More Than That

Chapter 48

Fred got over his illness quickly with Sage's help. It took a lot of forced down fluids and bed rest, but he was feeling better than ever by the time the weekend rolled around.

They slowly woke up tangled together, partook in a particularly lazy fuck with Sage's shirt rucked up to expose her chest and Fred's boxers pulled down just to his knees, and then curled up against the headboard, Sage's hands twirled in Fred's hair. She just could never seem to get enough of the way it felt between her fingers, so soft and yet a bit coarse at the same time.

His cheek was pressed against her chest, right on her breast where it always seemed to somehow end up, and he was toying with the top of her underwear with his fingertips. She moved her hand down from his scalp to rub at the back of his neck which seemed to always make him nearly purr with pleasure.

"Fred?".

"Hm," he hummed.

"How many girls have you been with?".

She could feel him tense, his neck even seemed to lift off of her chest a bit. "Uh," he said and scrambled to sit up straight. "Why?".

Sage chuckled. "George told me something, is all." He really hadn't told her much, but she hoped she could drag something out of Fred if he thought that he had said something.

"Absolute wanker," Fred muttered.

Sage gave him a light shove. "It was an accident. I'm just curious now, though. What's the big, scary, number?".

Fred shrugged and rubbed the back of his neck. "I mean, I don't really know. What do you mean by 'been with'?".

Sage raised an eyebrow. "It worries me that you have to ask. Have there really been that many?".

Fred quickly leaned forward to place a hand on her shoulder. "No, no, George is just being dramatic."

Sage nodded. "So what's the number?".

Fred hesitated. "Do you mean 'been with' as in dated?".

Sage gave him an unimpressed look. "I did, but I didn't think that there was another option. Now I want to know all of them."

Fred bit the edge of his lip and looked down nervously, still not answering her.

Now it was Sage's turn to scoot closer to him, nearly crawling in his lap as she grabbed his face in her hands. "I won't be mad, I swear. I think I just had a different idea than the truth."

Fred nodded and sighed. "I mean, I think you know all the ones from Hogwarts. Let me think." He held out his hands to count on his fingers. "There was Daphne, Mary, Katie, Angelina, Alicia." Sage's eyes widened as he continued. "Michelle, Anna, Anabelle, Annabeth, Lucy, Emma, and um, you. That's it I think."

Sage's eyes were still bugged out of her head. "That's it? You think?".

Fred laughed nervously and rubbed the back of his neck again. "Hey, you said you wouldn't get mad." Sage nodded and tried to reel back the jealousy that was sparking in her lower stomach. "Besides, that was just from school."

"There's more?!".

Fred nodded. "Do you want to hear it?".

Sage reluctantly nodded, even though she wasn't quite sure that she wanted to.

"Okay, this will be a bit harder. I have to admit I don't remember all of their names." He laughed a bit but Sage didn't laugh with him. He cleared his throat and continued. "Well there was Emily, Jessica, Ashley, Elizabeth, um, a few girls from the bar, a few girls from some other places, I don't know the exact number."