Caught Between Twins (Fred & George Weasley)

TW: This chapter contains mature themes, explicit sexual content, and adult language. Reader discretion is advised.

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"See you at breakfast, pretty." Fred kissed her lips roughly before exiting the bathroom, leaving her a well-deserved moment of peace to prepare for the day.

When Daisy came back from that little encounter with Charlie, the twins were already almost falling asleep. Their bodies resisted the urge to surrender completely until she lay down with them—almost unable to rest without her.

However, she couldn't enjoy the moment as much as they did, still wondering why the mere presence of their older brother had such a strong effect—unwilling, yet strangely pleasant in a way she still hadn't figured out.

It felt good just as much as it felt bad—warm and cold, calm and chaotic. She remembered this feeling, and it hadn't ended well before. These types of emotions usually herald pain, the kind the twins would never cause.

Eager to let the tension vanish as soon as possible, Daisy gripped the door handle to lock herself inside the bathroom for a warm, relaxing shower but a hand planting on the wood forced her to widen the opening.

"Morning, princess." His husky voice burst into her ears like a beautiful melody while he landed a lingering kiss on her forehead.

The way her heart melted at the sight of him, that reassuring wave invading her mind, and the gratefulness in his gaze—happy to witness her first thing in the morning—was the only way Daisy ever wanted to feel.

It wasn't teasing, nor overly romantic—just the perfect balance between platonic love and savage attraction, able to hush her worries beneath the burning flames of his desire.

Exchanging amused smiles, she closed the door behind her, marking clearly the sound of the key turning, sealing the heated situation while she stripped seductively, and he washed his hands, enjoying the show through the mirror.

With feather-like steps, Daisy entered the shower, letting the warm water hit her skin, arching to wet her hair fully before locking eyes with him again—now predatory, dark, fully in command.

"Want some company?" he smirked, already freeing himself from his clothes, surrendering to the magnetic pull that was impossible to ignore.

"Thought you'd never ask," she teased with narrowed eyes as he stepped inside—just as demanding.

With fierce force, he gripped her waist and pressed their chests together. Their desperate kiss started roughly and grew hungrier by the second—even this close, it felt like there was still so much more to explore.

"Already so needy this early in the day?" His voice was low, almost a growl, as he let himself be guided until leaning back on the tiled wall.

"For you, Georgie, always," she whispered as her fingers traced his skin, making him shiver—an effect no potion or spell could ever create.

The mere desire shifted quickly into burning passion, and not even the water cascading over their bodies could extinguish it. Their lips met again, breathing onto each other the missing touches of the last few hours, eager to make up for the time spent apart.

As his hips pressed into hers, urging every inch of themselves to align, they moved with abandon, slipping against one another as every motion deepened the kiss—asking for more without words, even though there was no space left between them.

It was all too intense—stinging, burning. When they were together, it felt like a drug that no amount could ever satisfy. Addictive enough to ruin you in the most pleasant way possible, it left you aching to come back to it again and again—endlessly, painfully, beautifully.