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The Broomshed

"Bill, I really don't think they're old enough yet for anything but toy brooms. They're too high." She protested as he drug her towards the broomshed.

"They'll be fine, love. The little ones will ride double and be harnessed on." He seemed preoccupied and a sneaking suspicion started in her stomach at just where his eyes were lingering, a suspicion confirmed as his hand drifted over her bum.

"Bad Bill! No, you are not dragging me off and leaving everyone else to watch our children." She tried to scold him in vain.

"That's what family is for." He argued squeezing, "Not my fault you wore my favorite dress and there's the broom servicing counter in the shed."

"Bill." She dug her heels in, trying to stop their progress.

"What? It's private and it's been ages." He was still urging her forward.

"I was out of town for a week, Bill." She whacked at his chest as he squeezed her bum, leaning over to kiss her forehead.

"Like I said, ages. The bed is empty when you're gone." His blue eyes were pleading and she softened slightly, she too had missed falling asleep next to his heater like warmth.

"I should be spending all of my time with the little ones." She hardened and tried to turn back, he caught her by the waist and she could feel him, all riled up and ready to go.

"It's my half birthday and I've always wanted to do it in there." He murmured, lips grazing her ear as he shuffled her, half dancing towards his goal.

"That's not a thing." There was no conviction in her voice as he nuzzled her, she always melted once he got his arms around her.

"Mmmm, says Miss 'I want to go to Italy for my half birthday'." His tone was teasing. "You just wanted to lick gelato off of me."

"Well that was different." She huffed half heartedly at him, it wasn't her fault he couldn't eat his gelato fast enough not to drop it on himself.

"Yes, this time we are not abandoning our tour to have extremely hot times in archaeological ruins. This is just free hot times." He winked at her and she flushed, that had been completely his fault. Well and the wine's.

He was already starting to grope, not caring that they could be seen from the house, "Mmm, you're keeping the heels on again. The pearls of course, those drive me nuts."

"Bill, you don't get to-" She started to protest at him, knowing once Bill got these images in his head she was doomed, that they'd probably been flitting around his brain since she got dressed and he'd just been planning his attack.

"So hot to see you all classy in a dirty broomshed." Damn Bill, damn the fact his arousal was sparking hers, his sheer want pouring into her from his eyes. She couldn't deny him when he was like this, she didn't want to.

He pulled the door open and pulled her in, pushing her against it and kissing her passionately. She wound her hands into his hair, clutching at him as he lifted her, legs automatically going around his waist as he ground his erection into her core, hands already pushing her dress up. She scraped his tongue with her teeth and he let out a satisfied noise from the back of his throat, shoving his hips harder into hers, twisting them slightly to grind against her and she shoved back with equal pressure. "So wet."

"Here I was thinking the only entertainment at brunch was the puppet show." Bill didn't drop her as she shoved her face into his chest in mortification at Charlie's amused baritone.

Bill didn't let go of her, simply more firmly gripping her bum, his amusement trembling through his chest. "Sorry Charlie. You've got bad timing."

"You barged in here. Remember sister, Bill's not a broom." Charlie responded and she could hear the damn wink in his voice, the sounds of Charlie and two sets little footsteps went out.

He set her down on the counter and she only pulled her face out of his chest once the door had opened and shut. The little voice, "Why did you say Uncle Bill's not a broom?"

"Because your Auntie forgets, she doesn't like to fly, but she loves to ride." Charlie's overly loud voice came back and she flushed in mortification.

Bill was completely amused, "Why is it always Charlie?"

"You have to get him to stop saying things like that." She hissed at him and he shook his head.

"Don't blush, love. Would you rather it have been Mum again? Maybe if you're nice to me I'll talk to him." He murmured moving between her legs to attack her neck, hands groping and moving towards her the zipper at the back of her dress.

"I'm wearing the French slip under, be careful." She gasped out over the sensation of his mouth burning her.

His urgency slowed at the zipper, his desire hot against her collarbone as kissed, "Are you trying to kill me, love?"

She knew he loved it on her, Bill was terrible about ripping off lingerie, but never this one. Never this first piece he bought for her and promptly lost his mind at seeing her in every time. She pulled his face up, looking into his eyes filled with lust, "No matching panties today." She bit her lip and his eyes darkened, "No panties at all."

One of his hands automatically went to check, giving her a very approving sound as he started thrusting his finger into her and his tongue into her mouth. She too made a satisfied sound at the familiar feeling of his calloused thumb rubbing her little bundle of nerves, scraping it ever so slightly from time to time with his nail. She tried to focus on unbuttoning his shirt and swallowing the little mews her body was trying to make as her hips thrust against devilish fingers, hooking in promise of what he was going to do to her. She pulled away from his lips to look at her prize, the hard broad planes of his chest, tanned from a summer on the beach. She stroked his abs, loving how the lower ones jumped at her touch and got her face under the edge of the collar to start nibbling, using the edge of his neck to stifle her increasing loudness. She started issuing demands. "Bill, I want you."

