FIC--Up in the Hayloft, Arthur/Molly
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ficsbydeenasTitle: Up in the Hayloft
Rating: R, slightly NC17, not as graphic as some of my other stuff
Pairing: Arthur Weasley and Molly Prewett
Word Count: 1,971
Betas:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
queenb23more and redhot_witch
Author Note: Written for the July Challenge at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
erotic_elves: Beginnings and Endings
"A..Arthur…I dunno. I mean, oh, you need to stop…doing that if I am going to…oh!"
Molly Prewett was trying valiantly to maintain a clear head as she and Arthur Weasley shared an amorous cuddle in the hayloft of her aunt's barn. The hay was terribly itchy and digging uncomfortably into her skin, but the things that Arthur was doing to her made her forget all that. He'd already unbuttoned her blouse and shoved her elastic-waisted skirt down her hips, hesitantly making his way inside her modest nylon knickers.
Arthur wasn't completely clothed, either. His shirt was unbuttoned and one arm was out of its sleeve. His trousers were unzipped and his engorged manhood was pressing into her thigh, sending a chill throughout her body. It was thrilling, knowing that she did this to him, that she could make him lose control like this. She felt powerful knowing that she was the source of that longing inside of him.
~*~
It had all started innocently enough when she suggested they go up to the hayloft. It was one of her favourite places to escape from the world, a place where she could indulge in her secret fantasies and where she could get away from the constant pestering from her sister and twin brothers.
"So what do you do up here, Mollywobbles?" Arthur asked while he held her against his chest, his hand idly stroking her arm. He moved his neck to place a tender kiss on her pulse point. "Looks like the perfect place for a nice snog."
"I wouldn't know. I've never brought anyone else up here before." Molly tilted her head to the side, allowing him more room to kiss her neck.
She felt his lips move down her throat to her collarbone where his incessant fingers pushed the collar of her blouse aside. A tingle spread through her body which quickly became a deep ache in her lower body. He could do so much to her with a kiss, a caress, even a word. Being with Arthur Weasley was going to be thrilling, she just knew it.
Arthur weaved his fingers with hers and pushed his hips up into her lower back, telling her without a word what he was thinking. They'd been dancing around the issue for several months now, getting closer and closer every time they were together. But isn't this the reason she brought him up here in the first place? To make love with him? She may have never said it aloud to Arthur, but she had a feeling that he knew what was going to happen this afternoon.
His fingers left hers and she felt them working on the buttons of her blouse, one by one, exposing her ample bosom to him. Molly was never one of those skinny models she saw on Muggle magazine covers. She was curvy and soft, and that was what Arthur loved about her the most. He could sink into her softness when he was stressed and let everything else just go away as long as Molly held him.
"Artie…" she moaned as he began kneading her breasts from behind, teasing her nipples into hard peaks, making the ache in her lower regions grow and wetness pool in her knickers.
He gently turned her around to face him and pulled her up into his lap to straddle him. Arthur kissed her lightly at first before exploring the inside of her mouth with his skilful tongue. His kisses never failed to make her weak in the knees or to forget everything her mother had told her about being a good girl until she was married. She met his tongue and swept across his mouth before meeting his and revelling in the texture of that strong muscle.
As he kissed her breathless, his hands went to work pulling off her favourite violet blouse and tossing it to the side. Arthur's mouth left hers, and he lifted his eyes to hers. She loved his eyes, those clear, bottomless blue eyes that had entranced her from the very beginning.
"Mol, you are so beautiful," Arthur purred into her ear. His hand went to her hair and he pulled her mouth to his again, skilfully turning to lay her on the aromatic hay. Once she was flat on her back, his hand went to her shoulders, sliding the straps of he brassiere to her elbows. "Merlin, I can never get enough of looking at you." He kissed the swell of her breasts that pushed up over the cup of her undergarment.
"Mmm, oh that feels divine, love." Molly's back arched when his mouth surrounded her nipple through the fabric that covered her. She kissed him back deeply as her fingers went to the buttons of his shirt, making short order of them and dragging it down one shoulder.
She gasped as his chest was exposed to her. His nipples were pebble-like and she ached to suck them into her mouth. She met his gaze and ran her hand over his chest, the lightly coloured hairs feeling silky against her fingers. He felt silky and rough at the same time. She never wanted him to stop touching her.
Arthur rolled them to the side and his hands went to her bum, caressing the swell of her buttocks and then squeezing it with his large hands. She let out an encouraging moan and kissed him again, all rational, virginal thoughts flying right out the window. Molly took one of his hands and placed it on the waistband of her skirt, hoping that he'd understand her wordless message.
"Are…are you sure, Molly?" he asked between gasps of breath.
"Arthur, we wouldn't be here if I didn't want this to happen."
