Mayhem - G.Weasley

29. Say My Name

Ivy woke up groggy and disoriented. She had a pounding headache from the lack of sleep, and lack of water in her body. Her pillow was about the only comfortable thing at the moment, so she squeezed it tighter, not daring to open her eyes. She was hoping if she didn't open her eyes, everything that happened last night wouldn't be right.

"Morning." A deep breathy voice called out to her. Ivy felt an arm wrap around her, returning the squeeze.

She opened one eye begrudgingly and noticed her pillow. . . was definitely not a pillow. George peered down at her, one arm rested beneath his head.

Ivy pouted and closed her eye, she nearly cried at how awful she felt. More emotionally than physically. Seeing that brutalized body brought back memories she was constantly reminded of.

"I told you, you could've had the bed." George chuckled, drawing her away from her pity party.

"What are you talking about?" Ivy grumbled against his chest.

George nudged her to look. She groaned as she fully opened her eyes and looked around. They were no longer on the couch. Instead she was spread out over his long form on top of his king-sized bed.

"You should have just left me on the couch!" Ivy tried to roll off of him, but his arm kept her steadily against her.

"I did." His grin was something to behold. His lips spread with mischief and almost something like smugness.

"What?" Ivy's voice came out small and shocked.

"You fell asleep, and I came to bed." George couldn't help his grin from getting wider. "You slithered up next to me last night. I didn't do anything."

"Wipe that grin off your face Weasley." Ivy grumbled as she forced her way off to lay next to him. She couldn't tell which she liked more,  the warmth of George, or the softness of his sheets.

"Can't. You just like me too much." He reached across the space between them to boop her nose.

"Keep dreaming." She growled, literally, at him. At the sound, Shadow popped up onto the bed and hissed at George, swatting a paw at his arm. Luckily his claws were in, only using the motion as a warning.

George tried desperately to hold in his laughter despite the situation. But he failed as he busted out laughing, rolling on his side.

Ivy contemplated letting Shadow maul him, only for a second. Instead she rolled her eyes and opened her arms for her new pet to come and cuddle. With a parting hiss, Shadow sauntered over into Ivy's arms, lying belly side up for her to pet.

"Did you sleep well at least?" George wiped the tears from his eyes as he settled on his side to study her.

"No, my pillow was lumpy."

It wasn't. But he didn't need anything to fuel his ego.

"Lumpy?" That caused George to laugh even harder. "This," he gestured up and down his body, "is not lumpy. This was sculpted by the Gods."

Ivy snorted at his arrogance. "Whatever you tell yourself to sleep at night."

"You're telling me I'm wrong. . ." George lifted up his shirt for a sneak peek at his six pack and v-lined abdomen.

"It's nice, sure. But the Gods. . . They sculpted this." Ivy just wanted to shut him up. . . And give him a taste of his own medicine. She lifted up her own shirt, instantly aware she wasn't wearing a bra. Ivy only lifted it up high enough to allude to her breasts. Then she quickly shoved her shirt back down.

George's eyes nearly bulged out of his head. "Is that another tattoo."

"Gifted by the Gods as well." Ivy smirked, letting Shadow lay halfway on top of her.