The rest of their morning consisted of the rebuilding of not only their relationship, but their individual selves, as well.
After the incident, it was evident that it took a toll on the mental state of them both. Aurora had gotten to the kitchen to make them a meal, and Fred readied the television in the den, allowing the two of them to eat while relaxing.
It was calming, the feeling of Aurora pressed against Fred's side, his arm lazily slung over the back of the couch. They didn't speak about what happened in too much detail, but it was calming to know that they can move on with their lives together, not as if nothing happened, but as if it was easy.
It wasn't the same as it was before, but to Aurora, that was a good thing. She made the mistake before of masking and isolation, and this time, her heart was out in the open.
She believed that Fred would be his usual loving, yet amusing self, and she would reciprocate as best as she could, which was pretty damn close. Once she opened up to him, he understood, and she was glad for that.
Being able to be honest and upfront had already had remarkable results on her feelings. Whilst she struggled alone during the month she had lied to him, she felt herself growing distant from him, almost as if she was losing feelings. Being able to remain together, knowing he loved her, and him knowing that she wasn't quite there, it gave her a positive look on their shared future.
Having the knowledge that Fred is nothing like Oliver Wood helped her remain calm whenever he mentioned his love for her. She knew that he would never hurt her the way that Oliver had, and that thought was comforting.
The movie dragged on, and Aurora couldn't be any less intrigued with it than she was, but being in the presence of Fred made it worthwhile. Little did she know, he felt the same; he could barely focus on the movie with the feeling of her small hand laid flat against his torso, with her thumb stroking his skin.
There was no shared conversation between the two, and their eyes stayed focused on the screen in front of them. Aurora listened to his heartbeat in his chest, and he felt her chest rise and fall with every soft breath.
By the time the credits rolled across the screen, the two of them were itching for each other. Not necessarily in a sexual way, but neither of them would complain if they became intimate.
Fred's original plan was to accept Aurora back into their home, listen to her side of the story, explain his feelings, forgive each other, and move slowly, but he couldn't help himself. He wanted her, and she felt the same.
"Great movie, huh." Said Aurora quietly, and Fred raised his eyebrows, humming in response.
"I enjoyed the part when they...talked." He replied, and Aurora took her bottom lip between her teeth. Both of their gazes were fixated on the television screen in front of them, their bodies frozen in place.
"I agree, it was some dialect." She replied, slowly turning to look at him. His head turned towards hers, and the two of them shared a moment of intense eye contact, before Fred sighed deeply.
There was still tension between them, but that was to be expected. Three months ago, they would have been tearing each other's clothes off, but now they haven't even kissed in weeks. She understood there were differences, and though most were good, there was always some bad mixed in.
Fred turned his body towards Aurora, and she followed his motions, so the two of them were sitting cross-legged on the couch, staring deeply into each other's eyes. Aurora studied his facial features for any obvious tells, but for once, he was unreadable to her.
His hand gently made it's way to her knee, before slowly dragging up her leg, caressing it as he went. Aurora's heart pounded in her chest, and her eyes stayed fixated on his hand, which made it's way up her body. He maneuvered around her chest and went to her side instead, careful not to touch any intimate areas. Once his hand reached her cheek, and his thumb stroked her skin, Aurora's mouth hung open slightly, and her pace was fast.
An act so simple drove her absolutely mad, and he seemed to know his effect on her. He propped himself up with the back of the couch, using it to hold himself up as he leaned dangerously close to her.
The quiet music from the rolling credits was the only noise Aurora could hear, and it was as if the two of them were in their own world: Aurora and Fred's world. He swiped his tongue along his bottom lip before letting his eyes drift down to Aurora's lips, which were still slightly parted.
"I'm going to kiss you, Aurora." He said quietly, and the way his voice left his chest was like melted chocolate, and Aurora swooned at the simplicity of his statement.
Without a response, he slowly leaned in and closed the gap between them, and their lips connected for what felt like the first time in years. The feeling of his warm lips against her own was like taking a breath of fresh air, and she couldn't help but lean into him as their mouths moved in unison.
Sparks shot through her body, and memories of their past kisses filled her head. The amount of emotion piling into a single kiss was almost too much for the two of them to bare, but it felt perfect at the same time.
All the heartbreak they both endured, all the time separate they struggled through, all the lies Aurora fed Fred, and all the hateful words Fred screamed at Aurora.
The two of them stayed connected like they would die if they didn't, and when they finally pulled apart, deep breaths filled the room. Fred's hand held Aurora's face only inches from his, and his eyes remained closed, with Aurora's eyes searching for any sign of emotion on his face.
