Disclaimer: I do not own any part of the Harry Potter franchise.
Author's Note: I'm sorry for my long absence! I was putting off posting more because we're nearing the end, and part of me doesn't want to get there. Thank you for coming back and reading.
Molly felt the wind and smelled the sea air before she opened her eyes. She felt Arthur's hand gripping hers tightly and smiled. When her eyes did open, she saw the deserted beach before her, the waves rolling onto the sand, and a beautiful, nearly full moon illuminating everything. A little ways up the beach stood Shell Cottage, dark and quiet.
"Wow," breathed Arthur.
Molly turned to him, expecting to see him looking at the impressive house with its thousands of shells. He was, however, staring at her. He'd dropped the items he carried in the sand and seemed to be drinking her in with his eyes. Molly blushed but smiled softly at him, appreciating how his ginger hair glowed in the moonlight.
"Molly," he swallowed, "you're so…"
He didn't finish his thought. Instead, his right hand skimmed up her neck and onto her cheek, pulling her face toward his. The distance closed between them and Molly rested her hands on his chest, her fingers playing with the lapel on his suit.
"Let's go inside," she whispered before he could deepen the kiss.
She slipped off her heels and carried them in her hands. Arthur insisted on carrying everything else as they walked through the sand to the cottage. Molly unlocked the door and lit the oil lamps with her wand. Arthur set their items down on the sofa in the small sitting room.
"Let's put up some wards, just in case," she said and stepped back outside, "Aunt Muriel said that my parents were out of the country, but it would make me feel better."
"Sure thing, love," Arthur agreed.
He followed her back outside and they cast protective enchantments around the cottage. Once they finished, Arthur pulled her by the hand back inside and sealed the door. They gazed lovingly at each other at the bottom of the stairs.
"How's your back?" Molly asked, gently stroking his stomach through his jacket and shirt.
"It's not bothering me at all," Arthur answered quietly, his own fingers tracing the lace on her dress.
She was so ready after their long period of abstinence, but didn't want to spoil their first time as husband and wife by moving too fast - their wedding night only happened once. She stepped onto the bottom stair and smiled. He leaned down to kiss her again and moaned with longing when her tongue flicked across his lips. Molly took another stair and Arthur followed without breaking their kiss. Another stair, then another, until Arthur wrenched his lips from hers, breathing heavily.
"Molly," he panted, hands on her waist, "I love you."
"I love you," she breathed, taking another stair, "my darling husband."
She extended her hand and he took it, then moved past her on the stairs so that he was in the lead. He lit the lamps upstairs with his wand, surprised to see three bedrooms in such a small house. Molly slipped both hands in his at the top of the stairs and walked backwards into the master bedroom.
The room was simple, merely a bed framed by two nightstands, a dresser, and a small closet. Oil lamps sat on each nightstand and cast a soft glow onto the bed. The real draw, however, was the window. It overlooked the sea and that night, since the moon was large, let in a generous amount of moonlight.
"Arthur," Molly stood in the middle of the room holding his hands and staring into his eyes, "Forever."
"Forever," he repeated, going behind to hold her, "Mrs Weasley."
His hands moved from her waist to her shoulders, then Arthur slowly moved Molly's hair and veil off the left side of her neck. She closed her eyes as his fingertips brushed against her skin.
"You look so gorgeous," he whispered into her ear, "I almost don't want to take off your dress," his lips brushed against her earlobe, "Almost…"
She laughed softly and turned to face him. Her fingers ran up his arms and over his shoulders, up to his glasses. With a yearning expression, Molly slid them gently off Arthur's face and set them on the nightstand. He closed his eyes for just a moment, then opened them and reached out to unfasten her veil, pulling it slowly from her hair. Arthur swallowed hard when her fingers deftly undid his tie and the buttons on his shirt. He slid it off at the same time as his jacket, both hitting the floor behind him.
"You're sure your back is okay?" Molly asked, eyes roving over his thin, freckled chest.
"Yes," he said thickly, and kissed her neck back up to her ear, "it's like I said before- I want to make love to my wife on our wedding night."
She melted into Arthur's lips with a loud sigh. He turned her round slowly and began to unzip her white dress.
"That's good," Molly said as she slipped her arms out of the lace sleeves, "because I want to take a long time tonight making love to my husband."
She reached behind her back and unhooked her strapless bra, letting it fall to the floor. She still had on the sheer slip she'd borrowed from Marlene , but the effect was greater if she had on nothing underneath. Reaching under her dress, she pulled off her knickers before Arthur could see them.
His lips were slowly working their way down her neck and shoulders. Arthur's hands were on her hips, gently tugging her dress down. Molly's hands were behind her, rubbing up his thighs. Once her dress slid past her hips, it fell to the floor and she stepped out of it. Arthur made a low growling noise at the sight of her rear through the sheer slip. Molly could hear him undoing his trousers and turned around, biting her lip in anticipation as he removed his clothes before her. He swallowed hard again, looking at her erect nipples through the gossamer fabric.
