Fireflies | | Fred Weasley

•Part nineteen

With his hands holding onto yours, he laid them down on his body. One of your hands was on his waist, the other on the side of his neck. Since he was quite a bit taller than you, you had to stretch your neck to look up at him, but this angle felt rather natural.

He moved his hand, resting on your upper arm and the other cupping your face. He brushed your hair out of your face with his fingers before resting his hand back on your cheek, making eye contact with you.

"That kiss was good." Fred told you. "You're kind of a natural, Luce."

"Go me!" You giggled. "I don't have any idea how I'm a natural; I've only kissed one boy twice."

"Sometimes this kind of stuff just comes natural to people." He shrugged. "Did the girls tell you how exactly to make out with someone, or did you just practice on the back of your hand?"

He had a smug smirk on his face when he mentioned you practicing on your hand, which made you roll your eyes.

"They actually did, funny guy." You glared at your best friend. "They said to focus on one lip, and-"

"So, do just that." Fred told you before he claimed your lips with his yet again.

Fred took your upper lip in between his, giving you the opportunity to take his bottom lip in yours. He kissed you like it was the last thing he would ever do on earth, and you did the exact same.

He pulled you right against his body with his hand gripping your waist, your hands pulling him even closer as you deepened the kiss. You felt Fred smirk against your lips, which made butterflies flutter in your belly.

The kiss felt natural, Fred was right when he said you were a natural kisser. You felt much more comfortable doing this with Fred than you would anyone else, as well, which probably helped.

You began moving your hands around his body, roaming the side of his jumper with one hand, stroking the ends of the hair on his head with your other.

Just as you pulled him closer, his lips drew away from yours, your eyes opening.

"Tongue?" Fred asked you, out of breath with his cheeks flushed.

"Uh, yeah." You nervously said, nodding as you looked up at your best friend.

His lips founds yours again, almost like muscle memory at this point, and you felt yourself melt into his touch. As you began kissing him again, Fred's tongue swiped across your lips.

Without even thinking, your lips parted and his tongue flew into your mouth. It was a strange and unfamiliar feeling at first, but you quickly found pleasure in his tongue touching yours, pulling on his body to be pressed right against yours.

You felt as if you couldn't get any closer to Fred, but you wanted to...

His tongue was in your mouth, dancing circles with your tongue as he gently pushed his in and out of your mouth. His hand had tangled itself in your long, blonde hair, very gently tugging it. His other hand was still moving up and down your waist, digging his fingers into your hip as he pulled you close.

You could feel yourself losing balance, like your knees were about to give in. Fred must have felt this, too, because without taking his lips off of yours, he walked the two of you over to your bed.