The Ravenclaw and The Grim

A Secret worth keeping 18+

"Oh, you're done for love." He jumped on to the bed causing her to laugh with delight.

George grabbed her legs yanking her bottom half towards him. He hooked his fingers around her pj shorts and began to tug them off. Lyra realizing that at this angle in the bright morning sun George would be able to see everything. Snapped her legs closed and squirmed trying to turn and make a run for it.

"Oh no you don't." He said grabbing her legs and tugging her back down before attacking her sides.

Lyra shrieked with laughter, futilely trying to push his hands away as he tickled her sides. Grinning in victory he kept one hand attacking her side and used the other to pull her pj bottoms free from her kicking flailing legs.

"G-george please- can't breath-" she pleaded between giggles.

He flipped her onto her back again. "well if you didn't move I wouldn't have to tickle you."

Lyra went to sit up and pull the shirt back down to cover herself but he tugged her bottom half splaying her on her back again with an oof.

"You stay right there Lyra Stone." He ordered with that oh so infuriating Weasley grin.

Lyra tried her best to glare up at him. As if he couldn't see her scarlet cheeks, or feel her racing heart. "Your not the boss of me Weasley."

Her stomach flipped as his lust intensified, and his grin grew. He lifted her leg to his lips gently beginning to trail kissing down her inner thigh. "Oh that Lyra Stone is where you are very wrong." He began to slide his body off the bed tugging her to edge. "Right now I am most certainly the boss of you. Got it?"

She looked up at him her blue eyes wide both excited and weary of his brown eyes. intense despite their usual glint of mischief.

He grinned evilly "good." and pulled back the jersey. She covered her face. Trying to ignore how his amusement riled her. "You really do embarrass so easily." He chuckled blowing a puff of air at her curls and making her jump.

"George Weasley I swear to God-" she began before being cut off as he dipped his head below "f-fuck."

George chuckled, and she groaned gripping the bedsheets arching her body to give him better access. He slipped his arms under her and holding her there. Loving the way she melted into him. It was like her entire body was on fire. An electric current running through her setting her ablaze. It practically crackled in the air around them.

"G-george." She pleaded tugging on his arm. The sensation of his lips on her becoming overwhelmingly. Georges grip tightened, and he quickened his pace sending her right over the edge. Her body spasming on its own as she let go from the explosion of sensation.

George chuckled, cleaning her up before pulling away and wiping his face. He took a moment to catch his breath and drink her in. Her skin was flushed, her brown hair wild and untied. He watched as her chest rose and fell as she breathed. Her nipples poking through the jersey. Making his want for her grow.

Lyra seemed to sense this because she lifted her arms away from her eyes, looking up at him cautiously.

He grinned, and knew if he reached out and touched her he'd be able to feel the lust and love he could see in her eyes. "Like what you see Stone?"

Her eyes raked over his toned freckled body, before meeting his gaze. "Yes."

His grin grew "right answer."

She rolled her eyes "and what do I win?"

"What don't you flip over and find out?"

She raised an eyebrow "flip over? Just what are you planning George Weasley?"