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hp_goldenageTitle: A Pleasant Morning
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secretlypadfoot
Characters/Pairings: Molly/Arthur
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1,276
Content/Warning(s): Fluff
Summary/Prompt: With the love of your life, every morning is a good morning. Especially if you can start it off right.
A/N: A mighty big thanks to my lovely betagelsey. Any remaining mistakes are my own.
Arthur Weasley begrudgingly woke up on a beautiful morning. The sunrise peeked in through the crack in the window curtains, nearly blinding him even through his closed eyes. He rolled over with a groan to turn the sun to his back and reached an arm out in search of another body. When his hand grasped only a handful of sheets, he finally opened his eyes and looked around. For only a split second, he worried to find himself alone in bed, but his fears diminished when he heard the faint sound of running water.
With another groan he sat up and climbed out of the bed, his hip popping as he stood. He then idly scratched his groin as he headed to the bathroom. The shower was running and he could hear Molly humming a song by Celestina Warbeck from behind the curtain. Arthur smiled to himself and quietly stepped closer, carefully pulling the curtain back so he could peek inside.
Molly had her back to him as she lathered herself up with a bar of soap. Arthur gladly took in the delectable view of her backside, enjoying the curve of her hips and the soft roundness of her arse. He didn't see the cellulite that covered her ass and the back of her legs. Or if he did, it didn't register in his brain as anything but beautiful.
Molly turned around, still lathering herself, and jumped when she spotted Arthur watching her.
She reached out and smacked him with a soapy hand. “ Arthur, you scoundrel! You gave me a fright there.”
He chuckled. “Sorry, Molly dear. I was only enjoying the view.”
She gave him a coy smile in return. “Well, come on then. Stop being a pervy voyeur and join me, won't you?”
Arthur grinned wide as he shed his sleep pants he habitually used to cover his decency in case children were around before stepping into the shower. He gave Molly a gentle good morning kiss which she happily returned.
“Allow me,” he said taking the bar of soap from her hand and began to run it along her wet body.
He created a good lather, adding his other hand to help spread the soap around. He ran his hands along her neck in a gentle caress, watching as Molly inhaled deeply and let the breath back out in a shaky exhale. He smiled as he ran his hands down her throat and to her beautiful breasts. It had been several decades since they'd held the perkiness of youth. They sagged, causing her nipples to be closer to her navel. They had stretch marks from the many times they had grown larger during her pregnancies, and in the recent years they had begun to develop thin blue spider veins. And yet none of those flaws diminished his desire to put her breasts in his mouth.
Molly let out a soft moan as he lathered her breasts. Her eyes closed and her head rolled back into the spray of the water. Arthur lifted her breasts into his hands, massaging gently and eliciting another moan. One of the nice things about being with someone for so long was that he knew all the right ways to caress and touch that would turn Molly on.
Molly knew just how to do the same, but sometimes just looking at her was enough for Arthur. In their youth that was all it took. Staring at her and imagining what lay beneath the layers of clothing would instantly arouse him. These days it took more than just an active imagination, not that he was complaining. He enjoyed the touching a great deal more anyway.
He let one of his hands move further down her body, drawing soapy circles on her stomach. Molly's stomach was one of Arthur's favorite parts of her anatomy. It was round and soft due to the amount of fat she carried. It had large stretch marks, thick as tiger stripes due to carrying seven children. He adored those marks seeing them as a constant reminder of their love for one another. He could hardly keep his hands off her whenever she was pregnant. Just knowing that she was carrying the life of their child within her drove him mad with desire. He may have forgotten a proper conception spell once or twice due to his selfish need for a pregnant wife. The years where he could impregnate her were long since over. Ginny had been an especially hard pregnancy which had made it their last despite Arthur's secret efforts. Now he was perfectly happy from the memories which he could reminisce on whenever he looked at Molly's large scarred stomach.
His prick was hard by the time his hands traveled down, his fingers sliding in between her soft folds. Molly grasped Arthur's shoulders tightly as she began to pant. She moaned his name and rocked her hips against him, increasing Arthur's need for her.
