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Of Children to Come, and Families to Be
Charlie prepares to return to the Burrow, with a sackful of presents on his back, and a ring on his finger.
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Part 11 – Field Shelter #27, The Tower, 08 December
“I'm such a silly sod. Three days, is all it will be. Three short days, of which, two will be spent traveling and checking in and then checking back out. Hardly a blink of a bloody eye.”
Charlie, lying flat on his stomach with his arms folded beneath his chin, stares over the foot of the bed into the orange and yellow flames that dance about the heavy pine logs in the fireplace before him. The old bed beneath him sways slightly as Mayumi works her hands into his oiled skin, massaging the muscles of his back, shoulders, and neck. He turns slightly, resting his head upon his forearm, and closes his eyes, content to enjoy her ministrations.
“We'll only be apart for three days. She'll finish up her rotation, then we'll both have time off, all the way up through Christmas and New Years. And she has her family.”
Charlie thinks back to early November, and the experience of meeting the Zark family. He had been so nervous at first, before even having met them formally. Her father, Shinkazu, was an imposing figure, especially in his riding gear.
After all was said and done, he had felt rather foolish for his apprehension. He had sensed some of the distance that May and her father have between them, though the afternoon of the dinner was a very comfortable one. Since then, Mayumi seemed to open up a little bit more concerning her family. Charlie was secretly glad. “Families are important,”he says to himself. Then, as his thoughts slip sideways, he asks himself, “I wonder what May thinks of having children?”
Opening his eyes slowly, Charlie asks through scrunched lips, “May?”
“Yes, lover?”
Charlie begins to try to roll over onto his back. Mayumi, straddling his thighs as she was massaging him, lifts up slightly to let him finish, then settles back down.
As he gazes up at her beauty, lit enticingly by the firelight, with her silk robe open at the front, Charlie almost forgets his train of thought. Then it comes back to him, as he stares lovingly into the uniqueness of her bewitching gray eyes. “Love, have you ever thought about having children?”
A smile, the type you see on the adorable face of a child when they first reach the railing at the top of the stairs on Christmas morning, brightens Mayumi's face to the point that her eyes begin to moisten. Charlie smiles up at her, lifting his left hand to her right cheek. She places her own hands over it, and feels his thumb smudge the wet tear that begins to run down her cheek, into her skin. May leans forwards until she lays upon his chest, and kisses him. As she feels his arms go around her, she lets her head rest against his collarbone.
“Does this mean you have thought about children?”
She lifts her head, and slips her arms over his chest to prop herself up in order to look into his eyes. “Hai!” she says softly. “Ever since I met you, and you told me about your family; showing me the picture of them, then sharing those wonderful memories with me, I've thought of having a family with you.” She pauses and simply smiles adoringly at him, seeing it returned in earnest. Then, she asks, “What about you?”
Without hesitation, he answers, “Hai! I'd like many children – with you, my love.”
After they share a moment of kissing, May asks tentatively, “Charlie, did you just propose to me?”
With a soft smile upon his face, he replies, “I want to talk to your father first and ask for his blessing, before I formally ask you.”
May looks reflective as she digests the idea of Charlie wishing to ask her father first. “Why should we need his blessing at all?” she asks herself.
She lowers her head and rests it on her folded arms. Then, she slips her arms out, resting herself directly on his chest, as she wraps her arms around his shoulders. She continues to reflect on her thoughts, until Charlie interrupts her.
“May?”
“Ummm?”, she replies, not lifting her head.
“Asking your father is important to me. I mean, sure it is just a formality to some, and no matter what his answer will be, I'm going to ask you to marry me. But if we are going to be married, and when we do have children, I want them to be proud of their heritage, both on my side of the family, and on your side. I could never think of depriving them of their birthright. And I don't think you could, either.”
Several minutes go by, as the two of them hold the other, each thinking about the future to come. May stirs first, looking up to Charlie, and shifts her body to his left side. She pulls him over onto herself, re-arranging her legs and hips until she is comfortable beneath him. She lifts her arms to caress his face, holding it in place as she kisses him. His ardent response is tonic to her disquiet.
Later that evening, having bathed in the grotto below, and supped on a hearty stew over rice, followed by flavored ices, May and Charlie sit on cushions before the fire, wrapping the Christmas presents that Charlie would be taking back with him to England the next morning. Dressed only in a thin pair of panties, and one of Charlie's favorite flannel shirts, which she vowed to wear for the next three days during his absence, May is using some spells Charlie had been teaching her to manipulate the wrapping tissues and the ribbons and bows. Charlie notes that her practical magic skills, while somewhat retarded by the problems she had at Magic School during her five years there, were coming along nicely. Secretly, he hoped that he would have the chance to bring May back to England someday soon, where she could be taught defensive magic by one of the members of the Order, or even by Harry, as his reputation with Dumbledore's Army seemed to be spreading fast.
