Title: Time After Time
Author: snarkysweetness
Characters/Pairings: Arthur/Molly
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: MASSIVE Arthur peen (ya know…not just the size…), naughtiness, sex talk, oh and ya know, sexes
When: Post-War the Second
Summary: Arthur still thinks Molly is the most beautiful thing in the world and enjoys showing her as often as possible.
Disclaimer: Jo owns characters, I 'borrow' them.
Author's Note: This was written for the_playwitch March edition, using sexy Wizard of the Month, Arthur Weasley.
Arthur leaned on his elbow, his long, lean body facing his wife's as his free hand trailed over her flesh. Almost forty years of marriage and she was still beautiful. Still desirable. Still all he wanted.
And he wanted her often. To this day, there had not been a day in their marriage that they hadn't made love at least once. Even when Fred had died, Molly had turned to sex to deal with her grief and though Arthur had, for once, not been in the mood, he'd found it for her. It hadn't been hard, one touch from her could send him into another world.
She wasn't as beautiful as she'd been when they'd gotten married. The years had taken their toll, as had two wars, and seven children, but she was beautiful. Her beauty had evolved. He didn't want a school girl, he wanted a woman, and a woman was what he had.
And had had, three times tonight.
It was a miracle they'd only had seven children with the way they made love.
"You're tempting me with that thing, you know?"
Arthur looked down, his eyes following Molly's gaze.
He grinned.
Arthur was sporting a full erection. He had to admit, he was well endowed, even for a Weasley. He was sure his boys had all inherited the family trait, with the way their wives smiled. And they weren't lacking grandchildren, either.
"Am I? But it's just sitting here; I'm not doing anything with it to tempt you."
Molly smiled, her fist wrapping around his stiff cock. "Oh, that's the problem. Idle dicks are the devil's plaything, Arthur."
Arthur smiled. Still as fresh as the day he'd met her, even after all of these years. No matter how they aged, she would always remain timeless to him. Perfection that grew with each day.
Taking a nipple into his mouth, he gave her a devilish grin before taking a nip at her and pulling away. "Well, then I suppose I should make sure it's not idle then?"
"I think that would be best, yes."
Pulling her close, Arthur slid into her with grace, they did this so many times, and their bodies were a perfect fit at this point. She was wet and slippery as he thrust into her, his eyes locked with hers. He went slowly at first, waiting until Molly was so lost in pleasure that she could no longer maintain eye contract before taking her roughly.
Arthur could do it any way that was possible and he could do it well, if the way Molly paid homage to him was any indication. She called his name until her voice was dry.
He felt like a god at times.
And he'd continue to give her reason to believe so until the day he died.