AN: I might have a thing for writing about showers… at least we know they're clean? Title from The Pretty Reckless song Make Me Wanna Die

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Everything in Your Eyes

"You keep saying that your wolf likes me and, apparently, he wants to claim me… how do you know?" Hermione asked cautiously as she stepped into the shower. Bill swallowed hard but did not immediately answer.

"Bill…" she stopped his fidgeting with a hand gently placed on his chest, her brown eyes searching his blue ones.

"It's hard to explain…" He sighed, ignoring her pleading eyes to thoroughly soak her curls before working a bit of shampoo through them. She sighed as he massaged her scalp, fighting his attempts at distraction.

"Could you try?" She pressed, allowing him to work conditioner through her hair, stilling his hands before he could pick up the body wash and ignore her. He sighed heavily and turned his back to her when she twirled her finger so she could wash his hair.

"Essentially, something about your smell is appealing. Not just the things normal humans can smell, but your pheromones... He thinks you'd make good babies… Merlin help me… if that isn't what every young witch wants to hear? 'Oi, my inner wolf thinks you smell good and would make good babies. How about I screw some kids into you and scar you for life by only almost ripping your throat out?'" She couldn't help the small bubble of laughter than spilled over at his self-deprecating tone.

"You haven't tried to actually mark me Bill, nor have you said a word about babies until just now…" she teased, trying to ease his discomfort as she finger combed the conditioner through his hard.

"If you want to kick me out forever I'll understand…" Bill groaned in frustration, stepping away from her to scrub his hands over his face.

"Bill…" Hermione turned him to face her again and took his face in her hands, tracing over the scars left by Fenrir and refusing to let him pull away from her.

"I'm not going to kick you out forever just because the animal inside of you wants to breed with me. You're in charge of what you do, not your wolf, and I know you respect me enough to keep my wants and needs in mind. Do you have any idea how often you make sure I'm okay when you don't even have to? You're bathing me for Merlin's sake… and none of this 'aftercare' you're always on about. There's no rule that you have to wash me, you just enjoy it. And I think that's sweet..." She pushed onto her toes and kissed his lips, pulling him lower so she could kiss the scars he was so self-conscious about.

"What are you doing?" He whispered, struggling to open his eyes as she continued to pepper his face with kisses.

"Aftercare," she smiled against his cheek when he groaned in frustration at her joke.

"Hermione…" he carefully pulled her off of him, their eyes locking.

"Yes?"

"What are you doing really?"

"Aftercare, like I said. You feel like a beast for dominating me, even though I asked you to do it, and you're beating yourself up inside because you enjoyed doing it. And it's complete nonsense, we're both consenting adults here, Bill. So… I'm reminding you that when I agreed to shag you I knew it meant shagging all of you. Not just the parts the rest of the world deems prettiest," she cupped his scarred cheek in her hand again, gently caressing the skin with her thumb.

"You don't mean to tell me you find my lycanthropy attractive…" he chuckled darkly, not believing it.

"I mean to tell you that I fancy all of you. Not just the human parts. At the end of the day, it's all a part of you. And fancying you means accepting all of you. It's also sort of sexy when you growl and howl at me…"

"I growl and howl at you?" His eyes widened in concern.

"Mmmhmm. When the wolf takes over just before you cum, you growl and sound like you're holding back a howl."

"That's horrifying…"

"No, it's sexy. It's like you want me so bad you can't keep it together. It's sort of ego boosting… now finish rinsing your hair so I can wash the rest of you..." she explained, looping an arm around his midsection and pulling him back under the stream of hot water. He chuckled and leaned into her touch this time when she stroked his cheek.

"You're not at all what I expected," he smiled down at her, removing her hand from his face and kissing the palm before leaning down to kiss her deeply.

His lips traveled over her cheek and down to her jaw, licking and nipping at the flesh as he approached her throat.

"Bill…" she groaned, tipping her head back and feeling the water beat on her face.

"You taste so good… every part of you…" he groaned, licking his way between her breasts before stalling to trace his fingers over the purple scar there, feeling the dark magic emanating from it.

"That feels nice…" she sighed, her chest flooding with a prickle of warmth as he glided over the jagged mark.

"I'm barely touching you…" his voice sounded mildly concerned, fingertips barely brushing the marred skin.

"What?" She straightened up and watched the curious way he seemed to be drawn to her scar and the way she responded to his touching it.

"Hermione, how did you get this scar?" He stood again, searching her face.

