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It took several more days of persistence to get Molly to admit that Fleur and Bill were married. Fleur liked to think it was her ever present charm, wit, and polite social training that finally proved her point. And her utter genius as a tactician.

It might have actually had something with all the Fleur nakedness and her shouting matches with Molly in the early mornings along the lines of "Iz my husband! I will stay in his bed if I want! And I will do our dishez!"

When they finally left, Molly was teary eyed and gave them both tight hugs. And encourages for them both to come and visit again soon. Arthur just smiled and gave them both a squeeze before the two disappeared off to London.

And now they were in Paris. Walking hand in hand up the hilltop to Montmartre.

"Thiz iz where I grew up. Maman keepz a small tea and herb shop 'ere. The Parisians try to keep down the residential growth 'ere, so we lived over the shop. Everything alwayz smelled like flowerz. And so much sunshine. And daisies. Iz Maman'z favorite tea."

Fleur looks up shyly at Bill. "...what do you think?"

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Lurline look at the ring. Makes a small approving noise.

She looks at Bill. Makes a small approving noise.

Then gets up and walks out of the room. A door can be heard slamming on the other side of the apartment.

From:

leplusbeau

Brightly, "She took that better then I thought."

She reaches up and runs her fingers through Bill's loose hair and down across his cheek.

"She iz juste dramatic. She would have yelled if she hated you. She liked your ring."

She looks over at Gabrielle who is still staring at her sister with wide eyes.

"Come 'ere, petit chou."

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Gabrielle climbs into Fleur's lap even though she is a bit too big for that. She curls up against her sister's collar bone and lets out a big huff of air.

"I wanted to throw flowers."

From:

leplusbeau

"Oh, petite!" She hugs her little sister.

"I wanted you to be there. It was very sudden. My little one, my little one. We were afraid. With everything as it is. We did not want that much attention of a big wedding. And think, now you don't have to see Grandmother. Isn't that nice?"

She cards her fingers through her little sister's hair again. Continuing is soft french, "Bill has pictures. Do you want to see?"

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First things first: Lurline didn't yell.

That's a good thing. He recognises enough French so that he reaches into his pocket and draws out the horrid wedding album, handing it over to Fleur and Gabrielle. "Your sister's right," he says softly. "In this time, with all the fighting and trouble, it's best not to call attention to things. But perhaps we could do something for just the three of us, and flowers would be involved."

Help me here, Fleur. His eyes dart to the door across the room. His new mother-in-law is there somewhere. He hopes it's not his job to go find her.

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Gabrielle is looking at the pictures. Tracing the lines of Fleur's dress and Bill's tuxedo.

"S'kay. Grandma wasn't there."

She looks up very innocently at Fleur. "Can we do it again? You can wear the pillow case like we used to!"

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leplusbeau

Sotto. "Bill iz not wearing the dress."

"...maaaaaaaybe. Now, go wash up for bed. I will tuck you in soon."

She puts the little girl back on the ground and swats her bottom.

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"You just want to make kissy faces!" Gabrielle makes a fish face with puckering sounds even as she scampers out of her sister's reach and down the hall, out of sight.

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thecoolone

As Gabrielle disappears, Bill lets out a deep breath.

"Okay."

Reaching for her hand, he gives it what he hopes is a reassuring squeeze. "Now what?"

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leplusbeau

"Thiz." She pulls Bill's head down into a long, slow kiss. When Fleur lets him up for air, she keeps his face close so she can trace her fingers over his lips.

"It went very well. She likez you well enough. She juste nevah approved of marriage. She and Papa nevah married, and they were together for a decade at least. And she likez being dramatic. Iz okay. I promise." She noses his cheek.

"Now, we tuck my sister in. Go to bed. I will be very nice to you because, really, such a hard day. And my mother will order in breakfast tomorrow and try to convince you she cooked it juste for you."

"And soon, we go back to London to get that flat we keep talking about." A bit on his earlobe. "Our own bed. Our own table. Our own counterz. Think of all the furniture to break in..."

