Fleur Isabelle Delacour (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} fleur_) wrote, |
He drummed his fingers over her wrist, resting lightly once he felt the flutter of her pulse beneath the thin skin. It was slowing, but still steady in it's comforting, strong rhythm. "Want to hear more about me? Anything in particular?" He was at loathe to move away from her soft skin, so he steadily brushed his thumb over the deceptively delicate looking bones of her wrist. "I have the rather unfortunate name of William Arthur Weasley, Arthur's after my father though, so I can't really complain, at least not 'round him." His grin was cheeky, and affectionately Bill squeezed her wrist. "My father keeps a shed full of Muggle things, and when I was younger, I'd stay out there for hours looking over the baubles, poking my nose over the tables as he picked them apart, trying to figure out how they worked."
Fleur liked the way he handled her wrist, it was sweet, though the contact was only making her heart beat faster. "I want to know everytheeng," Fleur said, flashing Bill her best, flirty smile. She laughed and shook her head, "I like your name, William, Guillaume. It's lovely," Fleur said, saying his name slowly, allowing it to roll slowly over her tongue, she did like it very much. Leaning forward again, Fleur listened intently as Bill mentioned the muggle things, and smiled. "Did you learn much zen? You're a muggle expert, no?"
"Everything? I'm pretty sure that there are a few incidents in there that you don't want to know about." He winked playfully, continuing his slow brushing. It was purposeless, but it felt good to touch her in such a tender fashion, and she didn't seem to mind. "Lovely when you say it." Bill shrugged, deciding then that she could call him Phineas if she wanted to... anything if it kept her talking. "Muggle expert!" He barked out a laugh, shaking his head adamantly no. "Not at all, no... my father- I don't know much about Muggles, and I reckon that he knows even less. It's been such a long time since he's been in school, he's working on outdated information. Plus whatever he hears at the Ministry."
"Zen you can leave those for our fifth date," Fleur said confidently, giving Bill a flirty wink. She glanced down at their hands for a moment, lightly brushing her fingers against his hand. "Per'aps I will call you zat." Fleur teased, wondering is he really didn't like his full name. His reaction to her label, Fleur giggled. She didn't know all that much about muggles, haing had almost no contact with them most of her life. She smiled warmly at his description and laughed again. "Are muggles a passion you both share zen?"
"Fifth? Are we counting this as our first then? Or is this a trial for dinner?" The table cut across his chest before he realized how severely he was leaning forward. It would have been embarrassing, had he not wanted to be closer. "You can call me what you like. William, Bill, blockhead. I'll answer." In books laughter of beautiful women was always described as bells, something he thought completely absurd. He still thought it was a touch too much, but there was something precious about hers. It wasn't delicate, but it was honest, and he wanted her to do it more. "A passion? I'm not about to collect them or anything, but I think that they're interesting. I like their things- you know, staring at them, waiting to see if they move on their own. Things like that. It's a curiosity." Arthur had always loved Muggles, a fascination that waned with his children. "What about you? What are your passions?"