wl_mods (wl_mods) wrote in wizard_love, @ 2009-03-09 00:14:00 |
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Entry tags: | *fic, bill, fleur |
Special delivery for andrian1
Title: Four Times Bill And Fleur Made Love
Author: venusinfurs
Recipient's IJ/LJ name: andrian1
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Bill/Fleur
Word Count: 1,279
Warnings (if any):
Summary: Four different sexual encounters between Bill and Fleur make a map of their life. Significant and not, it's all a part of them.
Author's notes: I enjoyed writing this story very much. I only hope my recipient enjoys it! Thanks to my beta reader (no journal) for everything and for suggesting the broom idea!
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The first time Bill and Fleur make love is predictable in almost every way. It's awkward, messy, there's a touch of blood, and Fleur isn't sure even twenty years later if she actually came.
"Open wider," Bill whispers in Fleur's ear, fingers sliding into her wet pussy. "You want this, don't you?"
Fleur nods, she does and yet she can't relax, can't take him in. An elbow hits the wall - Bill's, and Fleur doesn't giggle, though she can't keep her lips from curling into a smile.
Luckily, Bill sees the funny side, and he laughs, head thrown back, smiling down at her. He presses his thumb to her clit and that makes Fleur moan, and her legs open for him. "More," she whispers, even though she's scared. She knows it's going to hurt and she knows she won't get pregnant, but she's scared of the unknown.
She's right, it does hurt as Bill's cock - which could not, by any stretch of the imagination be called small - slides inside her, but she's wet enough that it's not too bad after the initial shock, and she wraps her arms around him, quite enjoying it when he starts to thrust, and enjoying it even more when he goes back to the caressing of her clit.
It's feeling really good and Fleur's just about to fall over the edge, when Bill comes deep inside her, and kind of. Lies there. Holding her, telling her how wonderful she is, and it kind of distracts Fleur and she is too comfortable to ask for more. She's happy that Bill is happy.
But next time she's going to make sure he makes her come.
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The second time Bill and Fleur make love, she doesn't have to make sure he makes her come. He figures it out all on his own. Or he does the right things. She's never sure which.
It's fast, hard, and quite unexpected. Well, it does take place in a vault in Gringott's. Fleur had brought Bill some food, as he was working late. She'd smiled and teased and had even been drafted - she certainly wouldn't volunteer, she's just a little scared of the things hiding in the far reaches of the bank - to help Bill get something out of a vault for a customer. Bill insists, and she's there, and there's so little time for them to be together any more now she's working too... so Fleur agrees.
The part about not having too much time for them is probably why her 'innocent' pinch of Bill's fine arse as he bends over, leads to more than a teasing glance. She honestly hadn't planned for it to happen, but she doesn't feel the need to argue when Bill starts kissing her and pushing aside her skirt and panties, her pussy drenched with need for him. His fingers seem to push in and hook up, finding that spot that makes her shiver as she holds onto him. "Oh... oh Bill," Fleur moans, keeping it soft because being discovered wouldn't be a good thing.
She spreads her legs, is pushed against the wall and wraps her legs around Bill, whimpering as his cock pushes into her, and he reaches under her shirt, cupping a breast and making her moan again and again as he fucks her hard.
She has to keep from screaming as she comes, her pussy tightening around him, burying her mouth in his neck, and she bites down as he fills her.
When they go back out, though, Fleur is convinced that the goblins and other magical creatures working know what they were up to. She's never sure about that, either. But she does manage to kiss Bill chastely on the cheek and walk out, but not before whispering in his ear that if he comes to her place when he finishes, they can have more fun. He does, and they do.
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Fleur's stopped counting how many times they've made love by the time their wedding night happens. Actually she stopped quite a while before. And if she's truthful with herself, she isn't expecting much out of the ordinary for their wedding night.
She is wrong, but probably only because she never seriously thought people could actually make love on a broom. Okay, so there's a spell to hold them up, and they're flying alone, and there's spells to be sure no one accidentally bumps into them. But she still hadn't expected Bill to lift her up and pull her down onto his cock, making her cry out. "Louder," he whispers. "Scream for me, my gorgeous wife. Let the whole sky know I'm fucking your beautiful pussy."
Fleur squeezes around him and moans louder, leaning over to lick and nibble at his neck, knowing how much Bill likes that. She sets the pace, not letting him thrust up too much, but enveloping his cock and taking as much as she can inside her. It's a very kinky and very hot experience to be fucked on a broom, and it's not at all long before she comes, hard.
She whispers in his ear, telling him how good it feels, how naughty it is, and she smiles as he groans, coming inside her.
They make love a few more times that night, once they're on the ground at the wizarding resort that they are to spend the next week being thoroughly pampered at, but that's the moment Fleur will always think of as her wedding night.
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Fleur knows exactly which time they make love that is the time that they conceive Victoire. It's not because it's particularly memorable because of positions, or because they use anything particularly kinky (though she does tie Bill up - but that happens practically every other time they make love anyway). It's more a feeling, a knowledge that she has changed, that makes her know this, that she can feel the new life beginning inside her.
They're planning it of course. After the war and everything else, it's the right time. And Fleur wants Bill's children, she loves him and she wants him to know that.
He's a little reluctant at first, given the situation with Greyback, but he is his father's son and he wants a child too, though Fleur doesn't push him on more than one - at least not yet.
So they're planning it, and Fleur might just know that this is a good time, but it's much more about the lacy bra and silk stockings - which, yes, she knows Bill adores on her - than anything else that actually has them ending up in bed.
Well, not quite in bed - they only make it to the nearest wall, and Fleur is reminded for a moment of the second time they made love, and wonders if there are going to be more times like this. She certainly hopes so.
Bill is fucking her so hard, she is worried about the paint, but it only takes him angling his cock the right way for her to forget everything else - just like it always is with him.
She comes, as hard as she always does with Bill, crying out as she feels him so deep inside her, and she knows - she's never going to understand how, but she knows that's the moment they conceive Victoire.
She's even more certain when she finds out a few weeks later that she is pregnant that that's exactly when it happened. She never tries to find out for sure, leaving it as something between her and the universe. And Bill, of course, she'd whispered it to him after they made love again in bed, holding each other close and talking of everything and nothing.