Fred_
The quidditch meeting had gone...smoother than expected. The coach, Madam Tobias, was a harsh woman who had glared at him and George when they'd arrived with ryn.
But the twins had met the full team and shook their hands, absolutely beaming when the team had agreed to let the WWW become a sponsor. He'd met the team captain, a muscled wizard named Jonathan, and they'd quickly found a common ground.
"So, you know Ryn?"
George responded,
"Old friends, actually."
The captain crossed his arms and smiled,
"Tell me your secret, then. I can hardly get the girl to speak to me outside of practice. Shame."
Fred decided he didn't particularly like Jonathan the Quidditch captain. Especially as the man outright stared at Ryn's ass as she walked by to catch up to another team-mate. George stepped closer to Fred in an effort to comfort him. Fred couldn't help himself,
"Got a crush, Jonathan?"
"Please, call me John. And nah, never. But between you and me, I know a hard ride when I see one."
Fred smiled, but it didn't quite reach his eyes as disgust and anger pooled into his chest like water. George mumbled in his ear in warning,
"Easy."
With a sharp excuse, Fred excused himself from the conversation and made his way to ryn. She smiled up at him, innocent and completely oblivious to the pervert she played under in her team.
"Hey, Freddie."
"Hey. I'm gonna got jot down some ideas for the shop. See you after the practice run?"
She narrowed her eyes in suspicion,
"Sure?"
He smiled tightly and wandered off.
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Back at the house with George, the brothers set themselves into an intense idea storm for the new line due in a few weeks. Fred said,
"We'll need to send these in to the factories tonight if we have a hope of sending out the line in time. Hopefully, the owl reaches in time."
George's knee jumped up and down as he thought,
"Maybe I should go. Can't trust that rutty old thing with something like this. Too important."
Even though they were adults, being separated from George felt weird. It was nearing nightfall, too.
"Dunno, Georgie. Maybe it can wait till tomorrow."
"Come on, Freddie. We know it can't. I'll take it tonight to them and go back to the shop afterwards. Want to meet me there tomorrow?"
He thought it over.
It was the smartest move. Getting the new concepts in tonight was an absolute, and they had to get back to the shop. He'd have to speak to Olivia about running it again the next time the full moon came around. He'd have to talk to ryn properly, too. No more of this beating around the busg. Pursing his lips, he nodded at George, and his brother stood to start gathering the pages.
His twin clapped him on the shoulder before stepping into the magical fireplace and snipping,
"Don't go too hard on her, brother. She still needs to be able to walk tomorrow morning."
"Oi!"
Fred lunged for him, but George was already up in green flames. Alone in the attic, the large family squawking downstairs, Fred put his hands on his hips. Bollocks.
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He was nodding off on the couch, eyes drooping terribly, when Ryn finally entered the attic in her rumpled uniform and tied up hair. She weakly smiled at him as she made her way toward the couch.
The sight of her uniform brought an unwelcome thought to his mouth,
"I met Jonathan. Nice chap."
"Oh, yeah. He's a bit hard to get used to."
"Is that why you're so late?"
Her tired eyes sharpened on him then, and she stopped in front of him.
"Meaning?"
He shrugged,
"Just didn't realise that 'training' took this long. He work you hard?"
She put her hands on her hips and sighed.
"Are we really going to do this?"
"Do what? Actually talk?"
He stood then, towering over her form. They were so close that he could feel her breath. She smiled and said,
"I didn't quite realise I was on curfew."
"You're not. But things need explaining."
"Like what?"
"Fuck- like us? Like why you've conveniently got a quidditch game in a month when it was supposed to be two? Like how you're staying in this old attic when you should have your own place? Oh, how about how we fucked in the next room and you've refused to come to be about it."
She just stared up at him, her brows furrowed together. After a moment she said,
"The quidditch game was moved up because the rain season is coming and the pitch will be too soaked in two months. I live here because I can't afford anything else. You know that."
Her words were flat and her face void of emotion. She was trying to weasle out of it. He refused,
"That's a bullshit answer. You're avoiding."
"I'm answering your questions."
He took a deep breath, trying to rile in his own frustration. Without thinking he grabbed her arms to hold her there, as if that would make her hear him better.
"You need to explain this to me, because clearly I'm not getting whatever it is that you are."
"What, then? Spit it out."
He wanted her to say she was sorry. Sorry for abandoning him that day, when he needed her most. Wanted her to give a better explanation than 'I was afraid of my mother.' Wanted her to have been there that day in the hospital when he woke up. Wanted her to have responded to any of his owls.
He wanted a lot of things. Like for her to have a better place, for her to only have to worry about herself, for her to feel safe in her own life. For them to have never spent any time apart this past year.
She looked him up and down with concern, her features twisting from annoyed to soft. She put a hand on his chest,
"Fred, take a deep breath."
It snapped him.
Ryn_
He was upset and riled, clearly sick and fed up of their dancing around each other these past few days. As he held her rooted to that spot, he looked like he might die. His grip had tightened terribly on her arms and his breathing had gotten so ragged.
It had smoothed the harsh waves of her anger into a still lake, leaving room for only him.
Whatever they were fighting about didn't matter. She needed him more right now.
