fleur weasley is teaching your children theorems (bleuet) wrote in wished,
Nodding against the feel of his lips at her neck, Fleur extracted her other hand from his and wrapped it around his waist loosely, trailing her thumb along his back. He smelt a bit of the bank, she thought, although it wasn't a bad thing. It was familiar. She smiled, pressing her face into his shoulder warmly.
"After all that hard work?" she asked, her voice still teasing. "I fully intend to spend at least an hour enjoying it. Possibly even several."
Fleur moved her hand from his hair and wrapped her arm around him, mirroring the other, pulling him closer. "And then of course we have to have dessert." She giggled, a sound one didn't often hear from her. Another kiss, this one along his jaw.