"Teddy, stop, now!"

"Victorie, mama said no!"

The children kept running and then the crash. Bill ignored his wife while he went to investigate what broke in the Sunday evening rampage known as running children in their house.

Fleur agreed to keep little Teddy tonight so the adults could have an evening to themselves. Bill was home for a few weeks after his last trip abroad. She'd missed him while he was away in Vietnam, trying to open a particularly deadly vault. It took a week of hard work, three native fatalities, and one injured goblin before he could break the wards.

It wasn't worth the vault of illegible parchment inside, at least in Bill's opinion. But then he didn't make the decisions – he just broke the curses.

Once home, he snuggled Victorie in bed in the evenings, reading to her in English and French, and then snuggling Mama and more.

"Teddy, put down the biscuit jar."

And yet he walked into the chaos known as Teddy and Victorie running around like hippogriffs, and Fleur trying to keep up and failing miserably. She was tending Dominique which was taking most of her energy. So he was left chasing the Heathen and the Hag around the house trying to get them settled down for bedtime. Tonight, of all nights, he'd rather try to break cursed wards than get two rambunctious children settled down for the evening.

"Bugger I have to do this," he thought as he pulled his wand. One incantation and the kids were frozen in place. He walked over and picked up the two into his arms and carried them up to their room. Between the two of them they were heavy as can be. He trudged up the stairs, relishing the quiet for just a moment until he could safely put them down with the door closed.

Once put down on the ground he locked the door and then released them from their charm. "Now, settle down."

Teddy looked at his trainers and his hair turned a vibrant shade of purple. "Yes, I know you're upset Teddy, but you have to learn to listen and obey at times."

"But she was chasing me."

Bill looked at his daughter and she was scowling at him. "That goes for both of you. Mama is trying to take care of Dominique and you're not helping in the least."

"C'est Nouvel An, Papa."

"And that's no excuse tonight, Victorie. And you know the rules: No French in front of Teddy, not until he learns it." Bill snarled. "Now apologize so you two can get ready for bed."

"Sorry, Teddy."

Bill knew she wasn't sorry. The look on her face told him that. "Now, Teddy, go brush your teeth and your hair. Victorie, go change for bed. I'll be back in a couple to tuck you in and read to the both of you."

"Oui, Papa."

"Yes, Uncle Bill."

Bill watched the children scamper towards their required tasks. And then he saw his wife and second daughter on her chest. "How is she doing?"

"Asleep, finally. I took Molly's advice and it worked quite well."

Bill smirked. "Mum would know."

Fleur shifted the sleeping child in her arms and kissed her husband on the cheek. "Let me go lay her down and once the kids are asleep, we can celebrate."

Bill put his hand on her cheek. She nudged his hand while appreciating his calloused fingertips. "Oui, ma chere."

Bill stepped into their bedroom an hour later. Fleur was in the bed reading Pierre Choderlos de Laclos. Bill smirked while he stripped out of his denims and jumper. He noted in appreciation that her winter chemise was on, and she seemed to be comfortable tonight. "Did Dominique eat earlier?"

"She finally did. I charmed a dummy after she ate and she settled right to sleep. We might get a few hours before she wakes up hungry and upset."

He looked closer and saw the title along the spine of the book. "Seductive reading tonight, my love?" He removed his vest but kept his pants on.

"I'm just contemplating about the girls' future, mon amour."

Bill walked over and picked up the book from her hands. "By reading Les Liaisons dangereuses?"

Fleur took the book back from his hands. "They are part veela, and all witch. Some may question their heritage but regardless, they will be beautiful, and that can be used for detriment, or for good. I'm reading now to think about how we can raise them as good people."

Bill lifted the covers on the bed and snuggled into his wife. "And you? What have you done with your beautiful looks?"

"It worked for me, didn't it? I got you with my looks." She kissed him softly. "I have two beautiful daughters because of my good looks. I think it was well worth it." She kissed him again, putting some heat into it as a temptation for more. "But you are more handsome as the days go by."

Bill plucked the book from her hands and laid it on the table next to the bed. "Yes, and I'm glad you used your charms on me," he growled before kissing her. She reciprocated, using her hands to pull him flush to her body. "Baise Moi," she whispered in his ear before nipping it between her teeth.

"Tease," he softly spoke across her cheek. "Such dirty words from such a delicate mouth. But then you don't have to charm me with any special magic, do you?"

"Far from it." Fleur rolled them over with Bill lying on his back. "I don't need charms tonight, do I?"

"Not at all, ma chere. You don't have to seduce me with your charms. You are magnificent without resorting to betwitching me." Bill pulled the bow on his wife's chemise and watched it open up for him.

Deft yet delicate hands worked Bill out of his pants. "In the mood, are we?" He smirked up at his wife before offering her his best leer.

Fleur pulled the white cotton nightgown over her curved frame. "I'm always in the mood. I thought you knew that," she said when she settled her hips onto his. "Merde. Qui fait du bien."

Bill shifted his legs and pulled his wife forward. She moaned at the change in angle and caught her in a fire fueled kiss. She continued to ride him, slowly at first before pushing him harder. He helped her along, worrying her nipples with his hands and teeth, and using his hands on every sensitive spot on her body.

The first moan tore from her throat. 'Plus,' she moaned while thrusting faster. 'Merde, plus, rapide,' she groaned in cadence.

"I'll give you more, greedy witch." Bill thrust upward and dislodged his wife from her actions. He flipped her onto her stomach and pulled her hips up, shoving her face into the mattress. "I'll give you plus difficile."

He sank into her, growling in appreciation of her constricting warmth. He started slow, using her hips as leverage. But at her first whine, he moved his hands to her shoulders. In moments, the bed was squeaking while Fleur was muttering coarse epithets in French while he fucked her fiercely.

She clamped down on him, moaning to wake the house but he was so close. Bill kept pounding into her, thrusting even faster as the taint in his blood caught fire. The band in his back snapped and he roared while he poured out everything into his loving wife.

Fleur collapsed into the bedclothes and Bill collapsed right on top of her. Harmonizing panting echoed in their room, smelling of sweat and sex.

Bill opened his eyes and saw a huge smile on Fleur's face. "C'est magnifique, mon bête."

"You're bloody fantastic, you know?"

"Only with you, mon amour."