That Damn Weasley Charm II G.W

Part 8, Chapter 10- Birthdays, Or Lack There Of In Some Cases

"I mean... yeah I guess?" George says awkwardly.

I laugh loudly, "You'd do that for me? You'd wear a bald cap during sex if I wanted it?"

George continues to braid my hair, "Yeah? I love you and all of your weird fetishes."

I hit his leg playfully, "My weird fetishes? Okay, mister breeding kink." George lets go of my hair and I can feel him lean back into the couch.

"Okay Miss sensory deprivation," George says to me, not very loud because his mum is in the other room.

"Okay mister 'get on your fucking knees."

"Okay Miss 'I like people listening!"

I turn around to look at George, he's leaning back into the couch and has got his arms up, resting his hands on the back of his neck. He's looking down at me with an amused smirk on his face, "You wanna go upstairs?" I ask him, putting my hand on his thigh and giving it a light squeeze

"Fuck yeah I want to go upstairs." George jumps from the couch and takes my hand, pulling me up off the ground and into his chest.

"Have you two got anything planned for today?" Molly calls from the kitchen.

George looks at me, "Should I tell her?" He whispers."

I swat his chest, "Don't you dare tell her!"

"We're gonna have a lazy day I think mum. No physical activity at all, just lying in bed reading a book." George says, he looks at me and winks and I swat his chest again.

Molly comes around the corner, "Alright then. I think I might go and visit your father at the Ministry so we can have lunch together."

"That sounds like a great idea Molly," I say kindly to her.

Molly smiles, "It does, doesn't it? Then it's settled. I'll see you kids for dinner." She says going back into the kitchen.

George takes my hand and drags me upstairs, practically tossing me into the bedroom that we've claimed as our own. As he walks towards me he casts the silencing charm and locks the door just in case Molly decides to check on us before she leaves.

"Breeding kink huh?" George says putting his hands on my hips.

I nod, "What else would you call it hmm?"

George hums but doesn't respond. Instead, he kisses my forehead and walks forward, guiding me to the bed. The back of my knees hit the mattress and I fall backwards giggling the whole time. "I want to try something new, are you alright with that?" He asks me as he crawls on top of me and kisses me deeply.

One of my hands flies to his hair while the other moves lower so I can palm him through his jeans. George sighs into my lips which sends heat down to my core. "What'd you have in mind?" I whisper, pulling away from his lips.