He knew she wanted him too. He couldn't recall a time she had denied him in all their years of marriage. And more often than not she was the one to seek him out. One of her hands left his shoulder and reached down and grasped his hard prick.
He let out a slew of soft curses as she began to stroke him with just as much vigor as he was stroking her.
He wanted her more than anything in that moment, but the time of shower sex had long since passed. It was probably some unwritten rule that after fifty, the bed was the only place to shag.
“Molly...” he said breathlessly.
“Yes Arthur?” she replied just as breathless.
He dropped bar of soap and with his free hand grabbed the back of her neck, pulling her forward and into a hungry, demanding kiss, telling her his desires with busy lips.
Once the kiss was broken, Molly reached behind her to shut the water off. They parted then, Arthur immediately missing her warm flesh under his hands, but it was only for a moment. They were in the bedroom quickly, and Molly laying on the bed, with Arthur climbing up on top of her.
They kissed some more as their hands explored familiar places, and he moaned as he entered her with a thrust.
They took their time with one another, kissing and touching in sensitive places causing moans of pleasure. He kept a steady pace as he moved inside her, and with skills that had taken him many, many years to learn, sent her into orgasm. It was only a matter of seconds before he followed, spilling his useless seed into her.
In the afterglow, Arthur pulled her into a tight embrace and kissed her softly. “I love you,” he said.
Molly smiled at him, her eyes still glazed over from the pleasure. “I love you too, dear. That was a lovely way to start the morning.” With a heavy sigh she pulled away from him and sat up. “We best be getting dressed though. Bill is supposed to be bringing Victoire over any minute now for us to watch while he and Fleur go to their Healer's appointment.”
Arthur smiled to himself. He enjoyed any time he got to spend with his granddaughter and soon there would be another grandchild for Molly and him to enjoy.
As Molly got out bed to dress, Arthur watched her with his eyes. It had only been a few minutes since he'd had her, but he was already feeling the physical desire to take her again. Maybe, if they were lucky, Victoire would take a nice long nap.
Author:
secretlypadfootCharacters/Pairings: Molly/Arthur
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1,276
Content/Warning(s): Fluff
Summary/Prompt: With the love of your life, every morning is a good morning. Especially if you can start it off right.
A/N: A mighty big thanks to my lovely beta
gelsey. Any remaining mistakes are my own. Arthur Weasley begrudgingly woke up on a beautiful morning. The sunrise peeked in through the crack in the window curtains, nearly blinding him even through his closed eyes. He rolled over with a groan to turn the sun to his back and reached an arm out in search of another body. When his hand grasped only a handful of sheets, he finally opened his eyes and looked around. For only a split second, he worried to find himself alone in bed, but his fears diminished when he heard the faint sound of running water.
With another groan he sat up and climbed out of the bed, his hip popping as he stood. He then idly scratched his groin as he headed to the bathroom. The shower was running and he could hear Molly humming a song by Celestina Warbeck from behind the curtain. Arthur smiled to himself and quietly stepped closer, carefully pulling the curtain back so he could peek inside.
Molly had her back to him as she lathered herself up with a bar of soap. Arthur gladly took in the delectable view of her backside, enjoying the curve of her hips and the soft roundness of her arse. He didn't see the cellulite that covered her ass and the back of her legs. Or if he did, it didn't register in his brain as anything but beautiful.
Molly turned around, still lathering herself, and jumped when she spotted Arthur watching her.
She reached out and smacked him with a soapy hand. “ Arthur, you scoundrel! You gave me a fright there.”
He chuckled. “Sorry, Molly dear. I was only enjoying the view.”
She gave him a coy smile in return. “Well, come on then. Stop being a pervy voyeur and join me, won't you?”
Arthur grinned wide as he shed his sleep pants he habitually used to cover his decency in case children were around before stepping into the shower. He gave Molly a gentle good morning kiss which she happily returned.
“Allow me,” he said taking the bar of soap from her hand and began to run it along her wet body.