Arthur didn't remember bending down to kiss her, but suddenly their lips were joined again, their tongues dancing heatedly. He heard the squeak of springs, and next moment he was above Molly on the bed, both of them moaning into the other's mouths.
"Molly," he moaned when his lips went to her neck, "Mrs Weasley…" down to her collarbone, "my wife…"
"Oh Arthur…" Molly moaned beneath him, her fingers in his hair, "You're my husband…we're married!"
Arthur's mouth took Molly's right nipple through the sheer fabric and she groaned loudly at the feeling. When he ran his lips across her chest to claim her left nipple, she arched her back into his mouth.
"You're mine," he whispered gently after he'd released her tit, lightly swollen and dark pink from his sucking.
"I always was," she smiled at him.
Molly pushed Arthur's shoulders until he lay on his back. Then, she hovered over him, her lips moving slowly down his chest and stomach. Her fingers followed the path of ginger hair south of his navel down to his erection. Clear fluid was already building up at his tip, and she greedily lapped it up. Molly licked the length of him from tip to base while he moaned. Arthur swore under his breath when her mouth spent time kissing, licking, sucking his testicles before traveling back up his member.
"You're mine," she echoed his sentiments just before she took the head of his cock into her mouth.
"Uh huh!" was all Arthur could get out at the moment.
After a few seconds of that particular bliss, Arthur pulled her elbow to bring her up to him.
"That was brilliant," he whispered, "I'm so happy, Molly."
His fingers were gently touching her curls as they faced each other on their sides in the bed. Molly smiled at him and nodded her head as her fingers ran down his chest.
"This is the best night of my life, Arthur," she said and scooted close to him, "I love you so much."
They kissed again, taking their time. Hands traveled slowly along each other's bodies, teasing and caressing. After several minutes, Arthur rolled Molly onto her back and positioned himself on top of her. His eyes roved over her face as she stroked his cheek. Their eyes met and he saw her looking at him in adoration.
"Make love to me," she whispered, "No spells…just us."
Molly pulled his face to hers and kissed him tenderly. He nibbled her bottom lip and their tongues met. With a pleased sigh from her, Arthur settled his weight on her body. He felt her legs open and smiled as they kissed.
"Oh Molly," he murmured against her lips as he entered her, "I've missed this."
Their bodies moved slowly but passionately, each enjoying the sensations they'd gone so long without.
"You feel-" she panted a bit although they held a gradual pace, "-so wonderful…"
Molly pulled Arthur as close to her as she could. Her hand gripped his back in their passion, but she let go quickly.
"I'm sorry!" she looked at him, worried, "Did I hurt you?"
"No love," he said as his fingers went to her nub, "didn't hurt at all."
She breathed in relief and put her hands on his hips. He could feel her wet heat envelope him tightly as he thrust, both of them nearing the edge. Molly brought her legs up, ankles crossed behind his bum to bring him in deeper.
"Ohh Arthur," she whimpered, "I love you, sweetheart."
"I love you Mollywobbles," he murmured, rubbing her faster.
She clutched his hair and pressed his forehead to hers, their eyes glued together. The pressure broke within her soon after. Like so many times before, the intensity of her pulsing triggered Arthur's release, and he burst into her while they kissed. Molly held her to him as they recovered, their kiss not ending for several minutes.
"Marvelous," he whispered, still atop her.
"Mmm hmm," she agreed in a satisfied way, fingers lazily running along his shoulders.
They shared another tender kiss before Arthur rolled off her onto his back. They both stared at the ceiling, holding each other's hand and listening to the waves rolling in outside.
"You looked stunning tonight," Arthur said.
"And you," Molly smiled, "so handsome in your suit. I'm glad your mum had her camera."
"Me too dear," he pulled her hand to his lips for a kiss.
"I thought you'd have been more excited for us to be married by a Muggle," she teased and rolled toward him, "but you barely mentioned it!"
"I was a bit preoccupied, see," he turned toward her as well, "with marrying the love of my life."
They shared a tender smile and kiss before Arthur sat up.
"Where's the loo?" he asked, "I'm also going back downstairs to get our things."
"I'll help," Molly said, "the loo is the second door on the right."
Several minutes later they were back in bed, holding each other. Arthur had used the Sticking Charm to attach their golden wedding cords to the wall above the headboard. He'd also set the bags near the dresser while Molly had hung their suit and gown in the closet. They'd both paid a stop to the kitchen and determined there wasn't much food in the cottage.
"One change of clothes and some tinned peas," Arthur grinned, "bit of an odd honeymoon. Guess we'll have to spend most of the weekend starkers."
"Sounds like a typical honeymoon to me," Molly smiled as she snuggled into his chest, "as long as the beach is empty tomorrow, I'm up for a cheeky skinny dip."
"Count me in," he laughed and stroked her hair, "I can't believe we're married…in a good way, of course!"
She laughed and turned to look up at him.
