Very Naughty Thoughts - 1/1 - Adult - Bill/Fleur
Title: Very Naughty Thoughts (1/1)
Author: silvernatasha
Rating: Adult
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Summary: When Fleur has 'vairy naughty' thoughts, champagne is not just for drinking. Bill/Fleur.
A/N: Written for smut_69 prompt #32: champagne.
Word Count: 1005.
The champagne fizzed on her tongue and Fleur leant across the table, lips barely brushing Bill's ear.
"I am... theenking of some vairy naughty theengs to do with theese champagne," she told him in a whisper, smiling as he raised his eyebrows.
"Really?" Bill smirked at her, then took a sip from his flute. Fleur watched his lips eagerly, so full and pouting and perfect to be kissed. "Does it have anything to do with me dripping it all over your cunt and licking it up?"
Most women he knew would have been repulsed by that sort of language. Fleur was not most women. Instead she looked thoughtful. "Well, I was theenking zat I would be ze one doing ze dripping, mais... oui. Zat is most acceptable." Fleur nodded in approval of his suggestion.
"Shall we take the bottle up to our room, then?"
Fleur looked surprised. "You booked a room?"
Nodding, Bill took her hand, running his thumb over her engagement ring. "I was feeling optimistic." Fleur laughed. "Shall we go? We've finished eating, haven't we?"
"Yes. I do not theenk that I could eat anytheeng else." Fleur's eyes traced over Bill's body. "Well, maybe later." She inclined her head, catching his lips in a soft kiss. "On y va."
The room that Bill had booked was dripping in gold; candles had been lit for their arrival. The warm glow of the room lit up Fleur's complexion and she beamed as she looked around. "Now I am vairy glad I said yes," she remarked as Bill slid his arm around her waist, tugging her closer. He kissed her, lips exploring hers and tasting the chocolate from her dessert.
"Did you want to elaborate on those naughty thoughts?" he asked breathlessly, twisting a lock of pale blonde hair between his fingers.
Fleur licked her lips. "You will need to take your clothes off and lie on ze bed."
Bill's robes were on the floor immediately and he wrenched his tie off, tossing it to Fleur, who caught it with a soft laugh. He slowly turned as he stripped, knowing that his fiancée was watching him intently.
"'Urry up." Fleur was anything if demanding.
"Your wish is my command."
"I theenk zat I am liking ze sound of zat."
Fleur smiled, moving towards him; Bill caught her wrists with his hands. He lifted her hands to his mouth, kissing the back of one and then the other. "Keep saying things like that and I'll start having visions of you as a dominatrix all in black leather." His lip curled. "Maybe with a whip. Knee-high boots. Definitely liking the sound of that."
"Enough talk of ze leather. What about ze champagne?"
Another bottle was chilling beside the bed and Bill reached for his wand, tapping the bottle to open it; the cork slid out with a barely audible pop.
Carefully draping her robes over the back of the chair, Fleur slipped her delicate shoes off. She picked up the bottle of champagne by the neck, and Bill couldn't help but notice the way that she seemed to caress the glass. Somehow, with just a couple of looks, Fleur managed to corner him, forcing him back onto the bed.
The bottle tipped, cold liquid splashing over Bill's chest as Fleur straddled him. He gasped; she laughed. Fleur's lips were warm as she started to carefully lick the alcohol from his skin. Bill brought his hands up, cupping her breasts. As he ran his thumbs over them, he could feel her nipples tightening. Fleur retaliated by lightly biting one of Bill's.
She blew lightly on him, making him shiver. "I want you." Fleur lifted her head, nipping his earlobe.
"Got me." Bill lifted her hand up, kissing her ring. "Forever." He tugged on her knickers, a little lacy scrap of material that barely deserved the term. "Am I going to have to rip these off you?"
"You can eef you promise to buy me more," Fleur said before kissing him softly.
Rather than tearing them off, though, Bill pushed them to one side, his fingers teasing her. She whimpered a little as he pushed a finger inside her, her arousal coating his fingers. "You just want me to buy you pretty things."
Fleur smiled languidly, rolling her hips against his fingers. "Oui." When Bill added a second finger, she groaned gutturally, one of the things that he loved about her: she was always so responsive to his touch. She manoeuvred herself above him, whimpering a little as he removed his fingers before pushing down on him. Fleur's arms wrapped around Bill's neck, her body pressing close against his.
"So perfect," he murmured against her hair, almost overwhelmed by sensation and elation - she had actually agreed to marry him, the girl who could have anyone.
Fleur shifted, taking him deeper and groaning that she loved him in French as his hips thrust up against hers.
"Thought... thought we were going to use more of the champagne?" Bill ground out breathlessly as Fleur's head came to rest in the crook of his neck.
"Later," she growled, too caught in the feeling coursing through her to care. She clenched around him and prompting him to snake his fingers between their bodies, insistently rubbing her clit, eliciting a mewling sound from the back of Fleur's throat.
Bill's teeth grazed her shoulder as she rode him, his other hand coming to rest on her hip. He could feel her starting to tense around him and knew that his own climax was swiftly approaching. His hand trailed up her body, giving her nipple a firm pinch.
Fleur came with a low groan, her back arching as her orgasm trembled through her. Bill bit into her shoulder, marking her as his as he followed her over the edge, falling back onto the pillows with Fleur on top of him.
She made a noise of contentment against his chest. "For 'ow long do we 'ave this room?" she murmured.
