WHO: Molly and Harry WHAT: A homecoming WHEN: This evening WARNINGS: fluffiness, brief mentions of adult subjects STATUS: Closed and Complete
Harry grinned as he came in the door of the apartment he shared with Molly, the door opening and closing soundlessly as he passed through. As he stopped, grocery bags in his arms, his jacket and hat vanished, and reappeared on the coat rack. A house run by two dedicated wizards tended to be loaded with magic.
He smiled as he stepped into the kitchen, setting the food down.
“Honey, I’m hommmmme!” he called it out, television style, and chuckled as he set to putting things away. He hadn’t thought he and Molly could be this, not with all that had happened, but somehow, they had managed to end up together, and it was amazing.
He had been working on his magic, hard, and with her help, he had conquered, mostly, his tech problem. Well, with them helping each other, they were both getting stronger. Something about working hard and having love and a desire for stability working for them helped the magic flow better.
He grinned as he stretched, shaking off the cold in the warm kitchen area.
***
Molly would never, ever be able to do more than clean in the kitchen. Any cooking gene her mom possessed skipped her. She even managed to burn water. Don’t ask. So it was a good thing Harry knew how to cook, otherwise the two of them would eat take out. A lot.
However...that wasn’t to say she didn’t have some regulations for the kitchen. When Harry came in with that cheesy sitcom entrance Molly turned with a wry smirk on her face, a strand of hair having escaped the ponytail she’d had it in and a plate with dried food like stuff on it. “You have some ‘splainin’ to do.” She gave the plate a wiggle as her brows lifted. “Rinse. Your. Dishes. Thoroughly.”
There was a smirk hovering on her lips that proved she wasn’t all that angry.
***
Harry facepalmed, nearly braining himself with a can of spaghetti sauce. “Sorry, dear. I promise. I’ll remember.”
He would try, really. He just sometimes forgot. Eating made him hungry for other things, and she was usually right there, and then, well, usually, that meant they were no longer in the kitchen, though the counter was a nice height, too. His smirk was growing(among other things) as he stepped in to claim a kiss, eyes dancing.
“Rinse things thoroughly. Got it.”
***
One of the things Molly did get from her mother had been her height and curves. Molly was tall for a woman so Harry didn’t have to stoop too much to get that kiss. Seriously. Harry was freakishly tall!
It was an interesting dance they had. Molly had to be the one to be aware for anything Winter Knight related so her hand pressed against Harry’s chest before he got too sidetracked. “Down boy. What’s for dinner?”
***
Harry good-naturedly backed off. She was in charge of those sorts of things, always. He nodded, trusting her, and he grinned.
“Burritos and nachos for tonight, and that will give us prep for taco salad for work tomorrow for each of us.”
Going back to putting things away, he smiled. “How was work today?”
***
After one incident that had snapped a towel rack off the wall Molly had put a kibosh on Harry being allowed in the bathroom while she was taking a shower. Winter Knight meets steam equals not good things.
Dinner was one of her favorites so a bright smile spread across her face as she bounced in place before hugging Harry briefly. “Yay! Did you remember the refried beans, black olives and spanish rice?”
***
Sometimes, being responsible was no fun!
Harry flushed red and hugged her back, one-armedly, the other holding tortillas. “As if I would dare to forget! Besides, you were right, it tastes better with them.” He put the makings of food for tonight on the counter, and kept putting the rest away.
He tapped her nose, gently, eyes on her. Somehow, he had gotten lucky, and he found himself grinning again, wondering exactly how. He shook his head as he lifted out the tour de resistance, the cake he had made, with help, and stored at a friends’ house, before bringing it home, now. Chocolate mousse cake with cream and frosting.
***
“Toldja,” she giggled at him, stuck her tongue out at him then went to get plates and beers. The tap to her nose and his eyes on hers stopped her. That was so cool. They’d shared their soulgaze a long time ago. Harry had said it had been necessary for her education. Now it allowed them sappy, wonderful moments like this one.
But then....the chocolate mousse! Molly let out with a glass shattering squeal, bounced again and Harry found himself in another hug, one that emphasized her ah...assets.
***
Harry groaned at the hug, hugging her back, and relishing those… assets, one hand landing, gently, on another and lower asset of hers and squeezing. Because, yes, she was curvy, and he did love those curves.
“I take it you like the cake?” Then he was too busy kissing the heck out of her to talk.
***
She would have answered but then there was an enthusiastic kiss. Molly leaned into it and against Harry, chuckling. “Yes, I like the cake,” she said against his lips. Then, because she was kind of an idiot for Harry sometimes… “Is it for eating or wearing.”
Why yes, she did have a telekinetic shock spell right on the edge of her mind in case he went all Winter Knight at that thought.