"I know what you mean," she said softly, "I think we both were scared something would go wrong."
Arthur nodded and touched her cheek.
"But it didn't," he said with emotion, "and now we're husband and wife."
Molly crawled up to kiss him again. Their exchange quickly became heated, and before she realised it she was on top of him. They both groaned as she lowered herself onto him, his hands on her hips, the sheer slip bunched around her waist. She bounced on him vigorously, each time nearly removing herself from his hardness before slamming down again. This was not the slow, romantic atmosphere they'd just had - there was something desperate and feral about the way they moved and moaned. Her nub was hitting just the right spot and Molly came undone quickly, yelling his name. Arthur was overcome by the feeling of her and exploded as he gripped her hip and breast with each hand.
She crashed her torso down onto his, both utterly spent. He smoothed the sweaty curls off Molly's face and kissed her forehead as they lay quietly.
"I love you," she whispered sleepily, "I'm so happy we're married."
"Me as well, love," he said as they settled under the thin quilt to sleep.
They faced the window after Arthur had extinguished the lamps. The moon shone on the water, casting a soft light through the window. Molly wrapped his arms around her and shimmied as close to him as she could get, then turned her face back to him.
"Can you sleep inside of me tonight?" she asked softly, "Or is it too late?"
"I wouldn't have it any other way tonight," he grinned as he slipped his softening member back inside, "Goodnight, my wife."
"Goodnight, my wonderful husband," she said as a feeling of peace washed over her.
The next morning, Molly was awakened by the sound of seagulls and the feeling of being pleasurably stretched from the inside. Arthur had gone hard, but when she angled her head, his eyes were still closed. She settled back down with a grin, knowing that he was as close to her as was physically possible. His arm was draped over her, his chest pressed into her back. His member was fully stiff inside her, and she knew Arthur was close to waking. After a moment she felt his breathing change and he let out a throaty groan.
"Good morning," she said softly, "my completely fit husband."
She pressed her bum into him and he delved further inside. Arthur groaned and brought his left hand up to her breasts, tweaking her nipples one at a time through the sheer slip. Molly panted and arched her back, pressing her globes into his touch.
"Good morning to you," he said huskily, "my seductress of a wife."
He moved his hand down to her hip, then rolled until Molly was on her stomach. She felt his right hand squeeze her arse through the fabric, then travel to her other hip. Arthur gripped her tightly and moaned as he plowed into her. His full weight was on her as he thrust, and she whimpered below him.
"Feel good?" he asked her, "You like me claiming you like this, don't you?"
Molly nodded and Arthur grinned, then nipped her ear.
"You like me taking you," he whispered, moving faster.
She nodded yes again.
"Now tell me," he growled, "tell me whose you are."
"I'm-I'm yours," she moaned loudly into her pillow, "take me, Arthur!"
She felt his hand smack her bottom and she gasped, arching her rear up for more. His hand made contact again then gripped her fleshy bum.
"You're always so fucking sexy," he growled at her, "even more when you're desperate to be filled."
Molly moaned with desire and purposely clenched her walls around him. She could feel him throbbing. Arthur brought his right hand to her front to tease her nub.
"I can't have enough of you," she looked over her shoulder at him, "fill me up."
Arthur was right on the edge but bit his lip to keep himself together for another moment.
"Say please," he commanded as he thrust, one hand rubbing her.
"Please Arthur!" Molly begged, "Please come inside me! I'm yours!"
Next moment, Arthur and Molly exploded together. She pulsed around his cock as he unloaded deep within her. They relaxed their bodies into the mattress, him still on top of her. He shifted a bit, then she felt his lips on her left shoulder.
"I'm yours as well, my darling," he whispered softly.
Molly smiled into the pillow. His wild side never lasted long, gentle and romantic was his default. She turned her head to look at him, but Arthur was already headed south, his lips moving down her back, over the slip. He was almost to her bum when she rolled to meet his eyes.
"Let's have a break, babes," she suggested, "clean up…eat something-"
"I know what I'll be eating later," he gave her a cheeky grin and got off the bed.
Molly laughed and got up as well, letting the sheer slip fall to the floor. He looked at her, fully nude, and she saw the colour rise in Arthur's face.
"D'you want to shower together?" Molly asked before she could stop herself as she grabbed her toiletries.
He didn't respond but grabbed her hand and practically dragged her to the bathroom. Once the taps were ready, they stepped in together. Molly got under the water first, and although she'd just orgasmed minutes before, felt ready again when the warmth hit her skin. She washed her hair and body as Arthur kept eye contact with her. When it was his turn, Molly traded places with him and watched intently as he cleaned his bright ginger hair. The soap still in hand, she worked up a lather and began rubbing Arthur's body for him. He closed his eyes at her touch, a blissful smile on his lips.
"You're so handsome," she whispered, her hands traveling downwards, "and so very sexy. I've got the fittest husband in the whole of England."
