Fleur Isabelle Delacour (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} fleur_) wrote, |
He practically mewed a small noise of pleasure against her mouth, gently razing the plump flesh between his teeth, lightly tugging once before moving to her top lip, slowly running the very tip of his tongue along the velvety underside. Everything was gentle, and while he was eager to kiss, and touch, he wasn't about to push. She didn't pull away, but she wasn't pulling him closer either. It was trying every bit of his restraint, and already he was beginning to feel the low simmer of something akin to arousal. Every inch of him trembled with some desire, and even as he breathed out of his nose, he was already dreading the moment that they'd be forced to part.
Although Fleur was by no means completely new to the art of kissing, Bill was already surprising her. She responded eagerly, kissing him back. It was so easy kissing him back, pressing herself up against him that all she really wanted to do was continue to have his lips on hers, to taste his tongue. She was dreading the end of it, though she knew that at some point it must.
Her motion became more ardent, and once she began responding, he let out a swift breath, overwhelmed entirely by her touch, her hands, her scent. She was everywhere, and not nearly flush enough against him. His arm wrapped firmly at her waist where it embraced her closely, and his hand slid from her cheek to tangle in her hair. "Oh, Fleur." Bill shoulders trembled, growing with a mounting tension that had nothing to do with nerves. His heart was pounding as his tongue delved between her parted lips, swirling along the side of her cheek and then along the firm ridges at the roof of her mouth.
Fleur's breath was already coming faster as pulled her closer. Her hands moved up his chest, feeling his chest before hooking her fingers behind his neck. For a fleeting moment, Fleur wondered just what it's feel like to have her fingers touch his bare skin. The thoughts and those that followed sent the blood pumping even faster through her body, nerves tingling, the sensation pooling at the pit of her stomach. She moaned softly as she heard him call her name, her tongue meeting his as explored her mouth. "I - Bill..." Fleur managed between heavy breaths as she finally broke the kiss. Sweet Merlin it had been nearly impossible to pull herself back.
Her small cry only served to flare the simmering arousal, shoving it to the forefront of his mind. When he breathed against her lips, it felt like he'd never be able to draw in adequate enough air, but he was content to never do so again. Their tongues met, gliding smoothly around each other as if this was something they'd been doing for decades rather than seconds, but as he was ready to brace his weight against the doorframe, she began steeping the kisses, and he sealed them. Laying just a few more before pulling back. Slowly his surrounding returned, and his heart nearly skipped a beat when he realized just how exposed they were to the Muggle Street. He was dazed when he licked his lips, but slowly pressed a kiss to her cheek, and then one to her forehead, tapping the underside of her chin with a bent forefinger. "It's okay." He wasn't even sure what he was reassuring her about, and didn't know if she actually needed reassuring, but the words left him freely.
Pulling back just a little, Fleur didn't completely let go of Bill. Her mind was still quite fuzzy, flooded with images and sensations. Running her tongue over her lips, Fleur savoured the taste before looking up at Bill. "Wow," she said finally, breathing out as her heart started to finally regain its normal rhythm. She smiled as he kissed her forehead, widening as he tried to reassure her. "More zan," Fleur responded, wondering just how long she could keep him there, on her stoop.