Smart - Bill & Fleur
A/N: Nope. Still not JK Rowling. If I was, I'd have not written the end of Jily on Halloween. I'd have made it Nov. 1. Just sayin'. - DG
Dad's pretty smart, I reckon.
Bill listened when his father would throw out tidbits of wisdom, like how Mum would sneak him extra biscuits before the other kids could snatch them all. In this case, he first heard the advice when he was 8 and Mum was resting upstairs with the twins.
He could still hear his Dad's voice from that evening. Being a man means helping out and tidying up. But if you want her to appreciate you, wash the dishes.
"What's so funny, mon cher?"
Bill ran a hand over his wife's bare back. "I was thinking about something Dad taught me when I was younger. At the time, it made absolutely no sense – until the next morning when Mum made me extra potato cakes and bangers for breakfast. She rubbed my head in appreciation for 'My helper Bill'.
Fleur was lying next to Bill in her bare skin. She enjoyed his gentle touch which was a contrast to the enthusiastic shagging that happened last night after dinner.
"When I was younger, he said that if you wanted to get into a woman's good graces, you washed dishes. He also said if you wanted a woman to quit bothering you, you tidied after yourself."
Fleur rolled onto her side and let his callous pad fingers drift over her goose flesh skin, across her chest and torso. "It wasn't until I had graduated from Hogwarts and I was living in Egypt that I finally realized what Dad was talking about."
Fleur raised her eyebrows at him.
"I was letting a room at a house outside Giza when I heard a furious row break out downstairs. I ran down with my wand to see the witch keeping her wizard at wandpoint. She was yelling at him in Arabic about keeping his hands away from her if he couldn't pick up a dishtowel.
"I realized then that Dad meant more than just helping a woman out." Bill leaned over and kissed his wife. "He meant that you get more loving if you help out around the house."
"But I don't ask that."
Bills hands worked their way down her lithe body. "Doesn't matter. I saw that it worked for my parents and I want that." Bill rolled her onto her back, watching how her hips opened and her smile spread across her features. "I don't expect you to do it all. I want to help around the house. If anything, I hope it gets me laid more."
Fleur pulled Bill's scarred face to her own and pressed delicate lips to his. She moaned in appreciation when he slid between her very warm thighs. Biting teeth on her earlobe made her quiver.
"Mum said whenever Dad did the dishes, she showed him her appreciation that night. That's why we have the twins and Ron too."
Fleur smiled wide under his thrusts. "You mean like last night and this morning, mon cher?"