Molly's right hand gripped around his member and stroked it through the suds. Arthur moaned and opened his eyes to watch her work him. She pulled him out of the water spray and they turned, so that her back was under the shower head, his back leaned against the shower wall. Molly rinsed off the soap lather from his erection and testicles before she took him in her mouth.
"Mmmm baby that's brilliant," he murmured, his hands in her wet hair.
She looked up at him as she sucked, causing him to moan. Molly kept her eyes on his but stopped sucking, going back to wanking him.
"Come on me," she smiled up at him, "anywhere you'd like. Paint me."
Arthur made a low noise in his throat. He took his left hand from her hair, trailing it down her cheek. His thumb ran across her full bottom lip as she kept stroking him.
"You want to come on your wife's mouth?" Molly asked him, "Coat my lips with your load?"
"You-your whole face," he said as a blush extended down his neck and upper torso, "I'm going to mark you as mine."
She grinned up at him and nodded. A thought popped in her head that seemed to be from ages ago, when she, Marlene and Dorcas were talking about sex in the girls' dormitory. Molly had a question then about having a boy finish on a girl's face. If she was honest, Molly knew that the thought had always excited her.
"Open your mouth," Arthur commanded as he took over stroking with his right hand, "and keep those gorgeous eyes on me."
Molly did as instructed, sticking her tongue out and smiling as she locked eyes with Arthur. His eyes widened as he pumped himself faster. The warm water hit Molly's back and rear, she knew between her legs would be drenched at that moment. She grabbed one of her large breasts in each hand and held them up as she waited, willing and submissive, for Arthur's peak.
"You're fucking mine," he growled possessively, pumping faster, "I love you…Molly Weasley."
She was panting on the shower floor. Molly's tongue was still out and she nodded in agreement at the things Arthur was saying. She could feel her own juices flowing just from listening to him, they both seemed to be getting off on the knowledge that nothing and no one could separate them now. She looked at him with pleading eyes. With a bellow, Arthur drained himself onto Molly's face. She felt his hot seed in and around her mouth, her chin, on her cheeks and forehead. She could taste him on her tongue but didn't dare move until he was completely finished.
"Fucking look at you," his voice was a low grumble, "so sexy…so pretty with me all over you."
She gasped with desire at his words as he helped her up. They swapped places and Arthur cleaned his hands and bits.
"Do you want to rinse off?" he asked, his eyes filled with love but not yet cleared of fire.
"Not yet," she breathed and pushed him down by the shoulders, "I'll keep you on my face while you make me come."
Arthur made another rumbling noise and scooted up to her on his knees. He breathed in her intoxicating scent while his mouth watered.
"You're soaked," he murmured, looking up at her, "You're going to make a mess of your husband's face, just like I've done to you."
She grinned down at him and wiped some of him off her cheek to lick it off her thumb. The water rained on his back as he claimed her with his mouth. Arthur and Molly moaned when his tongue flicked her nub. He loved the taste of her, musky and slightly sweet. His hands spread her further open while his tongue lapped her up. Above him, she was writhing and whimpering, her face a mess.
Arthur knew he was covered in her as well and it spurred him on. He licked greedily, wanting all of her unique flavour in his mouth. He wanted her, loved her, so much, and was still in mild shock that they were actually married.
He lifted her right thigh up over his left shoulder to gain more access to his new wife. Molly's fingers gripped his head in desperation, but Arthur's ministrations were purposely avoiding her clit to stave off her release. Perhaps it was selfish, but he needed her for as long as he could have her.
She seems to be enjoying herself, he thought as his tongue plunged into her, Merlin she's delicious.
"Arthur," Molly panted, legs shaking, "please!"
He stopped thrusting his tongue and instead kissed up the outside of her slit. His eyes were on hers again, and he pulled his head back just a bit.
"You need it baby?" he asked softly, kneading her thighs.
"Yes!" she called out, one hand on his head, one fondling her own breast.
"Anything for you, my wife," he smiled and sucked her nub into his mouth.
She broke within seconds, screaming his name loudly. After she slumped down into the tub floor, Molly gathered up some water and cleaned both of them up, yet again. Arthur reached behind himself and switched off the taps. They sat in the tub together, completely drained, catching their breath.
"Wow," Molly said weakly, "Arthur...that was amazing."
"We're amazing together, Mollywobbles," he reached for her left hand.
"That we are," she squeezed his hand, "Are you hungry? I am."
"After all that delicious custard I just ate?" he grinned but stood from the tub.
Molly blushed as he helped her up and handed her a towel. They had each packed their dressing gowns in their rucksacks, so they tossed them on and went downstairs into the small kitchen. The clock on the wall advised it was early afternoon.
"I guess you could say we had a lie-in," Molly smirked as she opened the cupboard, "Shall we have tinned peas or tinned tomatoes, dear?"
"Not much here, eh?" Arthur asked as he put the kettle on, "There's tea, right?"
"Yes, and some sugar too," she confirmed, "Why don't we go for a walk on the beach while the water boils?"