Soon, the presents are stacked and bound. Charlie had already packed, as he intended to leave at daybreak. He would have a few papers to fill out at the Warden Office before taking his leave. A message had arrived via floo earlier informing him there would also be a courier package awaiting him for the Ministry Office in London. The good news is that he would also have a direct-to-London Portkey available, courtesy of Lord Aramys. Normally, any Wardens heading back to the UK would have to Portkey to either Paris or Hamburg first, then on to London.
“Your family is going to love what you bought for them,” says May, as she finishes pouring two mugs of Hot Chocolate. Carefully, she hands them both to Charlie, who holds them as she maneuvers her way into the circle of cushioned floor space between his outstretched and spread legs. She sits down with her back to him, folding her lithe legs together, and leans back against him. She takes her mug back as Charlie then wraps her up in his legs and the old afghan from the bed, which he places over her lap. Careful to avoid getting her long hair in one of the wide mouth mugs, she gathers it over her left shoulder, letting it spill loosely over her front.
“I hope they do. Have I told you how much I appreciate the advice you gave me for gifts for my Mother and Ginny?”
As his heated tongue and warm lips nibble on her right ear and lobe, May giggles slightly, answering, “Only about a dozen times!”
Molly Weasley would receive a very warm, hand made, night robe this year from Charlie. Tomas, Charlie's good friend, and brother to Jeena, one of Charlie's ex-girlfriends, had picked it up for him on one of his frequent trips into the town of Covasna, which was one of the closest of the Muggle towns to the Dragon Preserve. For Ginny, hidden deep inside a new Leather made book bag so that their mother would not see it, was a delicately wrapped, thin box, containing lacy new undergarments, suitable for a young witch her age. Mayumi had done the shopping for those.
With some help, Charlie had done the shopping for everyone else. Ron would receive a copy of Janusz's “The Quidditch Year in Review” for 1996. Containing every statistic for every professional, and semi-pro, league game played in the past year, anywhere; along with individual stats and backgrounds on every player on every team. There was even a compendium for up and coming youngsters in the schools for both the Euro League (Durmstrang, Beauxbatons, and Hogwarts) and the Mediterranean League (Barcelona, Vieste (It.), Alexandria, and Istanbul). Charlie had found a pair of carved walking canes for Fred and George, the young entrepreneurs. For Percy, a new Dragonhide valise. For Bill, Charlie had purchased a case of locally made, Japanese Sake. Understanding Bill's fiancee, Fleur, would be there, Charlie and May had both found a small piece of art which represented the Carpathian Mountains, lit by the setting sun. The mosiac, comprised of small pieces of Dragon Eggshell, each which was colored using Egg Tempera paint, was beautifully made by the wife of one of the Senior Wardens. Finally, for his Father, and suggested by the Muggle husband of one of the female Dragon Wardens, Charlie had Tomas purchase for him an “Erector Set”, which was some sort of Muggle toy.
For awhile, they simply sit quietly, drinking from their mugs until they were either empty, or too cool to be enjoyed any longer.
As the fire begins to diminish, they both decide it is time for bed, and get up from their seated positions. May lets Charlie use the small lavatory first, while she puts away the materials for the hot chocolate. She places the dirty mugs into the large tub of warm wash water, deciding to let them soak overnight.
As Charlie returns, May excuses herself, telling him to go ahead and get under the covers and 'warm up' the bed. Charlie banks the fire, and shovels several scoops of hot coals into special buckets that they usually place about the room, and in the lavatory, to keep the night chills away.
Then, having laid out his clothes for the morning, he undresses and slips beneath the cold sheets of the bed.
Several minutes go by, and as Charlie begins to wonder about May, she opens the door and steps out. She quickly places the bucket of hot coals inside the small lavatory and then closes the door to keep the heat in. She then heads for the bed, removing Charlie's shirt and her panties along the way.
“Scoot over, lover.”
Charlie slides over to the cool side, while holding the sheet and blanket open for her.
Gathering her long hair together, May slips into bed. She shivers momentarily until Charlie pulls the covers up over the both of them. She tucks her self into his waiting arms, feeling his warm flesh against her cool skin.
“Charlie?”
“Yes, darling?”
“I... I want you to wear something for me, while you are gone.”
Piqued, Charlie props himself up on his elbow, looking down into her eyes, as she rolls onto her back. “What is it, May?”