A smile tugged at his lips, and his eyes flicked open, switching his focus between both of Aurora's. His head tilted to the side a bit, and Aurora couldn't help but smile a bit at the cute action.
"That kiss is one I'm never going to forget." He whispered, and Aurora sucked in a breath, nodding her head at the comment.
"Me neither, Freddie, me neither." She responded, and Fred hummed a bit.
The two of them were still only inches from each other, and after sharing such an emotional yet intimate moment, the room seemed to increase thirty degrees. Aurora's hand hesitantly placed itself on Fred's arm, which was hung over the couch, and she carefully dragged it up, leaving it to stay on his shoulder.
The muscles beneath his skin flexed with every movement, and she was amazed at the control he was using to keep himself in place. In the same breath, she was using just as much control.
The two of them haven't had sex in almost two months, and she missed the feeling. Aurora didn't know if he felt the same, since they just got out of a rocky patch in their relationship, so she held herself back in order to give him the proper time and space until he was ready.
"Aurora..." He groaned, and she looked at him through her eyelashes, watching his jaw clench and unclench as she stroked his shoulder with her thumb.
"Freddie..." She whispered back in the same tone, and he opened his eyes, raising an eyebrow at her.
"I know what you're doing, darling." He said quietly, smiling a bit at her, and Aurora's cheeks heated up a bit, but she maintained her calm facial expressions.
"Do you now?" She challenged, and he backed up a bit, releasing her face and nodding.
"I do," He whispered, uncrossing his legs and standing up from the couch, "It's working." He rasped, turning back to look at Aurora with his arms extended. She smiled up at him and took his hands, letting him lift her off of the couch to her feet.
She had assumed that he wouldn't want to rush into something sexual so soon, but she was severely mistaken, and for that, she was glad, because she craved him.
He walked backwards as he led the both of them to the shared bedroom, not even bothering to close the door behind them before sitting down on the edge of the bed, with Aurora standing in between his legs. He cupped her face with his hands and allowed her to lean down into him, placing her hands on his shoulders to prop herself up as their lips connected once more.
Aurora positioned herself closer to him, and as her thighs pressed in between his legs, he groaned deeply into the kiss. He was hardening beneath her touch, and it was driving the both of them wild.
Taking the initiative, Aurora climbed onto his lap, straddling his waist with her legs. The feeling of his bulge between her legs flooded her mind with memories of their past rendezvous's, and she disconnected their lips, breathing deeply as she stares into his darkened eyes.
"I've missed this more than I can put into words, darling." Fred groans, letting his hands slide from her face down to her hips, where he squeezes them gently.
"I've missed you more than I can put into words." She whispers back, slowly grinding her hips over his hardening boner, and his eyes flutter shut at the tension.
Fred helped Aurora move her hips with his hands, pushing and pulling her over his lap. She let her arms slide around his neck, arching her back into him as she continued to move dangerously slow over his bulge.
She looked down at his closed eyes and let her head drop to his jaw, planting kisses along the prominent bone. He tilted his head to the side, giving her more access, and she took her opportunity to trail kisses down his neck, leaving various bites and love marks in her path, all the way down to his collarbone.
The both of them were still wearing clothing, but the feeling between Aurora's legs felt as if he was already inside of her, and she was aching for more. She needed more of him, and by the way his breathing became heavy, she could tell that he needed more of her.
Suddenly, Aurora stopped moving her hips, and Fred's eyes opened slowly, his brows furrowed in confusion. She got up from his lap with a smirk on her face, taking a step back from him and grabbing the bottom of her own top, pulling it over her head slowly.
Dropping it to the floor, she watched as Fred studied every feature of her nearly bare torso as if he would never see it again, and butterflies erupted within her stomach. She missed the way his eyes dragged over every curve and feature she had; he always made her feel beautiful without any words, and she missed that about him.
"Tell me what you want, Freddie." She demands quietly, and his eyes flick up to meet her own, with his mouth slightly ajar. A smirk grows on his face as he hastily grabs his own shirt with one hand, smoothly yanking it off from his body.
It was Aurora's turn to stare, just as she had when she first arrived the previous day. His toned torso was like something out of her dreams, and she truly believed he was the most handsome man in the world. And he was all hers.
"I want you, Aurora." He says with a deepened voice, standing up and taking a step towards her, grabbing her hips roughly and pulling her to his body.
She gasped at the sudden connection, but her hands naturally flattened against his shoulders, and she stared up at him with lust in her eyes. The look of hunger written across Fred's face made Aurora bite her lip, her cheeks reddening.
She used a hand to grab the back of his neck, gently pulling his head down. She went up on her toes and leaned close to his ear, making them at the same height level.
"Then have me." She whispered.