He created a good lather, adding his other hand to help spread the soap around. He ran his hands along her neck in a gentle caress, watching as Molly inhaled deeply and let the breath back out in a shaky exhale. He smiled as he ran his hands down her throat and to her beautiful breasts. It had been several decades since they'd held the perkiness of youth. They sagged, causing her nipples to be closer to her navel. They had stretch marks from the many times they had grown larger during her pregnancies, and in the recent years they had begun to develop thin blue spider veins. And yet none of those flaws diminished his desire to put her breasts in his mouth.
Molly let out a soft moan as he lathered her breasts. Her eyes closed and her head rolled back into the spray of the water. Arthur lifted her breasts into his hands, massaging gently and eliciting another moan. One of the nice things about being with someone for so long was that he knew all the right ways to caress and touch that would turn Molly on.
Molly knew just how to do the same, but sometimes just looking at her was enough for Arthur. In their youth that was all it took. Staring at her and imagining what lay beneath the layers of clothing would instantly arouse him. These days it took more than just an active imagination, not that he was complaining. He enjoyed the touching a great deal more anyway.
He let one of his hands move further down her body, drawing soapy circles on her stomach. Molly's stomach was one of Arthur's favorite parts of her anatomy. It was round and soft due to the amount of fat she carried. It had large stretch marks, thick as tiger stripes due to carrying seven children. He adored those marks seeing them as a constant reminder of their love for one another. He could hardly keep his hands off her whenever she was pregnant. Just knowing that she was carrying the life of their child within her drove him mad with desire. He may have forgotten a proper conception spell once or twice due to his selfish need for a pregnant wife. The years where he could impregnate her were long since over. Ginny had been an especially hard pregnancy which had made it their last despite Arthur's secret efforts. Now he was perfectly happy from the memories which he could reminisce on whenever he looked at Molly's large scarred stomach.
His prick was hard by the time his hands traveled down, his fingers sliding in between her soft folds. Molly grasped Arthur's shoulders tightly as she began to pant. She moaned his name and rocked her hips against him, increasing Arthur's need for her.
He knew she wanted him too. He couldn't recall a time she had denied him in all their years of marriage. And more often than not she was the one to seek him out. One of her hands left his shoulder and reached down and grasped his hard prick.
He let out a slew of soft curses as she began to stroke him with just as much vigor as he was stroking her.
He wanted her more than anything in that moment, but the time of shower sex had long since passed. It was probably some unwritten rule that after fifty, the bed was the only place to shag.
“Molly...” he said breathlessly.
“Yes Arthur?” she replied just as breathless.
He dropped bar of soap and with his free hand grabbed the back of her neck, pulling her forward and into a hungry, demanding kiss, telling her his desires with busy lips.
Once the kiss was broken, Molly reached behind her to shut the water off. They parted then, Arthur immediately missing her warm flesh under his hands, but it was only for a moment. They were in the bedroom quickly, and Molly laying on the bed, with Arthur climbing up on top of her.
They kissed some more as their hands explored familiar places, and he moaned as he entered her with a thrust.
They took their time with one another, kissing and touching in sensitive places causing moans of pleasure. He kept a steady pace as he moved inside her, and with skills that had taken him many, many years to learn, sent her into orgasm. It was only a matter of seconds before he followed, spilling his useless seed into her.
In the afterglow, Arthur pulled her into a tight embrace and kissed her softly. “I love you,” he said.
Molly smiled at him, her eyes still glazed over from the pleasure. “I love you too, dear. That was a lovely way to start the morning.” With a heavy sigh she pulled away from him and sat up. “We best be getting dressed though. Bill is supposed to be bringing Victoire over any minute now for us to watch while he and Fleur go to their Healer's appointment.”
Arthur smiled to himself. He enjoyed any time he got to spend with his granddaughter and soon there would be another grandchild for Molly and him to enjoy.
As Molly got out bed to dress, Arthur watched her with his eyes. It had only been a few minutes since he'd had her, but he was already feeling the physical desire to take her again. Maybe, if they were lucky, Victoire would take a nice long nap.
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Date: 2016-03-03 08:39 pm (UTC)I love how I could see their love for each other all over the fic, the passion, after all those years, so alive. It was wonderful. :D
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Date: 2016-03-03 08:44 pm (UTC)Beautifully done!
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