"Dolohov hit me with a curse. He was silenced so we don't know what it was, but best guess is it was one of his own devising. It was years ago, the scar didn't appear until months after. I only know it's from that because of the colour, it matches the light that came from his wand…" she explained, brows knitting in concern as he leaned in to carefully examine the mark.

"Dark magic. Has it responded like that to being touched before?" he carefully stroked it, sending a shiver straight through her.

"No…" she admitted, stopping him from touching it.

"I think it's reacting to the darkness in me…"

"You don't have dark magic though, how can it be reacting like that?" she shook her head, unwilling to accept that response.

"Lycanthropy may not be inherently evil, Hermione, but Fenrir was and it was his infection and magic that gave me my inner wolf. The little bit of his magic that's there must be interacting with the magic that created your scar."

"Why does it feel so…good... if it's dark magic?" She swallowed, noting that his eyes were slightly more gold now.

"I think it's like calling to like. It's interesting… I think we'd need to research it more to find out exactly what is going on." Bill broke his focus on her scar, frowning when he saw her face.

"You okay?"

"It's all just a little discombobulating." She admitted, allowing him to gather her to him in a strong embrace.

"Let's get you washed up and tucked in bed, yeah?" he soothed, kissing the top of her wet curls.

"Only if you're coming with me," she sighed, planting a kiss on his chest as she stepped away from him.

"Try and stop me." He chuckled good-naturedly when she smacked his chest and rolled her eyes.

They washed and rinsed, casting quick drying charms to avoid dealing with the mess of tangles both of their heads were likely to be after a night of sleeping on wet hair.

"Want me to treat those?" Bill kneeled down next to her, delicately tracing the bruises he'd left on her hips.

"No, I actually sort of like them…" she blushed slightly, colour deepening when he kissed each one.

"Some submissives like to see the after effects, some don't. If you like them, we'll leave them… how about these?" he kissed the love bites he'd left on her neck and shoulder.

"Those can stay too, at least until we see your mother… then they come off." She laughed, a small sigh escaping her lips when he smiled against her neck and kissed the spot under her ear where the skin was thinnest.

"Might have a few more by then. We'll have to check you over really carefully before dinner on Sunday…" he teased, lifting her off her feet and cradling her in his arms.

"You do like to move me about don't you?" She laughed, looping her arms around his neck and kissing his cheek as he moved her to the bedroom.

"Makes me feel manly," he shrugged as he set her back down and went in search of his boxer briefs.

"You don't feel manly all the time? Have you seen yourself?" She chuckled, summoning a clean pair of knickers and a sleep shirt from her dresser.

"Is that a Gryffindor Quidditch jersey? Who's practice kit did you steal, Granger?" He laughed as he hopped on the bed and rolled her playfully so he could read her back.

"Weasley? Guessing it's not Ginny's by the size… or Ron's. Which one of my other brothers have you been stealing clothes from?" Bill turned her back over, crossing his arms in mock judgment.

"I think this one is probably Charlie's… see the captain's stripe?" She pointed out the black band on the sleeve.

"If you'd been shagging Charlie he never would have shut up about it… how did you end up with his jersey?" Bill looked truly surprised.

"We've never shagged, no. But he did lend it to me when the twins ruined my blouse two Christmases ago. It was one of the only things he still had at The Burrow. Honestly, I think he was happy to see someone wearing it again. He got too broad for it… he wrestles dragons you know? Very manly profession, super sexy..." she teased, squeaking when he lept at her and tried to tug the jersey off. He managed only to expose her stomach, kissing across the band of her knickers and over her navel.

"Curse breaking can be just as sexy, witch, and just as dangerous…" he growled as he kissed his way up her body, removing the offensive jersey as he went.

"You know I have clothing nicked off all your brothers right? Even Percy… might even have something of your dad's…" Hermione let him pull the top off her, settling into his arms when he spooned her.

"Why do you have so much Weasley clothing?" he laughed, perplexed.

"I lived there for a while, remember? It was easy enough to steal things from the line on laundry day if it looked like it might be comfy to sleep in," she laughed.

"You don't have anything of mine. I stopped keeping clothed there ages ago…" he grumbled, nuzzling into her curls.

"Yet," she emphasized, sighing happily when he grunted in approval and tightened his hold on her.