At her words, Arthur pulled her skirt down her hips a little too eagerly and pulled her to him again for a searing kiss. Her hands went to his hair and wove her fingers through his rich, red curly locks. She loved his hair, knowing instinctively that should they have children together, they would have glorious ginger hair.
Molly's eyes shot open as she remembered that she had not put on seductive underwear that morning. In the back of her mind, she chastised herself for wearing Nana Knickers that morning. Why didn't I put on the lacy ones?
She was just about to say something to him when Arthur took her hands and placed them on his trousers. The bulge in his trousers filled her hands, and she automatically squeezed.
"Fuck," he whispered.
"Arthur! Don't swear," she whispered into his mouth as she covered his with her own, kissing him again.
He rolled onto his back and held her to him as he thrust his pelvis into her own. Molly ground her hips against his, sending delightful sensations through her body. She wanted more and she wanted it now.
"Make love to me, please, Arthur," she begged, rolling them over so that she lay on her back.
She was more than ready. She desperately wanted to feel him lying naked over her and to know what it was like to have him fill her body with his. Out of nowhere, she realized that some sort of protection was called for on an occasion like this. She tried to concentrate on the spell she'd learned from her mother, but Arthur was making it very difficult for her.
He continued to caress her bare skin, each time dipping underneath her knickers so that she lost her train of thought several times. His mouth was doing wonderful things to the tips of her breasts, and he even made his way down her stomach to dip his tongue into her navel.
"A..Arthur…I dunno. I mean, oh, you need to stop…doing that if I am going to…oh!"
The sensations he caused inside her made her forget the spell she had been thinking of.
~*~
His hands finally made their way inside her knickers and found the spot she so desperately wanted him to touch. A finger burrowed its way inside her wet, hot centre.
"Molly…" Arthur was panting and sat back on his haunches to remove his shirt completely. He then pulled her up to her knees and reached round to unfasten her bra. Her breasts spilled forward, and he groaned in satisfaction as she was finally revealed to him. Without looking away, he pulled his trousers and boxer shorts down his hips and removed them completely, exposing himself to her.
"Oh, Arthur…" she moaned breathlessly. Her skirt and knickers were soon disposed of, and she lay back seductively on the hay. One of her hands went to her womanhood and a finger began stroking her clitoris, eliciting moans of pleasure from her lips and groans of frustration from Arthur.
With her other hand, she began stroking his warm, rigid flesh and swiped her thumb across the head, making it twitch in response. She smiled when she discovered he even had freckles on his penis.
"Is…is something wrong, love?" he asked, his hands beginning to play with her breasts and nipples.
"No, not at all. Weasleys have freckles everywhere."
Arthur's impressive blush spread across his face, making him all the more attractive to her.
"Are you ready?" he asked shyly. She noticed he was shaking slightly and his eyes were full of love.
"Absolutely, Arthur."
He sank to his knees and put one of his hands on the floor of the hayloft while the other took hold of his throbbing cock. Molly spread her legs as wide as possible, inviting him in. He answered her invitation and placed the tip of his erection to her opening, thrusting his hips forward.
"Oh!" Molly let out in shock, feeling him fill her and break through her barrier. A few tears escaped her eyes from the sharp pain. They both began shaking, and Arthur sank onto both elbows.
"Molly…"
"Shh…just give me a bit." Her breathing increased, and soon she was feeling something that she hoped was pleasure. "Okay, go ahead and—"
She was cut off by Arthur's howl and felt him empty inside her, filling her with his seed and collapsing onto her.
Is that it? Is there anything else?
Arthur's breathing had settled a bit, and he looked up at her with a silly smile on his face.
"Wow…" he whispered, placing tiny kisses along her jaw line. His body slipped out of her and he idly stroked her stomach and breasts. Molly tried to smile at him, but he caught her unease. "What's the matter?" He raised up on his elbow to lean over her.
"I—I, well, er, uh, that was all?"
"Oh, Molly! I'm so sorry. It was just…so…good in there. You didn't…?"
She shook her head and bit her bottom lip. "No."
"Molly…"
"It's alright, Arthur." She couldn't help the sound of disappointment in her voice. "I love you."
"But it wasn't…good for you," he whined.
"It will be next time…"
Arthur and Molly spent a great deal of time up in that hayloft that lovely spring afternoon. They eventually got the hang of it and enjoyed the new activity a few times more.
About two month later, Molly anxiously stood outside Arthur's family home, wringing her hands while she drew up the courage to knock on the door. With a deep breath, she rapped a few times and waited, praying silently that Mrs. Weasley wouldn't answer the door.
The door swung open to reveal Arthur, looking fetching in his work robes. He'd recently started working at the Ministry, something he was very excited about.
"Molly! What a pleasant surprise!" He pulled her into his arms and kissed her soundly. "Do you want to come in?" Arthur stepped aside for her to enter.
