47. It ends when it begins

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I followed his voice across the flat, careful to not trip over stacks of clothes and boxes full of crockery, until I reached the open door of the bathroom, his broad and bare back to me as he fiddled with the sink, the muscles across his shoulders tensing beautifully as he yanked on the tap.

"Everything okay, love?" I asked reluctantly, not sure if I was quite ready for him to turn around just yet, but was quickly rewarded with the sight of his front. Hard toned abs, his broad shoulders glimmering with beads of sweat that trickled down his chest, getting lost in the waistband of his boxers.

"Taps broken" He sighed, using his forearm to wipe away the moisture that formed above his eyebrows, the veins running along his arms and wrist catching my attention as I followed its movement until it dropped below his side once again, "Oi pervert, my eyes are up here"

"Yeah yeah, whatever" I murmured, my eyes fixed to his tall frame, his golden pale skin littered with freckles and scars, the dips of his muscles, the way his hips created a perfect V that snuck down beneath the band of his bottoms.

"Oh you are seriously going to regret 'whatevering me'" Fred scoffed with amusement, lunging forward to grab me, my instincts, however, kicking in too quickly, as I slipped out the room and fought my way over to his bedroom.

Boxes covered most of the floor and so jumping from the threshold the bed proved quite a challenge, but as I caught the edge of the duvet, scrambling my way towards the headboard, Fred's heavy frame followed me in suit, jumping onto the bed and chasing me towards the top.

He grabbed my ankle, pulling me towards him kicking and screaming, my arms flailing about frantically as I fought for air through strangled laughs, his hands released my feet and moved to my exposed ribs, tickling me mercilessly until tears leaked from the corners of my eyes and my vision began fleeting.

I attempted to escape, heavy panting and breathless giggles filling the room, slipping beneath him, but he caught my wrist against the pillow, quickly shifting himself on top of me, knees either side of my hips as he caged my body to the bed.

"Hello" He whispered, a devilish glare in his eyes, a sinful smirk pulling at his perfect lips as he dipped his head down, placing soft and quick kisses against my neck and jaw.

"Hey" I struggled back, suddenly overcome with heat as my hands grew clammy and my laboured breathing continued to falter, a tingling hotness traveling its way over my body.

"Have I told you that you are beautiful today?" Fred mumbled into my hot skin, releasing my wrists and immediately lacing his fingers with mine, continuing to place messy and impatient kisses along my throat.

I shook my head, the ability to speak failing me, soft puppy like whimpers falling freely from my lips, soon silenced by his kiss, as he swallowed down each sound I made, desperate to keep them for himself. His secret.

"Oh for fuck sakes Ari" I hadn't noticed George looming in the door way, his arms crossed over his chest, his face frantic and stern, "I asked you to come and get him, not fuck him"

I scrambled out from under Fred, apologising profusely as Fred jumped to his feet and grabbed his uniform from the desk in the corner.

"I'm going to head downstairs, me and the others are going to get out of your way for a while, you still have seven minutes until opening, maybe you boys should talk" And after kissing them both on the cheek, I skipped down to the shop, dragging everyone out the back entrance and out into the alley.

The twins would be working in the shop all day, and the rest of us had offered to help set up in the morning, as well as return back a while before closing time to tidy the flat and set up for their opening party.

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