Author's Note: This is a really short chapter because... well... if I'd kept going, it was going to end up being on the other side of NC-17, and I'm trying to keep it basically family-friendly.
Part Three
"Are you okay, sweetheart?" Bill asked, grabbing Fleur's arm as she stumbled into the door, hand over her mouth.
Fleur jerked away from him and leaned against the wall, closing her eyes, breathing deeply through her nose. Bill watched her carefully, ready to grab her again if she needed it. After a moment, Fleur stood straight and removed her hand. "I theenk I am okay now."
Bill's face relaxed into a smile. He unlocked the door to their flat, and set their bag of received presents on the floor. Fleur stumbled slightly on her way in, and headed straight to the couch. She lay down, and closed her eyes.
"Do you want me to just carry you to the bed, love?" Bill asked gently, smoothing her hair back from her forehead.
"Non, I am not ready to sleep yet, I just want to lie down." Fleur sat up slightly, and patted the seat cushion. When Bill sat down, she scooted back and leaned into him. He wrapped his arms around her, and stroked her hair.
They sat like that for quite awhile, Fleur watching the Christmas fairies change colours, Bill watching Fleur. He kissed her ear softly. Fleur made a sound deep in her throat, and snuggled further into him. Bill began kissing her jawline and her neck, and then pulled her hair away from the other side of her head, and Fleur moved her head to give him easier access. He nipped her earlobe and Fleur gave a small sigh. She turned around and sat on Bill's lap and their lips met, gently and insistently. Fleur leaned forward and kissed his neck while he kissed her shoulder. She sighed and leaned her head against the side of his while he dragged his lips lightly across her collarbone.
"I love you," Fleur said quietly, running her fingers through his suddenly loose hair.
"I love you, too."
"I'm sorry zat I threw up earlier."
Bill pushed her back slightly. "That wasn't your fault," he replied, looking her in the eyes, smiling in what he hoped was a reassuring manner.
Apparently it was, because Fleur shifted to where she was straddling him and started playing with his hair. Bill closed his eyes, focusing on the feel of her fingers on his scalp.
"Do you theenk zat my family will be as 'appy as yours tomorrow night?" Fleur asked, still combing her fingers through his hair.
Bill made a sound halfway between a grunt and a groan. Fleur giggled. "What ees that supposed to mean?"
"It's supposed to mean that you need to stop making serious conversation when I'm about to carry you off to bed and ravish you until dawn," Bill replied. He put his hands on her lower back and started rubbing gently. Fleur closed her eyes, still smiling. "You think I'm joking?"
Fleur giggled again, shaking her head. Bill brought his hands forward, very lightly rubbing her stomach, where his babies were growing. "You're amazing," he said.
"Am I?"
"Yeah. You're carrying my twins. We created twins."
"Well, I theenk you may take some credit for being amazing," Fleur replied, eyes still closed.
Bill slipped his hand under her top and spread his fingers over her bare stomach. Fleur shivered at the sudden warmth. Then they kissed again, deeper.
"Hang on," Bill muttered. She obeyed, and he stood up, Fleur clinging to him. She laughed a little, and he grinned as he carried her into their bedroom and... well... ravished her until dawn.
Please review! I want to know what you think, good or bad.
Also, I do want everyone to keep in mind that this is a Bill/Fleur story; I'm not writing other pairings in this, aside from casual mentions. And someone mentioned not getting how Molly was already with Fleur in the previous chapter; the way The Burrow is set up (at least in the movie) is the stairs are between the dining area and the living room, and when Bill went into the living room to drop the presents, Molly had already started up the stairs. So then by the time Bill finished resizing and dropping the presents under the tree, Molly was already with Fleur.