"No—no, Arthur. Can we go for a walk? I have something to tell you…"
Rating: R, slightly NC17, not as graphic as some of my other stuff
Pairing: Arthur Weasley and Molly Prewett
Word Count: 1,971
Betas:
queenb23more and redhot_witchAuthor Note: Written for the July Challenge at
erotic_elves: Beginnings and EndingsUp in the Hayloft
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"A..Arthur…I dunno. I mean, oh, you need to stop…doing that if I am going to…oh!"
Molly Prewett was trying valiantly to maintain a clear head as she and Arthur Weasley shared an amorous cuddle in the hayloft of her aunt's barn. The hay was terribly itchy and digging uncomfortably into her skin, but the things that Arthur was doing to her made her forget all that. He'd already unbuttoned her blouse and shoved her elastic-waisted skirt down her hips, hesitantly making his way inside her modest nylon knickers.
Arthur wasn't completely clothed, either. His shirt was unbuttoned and one arm was out of its sleeve. His trousers were unzipped and his engorged manhood was pressing into her thigh, sending a chill throughout her body. It was thrilling, knowing that she did this to him, that she could make him lose control like this. She felt powerful knowing that she was the source of that longing inside of him.
It had all started innocently enough when she suggested they go up to the hayloft. It was one of her favourite places to escape from the world, a place where she could indulge in her secret fantasies and where she could get away from the constant pestering from her sister and twin brothers.
"So what do you do up here, Mollywobbles?" Arthur asked while he held her against his chest, his hand idly stroking her arm. He moved his neck to place a tender kiss on her pulse point. "Looks like the perfect place for a nice snog."
"I wouldn't know. I've never brought anyone else up here before." Molly tilted her head to the side, allowing him more room to kiss her neck.
She felt his lips move down her throat to her collarbone where his incessant fingers pushed the collar of her blouse aside. A tingle spread through her body which quickly became a deep ache in her lower body. He could do so much to her with a kiss, a caress, even a word. Being with Arthur Weasley was going to be thrilling, she just knew it.
Arthur weaved his fingers with hers and pushed his hips up into her lower back, telling her without a word what he was thinking. They'd been dancing around the issue for several months now, getting closer and closer every time they were together. But isn't this the reason she brought him up here in the first place? To make love with him? She may have never said it aloud to Arthur, but she had a feeling that he knew what was going to happen this afternoon.
His fingers left hers and she felt them working on the buttons of her blouse, one by one, exposing her ample bosom to him. Molly was never one of those skinny models she saw on Muggle magazine covers. She was curvy and soft, and that was what Arthur loved about her the most. He could sink into her softness when he was stressed and let everything else just go away as long as Molly held him.
"Artie…" she moaned as he began kneading her breasts from behind, teasing her nipples into hard peaks, making the ache in her lower regions grow and wetness pool in her knickers.
He gently turned her around to face him and pulled her up into his lap to straddle him. Arthur kissed her lightly at first before exploring the inside of her mouth with his skilful tongue. His kisses never failed to make her weak in the knees or to forget everything her mother had told her about being a good girl until she was married. She met his tongue and swept across his mouth before meeting his and revelling in the texture of that strong muscle.
As he kissed her breathless, his hands went to work pulling off her favourite violet blouse and tossing it to the side. Arthur's mouth left hers, and he lifted his eyes to hers. She loved his eyes, those clear, bottomless blue eyes that had entranced her from the very beginning.
"Mol, you are so beautiful," Arthur purred into her ear. His hand went to her hair and he pulled her mouth to his again, skilfully turning to lay her on the aromatic hay. Once she was flat on her back, his hand went to her shoulders, sliding the straps of he brassiere to her elbows. "Merlin, I can never get enough of looking at you." He kissed the swell of her breasts that pushed up over the cup of her undergarment.
"Mmm, oh that feels divine, love." Molly's back arched when his mouth surrounded her nipple through the fabric that covered her. She kissed him back deeply as her fingers went to the buttons of his shirt, making short order of them and dragging it down one shoulder.
She gasped as his chest was exposed to her. His nipples were pebble-like and she ached to suck them into her mouth. She met his gaze and ran her hand over his chest, the lightly coloured hairs feeling silky against her fingers. He felt silky and rough at the same time. She never wanted him to stop touching her.
Arthur rolled them to the side and his hands went to her bum, caressing the swell of her buttocks and then squeezing it with his large hands. She let out an encouraging moan and kissed him again, all rational, virginal thoughts flying right out the window. Molly took one of his hands and placed it on the waistband of her skirt, hoping that he'd understand her wordless message.
"Are…are you sure, Molly?" he asked between gasps of breath.
"Arthur, we wouldn't be here if I didn't want this to happen."
