Special delivery for faynia Title: True Happiness Author:blondesimone Recipient's LJ name:faynia Rating: R Pairing: Bill/Fleur Word Count: 2,240 Warnings (if any): R for sex
Authors notes: I apologize for the absolute fluffy sweetness of this, but that’s all I’ve been able to do lately. I hope it’s somewhat enjoyable.
The day wouldn’t end fast enough. Bill had been checking his watch since he arrived at work and he was half convinced it needed to be wound. He filed through his paperwork as fast as he could but when the clock struck five he shoved the remaining documents into his desk drawer for the next day. Usually he didn’t mind staying a few minutes late to finish up, but today he was heading to the door exactly at closing.
“Good evening, Mr. Weasley,” Guennol, a young goblin guarding the front door, greeted him.
“Good evening,” Bill replied with a smile, keeping up his quick stride.
He left Gringotts and joined the after work rush of Diagon Alley. After a few hectic minutes of searching street vendors, he finally managed to catch up with the witch who sold flowers from her cart. He then proceeded to try and explain to her about “the flower with the little red squiggly things on the leaves” and the “cinnamony smell” he saw during his travels. She eventually found the flower he was searching for, the rare Flame Tongue Fire Lily. He was hoping she would like them as much as he did.
Then he was running through the crowd and almost breaking down the door of Florean Fortescue’s for a pint of her favorite ice cream. Florean didn’t look very pleased to see him so close to closing but at Bill’s urging he fixed the small tub of strawberries and cream ice cream.
Feeling confident with his purchases, Bill floo’d back to his flat to prepare for the evening.
While he lit scented candles and chilled a bottle of champagne, he thought of how boring he thought his life would be when he transferred back to London for a desk job. It had been boring until Fleur whisked into the office. She turned all the heads and gathered a lot of stares. Bill had given an appreciative look along with everyone else and he felt the magic of her otherness start to pull him in, but he was able to resist. Working around heavy curses had made him aware of the seductiveness of magic and he recognized it in Fleur.
She could charm nearly any male with her looks and aura, so Bill knew to admire from a distance. Girls like that were more dangerous than any curse he came up against yet.
For the first week, he barely saw her. Once in the morning and once during lunch break. Each time she made a point to walk or stand next to him, giving him bright smiles and coy looks. Bill couldn’t help smiling back, but didn’t bother trying to go any further. The trail of sappy looking men behind her was warning enough.
The second week, as he discovered later, Fleur brought out what she called “zee big guunz”. This involved daringly cut robes, alluring perfumes, strategic ambush attacks, and many visits everyday for suspicious reasons. One such reason involved Fleur sauntering to his desk, broken quill in hand and a sly smile on her lips.
“Pardon moi, but I have broken my quill.” She practically purred. “May I borrow one of yours?”
Bill’s response was to swallow and, with a look past her to the row of eager looking office clerks holding up numerous quills she passed on her way there, raise an eyebrow. Fleur merely smiled brighter at him. He gave a half grin and handed over his quill.
By the start of the third week, Fleur got mad. She cornered him in the hallway on the way to lunch and proceeded to curse at him in French. Bill hadn’t realized how beautiful and how scary a half-Veela could be when they were angry. He could only stare in wonder and be distantly grateful he didn’t know French.
“So! What ez de problem?” She demanded of him, breaking him out of his trance.
“Huh?” He looked down at her confused.
“Why do you not like me? Am I not beautiful?” Her large blue eyes were bright with anger.
Bill was so confused it took him a second to work out what he wanted to say.
“You’re gorgeous and I do like you, but that has nothing to do with…anything.” He floundered.
“Or course it does! If you like me, you should ask me to dinner! Why have you not?” Fleur crossed her arms and gave him a glare.
Bill had never been a big fan of being told what to do and in certain circumstances he wouldn’t mind listening to Fleur, but this wasn’t one of them.
“Maybe because I don’t make important decisions about people based on their looks alone.” He replied firmly, earning a surprised and slightly impressed look on her face.
A slow smile came to her lips and Bill felt his body respond but ignored it as best he could.
“Well then, I will ask you to lunch so you can see you should ask me to dinner.” She told him sweetly, linking her smooth arm through his and leading him down the hallway.
Amused and still slightly confused, Bill agreed.
Bill soon came to realize Fleur was as smart as she was beautiful and could make even the most menial things fun and adventurous. It wasn’t long before he found himself how he first feared- trapped in her spell.
They had been on many dinner dates and spent every lunch together since. Tonight marked the two-month anniversary of their first “official” date and Bill wanted to make it special.
He didn’t have much time to clean his tiny flat, but he managed to clear out the dirty clothes and dishes from view. Fleur had suggested having the dinner at his place and even offered to cook for him.
Bill wasn’t completely convinced about Fleur’s cooking skills, but he knew better than to question her. As he had discovered, Fleur could have quite a temper.
She arrived exactly on time with a light tapping at the door. After doing a quick check in the mirror, Bill answered. She looked as beautiful as ever, with her hair pulled back in some elaborate style and what appeared to be make-up charms artfully applied. He wasn’t use to her like this- Fleur was naturally beautiful and never wore such things everyday.
“Good evening, Bill!” She greeted him happily, giving him a light kiss on the mouth.
Bill blushed and smiled back. “Hello, Fleur. Come in!”
