Hold For Applause ~George Weasley~

Mrs. Weasley waves her wand once again, the cups softly drift through the air as she nods towards the sugar pot, I hold up two fingers in response, I watch as the sugar is spooned carefully into a cup.

"After this should we..." George whispers in my ear, his hands moving from mine to the top of my thigh.

"Are you seriously horny right now?" I whisper back hurriedly, feeling the warmth travel to my cheeks, the butterflies fluttering rapidly in my stomach. Mrs. Weasley has gotten up at this point, starting to tinker around the kitchen, looking over her various household spells that she had cast for the day.

"It's cute when you blush" George smirks, carefully placing a kiss under my ear. My legs cross over instinctively, as I can feel myself starting to get flustered. His hand slowly stroking the outside of my thigh with his fingers. I close my eyes briefly, biting my lip lightly, the sound of cups on the oak table snapping me out my dirty thoughts.

"Here you go lovelies," Mrs. Weasley smiles, taking a sip of her tea she places the mug down, blowing it lightly "You two can head upstairs if you'd like, dinner will be ready in 30" She says, getting up and looking through the cupboard, pulling out pots and pans of various shapes and sizes.

"Thank you mum," George replies, moving his hand from my thigh, grabbing his mug with one hand, he motions his head towards the staircase and I follow suit. I blow on the top of my mug, before taking a sip of Mrs. Weasley's tea. One of the things that I always looked forward to, his mums tea, it was like drinking a warm hug after a long hard day. Making our way to George's bedroom, I sit on his bed, placing my cup of tea onto his bedside table. The door closing behind us, now it's just me and him. Again.

He smirks, as he swaggers over to sit beside me, placing his cup on the table in the middle. Laying on his side, he props his head up with his hand with the other he lightly pats his bed covers. I lay next to him, his pelvis pressed against mine as we spoon. His hand wraps around my waist, he fingers at the hem of my t-shirt, his fingertips kissing my skin as he slowly strokes along the top of my jeans.

His breath is hot at the back of neck, moving my hair to the side I can feel his breath turn cold causing my neck to prickle with goosebumps. I turn to face him our noses inches apart, it takes me back to the moment on the pier. We both smile at each other, his hand lays flat against my lower-back as he pushes he pushes his pelvis against mine, I can feel his erection through his jeans. Our lips meet, we kiss slow and deep, tasting each other with each movement of our bodies. His tongue strokes against my bottom lip our tongues meet, they twirl and dance over each other. His hands roam over my body, discovering every inch and curve of skin that his fingertips can manage to reach.