RP: A Quiet Evening

[tt_bill]

Date: 12 January 2002
Characters: Fleur Delacour-Weasley and Bill Weasley
Setting: Their home in Settlement 1
Content: TBD
Status: Private : Open, Complete


"-um." The last Charm that would keep the ward stable was in place, and Bill rolled his head from side to side, stretching and making his neck and shoulders crack. Glancing up, he noticed how the sun had moved across the sky without him noticing. Hours. He must have been on this for hours though aside from the tension in his neck and shoulders, he could have sworn that it had only been minutes since he started. A quick look at his watch, however, confirmed what the sun had already hinted at. Well, at least it wasn't as late as it sometimes got, and he wouldn't even have to hurry to make it back to the Settlement before dinner.

In fact, he could easily get back, shower and be done before dinner was ready. With a wave he thanked his colleagues for their efforts today, and to the sound of them hooting about him going home to the old ball and chain, he Disapparated from the field, only to appear in front of his home a moment later. One quick shower and a change of clothes later, he was moving through the house to the deck, hoping to find his wife.

Quietly he opened the door and leaned against the door frame and simply watched her while she worked, waiting patiently for her to look up and see him. He loved watching her when she wasn't aware; when she was asleep and her face was relaxed and peaceful or like now, when a small frown of focus was present on her forehead as she was solving some conundrum about whatever was in front of her.

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[tt_bill]

With a gentle tug Bill pulled Fleur close, until she was flush against his body. Of course side-along Apparition required quite a bit of focus, and even more so when he was so intensely aware of her warm body against his, but they’d done it before, and he’d long since mastered it, even with Fleur in his arms. Toeing off his shoes and socks, he grabbed the blanket from the back of the chair and gazed down into his wife’s impossibly blue eyes. “Hold on tight, love,” he murmured, then focused on the beach he had found shortly after arriving, while – ironically – searching for a place to share with Fleur once she too had come through the portal.

The Apparition pressed her closer to him, if that was even possible, and when the tightness disappeared, he opened his eyes to find them on the place he had imagined in his head: the southeastern shore of the northern island, where the sand was white and the view of the ocean simply breathtaking. “Open your eyes, babe,” he whispered, turning Fleur in his arms until he was embracing her from behind. “There are perfect beaches near the settlement too, but we’re completely alone here.”

[tt_fleur]

When their eyes met Fleur held Bill's darker ones for what felt like an impassable moment hypnotized by them. The area surrounding his irises were flecked with a shades just lighter than the rest. The affect was mesmerizing making it easy to lose not only herself but anything thoughts in their warm depths. When he spoke her attention was drawn to his perfectly soft and kissable pink lips...

And then the feeling of pressure and tightness associated with Apparition washed over her and she focused on holding on tightly to Bill instead. The feeling was unsettling and her stomach flopped in protest and if he hasn't been holding her she probably would have fallen over. Fleur wasn't quite sure why she was prone to motion sickness but she was and it was why she hated flying. It was why she walked most place but Apparition wasn't too bad especially with Bill.

Bringing her hands up rested them atop his wrists securing herself further into his embrace. The sight before her eyes was breathtaking; breathtaking in the way the skies painted deep hues of orange, purple and red and refracted off the calm waters that lapped softly at the sand under their feet. It made a perfectly romantic backdrop for any number of things she wanted to do with him.

Tearing herself away from the stunning scene before her, Fleur turned slightly in Bill's arm so she could face him. "It's beautiful," she told him softly settling close to him, her lips mere centimeters from Bill's own, her breathe heating the air between them.

[tt_bill]

Bill might have been looking at the setting sun, but his full attention was on the woman in his arms. No, he couldn’t see her face, but he could feel the curves of her body against his, the heat from her skin, which he knew both the exact shade and texture of. He could smell her light perfume, mixing perfectly with the light breeze from the sea, the breeze that made small tendrils of her soft hair brush up against his face. Leaning down he pressed a kiss to the top of her head, closing his eyes for a moment while he breathed in the scent of her.

When he felt her begin to move, he eased his hold on her, just enough to allow her to turn in his arms. His smile warmed when her stunning face came into view, and his arms tightened around her waist as she leaned up towards him. “Very,” he agreed with a smile against her lips, before he closed the distance and let himself disappear in her. Somewhere in the back of his mind, a small voice chuckled satisfied with the fact that they wouldn’t be paying close attention to the sunset. At least not tonight.