"In our dressing gowns?" he raised his eyebrows, "Sounds fun."
They opened the door and stepped out onto the beach. Like all the other times Molly had visited there before, it was deserted except for them. The sun shone brightly and the salty breeze whipped around, blowing their dressing gowns and Molly's damp hair. They walked along happily a little ways, and Arthur put his arm around her waist.
"After lunch we could sunbathe," Molly suggested, "nude on the beach."
"That's a brilliant plan," he agreed with enthusiasm, "less clothes, more chances to see your gorgeous arse."
"What is it with you and my arse?" Molly blushed a bit as they walked.
"You're joking," he slid his hand to cup her rear, "it's so…big, Mols!"
"Arthur!" she exclaimed in embarrassment and looked over her shoulder, trying to see just how large it looked.
"In the best way, darling," he said and put his hand back on her waist, "I know you've lost a bit of weight these past two terms, but I -er -prefer you a bit…softer."
He blushed when she looked at him and squeezed her waist.
"Don't misunderstand, Molly, I think you're beautiful no matter what size," he said sincerely, "but…sometimes I miss your soft tummy…like how it was on my seventeenth birthday…or how you looked at the end of sixth year, even last summer."
"You're the only person that's ever said anything in real appreciation about how I used to look," she said quietly, "Our friends were never rude about it of course, but my parents, Rosier, they all seemed so pleased when they saw my smaller figure. It really aggravated me, too, because I lost all that weight due to stress, not because I'd tried to."
"Maybe I shouldn't have said anything," he said sheepishly, "As I said, I think you're wonderful regardless of what you look like. Besides, you are so much more than your appearance."
Molly stopped walking and kissed him softly as the surf lapped at their feet.
"That's why I love you," she smiled tenderly, "That's why I married you, Arthur Weasley- you understand me. You let me be myself, and you don't expect me to be a porcelain doll on a shelf- pretty to look at, but without a voice."
"You'll always have your own voice in our family, Molly," he said, "We're partners, you and I…best friends. I can't very well claim to love you if I don't treat you with respect."
"You're so wonderful," she said as they walked back to the cottage, "Truly you are. I'm in awe of you sometimes, you know. I love you so completely, sweetheart."
She brushed away a tear and Arthur looked at her gently, his arm holding her tightly against him as they walk.
"I love you too, Molly," he said, "We'll love each other until the day we die, and no one can separate us now."
After a simple lunch of tea and mushy peas, Arthur and Molly found themselves back outside Shell Cottage. They each lay fully nude on towels from the house, enjoying the sun and dozing intermittently. As the afternoon wore on, they both woke up and the temptation of their spouse's naked bodies became more difficult to resist.
"I'm so glad your back isn't hurting you," Molly said.
She inched closer to him on his adjacent towel.
"I bet," Arthur winked at her.
"Oh go on!" she nudged him, though her eyes lingered a bit too long below his waist, "I mean it. I was so scared for you a few weeks ago."
"I know love," he said, "but it's over, and I'm feeling fine now. I just have those hideous scars."
"All those scars show," she said softly, "is that my husband is brave. That you suffered so I wouldn't."
He moved to her and kissed her with tenderness. Things quickly began to heat up, hands roamed. After a moment, Molly pulled back.
"Sweetheart, I know we've been enjoying making love," she said, "but I think we need to be more cautious. I'm…I'm not ready to go through a pregnancy again."
"Of course, my darling," he smiled and kissed her, "I thought the holidays-only plan was good. Our wedding night was a holiday in itself, but we'll use the spell from here on out."
Molly sighed in relief. Arthur looked at her, confused.
"Were you nervous to bring that up?" he asked.
"I don't think I recognised until now that I was," she stared blankly ahead, piecing things together, "my parents…Rosier…they-they did a number on me…I'm just now realising that we don't have to produce an heir quickly."
She shook her head and sat up.
"I mean, I knew that we didn't…I know you're not like that," she sighed, "I'm not making any sense."
"Molly," he said and sat up as well, "you can talk to me about anything."
He moved behind her and cradled her in his legs, arms crossed under her breasts so his touch wouldn't get misinterpreted as sexual.
"I know, Arthur dear," she said and held his hands, "and you know that I do want a family with you, i hope?"
"Of course, love," Arthur kissed her shoulder, "when the time is right, and when we're both ready, we'll have our own."
Molly smiled and turned her head to look at him.
"It's really messed up," she said, "that high wizarding society views women as ornaments and childbearers only. I was raised believing that I needed to have a baby as soon as possible after marriage."
"Well, as a proper blood traitor," he grinned, "we have more freedom to do mad things like…enjoy being newlyweds…or have a woman work outside the home if she wants."
He rubbed her back a bit before she turned her head again.
"Arthur, do you ever think about our baby?" Molly asked quietly, "The one we lost?"
"Yes," he confirmed softly, "pretty often, actually…it was hard on us both."
