Mayhem - G.Weasley

30. Juicy

Ron was on top of the kitchen table, as if that would keep away Shadow who paced tauntingly in front of him.

Before Ron would notice, George swiped on a lip balm that decreased the swelling in his lips from their heated session. He walked in a way so his hand would cover what happened in his pants.

"I ought to get a bloody lock." George grumbled at just how often his friends entered his place at the wrong times.

"Get it away." Ron tried to shoo away the menacing looking cat.

"Grow a pair Ron." George said as he plucked the cat from the ground and walked it away from his younger brother.

Both the cat and Ron were shocked that he had the audacity to do so.

If George was being honest, he was only mildly afraid of the cat. But his anger at Ron, outranked his fear.

"Now what is so bloody important you had to barge in here?" George fisted his hands in front of him.

"We were just heading to breakfast." Ron held up his hands in surrender, still on top of the table.

"I know what time breakfast is served Ronald." George glared at him.

"Bloody hell, what's got your knickers in a twist." Ron climbed down from the table, his eyes always on the cat from across the room.

"How about when you lot always decide to barge in here when I'm busy. Does privacy mean anything to you?!" George fought the urge to throw his hands about, at least he still had some thought to cover himself.

"What were you so busy with?" Ron started to share the anger. He didn't know why his brother was being so rude to him.

"It's private." George sneered.

"Fine!" Ron threw up his hands. "I just need to borrow a sweater and then I won't bother you anymore you grouch."

George tried to stop him from entering his bedroom, but failed seeing as he was closer to it than George was.

"RON!" He yelled, just barely grazing his arm as he tried to grab his brother.

Ron was already searching through his dresser drawers when George tripped into the room.

"What?!"

George studied the room, expecting to see Ivy still on his bed where he left her. But she wasn't. His eyes went to his closet and then under his bed, but saw no sign of her.

"What are you looking at?" Ron stood beside him, his eyes searching the room as well.

"Nothing." George hid his disappointment and relief beneath a stern expression.

"See you at breakfast." Ron said bitterly as he shoved past George.

Where did she go?

George also noticed Shadow was missing. They must've slipped out while the two Weasley's were distracted.

George frowned as he stomped to the bathroom to take a cold, disappointing shower.

Who would have known what would have happened if Ron hadn't come in? What was it going to be like when they saw one another again?

George hoped down to his very core that there would be more of the passionate thrall they enjoyed together.

She enjoyed it right?

Because he felt like he was on cloud nine. He had never been so turned on in his entire life. Nor had he ever begged for anything. . .ever.

For the love of God he had never seen anything like her. The image of her on top of him, biting her lip, muffling her moans as she rode him into oblivion.