“This... A ring, that I made.”
“A ring?”
May opened her closed palm, which had been carefully concealing the object hidden within. She reached for Charlie's right hand, and over the third finger, she slipped a woven turk's head knot ring, made from a portion of her own, long black hair.
Charlie leans back over to the table behind him, reaching for his wand. Retrieving it, he casts, /“Lumos”/. The tip begins to glow, until it is bright enough to see the ring better. Flat on his back now, he holds up his right hand, while holding the wand in his left.
“May, that's... wonderful!” He examines it closely, studying every little hair, and how they wind in and out all around the ring.
“You don't mind?”
Extinguishing his wand, then placing it once again on the small, bedside table, Charlie rolls back to face May front-to-front. He lifts his hand to brush the hair from her eyes, which glisten slightly.
“I love it, darling Mayumi!”, he whispers. He leans in and kisses her, feeling her respond with enthusiasm. They kiss and neck for several minutes, before Charlie stops. He then says, “May, does this mean you're proposing to me?”
With mock anger, May growls at him, causing him to laugh. She reaches around to his backside, pinches a fingerful of his soft flesh, then twists it.
“Owww,” he laughs. “That's going to leave a bruise, you bully!”
“Bully?” she says, growling aloud, “I'll show you!”
She pushes Charlie onto his back, straddles his body with her thighs, reaches up and pins his two wrists to the bed above his head. Charlie continues to laugh, up 'til the point her lips meet his, and they kiss. Then she begins to kiss his chin and face, then along his jaw and his neck. Slowly, she makes her way down the neck until she reaches the collarbone.
Charlie stops laughing as he begins to respond to her actions with a degree of heated passion. Suddenly, she sucks on the skin in her mouth, then bites down.
A moan escapes his diaphragm, before he has the chance to say anything else.
May lets go of his wrists, though they stay in place.
With a evil smile, May says, “Now that's a bruise!”
Charlie smiles, as his hands slide slowly down to her knees, then up her thighs to her hips. He reaches up further, discovering with both hands how aroused she has become. Slowly, he rolls her hard nipples under the palms of his hands. With a deep growl of his own, he says in a deep-voiced whisper, “Come here, my little Queen Dragon.”
Covering his hands with hers as her excitement builds, May leans all the way forward until her lips crush his in a heated kiss. As she balances on his two hands, she makes a quick movement with her pelvis, and feels his hardness penetrate her fully, completing their union.
“I'm such a silly sod. Three days, is all it will be. Three short days, of which, two will be spent traveling and checking in and then checking back out. Hardly a blink of a bloody eye.”
Charlie, lying flat on his stomach with his arms folded beneath his chin, stares over the foot of the bed into the orange and yellow flames that dance about the heavy pine logs in the fireplace before him. The old bed beneath him sways slightly as Mayumi works her hands into his oiled skin, massaging the muscles of his back, shoulders, and neck. He turns slightly, resting his head upon his forearm, and closes his eyes, content to enjoy her ministrations.
“We'll only be apart for three days. She'll finish up her rotation, then we'll both have time off, all the way up through Christmas and New Years. And she has her family.”
Charlie thinks back to early November, and the experience of meeting the Zark family. He had been so nervous at first, before even having met them formally. Her father, Shinkazu, was an imposing figure, especially in his riding gear.
After all was said and done, he had felt rather foolish for his apprehension. He had sensed some of the distance that May and her father have between them, though the afternoon of the dinner was a very comfortable one. Since then, Mayumi seemed to open up a little bit more concerning her family. Charlie was secretly glad. “Families are important,”he says to himself. Then, as his thoughts slip sideways, he asks himself, “I wonder what May thinks of having children?”
Opening his eyes slowly, Charlie asks through scrunched lips, “May?”
“Yes, lover?”
Charlie begins to try to roll over onto his back. Mayumi, straddling his thighs as she was massaging him, lifts up slightly to let him finish, then settles back down.
As he gazes up at her beauty, lit enticingly by the firelight, with her silk robe open at the front, Charlie almost forgets his train of thought. Then it comes back to him, as he stares lovingly into the uniqueness of her bewitching gray eyes. “Love, have you ever thought about having children?”
A smile, the type you see on the adorable face of a child when they first reach the railing at the top of the stairs on Christmas morning, brightens Mayumi's face to the point that her eyes begin to moisten. Charlie smiles up at her, lifting his left hand to her right cheek. She places her own hands over it, and feels his thumb smudge the wet tear that begins to run down her cheek, into her skin. May leans forwards until she lays upon his chest, and kisses him. As she feels his arms go around her, she lets her head rest against his collarbone.
