Yours, truly : A Fred and George fanfic

35. Time to plan

Warning: this scene contains content some readers may find uncomfortable - read at own discretion
(Eg. Sex scenes)

After what was an extremely heavy night for Eleanor, she woke up with a pulsing headache and a wearied body.
She could barely pull herself together as she sat up, pressing one hand firmly against her forehead whilst the other curved across her stomach.

"Oh fucking hell" Eleanor groaned, sleepily coming around to the brightness of day that burst through the windows.

The curtains were already drawn and Fred's side of the bed was completely empty.

"Gabriela certainly knows how to handle her drink" Eleanor chuckled to herself as she swung her legs across the bed.

As she did so, she caught a quick glimpse of herself in the mirror that hung across the room and it was safe to say she was horrified with the way she looked.

Her hair was an complete mess. It had mostly all fallen out from the ponytail she had been wearing the previous night, some hairs even stood up in some places.

"Bloody hell" Eleanor gasped as she pulled herself up to run to the mirror. She did not want Fred to see her in such a state but all the timing couldn't be any less convenient as he suddenly came walking in, holding a tray.

"Good morning Jonesy, are you awake?" he chuckled under his breath and as he came into the room.
Straight away he looked over to Eleanor who seemed embarrassed by her state of appearance "Are you alright? You look live you've seen peeves doing something he shouldn't be."

Eleanor giggled at him, guiltily running her fingers through her hair without knowing.

"Yeah I'm fine, I was just going to brush my hair." Eleanor snickered "but it's too late now, you've seen me."

She watched Fred gently place the tray he was holding down on her bedside table.
It had a steaming hot tea sat in her favourite yellow and white stripy mug along with a plate of what seemed like perfectly golden toast.
- Eleanor smiled inwardly at the little breakfast he had put together for the both of them and watched him as she came over to place a kiss on her forehead.

"El, I really don't care what you look like" Fred said reassuringly. "You could wear an invisibility cloak and i'd still think you look good"

They both laughed with one another happily, Eleanor feeling slightly more herself now that Fred had reassured her.

With that Eleanor went back over to the bed and plopped herself down on the edge, eyeing up the breakfast that her stomach now craved.

"I know what you're thinking" Fred chuckled "Your knight in shining armour is back at it again"

But in fact, that wasn't what Eleanor was thinking, it was actually the complete opposite

"hmm, you know. I was hoping that it would be a naked butler but...maybe next time"

"Hungry and horny?" Fred scoffed, raising a mischievous brow "I like it."

Deep down, a part of Eleanor wish she didn't say that as she could see Fred's expression turn from soft and loving to dark and mischievous.
- although, her body was definitely telling her something different.

As they sat there eating their breakfast with one another, not much was said. Fred was sat there jittering his knee up and down uncomfortably, with something definitely on his mind.