She put a hand on his chest, right above his roaring heart.
"Fred, take a deep breath."
Whatever leash he'd kept on himself seemed to snap completely. In a quick movement, he'd scooped his hands under her thighs and lifted her into the air. One hand grasped onto her ass and the other dug into her hair, tugging her head to his.
Suddenly all was right with the world and it was like they'd never been apart. She wanted him, he wanted her. No more flirting, no more awkwardness. Just this moment and how much she fucking needed him.
Their lips met and it was like fire. Hot, intense, fast. He didn't waste any time as his tongue slipped in, coaxing hers into submission as he held her body to his.
She decided right then, in that moment. She decided that she really needed him. All of him. Every amazing inch. They'd talk again after. But she got the sense that neither of them would stop this in favour of having an adult conversation.
Her hands clawed at his hair, his shoulders, his jaw, everything she could reach. He took her mouth for his, and she got the sense they were moving. Her back slammed into the wall as he pushed her into it, setting her down on a dresser.
She broke away from him in a gasp at the impact, and he made quick work of the opportunity. In an instant he'd ripped her shoes off and was tugging viciously at her pants. Soon they were off and he was back on her, pressing his bulge into her as his mouth again slanted over hers. She let out a breath as she felt it. The hardness of him grinding into her, coaxing the wetness from her in slow strokes. Her legs tightened around him and he slid his tongue into her again, a hand on her jaw as the other worked on his belt buckle.
His hips kept bucking as she moved her hands down to push his pants off. Now, with only their underwear to separate them, she could feel his cock so much better. Fuck, he was hard. A look down told her that he'd already begun leaking precum. She smiled at the sight, and he stripped off his shirt. Sculpted muscles greeted her in the moonlight. She ran her hands over them. He shivered.
He stripped away her jersey, leaving her exposed in her bra and underwear. Before he could move she gripped his dick in her palm, subtly rubbing him through his boxers. His hand slammed into the wall and he hid his face in her neck, breathing out groans as he pushed into her palm for more friction.
Fucking hell. Just she sound of him was enough to get her soaked. She wanted more. She wanted him whimpering and breathless. So she pulled his mouth back to hers and hooked around him so he could lift her again.
His broad hands gripped into her bare thighs and he carried her to the bed, setting her down on the covers roughly.
She quickly slid off her underwear and unhooked her bra, leaning back to look at him. He stood at the edge of the bed, panting and hard. The tip of his dick stuck out of the band on his boxers, still dripping. She gazed up at him, leant back on her palms, and spread her legs. His eyes turned dark, ravenous, as they took their fill. A few seconds past before he seemingly decided he was done looking, and hooked his thumbs into the hand to push off his underwear. His cock sprang free, wet and veined and huge. She met his eyes as he climbed over her, pushing her legs even further apart.
Their mouths met again as he slid his hand down, and two fingers pushed into her. She groaned and pressed her face to his shoulder as they moved. The smile that bloomed on his was was animal. He brought them all the way, and then they curled, pushing against that one spot in her. She bit into his muscle as they flinched again and again, proding that spot, letting her hips ride his palm as his fucking long fingers worked their magic.
Her nails gripped into his bicep as her thighs tensed.
"I've wanted you riding me for so long. I didn't care what part. I just needed you wet and shivering."
She threw her head back in a moan, bearing her throat. His other hand wrapped around her neck and he pushed her into the mattress, squeezing the sides as his other hand pumped. Her eyes rolled closed as she moved on his hand.
She wrapped her hand around his wrist to stop him,
"I need it. Please, Freddie."
His wicked grin spread in the darkness.
"Turn around and keep quiet."
She did as he said, rolling onto her stomach. He pressed her thighs together, and she got the sense of his knees settling either side of her as one of his hands came to rest beside her head. She felt the first prod of his tip at her entrance, and she melted into the mattress.
He breathed a groan,
"Fuck, you're so wet for me."
She moaned in response, gripping the blanket as he slid a little bit into her. His other hand clasped around her mouth as he pushed fully into her, settling to the hilt, and she couldn't help but let out noise into his palm. He practically split her in half, but it was so fucking right.
He began moving, thrusting into her in slow motions, his hips lightly tapping her ass, thoroughly ruining her. She huffed as he did so, her entire focus narrowing down to the feeling of his dick sliding inside of her, something wet dripping down the front of sex. His breath came in shivering waves, his broad hand gripping the blanket. He let her mouth go to grip her hair, his fingers fisting snugly to her scalp to tilt her head back. She managed to speak,
"H-Harder-"
He didn't need to be told twice.
His hips picked up and a steady clapping filled her ears as he fucked her into oblivion. All she could think about was his raw dick inside of her, sliding and pounding and hitting the deepest spot in her. Her eyes rolled back and she got the sense that she might cry, burying her face into the mattress. He sped up, hitting her even harder.
"I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum-"
He slammed home, half falling onto her, burying his face into her hair as he jerked and spasmed, moaning lightly as he rode his orgasm. She felt it pulse inside of her, hot cum spreading her insides even more as it fought for room beside his dick. He stopped flinching, eventually calming, and she felt some of it slip out and drip down her front. He remained inside of her, though, as they lay there and recover their breath, argument forgotten.