His arms went back around her and he put his chest against her back, curling his body over hers protectively.
"Do you think it was a boy or a girl?" she asked, her eyes welling.
"I'm not really certain, love," he said, "what do you think?"
"I think it was a girl," she whispered, "I was going to call her Daisy."
"That's a beautiful name," Arthur said as tears fell and he held her tightly, "Daisy Weasley."
"I wish we could have had her," Molly cried, "we were so excited."
"Yes we were," he sniffed and kissed Molly's cheek, "we loved that little weasel so much…still do."
"I'm glad she was our secret," she said, "You're the only person that I want to talk with about it."
"I understand ," he whispered, "it was so personal-"
"Created by our love," Molly said and turned her upper body to look directly at Arthur, "let's talk about maybe making another one a year or so from now."
"Deal," he agreed as he stroked her cheek, "Molly?"
"Yeah?"
"Well, as you said, we weren't really careful last night…or this morning when we woke up," he said and dried both of their faces, "What if you already are again?"
"If I am, then I am," she smiled softly at him.
"You wouldn't be upset?" Arthur looked at her in concern, "You just said you weren't ready for that again."
"I'd be scared out of my mind that something would go wrong," Molly confessed, "but overall I'd be happy, sweetheart. If we get a surprise, that's one thing, but I don't think now is the right time for us to make a baby."
Arthur's member twitched and began to stiffen against Molly's bum. He turned scarlet as his eyes widened.
"I'm sorry," he said quickly, thoroughly embarrassed, "ignore that…it was the way you said it at the end- I-"
He averted his eyes as his intense blush spread down his torso. Molly touched his cheek.
"Please don't be embarrassed, dear," she said.
Arthur didn't respond, but instead stared at the sand. Molly reached under her towel for her wand and cast the contraceptive spell on herself, then offered her wand to him.
"Even if it's not real, we can have a bit of fun with it," she grinned at him.
"What?" he asked, still very red.
"Cast the spell," she instructed, "and then fuck me like you're going to get me pregnant."
His erection grew and he turned a deeper shade of red.
"Y-you don't have to do this," he whispered.
"I know that, sweetheart," she turned his face to hers and looked into his eyes that were already stormy with desire, "I want to…there's nothing wrong with it, or you … it's just fantasy right now…maybe I think it's sexy as well…if you want to."
Arthur cast the spell over himself and kissed Molly with abandon. He moved so that he was facing her and began to lay her down on the towel.
"Not -in the -bed?" Molly asked in between rough kisses.
"No," he muttered, "right here."
Molly made a happy noise and pulled him down onto her. High tide was coming in and the waves lapped at their feet. She bit her lip as she felt the water, and Arthur grinned, knowing that both of their fantasies were about to be indulged. He kissed along her collarbone and in the hollow of her neck as her legs spread. He entered her as he kissed up to her ear.
"Merlin's beard you're tight," he whispered, "I know you're wet, too, but I can't feel it."
"Yes, Arthur," she purred, "I'm wet for you…take me…get me pregnant."
He groaned and thrust himself fully in, then pulled all the way out, and back again roughly. Molly let out a keening cry beneath him. Her fingers laced around his neck.
"That's what you want, isn't it?" she asked him, "To fuck me so deep and so hard that it all stays inside me?"
"Yes," he growled as he drove into her, "I'm going to mark you."
Arthur hooked his elbows under her knees and pushed them up. Molly moaned loudly as he went deeper, faster inside her.
"Everyone would see in a few months," he continued, his voice thick with lust, "they'll all know you're mine forever."
Molly understood perfectly in that moment. It was another mark of his jealousy and possessiveness, the thought of him getting her pregnant. She smiled as he placed moderately gentle bites on her neck.
"That's right," she whispered in his ear, "put a baby in me…show everyone whose I am…tell me who, Arthur ."
"Mine," he growled again against her neck, slamming into her, "you know you're fucking mine-oh Molly!"
He released with his final exclamation, though she couldn't really feel it. Molly held him through his climax, the waves having reached halfway up their bodies. The towels were soaked and they lay half in the water. After a few seconds, Arthur raised up a bit and looked at her sheepishly.
"Thank you…I hope that didn't make you uncomfortable."
He was clearly still embarrassed about his desires. Molly held his cheek and grinned at him.
"Of course not," she assured him, "it was a bit hot, actually."
"Yeah?" Arthur looked at her hopefully, feeling like maybe he wasn't such a freak.
"Mmm hmm," she nodded emphatically, the waves flowing around her lower half, "all that talk of you marking me…you saying so roughly that I'm yours…"
Molly saw Arthur's face turn to a grin when she brought his hand to her nub under the water.
"I've marked your neck," he whispered to her as he rubbed her, "love bites."
"Good," she sighed, "they can stay there."
"That's right," he said firmly and rubbed her faster, their bodies still joined together, "because you're mine, Molly."
She fluttered her eyes shut and gave a moan.