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thecoolone

Now that's better. He blushes again, but for an entirely different reason this time; his hands reach for her hair, fingers tangling in long silver-blonde rivulets.

"And you get to pick out the furniture. You know I've got no sense of taste for that type of thing." Bill grins at her, then offers her his hand as they stand. He's got experience tucking in little girls: he did it with Ginny enough times.

And then just the two of them, and he's fairly sure that Lurline won't insist on the same sense of... whatever it was that made his mum want them to stay in separate rooms. Decorum? Propriety? Refusal to acknowledge their wedding? Apparently, marriage isn't the primary motivating factor in this household.

Love is.

He rather likes that. They head off together to Gabrielle's room: Bill's very good at bedtime stories.

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Gabbie is jumping on her bed in her pink bunny pajamas when they come in.

"Tell me the one with the princess! And the pirate! And the giant!"

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leplusbeau

"Oui, oui! Sit! You are not a rabbit."

She sets her little sister in the center of her bed and goes to pluck out the right book. And plops down on Bill because husbands make good chairs.

"Once upon a time, there was a young girl that lived on a farm..."

Bill discovered story time involved a full length play, and got to be a ship, a mountain, a deadly ROUS, and a machine that sucks the life out of your navel.

By the time Fleur ends with a flourish of her sword-wand, Gabrielle is almost asleep on Bill's chest. And Bill is flat on his back, his ponytail holder given to appease the mighty sea monster of the treacherous cliffs of...oh, something.

Fleur giggles.

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thecoolone

"Shhh." With the greatest caution, Bill extracts himself from Gabrielle's sleeping grip; they tuck the blankets round her and turn out the light quietly, quietly.

He lets Fleur lead the way: it's her home, her protocol. Whatever she wants is what he'll do.

So long as they're together.

And he thinks: not so horrible after all. Of course, they haven't seen Lurline again since she disappeared with a pointed slam of the door, but what's done can't be undone and he has no desire to do anything just to appease anyone but Fleur.

Well... maybe Gabrielle; she's very sweet.

The day brings the sweet smell of flowers mingled with chocolate and fresh-baked bread. In another part of the house, someone's singing softly.

Bill kisses Fleur awake.

From:

leplusbeau

Fleur curls even tighter around Bill.

"...Five more minutez..."

From:

thecoolone

At least.

No matter where they are, it feels like home when they wake up this way. Still, he's starting to yearn for something familiar.

But he can think about all of that in five more minutes.

Or five more after that.

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leplusbeau

She refuses to open her eyes.

"I am tired of sharing you. I want you to myself. I have had you for too long. Iz selfish, but I want it."

Fleur hides her face in the curve of his stomach. "And I do not want to put clothez on."

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thecoolone

"Then there's nothing to do but stay right here all day. Do you think your mother and sister would mind?"

With a soft smile, he strokes her shoulder. "Do you want to go back to the bar for a few days, hide out in our room? Clothing is entirely optional there. We can always go back to London later and find the right flat; nothing says we need to do it right away."

Really, the more time together, the happier he'll be.

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leplusbeau

"I like that." She beams up at Bill!

Then pouts.

"Maman will come in soon with bacon. She will not care about the naked." She gives Bill a squeeze under the sheet. "Mine."

"...I wonder where my skirt went..."

From:

thecoolone

"Hmm."

Maman might not care about the naked, but there are a few things Bill still holds private.

Or would like to; he pulls the sheets up just a little bit higher, then turns to Fleur with a grin. "I'll just have to cover you up myself."

At least until either Lurline arrives, Gabrielle bursts in, or they decide to be polite guests and dress.

From:

leplusbeau

Innocent, "Shouldn't I cover you? Maman haz seen my naked ass many timez."

Really, very innocent. Even when she straddles his hips.

At least when Fleur's mother puts a plate of muffins on her back an hour later, she only gets a look a Fleur.

Advise on position mid-orgasm isn't that embarrassing. Really.