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Fleur Isabelle Delacour (fleur_) wrote,

He breathed out through his nose, resting his forehead briefly against hers, nudging the side of her nose with his own. "Mmmhm. Very more than wow. I'm thinking, well, everything is just- jumbled." Bill let out a nervous laugh, pulling his head from hers before reclaiming her hand and pressing it over his pounding heart. "I- I can't believe we've been putting that off for weeks. Think of all the time we could have been snogging, rather than worrying about whether or not we should even speak to each other." Playfully he squeezed her fingers, hoping she understood it was just a anxious joke.

As she breathed in, trying to calm herself, Fleur slowly retracted her hands, sliding them down his chest until she reached out for his hands. Fleur blinked in surprise as Bill moved her hand to his chest; hardly able to believe that his heart was pounding as hard as her own. It was reassuring, and as he spoke, Fleur couldn't help but laugh. Perhaps a little more nervous sounding than before, but her nervousness seemed to manifest itself laughter. "Zen we make up for it, no?"

"Sounds promising, and I think that I might just be up for that." Bill's hand slowly rubbed where the back of her neck met her hairline. The bottom of his palm briefly touched her jaw, and his thumb swept over the curve of her ear. Her face was positively small, and in comparison, his hands felt massive against her skin.

Fleur smiled at Bill's caresses, deciding that she most certainly liked the way he touched her. "Good." Fleur said as she closed the distance for a very brief kiss. "I will see you tomorrow, yes?" Fleur asked, looking up at him as she moved to touch her wand in her pocket so she could unlock the door.

"Yes, I'll be the one grinning like a big arse the moment you look my way." He dropped another kiss to her cheek, brushing his smooth lips over the supple curve, and then stepped away. She fumbled either for her wand or her keys, but he'd stay and see her safely off of the stoop.

"Good night, William Arthur Weasley" Fleur said with a smile. Murmuring a silent spell to unlock the door, Fleur gave his hands a light squeeze before ducking inside. Closing the door behind her, Fleur relaxed against it, letting out a sigh as she did so, a massive smile forming on her face. Merde.

"Night- Erm, I don't have your middle name, so Fleur Delacour." He winked as she squeezed, waiting until the door shut before stepping down off of the stoop, shoving his hands deep into his pockets.