"We both know you like to be filled," he rumbled in her ear as the water went higher, "now we know why-you need to be reminded whose you are."
"Yours," she panted on the edge, "I'm only yours."
"That's right, love," Arthur said roughly, both rubbing and thrusting again, "and I think you need a growing belly as a reminder."
She gasped and locked eyes with him. The water was around their stomachs and they'd both grabbed their wands to keep them from getting swept out to sea.
"Do you want to have my baby?" Arthur asked as he stared at her, both their faces very red.
They were both holding their wands , and neither thinking clearly. Molly turned her wand on herself.
"Finite incantatem," she whispered.
At once, they could feel each other fully. They groaned and Arthur bugged his eyes.
"Do it," Molly panted, "get me pregnant."
"Molly-are-" Arthur began, though he didn't stop thrusting.
"I want you to come inside me!" she called out, "I want your load-I want it all!"
They barely lasted any time once the spell had been stopped. She broke first, and Arthur erupted deep within her a moment later. As both of their heads cleared, the waves reached their necks and they sat up.
"That was…surprising," Molly smiled, abashed, "Did I go too far?"
"I didn't mind if we did," Arthur grinned and held her hand, "Did you pack your potion with you?"
"No," she said, "I didn't even think about it. I wasn't expecting to beg you for a baby, if I'm honest."
They looked at each other, and grinned. The grins turned to laughter as the tide continued to roll in. Arthur stood and pulled Molly up as well, then gathered the sopping towels.
"Well, that's one fantasy that we can't indulge any further," he said as he held the cottage door open for her, "but sweet Merlin was that amazing."
"I'm sorry I can't be trusted," Molly said as she gave Arthur a peck on the lips, "you're simply too good."
He made a throaty little noise and blushed, looking rather proud of himself. He set the wet towels in the kitchen sink and turned to Molly.
"I love you, you know," he said, "thank you for helping me not feel like some pervert in bed."
"I love you too, dear," she put her hands in his, "and you're not a pervert. You just really need to know that I'm yours."
He raised his eyebrows at her, and removed one of his hands from hers to delicately touch a love bite on her neck. Arthur frowned a bit when he saw it starting to bruise.
"I've hurt you," he whispered, "they're all on your neck."
"It didn't hurt at the time," Molly covered his fingers with hers and looked into his eyes, "I don't regret what we did. Neither should you. I liked it, Arthur, do you understand me?"
He nodded but looked puzzled.
"But we're still both not ready for a baby, right?" he asked, "We've only just got married, and everything we talked about before-"
"You're right, darling," she said, "we're going to keep using the spell except on special occasions. What happened out there doesn't change anything…but it certainly was a good time."
The rest of their afternoon was spent in each other's arms. Molly turned the tinned tomatoes into soup for dinner and they watched the sunset together on the beach. After dark, Arthur and Molly enjoyed a nude swim in the moonlight and made love in the water, though they were careful to not have him finish within her. It was past midnight when they fell asleep in bed, wrapped in each other's arms.
Arthur woke the next morning alone in the bed. His first, irrational thought was that someone, Rosier perhaps, had come and taken Molly, and he sat bolt upright.
"Molly?" he called loudly, his voice laced with worry.
"I'm in the bathroom," she called back.
He exhaled in relief and realised how silly he'd been. Swinging his legs over the side of the bed, Arthur stood and walked toward the bathroom. When he opened the door, Molly was nude and brushing her teeth. A familiar captivating scent met his nose.
"Mrs Weasley," he grinned, "are you wearing your special perfume?"
"Perhaps," she finished brushing and held her wrist to his nose, "I've set out your cologne for after your shower. See you in the bedroom."
Molly sauntered past him with a smile. Arthur was already standing at attention and started the shower. He cleaned himself quickly, then brushed his teeth and sprayed himself with the gingerbread cologne that Molly liked so well.
"Arthur," she called, "come back to bed!"
As he left the bathroom, he took a moment to appreciate just how truly lucky he was. At the bedroom doorway, he was struck still. Molly was laying on her stomach with her rear toward the door. Her legs were spread slightly, just offering a peek between her thighs, and she looked back at him with a cheeky grin.
"See anything you like, Mr Weasley?" she asked.
"I should say so," he said.
Arthur got on the bed and hovered over her. He inhaled deeply and closed his eyes.
"You smell fantastic," he murmured to her.
"Mmm so do you," Molly said softly.
He put his lips on her neck, but didn't spend much time there due to the bruised love bites from the previous day. His mouth moved to her shoulders while he rested his weight on his wrists. Arthur moved slowly down her body, his lips traveling down her spine and across her lower back to both hips. Molly made pleased noises as he kissed her body, and moaned when he kissed down the side of her rear to her thigh.
"On your knees," he said and guided her rear upwards.
He positioned himself behind her and took on the sight of her. Her large arse was level with his eyes. Her slick lips glistened between her thick thighs, aching to be touched. Arthur pumped himself, already dribbling. The primal bit of him wanted to shove himself deeply into her and unload quickly. However, he remained on his knees and lowered his face to her. Mixed with her musk, he could smell apples.
