Molly Weasley sighed as she heard a low rumble of thunder overhead, signaling the beginning of a storm. "So much for working in the garden, then," she thought, pushing herself up from her position on all fours, not really wanting to spend the afternoon indoors. She and Arthur had argued over breakfast that morning, about what, she couldn't quite recall, but nevertheless, she was upset with him. Brushing herself off, she made her way to the back door as it started to pour. Molly grumbled as she entered the house, soaking wet, and she could feel her dress clinging to her body in areas she didn't feel like showing her husband at the moment.
Arthur looked up from his seat at the table where he was reading the Daily Prophet, and smiled as she stormed toward the living room. He would always hold to the fact that he thought his wife was attractive when she was upset or angry, and he thought that the fact she was soaking wet from being caught in the rain just made her more desirable.
"Molly?" he called, wondering if he should try to make up for his behaviour that morning, or if he should just let her be.
"What do you want, Arthur?" Molly replied as she came back into the kitchen with her hands on her hips. Arthur tried to look his wife in her eyes, but he found it rather difficult to take his own away from her breasts as the wet fabric of her dress was clinging to them, showing off her curves magnificently.
"I'm sorry for my behaviour this morning," he said, rising from his chair, tossing the paper aside and moving to stand in front of his wife.
"Your apology is accepted, now if you don't mind, I'd like to get of this," she stated, gesturing to her dress before adding, "I absolutely hate the rain."
"Now Molly, I don't think you hate the rain, you love thunderstorms,"
"Thunderstorms, yes, but the rain that goes along with them, no."
"Well, you said you wanted to get out of that dress didn't you?" he inquired, and Molly nodded her head, turning to leave, but he quickly reached out and caught her arm, pulling her to him. "I think I can help you with that," he whispered, tilting her chin up with his forefinger before capturing her lips in a soft sweet kiss.
"You've just been waiting for a chance to get me back into bed with you haven't you?" she asked, rolling her eyes.
"Now, Mollywobbles, you know that isn't true. I've been thinking about how attractive you are when you're upset, that's all."
"Sure, that's why you can't seem to pry your eyes away from my breasts, Arthur."
"It's my fault now that you're soaked and your clothing happens to be showing off your curves deliciously? I could have told you it was supposed to rain today, but if you want my honest opinion, I'm not at all disappointed about the outcome." He dipped his head to kiss her neck, removing the beads of water located there.
"I never said it was your fault Arthur," she gasped, tilting her head to the side to give him better access, "though, what else do we have to do on a rainy afternoon?"
"I think you know my vote on that," he mumbled, trailing his kisses to her shoulder as he slid one hand up her stomach to cup her breast whilst his other slid down to grab her round backside.
Molly moaned and arched towards him, slipping her arms around his neck.
"You are bad," she said breathlessly, closing her eyes.
"Really? Do you even recall the last time we made love on a rainy afternoon, Mollywobbles?"
"Vaguely, Artiebear."
"Well then, why can't we now? You said so yourself there's not much else we can do and your day was ruined was it not?"
"It was. I've been meaning to get out there to work in the garden, and when I finally do, it rains."
"All right then, let me make your day a little bit better, Mol." He whispered, brushing a hand through her wet hair, pulling her snug against him.
"Gladly."