Blessings ; George Weasley

Thirty-four

Mature content

The key to the small home in Charlottetown had been left under a plant on the porch.

It was only nine in the evening here. They were four hours behind so it wasn't as late here as it was in England.

George led the way, turning on the lights as soon as he got the door unlocked and opened it.

We stepped into a hallway and George closed the door behind us.

I had seen everything on pictures but it just looked so cosy and I couldn't wait to be spending time here.

Down at the end of the hallway, there was a bathroom with a tub which we didn't have a home. We only had showers.

To the right of the bathroom was the kitchen and the living room all in one with a small kitchen island separating them and to the left of the bathroom, was the bedroom.

As I stood and studied the living room and the sofa that looked very comfy, I felt George wrap his arms around me from behind, lowering his head to my neck and as I felt his lips against my skin, I couldn't help but smile.

"George, we just walked through the door."

His arm was hooked around my stomach, his other hand moving down to my thigh to push my dress up slightly.

"That means I can't kiss my wife?"

I chuckled.

"I like hearing you say that." I said. "How about we unpack and then we get to the sex part of the honeymoon?"

"Or..." he suggested, trailing kisses up to my ear before lowering his voice into a whisper. "...we have sex now and we unpack later."

I thought about it for a moment, then nodded.

"Sounds like a plan."

I turned around to face him and grabbed the hem of my dress, pulling it off my body and as it hit the floor, I ran a hand to the nape of George's neck and kissed him while he backed me up against the wall in the hallway.

While we kissed, my hands found their way to his shirt, pulling it out of his trousers before hurrying to undo the many buttons.

I pushed the material off his shoulders and it landed on the floor behind him.

With one hand against the nape of his neck, my fingers sliding into his hair, I used my other hand to reach down to the button in his trousers, opening it with ease.

He broke the kiss to move his lips down to my neck, kissing away at my skin while I slid my hand into his trousers to palm him through his briefs.

He let out a heavy breath against my skin, placing a hand against the wall next to my body.

"Room." He whispered, pulling his head back a few inches to look at me, trying to keep his eyes open as I touched him. "I don't want to fuck you against a wall on our honeymoon."

I chuckled and kissed him.

"What a gentleman."

I pulled my hand out of his trousers and ran it to the side of his neck, kissing him again before George suddenly bent his knees and pulled me over his shoulder so quickly that I couldn't help but shriek.

"George! I am practically naked!"

"So?" He asked, walking into the bigger one of the bedrooms and threw me in the bed, and I had to hold my boobs to keep them from bouncing.

With a grin, he leaned down and grabbed my wrists, removing my hands before planting a kiss on each of my boobs.

I brushed my fingers through his hair as he then planted kissed against my ribs and trailed them down over my stomach.