"You put your perfume down here as well," he breathed her in, "my wife is a naughty bird."
Molly laughed softly and wiggled her rear a bit at him.
"Arthur," she whined, "I need you."
"What do you need, love?" he asked teasingly, his left hand running up her thigh and bum, "My mouth?" he kissed just where her thighs met her core, and she moaned loudly, "My fingers?" Arthur barely touched her nub and she cried out again, "Or my cock?"
He got to a higher position and grazed his erection across her opening. Molly thrust her hips backwards but he'd already pulled away.
"Anything!" she called with yearning, "Everything! I need you Arthur - I need my husband."
He grinned and repositioned himself so his face was close to her. His tongue flicked across her jiggly pink skin and Molly sighed. Another flick and Molly bucked her hips back toward his mouth.
"So eager," he teased and she let out a frustrated noise.
"Arthur Weasley!" she called from the pillow, "If you don't start fucking me, I'm going to-"
"What love?" he asked, his lips just barely making contact with her skin as he talked.
Molly got up on her hands and knees, then pushed Arthur down roughly onto his back. She grabbed her wand and performed the spell hurriedly over them both, then tossed it to the side and mounted him.
"Then I'm going to have to fuck you myself!" she said with a wicked smile.
She lowered herself onto his hardness with a groan and began rolling her hips. Arthur groaned as well and bucked his hips into her. Molly lowered her torso against his and kissed his collarbone.
"Oh my Godric you smell incredible," she whispered.
"What's gotten in to you this morning?" Arthur asked as they moved together.
"You," she winked at him and delivered a blazing kiss.
Their tongues crashed into one another as she bounced on him. She was close enough that he could smell her perfume, and after a moment each had their faces buried in the other's neck, captivated by the scent. His fingers teased and pinched her nipples, and judging by the amount of noise she was making, Molly had just orgasmed.
"It's a damn shame I can't feel you come with the spell," Arthur lamented and flipped them so she was on her back.
"I know," she whispered to him, "it's so much better when we risk it."
He moaned loudly, knowing exactly what she was doing.
"More," he pleaded, still smelling her neck.
"Yes, more," she said as he thrust into her, "more of you bursting so deep inside me…more chances to mark me, Arthur."
She was playing into his fantasy and he was right on the edge. His movements were fast, his breath ragged. She hooked both of her hands under her knees and pulled her legs up.
"Come in me," she told him, "you might have already gotten me pregnant."
He erupted into her tightness, calling her name. His face was still in her neck, and he relaxed on top of her.
"You are incredible," he breathed, kissing her gently, "I love you, Molly."
"I love you, Arthur," she stroked his hair lightly, "I can't believe we have to go back to Hogwarts today."
"We're almost done there," he said, "three weeks and we leave forever."
He pulled out of her and watched as his semen followed him out. Arthur rolled onto his back and stretched it before he cleaned them both up with his wand.
"I can't wait," Molly said, "but I'll miss our friends."
"Me too, Mollywobbles," he said as he dug around in his rucksack.
"What are you looking for?" she asked as she Vanished the wet spot on the bed.
"My pants," Arthur laughed, "we haven't got dressed since Friday afternoon."
They looked at each other and burst out in more laughter. Arthur found his pants and slid into them, then put on his glasses.
"We really did spend our entire honeymoon starkers, didn't we?" Molly's cheeks went pink.
"Yes and it was perfect," he pulled her by the hips into a hug, "but I think we need clothes to return to school."
"Probably a good idea," she smirked.
She went to pull away and retrieve her own clothes, but Arthur held her tightly. He was looking down at her with tenderness, and his hand grazed over her stomach below her navel.
"I know we're not ready," he said quietly, "but if you are I'd be happy."
"I would as well," she smiled, "I'll do the potion when we get back…but you will have to let me get dressed."
A few minutes later, Arthur and Molly were dressed and packed, their school robes back on. Arthur was in his suit slacks and shirt, though the jacket was in his rucksack. Molly wore a change of clothes under her robes, and had shrunk her dress to pack it and placed their golden cords in with it.
"When we get back," Arthur said, "I want you to move into the boys' dorm with me. You're my wife, and I'm not sleeping without you ever again."
"Okay babes," she said, "I'll miss the girls though."
"They'll probably be in Joey's bed half the time anyway," he gave his lopsided grin. Molly laughed and extended her hand to him.
"Hogsmeade?"
"Actually no," Arthur said.
Molly lowered her hand, but Arthur smiled.
"I've used that tunnel we went through to sneak out with Amos before," he explained, "I'm confident I can get us back there, and we can just sneak back in through the tunnel."
"Are you sure?" she asked in apprehension, "We've had so many problems this year I don't want to push it."
"I'm certain," he grinned, "Trust me."
"I always have," Molly smiled and gripped his hand tightly.