiss but she tilted her head and deepened it, sliding her tongue over his lower lip in that way she knew he loved. She was gratified to hear his sharp intake of breath. “Dinner’s waiting for you.”

“Where are the boys?” he asked as they sat down to the simple meal.

“Oh, they got worn out today.” She’d seen to it. “I’ve already put them down for the night.”

“Okay.” He swallowed heavily as her bare foot made it’s way into her lap. She smiled as she went back to her meal.

After dinner he went to his normal seat, but the paper wasn’t waiting for him.

“Molly, where’s the Prophet?”

She walked into the room and looked around, even though she knew exactly where it was. “Bill must have pulled it off your chair. I’ll get it.”

She turned her back to him and bent over, from the waist. She tried this in the mirror and knew he’d get a glance of her bare arse as she picked the paper up from the floor. A low growl told her he’d seen.

“Here you are.”

The paper went back on the floor as he pulled her onto his lap.

This was it. This was where she’d wanted to be this entire long week, with his cock hard against her and the freedom to grind on top of him, drawing a low moan from them both.

“Molly.” It was a sigh as he drew her closer still. “Merlin, I’ve missed you.”

His fingers moved between her legs, pressed inside her and it felt good, but she wanted more. So much more.

“I want your cock, Arthur. Inside me. Please.” She knew that last please sounded desperate, but she was prepared to beg for the feel of him filling her.

“But, Molly, we discussed this.”

“If it happens we’ll get by on love, just like we did with Bill and Charlie. But it won’t happen.”

“How do you know?”

“Great Aunt Ethelred told me I’d only have two, so stop worrying. Throw caution to the wind.”

His lower lip worked it’s way between his teeth and she held her breath while he made his decision.

“Well, I did go past the muggle apothecary today. They have things called prollyphactics that we could try.”

“No prollyphactics, Arthur. Just you. Inside me.”

Her hands moved to his belt and she cursed the fashion of wearing pants under robes. Finally his pants were around his ankles and her hand was around his cock and it was hard and hot and his eyes were closed and whimpering noises were escaping his mouth and she loved to see him like this.

“Enough teasing, love.” And with that he tightened his hands around her hips and lifted her as easily as he had when she was still lithe and childless. “Is this all you’ve been thinking about all week?” She nodded. She could feel him just out of reach and she wanted nothing more than to sink onto him but he held her tight. “Then fuck me, Molly.”

Her hands clenched at his shirt as he filled her. She paused, taking a moment to kiss him, to feel him, to hold him in a way she hadn’t been able to for too long.

Then he moved.

She took the hint and braced her hands against the back of the armchair as she lifted then sank back onto him.

“Fuck me hard, Molly. That’s what you’ve been missing.”

She moved the way she’d been dreaming of, fast and hard, grinding her clit against him, hearing the breathy “yes, yes, yes” escaping her mouth without her thinking about it, feeling the pressure building between her legs and the pleasure flowing out through her limbs, her mind, her heart.

“Arthur, I can’t -”

“Don’t worry, love. I’ve got you.” And his hands were back at her hips, taking control of her movements, making sure they didn’t falter as the orgasm that had been building for so long overcame her. He kept moving inside her as wave after wave of pleasure shook her body. Somewhere in the back of her brain she registered his grip tightening, the ragged cry that pushed past his throat, but he kept moving until she finally collapsed against him, drained in the most pleasant way possible.

His lips brushed her hair and she smiled as she made herself more comfortable in his arms.

“Great Aunt Ethelred?”

“She has a gift. Mum always said so.”

“I guess we’ll see, won’t we.” He stood with her still in his arms. “Time for bed. I need a bit of rest before I can keep pleasing your insatiable self.”

She wrapped her legs around his waist. “Bed, then. Because I won’t be sated tonight, Arthur Weasley.”

“Mercy, woman!” he said as he began to mount the stairs.

She rested her head against his shoulder and closed her eyes. Another memory, she thought. Something to think about tomorrow.