He stepped back to allow her through and then noticed the packages in her arms. Belatedly he attempted to take some of them from her but she brushed past him to the tiny kitchen. Bill thought he caught a flash of some emotion on her face when she took in the sparse efficiency flat, whether it was confusion or disgust he wasn’t sure.
“I’ll have to apologize for making you work in such conditions.” Bill started with a laugh, running a hand through his hair.
Fleur turned to him with a questioningly look and then gave him a brilliant smile.
“It ez adorable!” She declared with a light kiss on the cheek.
Bill felt himself blush even redder.
He assisted her with the bags, which he discovered were full of strange foods and vegetables he had never heard of before. Fleur told him she was making him a favorite dish of her mother’s family. Bill was unsure with some of the ingredients but figured he would try anything once.
They started cooking together, Fleur directing and Bill chopping or slicing whatever she directed him. He was surprised to find himself having such a good time doing a simple thing like making dinner. He wondered if his parents felt the same way at all. Bill knew his mother was the only one who did the cooking now, but he had distant memories of his parents working together, back when his father just started at the Ministry.
“Here, try this.” Fleur brought him back to the present when she thrust a spoon full of hot sauce in his face.
Obediently he tasted it.
“That’s…not too bad.” He reluctantly admitted.
“Not too bad?” Fleur repeated, an angry look on her face and her hands fisting to her hips.
“For French food.” Bill shrugged, and then grinned when Fleur threw an onion at him.
“Hey now, this is important business here.” He told her with a stern look.
“We Weasleys take our food seriously.” Bill teased, pulling her close against him.
“Well, it ez fortunate that I am such a good cook! Better than all of your heavy British food!” Fleur shot back, a smug look on her face.
Bill laughed and couldn’t help kissing her. The feeling of her soft lips under his own and her shapely body pressing against him started the chain reaction that always occurred between them. He wasn’t sure if it was Fleur’s Veela powers or their actual chemistry, but he really didn’t care.
All he cared about was how sweet she tasted and the heady scent of her filling his nose. They had only kissed a few times before, all had the same effect on him, but this was the first time they were alone and in a private place. Distantly he wondered how far Fleur was prepared to go tonight. Bill placed his hands on her hips, gently squeezing the soft flesh there and heard her moan in response. Fleur wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer, nearly knocking him off his feet.
Taking that as an answer to his unspoken question, Bill allowed his hands to slide down to cup her ass. Fleur let out a louder moan and jumped up to wrap her legs around his waist. Bill barely managed to catch her, a surprised grunt escaping from his mouth between their lips. Fleur started to kiss along his jaw and down his neck, whispering French against his skin.
The words made him hard though he didn’t understand them. It didn’t matter, he knew what they meant- she wanted him, loved him, needed his mouth against hers. Bill groaned, pulling away to kiss her again.
“Fleur,” he managed out between kisses, ducking his head as she pulled his shirt off, “are you sure?”
“Oui, mon amour.” She answered, and he took it as a yes because then she removed her own shirt.
Somehow they made it out of the kitchen and into the bedroom. Bill had to set Fleur down to work on getting his pants off, but when she knelt before him to assist he thought it might not be physically possible.
“Sweet Merlin.” He gasped to himself, pulling her back up so he wouldn’t come right there.
She seemed content to rain kisses on his chest as Bill hurriedly worked at getting his pants off. Fleur was much faster with her own dress and very quickly Bill felt short of breath just by looking at her.
She was almost too beautiful. He knew it was probably her Veela nature coming out, but for a second he felt fear. How could she want him? Was he dreaming?
When she slipped back into his arms and he felt her soft skin glide against his he knew he didn’t care if he was dreaming.
They fell onto the bed, joining together so naturally he half believed they had always been together.
Those moments would stay with him forever- feeling soft pants against his neck followed by more whispered words, tasting her smooth skin, thrusting into her warmth and feeling her tighten in response.
Afterward they rested together, arms and legs tangled together as they caught their breath. He felt her hair flow around him as she stretched and a shiver of ecstasy rolled down his spine.
It was then he knew. This was his wife.
Suddenly she sat straight up. “Merde!” she cursed and was out of the bed and running to the kitchen.
Bill quickly joined her only to burst out laughing when he saw what caused her distress. The food they had been cooking earlier was now ruined. The sauce had bubbled over and the remaining dishes were all burnt.
Fleur gave him a glare as he laughed, but when he pulled her back into his arms to kiss again she smiled.
“I love you.” He told her softly, watching her smile.
Many years later he would tell her again, still holding her in his arms.
“I love you.” She replied, still smiling at him. Despite the scars, the war, and all the deaths, she smiled.
“You’re lucky I can tolerate your cooking.” He teased, nuzzling her neck as she smacked his arm.
“You are lucky I did not run out after you gave me those horrible flowers.” Fleur shot back, tossing her hair arrogantly.
Bill faked a hurt look but laughed as he remembered her face when he presented the Flame Tongue Fire Lilies to her the next day.
“They weren’t that bad.” He shrugged, ignoring Fleur’s indignant snort.
“I sneezed for two days!” She yelled, twisting in his arms to face him.
Bill grinned and gave her a quick kiss on her scowling mouth. “I must’ve done something right.”
Fleur smirked and relaxed again as he pulled her back against him. “Yes, I suppose you did.”
He gave her a squeeze and looked back up, a content smile on his lips. They watched their children play on the lawn and Bill knew true happiness.