River Dawson felt nothing more than ecstasy as a new adventure awaited for her. With the world in her hands she was itching to discover more of it and that is what she planned to do.
However, along the way a certain red headed man seemed to crop up...
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"Baby, and I can't get enough of it Rock me, give me that feeling Roll me, rocking and reeling Baby, so don't stop doing it, don't stop doing it, now"
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When Bill returned from work he was worn and his eyes drooped. His mind had been elsewhere, focussed on trying to coke up with ideas to help River. So much so, when he came to deactivate a rolling-rocker bunson, an item he had no clue what it was except that it was dangerous, it blew up before him. It was sheer luck, he didn't get hurt.
His boss sent him home early, he could see just had worked up Bill was. From care, he made the decision, but also because he needed Bill on top form the following day as they were raiding a suspected death-eater's home in Lancashire.
"Get yourself home, lad," he said in his gruff, Yorkshire accent, "you're off today and you never are. Get some rest, do whatever you need to relax, ready for tomorrow."
Bill didn't argue.
Arriving back at Headquarters, he found house thick with silence. Not even the patters of Kreacher's footsteps could be heard moping around the house.
It was three in the morning, but he still expected someone to be up. He was right, as he passed the drawing room, he caught the dim light shining through the crack in the door. He poked his head in to see River, curled up in a ball staring at the tapestry on the wall.
"You're still awake," he made his presence known. He expected her to jump, but she didn't.
"And you're back early."
"That's a good thing, isn't it?"
She nodded, opening her arms for him to hug her. He lifted her up, placing her on her feet and held her waist tightly. His face was buried in the crook of her neck and her fingers ran through his hair. He shivered like it was the first time she had touched him.
His lips pressed small kisses to her skin, his tongue flicking over it, once, twice, three times, four. River grinned, her back arched, pressing her hips to his and she craned her neck to give him more room to explore her. He nipped at her, moaning when she pulled at his hair just a little.
"I've missed this," Bill whispered.
It had been a while, in fact, a long time since they had done anything. Considering, their relationship started with them having sex every given moment that they could, any country they found themselves, from Paris and Greece, Romania and Egypt and all the others, there was not a night spent together where Bill was not buried inside of her.
"Me too," she whined as he tugged her by the waist band of her pyjamas, as close as possible and she could feel how hard he was.
Emotions ran wild through Bill, issues with the magic, the targeting, everything had been brewing inside of him. Eating him from the inside and he needed some sort of release. River was the same.
Her hands fumbled with Bill's belt, pulled his jeans down and neither cared that any single person could walk in on them. Bill scooped her up in one hand, bent her over the side of the sofa and had his way with her.
She pressed her face into a cushion to conceal the sounds Bill was drawing from her, her nails digging into the plush velvet of the sofa as she whimpered and moaned.
Bill's eyes screwed shut, he knew how good she felt around him already but this was on the next level. He grunted into her shoulder, one arm going around her neck, keep her face close to his.
"Fuck," he gasped as she pushed back against him.
"Bullimgon–" what she had said was pure waffle but he understood, thrusting harder into her, his hips banging into as the two reached their climax. He slowed down, drawing to a stop when River lifted her head, smiling wide. "You're a dickhead," she told him.
"Tell me something I don't know," he replied helping her up and redressing themselves.
He sat down and pulled her onto his lap, the two breathing heavy, staring into each other's eyes. He kissed her, a tender hand pressed to her flushed cheek.
"Has that taken away any of your fear?" He asked her.
"Only reinforcing the notion that I have you by my side."
"Or inside."
She guffawed, her head was thrown back and Bill had to cover her mouth to keep her quiet. He snickered, shaking his head at his own joke.
"You're so mature, Bill," she said.
"Why be mature when you can be funny? I'll leave that to Percy the stuck-up git."
River pursed her lips, she felt guilt for the bad feelings she had towards her family for hiding their magic from her when Bill's own brother was treating them like literal animals. Throwing them to the dirt like nothing. Bill would argue that she had more right to be angry as her whole life was a lie but she couldn't help her feelings.
"You can laugh," he told her, "better to laugh about your sorrows than wallow in self-pity."
"I guess that's true."
"Of course it is, silly. We should head to bed, before someone wakes up and finds us here."
The two trapsend up to bed, Bill kissing her goodnight, leaving her to sleep in her room whilst he headed to his and Charlie's. He slept a lot sounder after their time in the drawing room, falling asleep with the echo of her moans and the feeling of her skin on his flooding his dreams.
Later in the morning, everyone gathered around dining room table. Molly was serving eggs and soldiers, Remus pouring drinks for everyone when Sirius burst into the dining room. He stomped his feet like a petulant child, his eyebrows nigh-on becoming one with his hairline they were raised so high.
"The drawing room smells like sex!"
Molly dropped her egg onto the floor, Hermione's cat ran straight for it. The younger ones all laughed and shared shocked looks between each other whilst River and Bill sipped at their drinks, trying to conceal the change in colour of their cheeks.
"Whoever dared to–" Molly began to scold but Sirius cut her off.
"Bravo to whoever it was! That'll stick it to my mother. Sex in front of the family tapestry! Oh, this is amazing!"