“Does this mean you have thought about children?”
She lifts her head, and slips her arms over his chest to prop herself up in order to look into his eyes. “Hai!” she says softly. “Ever since I met you, and you told me about your family; showing me the picture of them, then sharing those wonderful memories with me, I've thought of having a family with you.” She pauses and simply smiles adoringly at him, seeing it returned in earnest. Then, she asks, “What about you?”
Without hesitation, he answers, “Hai! I'd like many children – with you, my love.”
After they share a moment of kissing, May asks tentatively, “Charlie, did you just propose to me?”
With a soft smile upon his face, he replies, “I want to talk to your father first and ask for his blessing, before I formally ask you.”
May looks reflective as she digests the idea of Charlie wishing to ask her father first. “Why should we need his blessing at all?” she asks herself.
She lowers her head and rests it on her folded arms. Then, she slips her arms out, resting herself directly on his chest, as she wraps her arms around his shoulders. She continues to reflect on her thoughts, until Charlie interrupts her.
“May?”
“Ummm?”, she replies, not lifting her head.
“Asking your father is important to me. I mean, sure it is just a formality to some, and no matter what his answer will be, I'm going to ask you to marry me. But if we are going to be married, and when we do have children, I want them to be proud of their heritage, both on my side of the family, and on your side. I could never think of depriving them of their birthright. And I don't think you could, either.”
Several minutes go by, as the two of them hold the other, each thinking about the future to come. May stirs first, looking up to Charlie, and shifts her body to his left side. She pulls him over onto herself, re-arranging her legs and hips until she is comfortable beneath him. She lifts her arms to caress his face, holding it in place as she kisses him. His ardent response is tonic to her disquiet.
Later that evening, having bathed in the grotto below, and supped on a hearty stew over rice, followed by flavored ices, May and Charlie sit on cushions before the fire, wrapping the Christmas presents that Charlie would be taking back with him to England the next morning. Dressed only in a thin pair of panties, and one of Charlie's favorite flannel shirts, which she vowed to wear for the next three days during his absence, May is using some spells Charlie had been teaching her to manipulate the wrapping tissues and the ribbons and bows. Charlie notes that her practical magic skills, while somewhat retarded by the problems she had at Magic School during her five years there, were coming along nicely. Secretly, he hoped that he would have the chance to bring May back to England someday soon, where she could be taught defensive magic by one of the members of the Order, or even by Harry, as his reputation with Dumbledore's Army seemed to be spreading fast.
Soon, the presents are stacked and bound. Charlie had already packed, as he intended to leave at daybreak. He would have a few papers to fill out at the Warden Office before taking his leave. A message had arrived via floo earlier informing him there would also be a courier package awaiting him for the Ministry Office in London. The good news is that he would also have a direct-to-London Portkey available, courtesy of Lord Aramys. Normally, any Wardens heading back to the UK would have to Portkey to either Paris or Hamburg first, then on to London.
“Your family is going to love what you bought for them,” says May, as she finishes pouring two mugs of Hot Chocolate. Carefully, she hands them both to Charlie, who holds them as she maneuvers her way into the circle of cushioned floor space between his outstretched and spread legs. She sits down with her back to him, folding her lithe legs together, and leans back against him. She takes her mug back as Charlie then wraps her up in his legs and the old afghan from the bed, which he places over her lap. Careful to avoid getting her long hair in one of the wide mouth mugs, she gathers it over her left shoulder, letting it spill loosely over her front.
“I hope they do. Have I told you how much I appreciate the advice you gave me for gifts for my Mother and Ginny?”
As his heated tongue and warm lips nibble on her right ear and lobe, May giggles slightly, answering, “Only about a dozen times!”
Molly Weasley would receive a very warm, hand made, night robe this year from Charlie. Tomas, Charlie's good friend, and brother to Jeena, one of Charlie's ex-girlfriends, had picked it up for him on one of his frequent trips into the town of Covasna, which was one of the closest of the Muggle towns to the Dragon Preserve. For Ginny, hidden deep inside a new Leather made book bag so that their mother would not see it, was a delicately wrapped, thin box, containing lacy new undergarments, suitable for a young witch her age. Mayumi had done the shopping for those.