***
Harry stared, and he managed, barely, to keep that Winter from pretty much leaping out right then. He blew out a long breath. “Both?” His voice was a little strangled, at the level of control involved in saying that, but he nodded, slowly, blowing out a breath. “Possibly for me to wear, while bound.”
Because then he could let go and let her do as she wished, and the magic bonds they had developed could keep even Winter in check.
***
“I’ve got the magic handcuffs.” That was said in a sing song voice, and yes she did have iron handcuffs forged, thank you very much. They definitely helped keep Winter from boiling over and ruining their fun. Iron and faery stuff don’t mix.
***
Harry whimpered, eyes wide, and he smirked. He liked where this was going.
“Madame, then, I think I know what we’re doing after dinner, yes?” He grinned wider, the iron promise making it far easier for him to control Winter as he kissed her softly, and then nodded.
“And if we’re breaking those out, then I’ll shower before dinner.”
He liked nights when they got to play. A lot.
***
“Count on it, Mr. Wizard.” Molly wrinkled her nose playfully at him before she stole a quick...very quick...kiss, then stepped back from Harry. She had to or they might never get to eat.
“We’re shopping tomorrow,” she said as she went back to the dishes. “You promised. I need new shoes for work.” Which meant he got the unenviable task of giving his opinion on choices.
***
Harry nodded as he worked on putting the food away again, putting part of the kitchen between them as he did so. He too could feel the want to just throw dinner to the side. But he started prepping things, and nodded again.
“Of course. Work shoes I can do. Other kinds of shoes I am hopeless at, but work shoes? I can do that.” He grinned at Her.
Even if it would make him want to do naughty things to her in changing rooms. Or under veils.
***
Molly smirked over her shoulder. “Honey? You know I wear heels and pumps to work, right? You remember those since you keep complaining about stepping on them in the middle of the night.” She had a bad habit of just kicking them off in the bedroom after she got home from work. Somehow she never managed to step on them, but Harry’s feet found them like when her younger siblings left Legos on the floor.
***
Harry chuckled.
“Right. Of course I do. Because… wow. Sometimes I am slow.” he chuckled again and blew a soft whisper of breath into the air, and whispered. And a moment later, a soft stroke of air slid along her behind.
“Still! Could be worse!”
***
Molly yelped for the unexpected caress then gave him a narrow side eye. Two could play that game. “Sure. Worse. I could be shopping for jeans.” Always an adventure and never fun.
A muttered incantation sent telekinetic fingers through Harry’s hair.
***
Harry chuckled. “True. Even I know there is no winner in the search for good fitting jeans. If I didn’t...mmmn, that’s nice…if I didn’t already know no jeans ever look good on me, I would pretty much hate it for me, too.”
He grinned back at her.
***
“You have no butt,” Molly said with a smirk then gave him a magical swat on said butt. “Have you talked to Thomas yet?” Touchy subject, but that was why she brought it up while Harry was nice and distracted. He’d give her an answer before remembering to dodge the question.
***
Harry chuckled. “True, that.” At her words, he nodded. “Some. Not a lot. It’s… weird, because of the time thing, and the brothers thing, and all.” he shook his head.
“I never know what to say to him.” Which was true. When they were fighting monsters, it was easy. But this? This almost normal life? It made things more complicated.
He smirked as he returned the magical favor, his swat a gentle one on her rear.
***
“Just talk to him,” Molly said. She knew how awkward it could be between siblings. It wasn’t as if Daniel and she got along anymore...mainly because the brother closest in age to her had turned into a raging, judgmental asshole, but that was beside the point. “He’s your brother. You’ll figure out what to say to each other.”
She’d thought about inviting Thomas and Justine to join them for dinner. Justine wouldn’t be bad, but being around Thomas could DEFINITELY be bad. At the very least, those handcuffs would be necessary after Thomas left. Ahem.
***
Harry nodded. “I’ll try,” The idea of just talking to him seemed… harder than he had anticipated, So much was different these days.
“Thanks, dear.” he slipped up to her, and planted a gentle kiss, one of tenderness, on her lips, before turning back to prepping food. He didn’t know a lot of recipes yet, but he did know a few.
***
Molly smiled against the kiss, but didn’t let Harry escape yet. She kept hold of the front of his shirt as she looked him dead in the eyes...then quoted Yoda. “Try not. Do, or do not. There is no try.” Her nose wrinkled in amusement just before she gave him a quick kiss, patted his chest then let him go.
***
Harry laughed, amused, warm, and grinning widely as he went back too prepping the food. “Love you, Molly-Yoda.” He snickered a little, but was smiling too widely to even doubt it.