At her words, Arthur pulled her skirt down her hips a little too eagerly and pulled her to him again for a searing kiss. Her hands went to his hair and wove her fingers through his rich, red curly locks. She loved his hair, knowing instinctively that should they have children together, they would have glorious ginger hair.
Molly's eyes shot open as she remembered that she had not put on seductive underwear that morning. In the back of her mind, she chastised herself for wearing Nana Knickers that morning. Why didn't I put on the lacy ones?
She was just about to say something to him when Arthur took her hands and placed them on his trousers. The bulge in his trousers filled her hands, and she automatically squeezed.
"Fuck," he whispered.
"Arthur! Don't swear," she whispered into his mouth as she covered his with her own, kissing him again.
He rolled onto his back and held her to him as he thrust his pelvis into her own. Molly ground her hips against his, sending delightful sensations through her body. She wanted more and she wanted it now.
"Make love to me, please, Arthur," she begged, rolling them over so that she lay on her back.
She was more than ready. She desperately wanted to feel him lying naked over her and to know what it was like to have him fill her body with his. Out of nowhere, she realized that some sort of protection was called for on an occasion like this. She tried to concentrate on the spell she'd learned from her mother, but Arthur was making it very difficult for her.
He continued to caress her bare skin, each time dipping underneath her knickers so that she lost her train of thought several times. His mouth was doing wonderful things to the tips of her breasts, and he even made his way down her stomach to dip his tongue into her navel.
"A..Arthur…I dunno. I mean, oh, you need to stop…doing that if I am going to…oh!"
The sensations he caused inside her made her forget the spell she had been thinking of.
His hands finally made their way inside her knickers and found the spot she so desperately wanted him to touch. A finger burrowed its way inside her wet, hot centre.
"Molly…" Arthur was panting and sat back on his haunches to remove his shirt completely. He then pulled her up to her knees and reached round to unfasten her bra. Her breasts spilled forward, and he groaned in satisfaction as she was finally revealed to him. Without looking away, he pulled his trousers and boxer shorts down his hips and removed them completely, exposing himself to her.
"Oh, Arthur…" she moaned breathlessly. Her skirt and knickers were soon disposed of, and she lay back seductively on the hay. One of her hands went to her womanhood and a finger began stroking her clitoris, eliciting moans of pleasure from her lips and groans of frustration from Arthur.
With her other hand, she began stroking his warm, rigid flesh and swiped her thumb across the head, making it twitch in response. She smiled when she discovered he even had freckles on his penis.
"Is…is something wrong, love?" he asked, his hands beginning to play with her breasts and nipples.
"No, not at all. Weasleys have freckles everywhere."
Arthur's impressive blush spread across his face, making him all the more attractive to her.
"Are you ready?" he asked shyly. She noticed he was shaking slightly and his eyes were full of love.
"Absolutely, Arthur."
He sank to his knees and put one of his hands on the floor of the hayloft while the other took hold of his throbbing cock. Molly spread her legs as wide as possible, inviting him in. He answered her invitation and placed the tip of his erection to her opening, thrusting his hips forward.
"Oh!" Molly let out in shock, feeling him fill her and break through her barrier. A few tears escaped her eyes from the sharp pain. They both began shaking, and Arthur sank onto both elbows.
"Molly…"
"Shh…just give me a bit." Her breathing increased, and soon she was feeling something that she hoped was pleasure. "Okay, go ahead and—"
She was cut off by Arthur's howl and felt him empty inside her, filling her with his seed and collapsing onto her.
Is that it? Is there anything else?
Arthur's breathing had settled a bit, and he looked up at her with a silly smile on his face.
"Wow…" he whispered, placing tiny kisses along her jaw line. His body slipped out of her and he idly stroked her stomach and breasts. Molly tried to smile at him, but he caught her unease. "What's the matter?" He raised up on his elbow to lean over her.
"I—I, well, er, uh, that was all?"
"Oh, Molly! I'm so sorry. It was just…so…good in there. You didn't…?"
She shook her head and bit her bottom lip. "No."
"Molly…"
"It's alright, Arthur." She couldn't help the sound of disappointment in her voice. "I love you."
"But it wasn't…good for you," he whined.
"It will be next time…"
Arthur and Molly spent a great deal of time up in that hayloft that lovely spring afternoon. They eventually got the hang of it and enjoyed the new activity a few times more.
About two month later, Molly anxiously stood outside Arthur's family home, wringing her hands while she drew up the courage to knock on the door. With a deep breath, she rapped a few times and waited, praying silently that Mrs. Weasley wouldn't answer the door.
The door swung open to reveal Arthur, looking fetching in his work robes. He'd recently started working at the Ministry, something he was very excited about.
"Molly! What a pleasant surprise!" He pulled her into his arms and kissed her soundly. "Do you want to come in?" Arthur stepped aside for her to enter.
"No—no, Arthur. Can we go for a walk? I have something to tell you…"