She felt better rested than she had all week waking up tangled up with Bill. She couldn't rightly tell where her body ended and he began. Their limbs were twisted and wrapped together, her long brown curls blending with his red locks where they'd fallen over her shoulder. She smiled to herself, enjoying the absurdity of their positioning. Bill really was the only partner she'd been with that was large enough to cage her in like this without being overwhelming. The scent of him so close to her caused a riot in her blood, stirring the beginnings of lust she made come to associate only with the oldest Weasley brother.

Wicked thoughts ran through her mind, a moan accidentally escaping her lips as she pictured the things he had done to her the night before and the things she hoped he would do to her in the days to come. She squeezed her thighs together to try and relieve the ache, not daring to let her fingers go wandering when he held her so closely.

"Stop squirming…" he mumbled into her hair, disentangling himself while keeping her pinned to his chest.

He rocked against her ever so slightly, the feel of his morning erection sending a zing straight to her core. He continued to hold her in place, snaking the other hand over her hip and slipping it down the front of her knickers.

"Bill…" she breathed voice still filled with sleep.

"Shhh…" he kissed her shoulder as he positioned himself slightly, slowly swirling his fingers over her clit. She moaned at his touch, arching back against him, her arse grinding against his cock. She almost missed him wordlessly vanishing her knickers.

"Don't move and don't make a sound until you're ready to cum…" he growled in her ear, continuing to touch her.

She bit her lip to keep from moaning as he pinched and stroke. He teased her slit, just barely dipping into her heat.

"I know you dreamed about me touching you last night, Hermione. Did you know you moan in your sleep? Such a sexy sound… I debated waking you up and fucking you into the mattress just so I could bury my cock in you again you turned me on so thoroughly. Such a needy thing you are, even after all you got last night… still so eager for another orgasm. But then I thought, why not punish you for waking me up with your dirty noises? Touch you and tease you without letting you move or make a sound… I can feel you getting wetter, pet. Can hear your heartbeat quickening in anticipation. Don't think you're getting out of making it up to me, you selfish little thing. I'm going to redden your arse and pound you until you scream my name. Would you like that, Hermione? Answer me."

"Good Godric, yesss…" she nearly sobbed with want.

He accioed his wand, casting the charm that she knew would make it vibrate when he held it against her. She shivered in anticipation as he drew the tip over her skin, tracing patterns across her abdomen and down her thighs before finally, mercifully, pressing it against her swollen nub. Her chest heaved as she tried not to make a sound, fingers flexing as she struggled not to move.

"Please… please… please…" she panted, voice strained.

"Go ahead and break," he kissed her temple and held her as she crested, pushing against him as he pushed the wand more insistently against her body shaking all the while.

"Get on your knees," he whispered, releasing her and removing his wand.

She scrambled to comply, body still trembling as she came back down to earth. Bill stood and crossed to her side of the bed, stroking his cock after abandoning his boxer briefs on the floor.

"Across my lap now…" he sat and waited for her to crawl over him, positioning her where he wanted her and tucking a pillow under her cheek.

"Are you comfortable?" he asked as he smoothed his palm over her arse, squeezing the flesh before kissing it and taking her by surprise.

"Yes," she sighed, relaxing her posture as he tickled and stroked her skin, gliding his hand all the way to her shoulders and back again.

"You've got such a brilliant arse…" he mumbled, stroking her a few more times before giving her a sharp smack.

She groaned, arching into him and feeling his cock twitch beneath her. He thwacked her several more times in quick succession, smoothing his hand over the pretty pink blooming across her skin. He traced his fingers through her folds a few times before spanking her again, drawing a deep moan from her as she seemed to turn to liquid in his lap. He laid her on the edge of the bed, wrapping her legs around his waist as he drove into her.

"Look at me… keep your eyes on mine," he demanded as he pistoned into her with all he had. She couldn't hold back the guttural cries that resulted from his intense taking of her, digging her heels into him to spur him on.

"Bill!" She cried as she cascaded over the edge, keeping her eyes on his as he'd commanded. She watched as they rapidly turned from blue to gold and back again, amazed at the magic occurring in his blood.

"Holy shite…" she panted, holding him against her as he collapsed on top of her.

They lay together, sweaty and gulping down the morning air as their hearts settled into slower rhythms.

"I don't know why we bother showering. You just cover me in sweat all over again…" she teased, stroking his arm and feeling the last flutters of orgasm as he pulled out of her.

"Witch, if you make those noises every time we share a bed I'm locking you away and never letting you out…" he threatened jokingly, kissing her as he pushed off of her.