With some help, Charlie had done the shopping for everyone else. Ron would receive a copy of Janusz's “The Quidditch Year in Review” for 1996. Containing every statistic for every professional, and semi-pro, league game played in the past year, anywhere; along with individual stats and backgrounds on every player on every team. There was even a compendium for up and coming youngsters in the schools for both the Euro League (Durmstrang, Beauxbatons, and Hogwarts) and the Mediterranean League (Barcelona, Vieste (It.), Alexandria, and Istanbul). Charlie had found a pair of carved walking canes for Fred and George, the young entrepreneurs. For Percy, a new Dragonhide valise. For Bill, Charlie had purchased a case of locally made, Japanese Sake. Understanding Bill's fiancee, Fleur, would be there, Charlie and May had both found a small piece of art which represented the Carpathian Mountains, lit by the setting sun. The mosiac, comprised of small pieces of Dragon Eggshell, each which was colored using Egg Tempera paint, was beautifully made by the wife of one of the Senior Wardens. Finally, for his Father, and suggested by the Muggle husband of one of the female Dragon Wardens, Charlie had Tomas purchase for him an “Erector Set”, which was some sort of Muggle toy.
For awhile, they simply sit quietly, drinking from their mugs until they were either empty, or too cool to be enjoyed any longer.
As the fire begins to diminish, they both decide it is time for bed, and get up from their seated positions. May lets Charlie use the small lavatory first, while she puts away the materials for the hot chocolate. She places the dirty mugs into the large tub of warm wash water, deciding to let them soak overnight.
As Charlie returns, May excuses herself, telling him to go ahead and get under the covers and 'warm up' the bed. Charlie banks the fire, and shovels several scoops of hot coals into special buckets that they usually place about the room, and in the lavatory, to keep the night chills away.
Then, having laid out his clothes for the morning, he undresses and slips beneath the cold sheets of the bed.
Several minutes go by, and as Charlie begins to wonder about May, she opens the door and steps out. She quickly places the bucket of hot coals inside the small lavatory and then closes the door to keep the heat in. She then heads for the bed, removing Charlie's shirt and her panties along the way.
“Scoot over, lover.”
Charlie slides over to the cool side, while holding the sheet and blanket open for her.
Gathering her long hair together, May slips into bed. She shivers momentarily until Charlie pulls the covers up over the both of them. She tucks her self into his waiting arms, feeling his warm flesh against her cool skin.
“Charlie?”
“Yes, darling?”
“I... I want you to wear something for me, while you are gone.”
Piqued, Charlie props himself up on his elbow, looking down into her eyes, as she rolls onto her back. “What is it, May?”
“This... A ring, that I made.”
“A ring?”
May opened her closed palm, which had been carefully concealing the object hidden within. She reached for Charlie's right hand, and over the third finger, she slipped a woven turk's head knot ring, made from a portion of her own, long black hair.
Charlie leans back over to the table behind him, reaching for his wand. Retrieving it, he casts, /“Lumos”/. The tip begins to glow, until it is bright enough to see the ring better. Flat on his back now, he holds up his right hand, while holding the wand in his left.
“May, that's... wonderful!” He examines it closely, studying every little hair, and how they wind in and out all around the ring.
“You don't mind?”
Extinguishing his wand, then placing it once again on the small, bedside table, Charlie rolls back to face May front-to-front. He lifts his hand to brush the hair from her eyes, which glisten slightly.
“I love it, darling Mayumi!”, he whispers. He leans in and kisses her, feeling her respond with enthusiasm. They kiss and neck for several minutes, before Charlie stops. He then says, “May, does this mean you're proposing to me?”
With mock anger, May growls at him, causing him to laugh. She reaches around to his backside, pinches a fingerful of his soft flesh, then twists it.
“Owww,” he laughs. “That's going to leave a bruise, you bully!”
“Bully?” she says, growling aloud, “I'll show you!”
She pushes Charlie onto his back, straddles his body with her thighs, reaches up and pins his two wrists to the bed above his head. Charlie continues to laugh, up 'til the point her lips meet his, and they kiss. Then she begins to kiss his chin and face, then along his jaw and his neck. Slowly, she makes her way down the neck until she reaches the collarbone.
Charlie stops laughing as he begins to respond to her actions with a degree of heated passion. Suddenly, she sucks on the skin in her mouth, then bites down.
A moan escapes his diaphragm, before he has the chance to say anything else.
May lets go of his wrists, though they stay in place.
With a evil smile, May says, “Now that's a bruise!”
Charlie smiles, as his hands slide slowly down to her knees, then up her thighs to her hips. He reaches up further, discovering with both hands how aroused she has become. Slowly, he rolls her hard nipples under the palms of his hands. With a deep growl of his own, he says in a deep-voiced whisper, “Come here, my little Queen Dragon.”
Covering his hands with hers as her excitement builds, May leans all the way forward until her lips crush his in a heated kiss. As she balances on his two hands, she makes a quick movement with her pelvis, and feels his hardness penetrate her fully, completing their union.
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