Cold Skin

Twenty-Five: The Calm Before the Storm

"Darling? Where are you?" Fred yelled as he entered the room and plopped himself on the bed. He yawned loudly and threw his head back on the headboard and closed his eyes. It was later that night, the wine glasses were empty and the snack trays were filled and refilled until they had eaten out half of London's cheese supply.

    "Just one minute!" She replied. She pulled the small pieces of flowers out of her hair and tied it back with a small piece of silk. Curls fell out to frame her heart-shaped face which was fuller than normal.

She walked out of the bathroom to meet her fiance half-asleep on their bed. As she walked over to the bed he looked up at her. His eyes never left her hips, her legs, her body, something about it always left him wanting more. Her curves, scars, places that were too thin or places that she thought weren't thin enough, he thought were just brilliant. Her scars were the most beautiful. The stories mostly. The way she lit up when she had a fond memory from her past, the way she needed to be comforted from a bad one. Something about her needing him, wanting him and only him made him feel... loved. Even if she couldn't say it.

"Are you tired, love?" He asked. He held his arms out and she stepped into them, straddling his hips and caressing his cheek with her hand.

"Drained. Just drained." She sighed and kissed his nose. He blushed a faint shade of pink and looked into her eyes. Her eyes were different. It was a storm on the sunniest of days and it was the rain you needed in a decades drought. One look would melt him entirely. A glance across a room would have him aching for another, like a playground crush.

"Do you want to talk about it?" He ran a hand along the hem of his button-up she was wearing.

"I would prefer not to talk." Her face went from soft to seductive. Her eyes narrowed and she moved her hand from his cheek to his throat, pushing him back onto the bed. "Unless you don't want to?" She cocked her head and flashed him a wink.

"Oh bloody hell."

"Come on Freddie, I know you like a fight." She leaned over and whispered into his ear. He sat up and looked her dead in the eyes. Their faces so close their noses touched and she could feel his breath on her lips.

"Come on Gianna, you know you don't like to be on top." He grabbed the back of her thigh and squeezed it, leaving purple bruises where his fingers were. He flipped her to her back and pinned both her hands to the mattress with his right hand.

She rolled her eyes and looked at him. "I made you what you are my dear. Just because Katie Bell gave you the time of day in the third year-" Fred pressed his lips to hers cutting her off. He slid his free hand under her shirt and onto her breasts, squeezing firmly making her shudder underneath him.

"I seemed to end up in your bed by the end of the night anyway, my love. Katie Bell, Hannah Abbot, Angelina Johson, even Cho Chang." He pressed his lips to hers again and pulled her waist closer to him. "I can't stay away from you."

"You never could." She smiled as he bit her pulse point on her neck. He undid the buttons on the shirt, kissing down her chest as each one popped open. He pulled his shirt over his head and kissed her again. It was never enough, he always wanted more, craved more.

He kissed down her stomach and down to her thighs leaving them pink and bruised. He bit and licked her inner thigh until he reached her core. He looked up at her for reassurance and she nodded at him. He licked over the folds of her heat and made her shudder with the sudden pleasure. She ran her hands through his fiery red hair as he let out a groan in the back of his throat.

"Freddie... Please" She moaned. He looked up at her and began to suck on her clit making her arch her back. She gripped the golden sheets in response to his finger suddenly pumping into her. Her legs began to shake and she felt herself begging to grip him. She was breathing heavily and she felt the knot in her abdomen begin to unwind.