"Ladies first, love." His voice was husky as he pushed a second finger in and increased his rhythm. She barely noticed him pulling her dress up from behind too busy clutching at him until he was pulling her away from him to pull it over her head. He paused with her face covered and caught her arm from fixing it, his fingers slowing and twirling in her, "Just focus on feeling."

"Can't breathe." She tried to beg him from her dark place, unable to not listen to him, to not feel every nerve ending on her body. His torturous fingers, the cool air assaulting her recently exposed skin, his inhale of breath as he looked at her, his warm hand releasing her arm to trail hotly against the silk of her slip. The rough difference of his heat and callouses softened by the water like fabric as he grazed it, fingers trailing the edge of the bustier that pushed her up and shaped her chest into something rather impressive.

She bucked her hips at him the fire inside her raging tightly, usually he lost control once he got to her cleavage in this and she was barely contained by the poor slip right now. He seemed to agree, sliding a strap off and popping a nipple out to pinch and twist. She moaned and he released it, arm going back around her back as he upped his fingers once again, his silky hair grazing the nipple as he shoved his face between her breasts, smothering them with hot kisses. It was the final straw and she went flying off, clenching at his fingers, chest heaving into him. She trembled as he pulled his fingers out and the dress the rest of the way off, "Not nice, keeping me stuck."

He kissed her, "Not nice, but incredibly hot."

She shoved at him, sliding off and grabbing his hips and spinning him hard enough that his but slammed onto the edge of the counter. "Your turn."

"But I want-"

"Happy half birthday." She ripped at his belt buckle and yanked his pants down, giving him a hard squeeze before his briefs followed suit. She shoved his hips back into the counter, his weight going slightly onto it and very deliberately looked up into his eyes making sure he saw her. Saw the lingerie he loved, the pearls, the heels and went to her knees in a dirty broomshed. He groaned before she even had him in her mouth, she held one of his hips firmly against the counter as she teased him, licking, scraping, swirling, suckling. He couldn't seem to stop groaning as his hand wound into her hair, trying to urge her to take him in farther than the tip. Glancing up showed him either staring at her intently almost looking as if he was in pain from how intense the sensations were or his head thrown up heavenward. She used her clever tongue to reduce him to begging her for more. "Please, just suck it." "Love, love, I need you."

Seeing him like that turned her on so much she gave him one long vacuum suck and pulled back, standing, needing to feel him. She was barely halfway up before Bill had her hands braced on the counter and was lifting her slightly to enter her from behind in a deep thrust. "Such a dirty little tease."

She moaned at the feel of him, she'd missed this so much and began thrusting her hips backwards, "Not the moon, Bill."

"You're in heels." Was his excuse and she squeezed her eyes shut as he found the spot, slamming into her. She heard his hand scrabbling for something, his voice right by her ear, hard to hear over the noise she was making, "I'm using the wand, love."

Before she could even think to protest her little nub was vibrating madly and everything around her was starting to fracture into so much sensation she couldn't handle it, "Hate you."

It built until she had to go to her forearms she was so tense, near sobbing with relief as the bomb inside of her went off again and again. Her legs started to give out and he pulled out, lifting her to the counter and throwing her legs around his waist to continue his delicious assault. It was hard, fast and unrelenting in it's pleasure. She clung to him, hands bunched in his shirt as she continued her hitching moans with every thrust, reveling in how his desire was starting to spiral out of control along the bond that lay between them. She pulled his mouth to hers, digging her nails into his scalp until he let out his choked cry of release and pumped a few more times. She was too incoherent to hear whatever he was mumbling, just trying to still her breathing against his sweaty chest, heartbeat racing, trying to unknot her fingers from his shirt. As he smoothed and plaited her hair she felt a familiar sensation, the little glow of warmth settling in her insides. She'd wait to be sure before she told Bill that he'd once again proven another method of birth control was no match for him, he was going to be insufferable about it. "Bill, we've got to stop doing this. We can't keep running off at brunch."

He pecked her head, "Sure we can, please don't try and tell me we can't do it during the day when we have childcare."

"We're going to stop. Maybe if we take a break we won't want it as much." She fussed at him, smoothing her hair as they left the broom shed.

His ocean eyes told her he thought her statement was completely insane. "Love, I'm always going to want you. That's how it should be. If you really want a break we can do that." He swallowed, looking deeply unhappy at the thought for a second before his resolve hardened. "I can do that for you."

She didn't really want that, wasn't sure it was possible how close they were bound. "You wouldn't make it past the night before the full anyway."

"If that's a dare, I'm up for it." He unlocked the broomshed and as they headed across the field towards the sound of an excited mess of family, "If I do then you can pick whatever car you want and I won't say a word."

She thought about it, "And you'll do all of the laundry for a month."

"Fine, but if I win…." He paused thinking, usually these games involved her spending a copious amount of days in a row on her knees. He grinned, "Then you have to let me teach them to really fly when I say they're ready."

As they got back to the group there was a gaggle of children, and their little gnomes immediately scolded their father, "Daddy, you forgot the brooms!"

She tried not to blush and saw Charlie wink at her and Ginny give her a very knowing look, Bill grabbed her hand, "We forgot them. Be right back."