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"I never hint." His hands play with her hair: she's irresistable.

He loves her so.

She giggles again. "Nooooon, you are a man of action. Very forceful action."

She taps the button with the tip of her wand and it stitches itself in place. Now she as two buttons! "I wonder how long thiz will last."

"Sit and tell me how thingz went today!"

He takes a seat, tugging at her arm to join him. Bill rests his elbow on the table, his chin on his hand. "I spoke to the goblins."

Taking Fleur's hand in his, he gives it a squeeze. "They said they'll have me back, and they said they need me in Egypt. But they want me there soon, or else the deal is off." Bill studies his wife's eyes. "So I ask you: what do you want us to do? I won't go without you."

She thinks. "Full time? We live there? Are they giving us a house or do we have to pick our own?" She is making a budget in her head. She was a banker, you know.

A lot of questions: they're all good ones. "Part-time. Well, half-time, love. Half the month there, half the month here. I wouldn't want to give up our London flat, especially since we've beat down that poltergeist in the oven." Bill grins. "We can get another one in Luxor; it's... well, it's a lovely enough city. On either side: the wizarding side or the Muggle side. I know them both, and it shouldn't be too difficult to find a place. I'm not subjecting you to the boarding house I stayed at there."

He squeezes her hand. "It's different there, though: you'll have to leave that shirt here. Or else only wear it when it's just the two of us. They still do things in a rather more conservative way there, you know. They like their human bodies well-covered. I don't want to stifle your freedom, but there will be different rules to follow."

He wonders what secrets they'll find there, however. It's a beautiful warm ancient country, full of mysteries. He loves it there.

"What about your modeling? I wouldn't ask you to give that up."

She wrinkles her nose. "...the wizarding side, then. They might understand my..." She twirls a bit of her hair and watches it for a moment. "They might take what I am a little easier. Hopefully."

She snorts. "My photographerz will think me more exotic and intoxicating if I say I must move to a far off country for my 'usband'z work. I will get more work and maybe one or two coming to Egypt for me."

"I love what you are and who you are, Missus." Leaning forward, he drops a kiss on the very tip of her nose. "They'll love you too, my dear. No matter which side of things we're on, they'll love you. But there is rather a sweet French bakery on the wizarding side of things. I'm quite sure you could tell them exactly what they need to improve."

Reaching into the inner pockets of his jacket, he unfolds a newspaper and hands it to Fleur. "Look, this is the Luxor wizarding paper. They've got their own classified section if you want to look." This has a familiar ring to it; it wasn't so very long ago they did this with the London papers.

Bill's excited at the prospect. He's missed Egypt and he's missed doing his job in familiar surroundings, to be sure. "Oh, and I told them that under no circumstances would I take another curse-breaking assignment in Roman London."

He wanted to make that perfectly clear for all their sakes.

She touches his cheek. He still has a fine scar under his eye. "I am glad." She kisses him, just a warm, familiar thing.

"I want one with a balcony thiz time! Can I have one? Can I? And fill it with antiques?"

She makes him smile: he's loved her from the moment he saw her.

In the newspaper.

When he finally met her in person, he felt as if his mouth was glued shut and his feet stuck to the floor. Overwhelmed would be an understatement. And now to think they're husband and wife... some days, he simply can't believe his good fortune.

"I wouldn't think of a flat without one. A grand balcony overlooking the bazaar? Would that be too noisy for you? Where we can watch the antique dealers unload their wares, and simply Summon the ones we care to take?"

Living on the Wizarding side somewhere certainly makes sense. "And I'll bring you fresh croissants every morning, and rare gemstones every night."

Bill loves loving her, and he loves that she loves him. It brings a bit of perfection to what could be a very hectic life. "Shall we take this upstairs and look at the flats to let, or do you want to do that here? Either is fine."

I love you.

She giggles. "You juste want to make me really naked not mostly."

She takes his hand. "Come on. I am sure we will find a better place to stay if you do not have pants on."

"And I'm quite sure we'll find a better place to stay if we pretend I never gave you that spare button." Smiling, he takes her hand and that newspaper and leads her toward the door. And just maybe on the way, he can't help but see how she feels through that fabric.

It's what they do. And it doesn't even particularly violate any of Bernard's rules for the bar... though if it did, Bill wouldn't let that stop him.