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[leplusbeau]

Fleur is fluffing pillows.

And cleaning.

And counting.



She wouldn't be counting days! Why would she be counting those?! She is counting pillows. PILLOWS.



Now she is counting the time ticking by on the clock. "I wonder where my 'usband iz," she asks herself aloud. She might have to call down and ask that their evening meal be delayed. She has been trying lately to have at least something warm for him waiting when he gets home.

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[thecoolone]

"Not yet."

He grins up at her, hoping he never ever does.

[leplusbeau]

She snorts. "You are going to be one hundred and still breaking cursez, no? I am going to have to hide the good silver to keep you entertained so you do not break your hip."

[thecoolone]

"Reparo. See, I'll be able to take care of it." Laughing, he reaches up and pulls her face down toward his. "I'm tired of the insanity: kiss me."

[leplusbeau]

Who is she to deny him?

They are upside down, and her nose keeps bumping his chin, but her smiles grows more and more.

[thecoolone]

"Woman I love," Bill manages between kisses. "Falling in love with you was the smartest thing I've ever done, and I do it all over again every single day." Gazing up into her eyes, he blushes with the sheer adoration he feels. His hand sneaks to her chest and he kisses her again.

And there's a knock at the door.

"Delivery."

Bugger.

[leplusbeau]

She giggles. "Stay. I will get it."

She straightens out her top as she bounds over to the front door and retrieves their dinner. It is starting to smell good in here!

[thecoolone]

Sitting up, Bill takes off the bulky galabayya, smoothing out his t-shirt ("Property of Gringott's Athletic Department") and jeans beneath: that's better.

He smells lamb kebabs and suddenly, he's famished. As soon as Fleur's back, he Summons plates and silver from their little kitchen, setting a makeshift table right here in front of the sofa.

Rice, lamb, iced tea, cucumber salad: it's just what he wanted.

For food, that is. Taking Fleur's hand in his, he tugs her to sit next to him. There's something so satisfying about just being here with her, sharing a meal, smelling her perfume: he thinks that possibly -- just possibly -- things don't get so very much better.

"You're wonderful." He grins at her before taking up a forkful of rice.

[leplusbeau]

"Oui," she says simply. "And you had a long day." She kisses his cheek and steals some lamb from his plate.

"Feel better, now?"

[thecoolone]

"Oui."

He kisses her lips.

Fleur. Lamb.

He loves her.