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[leplusbeau]

In some healer's office in wizarding London...



Fleur is sitting on the cold examination table in her thin hospital robe, her bare feet swinging back and forth.

"You know. I even wore pantiez today to make them think that I wore them often. Thiz destroyz my entire plan to make a good impression."

She keeps tapping the table. It is day number six without smoking entirely.

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[leplusbeau]

"See? You will have fun with thiz."

Now she's cuddling against his chest.

"We will find our way. It may be hard. But," she pats his butt, "I have thiz...thing for you. So, you are stuck with me. Iz impossible to say no. There iz no escape for you, minet."

[thecoolone]

For most of his professional career, Bill's made a habit of escaping: from tombs, from Sphinxes, from traps, from age-old hexes and curses. It's been rather a specialty of his, in fact, and one he's very pleased about. Escape of sorts has been a motivating factor, a skill, a source of great pride.

But this thing is one he's got no desire to escape from. It's no trap: it's really pretty much a dream come true. She's got a thing for him; he's got a thing for her. It's why he married her.

Without a word he dims the lights, sending a locking spell to the front door of their flat. What happens next... well, it's between himself and Fleur, but none of it -- not even a bit -- has anything to do with either saying no or with escaping.