Bill gently stroked her hair. "All weekend."
Author: silvernatasha
Rating: Adult
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Summary: When Fleur has 'vairy naughty' thoughts, champagne is not just for drinking. Bill/Fleur.
A/N: Written for smut_69 prompt #32: champagne.
Word Count: 1005.
The champagne fizzed on her tongue and Fleur leant across the table, lips barely brushing Bill's ear.
"I am... theenking of some vairy naughty theengs to do with theese champagne," she told him in a whisper, smiling as he raised his eyebrows.
"Really?" Bill smirked at her, then took a sip from his flute. Fleur watched his lips eagerly, so full and pouting and perfect to be kissed. "Does it have anything to do with me dripping it all over your cunt and licking it up?"
Most women he knew would have been repulsed by that sort of language. Fleur was not most women. Instead she looked thoughtful. "Well, I was theenking zat I would be ze one doing ze dripping, mais... oui. Zat is most acceptable." Fleur nodded in approval of his suggestion.
"Shall we take the bottle up to our room, then?"
Fleur looked surprised. "You booked a room?"
Nodding, Bill took her hand, running his thumb over her engagement ring. "I was feeling optimistic." Fleur laughed. "Shall we go? We've finished eating, haven't we?"
"Yes. I do not theenk that I could eat anytheeng else." Fleur's eyes traced over Bill's body. "Well, maybe later." She inclined her head, catching his lips in a soft kiss. "On y va."
The room that Bill had booked was dripping in gold; candles had been lit for their arrival. The warm glow of the room lit up Fleur's complexion and she beamed as she looked around. "Now I am vairy glad I said yes," she remarked as Bill slid his arm around her waist, tugging her closer. He kissed her, lips exploring hers and tasting the chocolate from her dessert.
"Did you want to elaborate on those naughty thoughts?" he asked breathlessly, twisting a lock of pale blonde hair between his fingers.
Fleur licked her lips. "You will need to take your clothes off and lie on ze bed."
Bill's robes were on the floor immediately and he wrenched his tie off, tossing it to Fleur, who caught it with a soft laugh. He slowly turned as he stripped, knowing that his fiancée was watching him intently.
"'Urry up." Fleur was anything if demanding.
"Your wish is my command."
"I theenk zat I am liking ze sound of zat."
Fleur smiled, moving towards him; Bill caught her wrists with his hands. He lifted her hands to his mouth, kissing the back of one and then the other. "Keep saying things like that and I'll start having visions of you as a dominatrix all in black leather." His lip curled. "Maybe with a whip. Knee-high boots. Definitely liking the sound of that."
"Enough talk of ze leather. What about ze champagne?"
Another bottle was chilling beside the bed and Bill reached for his wand, tapping the bottle to open it; the cork slid out with a barely audible pop.
Carefully draping her robes over the back of the chair, Fleur slipped her delicate shoes off. She picked up the bottle of champagne by the neck, and Bill couldn't help but notice the way that she seemed to caress the glass. Somehow, with just a couple of looks, Fleur managed to corner him, forcing him back onto the bed.
The bottle tipped, cold liquid splashing over Bill's chest as Fleur straddled him. He gasped; she laughed. Fleur's lips were warm as she started to carefully lick the alcohol from his skin. Bill brought his hands up, cupping her breasts. As he ran his thumbs over them, he could feel her nipples tightening. Fleur retaliated by lightly biting one of Bill's.
She blew lightly on him, making him shiver. "I want you." Fleur lifted her head, nipping his earlobe.
"Got me." Bill lifted her hand up, kissing her ring. "Forever." He tugged on her knickers, a little lacy scrap of material that barely deserved the term. "Am I going to have to rip these off you?"
"You can eef you promise to buy me more," Fleur said before kissing him softly.
Rather than tearing them off, though, Bill pushed them to one side, his fingers teasing her. She whimpered a little as he pushed a finger inside her, her arousal coating his fingers. "You just want me to buy you pretty things."
Fleur smiled languidly, rolling her hips against his fingers. "Oui." When Bill added a second finger, she groaned gutturally, one of the things that he loved about her: she was always so responsive to his touch. She manoeuvred herself above him, whimpering a little as he removed his fingers before pushing down on him. Fleur's arms wrapped around Bill's neck, her body pressing close against his.
"So perfect," he murmured against her hair, almost overwhelmed by sensation and elation - she had actually agreed to marry him, the girl who could have anyone.
Fleur shifted, taking him deeper and groaning that she loved him in French as his hips thrust up against hers.
"Thought... thought we were going to use more of the champagne?" Bill ground out breathlessly as Fleur's head came to rest in the crook of his neck.
"Later," she growled, too caught in the feeling coursing through her to care. She clenched around him and prompting him to snake his fingers between their bodies, insistently rubbing her clit, eliciting a mewling sound from the back of Fleur's throat.
Bill's teeth grazed her shoulder as she rode him, his other hand coming to rest on her hip. He could feel her starting to tense around him and knew that his own climax was swiftly approaching. His hand trailed up her body, giving her nipple a firm pinch.
Fleur came with a low groan, her back arching as her orgasm trembled through her. Bill bit into her shoulder, marking her as his as he followed her over the edge, falling back onto the pillows with Fleur on top of him.
She made a noise of contentment against his chest. "For 'ow long do we 'ave this room?" she murmured.
Bill gently stroked her hair. "All weekend."