"Minx," Bill chuckled against her lips, and then she was pulling back and tugging him from the chair. He let her, caught up in her playfulness and highly aware that if they didn't get moving, it would be a while before they would be doing anything but each other.
Keeping a hold on her hand, he halted her before she reached the door. His long arms wrapped around her from behind as he hugged her to him, burying his nose in her hair. He breathed her in, humming contently while kissing and nipping his way down to the nape of her neck. "Merlin, you smell good, woman," he murmured against her soft skin. He tightened his arms around her, his lips finding her pulse-point; he knew that he could just as easily spend the rest of the day and evening with her right here, and neither of them would regret it. Except for the fact that Fleur had been working through the day and had just admitted to not having eaten for a while.
"Go get dressed," he whispered, his lips ghosting over the sensitive shell of her ear, before a teasing grin spread on his face, "and I'll go get started in the kitchen." With a gentle, playful smack on her perfectly round behind, he let her go and made his way down to the kitchen.
"Alright, let's see..." he breathed to himself, trying to clear his mind from pouncing on his wife and instead focusing on the task at hand: getting dinner started.
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Date: 2013-01-19 02:32 am (UTC)Keeping a hold on her hand, he halted her before she reached the door. His long arms wrapped around her from behind as he hugged her to him, burying his nose in her hair. He breathed her in, humming contently while kissing and nipping his way down to the nape of her neck. "Merlin, you smell good, woman," he murmured against her soft skin. He tightened his arms around her, his lips finding her pulse-point; he knew that he could just as easily spend the rest of the day and evening with her right here, and neither of them would regret it. Except for the fact that Fleur had been working through the day and had just admitted to not having eaten for a while.
"Go get dressed," he whispered, his lips ghosting over the sensitive shell of her ear, before a teasing grin spread on his face, "and I'll go get started in the kitchen." With a gentle, playful smack on her perfectly round behind, he let her go and made his way down to the kitchen.
"Alright, let's see..." he breathed to himself, trying to clear his mind from pouncing on his wife and instead focusing on the task at hand: getting dinner started.