RP: A Little Quality Time
Title: A Little Quality Time
Date: 9 October 1998
Time of Day: 1054pm
Characters: Molly Weasley, Arthur Weasley
Location: The Burrow
Status: Private--Very Private
Brief Summary: The elder Weasleys enjoy some time together.
Completion: Complete
Warning: Sexual Situations
"Molly?" asked Arthur as he climbed into bed next to his wife.
"Yes, dear," she answered without looking up from her knitting while her glasses slid down to the tip of her nose.
"Have you heard from all the boys?" Arthur was, of course, referring to the owls that Molly had sent to each of the boys and Harry the other day. The following Saturday, they were expecting them for tea so that Molly could tell them that she was opening her cafe.
"Mmm hmm. George finally owled back," she answered, still concentrating on her knitting.
"And they're all coming?'
"Yes," she said emphatically.
"But not now."
"Arthur, what are you getting at?" She finally turned to her husband and gasped. He was shirtless, when he usually wore a pyjama shirt. His blue eyes were sparkling with something she hadn't noticed in a while.
Desire.
"Molly..." His voice was deep and thick, a tone he hadn't taken with her in a very long time. Too long.
She tossed her knitting to the floor and turned toward him. She was sure that her temperature rose around twenty degrees and she felt light-headed. She leaned forward and met Arthur's lips, their kiss lingering against each other's while their tongues met heistantly inside Molly's mouth.
Arthur moaned into her mouth and they fell back against the pillows of their bed. He reached over and stroked her breast, sending shockwaves through her body. It had been too long since he'd done that and she savoured each and every moment.
Her hands travelled down his torso and inched inside his pyjamas until she found what she was looking for. He moaned into their kiss. They continued to caress each other as nightclothes were removed and naked bodies were revealed to one another. His hands were gentle, primed by years of experience in loving her, as they slid across the expanse of her, bringing out the hidden woman only he knew.
What seemed like hours later, Molly lay curled up against Arthur, their bodies sated for now.
"Molly," Arthur whispered into her hair, which was now spread across the pillow and his chest. "I'm sorry I'd forgotten about this. Seven children and two wars..."
"I know, love." She turned her face to look at him and smiled. "You've still got the touch, m'dear." She slid herself atop him and met his surprised eyes. "I just want to see if I still got it."
And she disappeared under the sheets.
Date: 9 October 1998
Time of Day: 1054pm
Characters: Molly Weasley, Arthur Weasley
Location: The Burrow
Status: Private--Very Private
Brief Summary: The elder Weasleys enjoy some time together.
Completion: Complete
Warning: Sexual Situations
"Molly?" asked Arthur as he climbed into bed next to his wife.
"Yes, dear," she answered without looking up from her knitting while her glasses slid down to the tip of her nose.
"Have you heard from all the boys?" Arthur was, of course, referring to the owls that Molly had sent to each of the boys and Harry the other day. The following Saturday, they were expecting them for tea so that Molly could tell them that she was opening her cafe.
"Mmm hmm. George finally owled back," she answered, still concentrating on her knitting.
"And they're all coming?'
"Yes," she said emphatically.
"But not now."
"Arthur, what are you getting at?" She finally turned to her husband and gasped. He was shirtless, when he usually wore a pyjama shirt. His blue eyes were sparkling with something she hadn't noticed in a while.
Desire.
"Molly..." His voice was deep and thick, a tone he hadn't taken with her in a very long time. Too long.
She tossed her knitting to the floor and turned toward him. She was sure that her temperature rose around twenty degrees and she felt light-headed. She leaned forward and met Arthur's lips, their kiss lingering against each other's while their tongues met heistantly inside Molly's mouth.
Arthur moaned into her mouth and they fell back against the pillows of their bed. He reached over and stroked her breast, sending shockwaves through her body. It had been too long since he'd done that and she savoured each and every moment.
Her hands travelled down his torso and inched inside his pyjamas until she found what she was looking for. He moaned into their kiss. They continued to caress each other as nightclothes were removed and naked bodies were revealed to one another. His hands were gentle, primed by years of experience in loving her, as they slid across the expanse of her, bringing out the hidden woman only he knew.
What seemed like hours later, Molly lay curled up against Arthur, their bodies sated for now.
"Molly," Arthur whispered into her hair, which was now spread across the pillow and his chest. "I'm sorry I'd forgotten about this. Seven children and two wars..."
"I know, love." She turned her face to look at him and smiled. "You've still got the touch, m'dear." She slid herself atop him and met his surprised eyes. "I just want to see if I still got it."
And she disappeared under the sheets.