Scars 🗝 Fred Weasley

26. Freddie

A/N: just a disclaimer thi chapter does contain slight sexual conntent, this is probably going to be the only disclaimer cause I want everything to be a surprise. (unless it can get very uncomfortable for people of course) thanks for reading! 🥰

She stepped out of the fireplace and into Fred and George's apartment, still matching Fred's urgent kisses.

He suddenly broke away firmly grabbed her hand than ran too the second floor like there wasn't a minute to spare.

As soon as they got to the second floor, he shoved her into the wall of the hallway and started kissing trails along her neck, a tingle started just below her stomach.

She dipped her head and caught his lips desperately earning a groan.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, and he started slowly walking them towards his bedroom without breaking the kiss.

She slipped off her heels clumsily as her back met his door, he had to bow his head slightly more now that she didn't have the additional height.

She heard the door click and they both stumbled in, as soon as they where in the room she was pushed back into the door as Fred's tongue circled Constance's making her groan desperately.

She wanted more.

Needed more.

She started undoing the buttons of his shirt while he shrugged of his coat, they were both growing impatient.

She threw his tie to the side as he grabbed her hips and drew her closer, they both let out a moan as their hips met.

Then he was kissing her neck trailing down to her exposed shoulders and collarbone.

Her head fell back against the door, then something uncomfortable poked her head.

The crown.

She pulled it off along with all her earrings throwing them across the room with a sense of urgency as Fred sucked the crook of her neck.

His tongue slowly drifted downwards and started kissing her cleavage, she closed her eyes and moaned as his tongue trailed between her breasts, she could feel the knot starting to loosen.

He pulled away then looked down at her, she pulled his shirt off as he studied her, eyes roaming over her face.

He brushed  away a curl from her face then started softly kissing her, her heart swelled.

"you know you taste sweet" he whispered against her lips.

She smiled, "are you still drunk?"

"drunk on you maybe"

His hand cupped her cheek and pulled her towards him, she rested her hands on his stomach and traced a rough piece of skin which had to be a scar.

A very different one to hers.

But yet the same.

Her hands drifted downwards and started to unbuckle his belt as his fingers traced her shoulders.

His trousers fell to his feet exposing him fully erect in his boxers, she grinned.

She felt a sudden bold urge sweep over her, so she gave into it and palmed his bulge.

His head dropped to her shoulder and he let out a guttural groan.

She stroked him and his hands on her hips tightened.

"fuck- that's not fair" he gasped as she stroked him again.

He lifted his head then slowly pushed her dress sleeves off her shoulders; she bit her tongue as she watched the blue fabric pool around her feet.