Beth H (bethbethbeth) wrote in hp_beholder, @ 2009-05-03 13:29:00 |
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Entry tags: | arthur weasley, arthur/molly, beholder 2009, fic, het, molly prewett weasley, molly weasley |
FIC: "Between A Man And A Woman" for iamisaac
Recipient: iamisaac
Author/Artist: ragdoll
Title: Between A Man And A Woman
Rating: Hard R/NC-17
Pairings: Molly Weasley/Arthur Weasley
Word Count: 4700
Warnings: het sex
Summary: When Molly Prewett's father doesn't approve of her choice of a husband, she is forced to take drastic measures in order to marry the man she loves.
Author's/Artist's Notes: iamisaac, I can't tell you how happy I was to get your request. I'd been wanting to write this story for quite some time and your requests/suggested elements fit perfectly, thus giving me the excuse to finally do it. I sincerely hope you like it.
Much thanks to my betas R. and S. and to bethbethbeth for being such a fab mod and for coming up with the idea for hp_beholder in the first place.
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Looking back on things years from now, Arthur Weasley would know exactly what had transpired that day and why. But today, he only knew that he wanted to be with the girl he loved, Molly Prewett, and Molly wanted to be with him. Of course, had someone asked him on the morning in question how he was planning on spending the day with his girlfriend - fiancée -, this would not have been his answer. He'd imagined a nice afternoon walking through the town of Hogsmeade, a romantic tea at Madam Puddifoot's, or perhaps even a quick drink at the Three Broomsticks to celebrate their engagement even though it had officially happened two months ago.
Instead, he was standing in a cold, damp alleyway just off the Hogsmeade High Street, trousers down around his ankles, robes bunched up behind him, and glasses askew, wound around Molly, who was in a similar state of disarray.
"Oh, Arthur, oh.Arthur!" she crooned in his ear, one leg pressed against his bared hip, the clips of her suspenders cutting into his skin as the rough fabric of her stockings rubbed against him.
Arthur covered her mouth with his to stifle her cries as well as his own as he continued to thrust deep inside her, revelling in the way she felt around him, warm, soft and wet. Molly clung to him, her nails digging into his back beneath his rumpled shirt.
This was not the first time they'd done this - Arthur certainly would never have taken advantage of his beloved Molly, but somehow, time alone with her tended to lead to compromising situations, no matter how hard he tried to behave. The first time they'd made love had been during a late night stroll on Hogwarts grounds; he still bore the marks from his beating by Apollyon Pringle, the school's caretaker. Although they hadn't actually been caught in the act, Arthur suspected Mr. Pringle was well aware of what they'd been up to.
He felt less guilty about it now - they'd gotten engaged over Christmas holidays, the last time he'd actually seen her until today. Of course, their engagement was a secret - Old Man Prewett didn't think Arthur was a worthy suitor for his only daughter, so they'd been forced to do it on the sly. At least until Arthur could find a way to convince Mr. Prewett that he was sincere in his intentions. For now, Molly wore her engagement ring on a chain around her neck. Arthur had scrimped and saved to buy the small, delicate ring for six months. He wished he could have given her something more impressive, but his salary from his new job at the Ministry was meagre and he also needed to pay for living expenses now that he was out of school.
That was the reason they were in the alleyway now, caught up in a desperate knee trembler rather than rolling around on a proper bed in a room at the Three Broomsticks or even, Merlin forbid, at the Hog's Head Inn. As much as he wanted to treat his fiancée to the finer things in life, right now Arthur simply could not afford it. Whatever savings he had from his paltry paycheque had been put away in Gringotts, hopefully going towards a home and expenses once they were married.
A scrabbling noise gave him pause, tensing in Molly's arms, but it turned out to be an overcurious rat, nothing more.
Arthur fought for breath, resting against Molly for support. "Perhaps we should.we should stop," he rasped in her ear.
"No, please, Arthur." she pleaded. "I want you and it's been so long since we...." Molly kissed him into silence, her mouth warm and soft against his, urging him to resume his frantic movements, wanting her as he'd never done before.
Finally, release came, Arthur spilling into her with a loud groan, which reverberated in the alleyway. He slowed, Molly's hands now in his hair, comforting and soothing him.
"M-molly, my dearest Molly." he gasped, his breath steaming in the cool March air. "My beautiful, beautiful Mollywobbles."
"Arthur," she murmured, "I love you."
"I'm sorry you didn't...." he started, but she shook her head, auburn curls bobbing.
"I'm fine, love."
"But." he kissed her deeply. "I want you to enjoy things too." He flushed, embarrassed by his animalistic behaviour. He'd been brought up to behave like a gentleman and had always strived to treat women with respect and understanding, always had at least until he met Molly Prewett - she had an effect on him like no other girl ever had. Somehow, she persuaded him to misbehave in ways he'd never even dreamed of before.
Molly smiled indulgently. "I did. And I will. This just wasn't the best place for me to do it. You mustn't worry about it."
"I'm sorry, you must think I'm-"
"Nonsense," she replied, silencing him with a kiss. "Do you honestly believe I would have let you if I hadn't wanted you to?"
"I love you, Molly. I don't want you thinking I'm some sort of beast or that I expect you to...."
"Arthur Weasley," Molly's tone told him that she'd brook no argument.
Arthur bit his lip, growing quiet. He'd learned quite early on in their relationship that there was no disagreeing with her when she'd set her mind to something. Instead, he brushed some stray tendrils off her face, gazing into her dark brown eyes. "I love you," he repeated.
"We should probably leave. Just in case." Molly was Head Girl and would be in deep trouble if anyone caught her standing here, her skirt hitched up around her waist, behaving like a Knockturn Alley strumpet.
"Of course, my dear." Arthur withdrew carefully, handing her back the white cotton knickers he'd wadded into his robe pocket, then pulled his own pants and trousers back on, not protesting as she cast a few discreet cleaning charms on both of them.
Soon they were strolling hand in hand back into Hogsmeade, towards the gates of the school for a very tearful goodbye.