Who: Hestia Jones & Bill Weasley When: Saturday, May 5th, Evening Where: Hestia's Home What: Something twelve years in the making Rating: High
Hestia had been growing more and more restless all day. It had started off innocently enough. She felt a twinge of passion, but could brush it off. But the thoughts kept coming, one louder than the last. Hestia was trying to make dinner when it finally became too much to ignore. She dropped the glass dish she'd been holding and sank to the floor, a hot, undeniable throbbing between her legs.
Merlin, she was dying.
Cleaning up the broken glass, Hestia grabbed her journal. Within minutes, Bill had responded and Hestia felt her entire body turn a bright shade of pink. She'd never been so bold before, but it felt as though all her inhibitions were gone. Once the idea of Bill coming over got into her head, Hestia realized there was nothing that could make her feel better than being with Bill.
This wasn't how she'd expected any of this to happen, but maybe she'd waited too long. Maybe it was time to let go and just do it. And who better than to give into that desire with that the man she'd been in love with for as long as she could remember?
Hestia told Mercy that Bill was coming over, glossing over her daughter's inquisitive questions. By the time Bill knocked on the door, Hestia had gone to her bedroom to avoid making a fool out of herself in front of the kids. And to have a very large glass of wine to calm her nerves.