Mayhem - G.Weasley

41. Runaway

George awoke feeling much more relaxed than he's ever felt. Last night was amazing. . . Actually it was mind-blowing.

In fact, George even dreamed about it. He wanted to do it. . . Again, and again, and again. Forever.

He stretched as he squeezed Ivy tighter to him. She felt much more soft than last night. The thought made George squeeze again to confirm.

George opened one eye to see the girl was missing from his arms. He was now holding a pillow to his chest.

Perhaps she just had to use the bathroom, or went to get ready.

He couldn't help but feel disappointed he didn't wake up with her. He had become accustomed to it, and George was a creature of habit.

He heard the sound of the bathroom sink running. George dropped to the ground to do a few push ups and sit ups so he could flex his muscles at her.

Once he felt he looked toned enough, he strutted out of his bedroom and leaned against the wall to the bathroom.

Almost a forced casual, but he positioned just enough to flex his near naked body. He heard Ivy turn off the sink and dry her hands before turning the handle.

"Good morning love." George purred as he looked down sexily through hooded eyes.

"Good morning dear." Ivy's voice was much deeper and a copy of his own.

"Fred?" George nearly tripped, even though he was leaning against the wall.

"Expecting someone else Georgie?" Fred raised an eyebrow.

"No." George pushed up off of the wall and crossed his arms over his chest.

"Bloody liar." Fred chuckled as he walked past George into his small kitchen. "Tea?"

He just nodded as he watched his brother put on a pot of water.

"You're glowing brother." Fred smirked as he leaned against the cabinets. "Care to share what's got you in such a loving mood today. You were quite rude last night."

"Was I?" George played it cool.

"Yes. I had to use the lou when you so rudely screamed at me to get out. I had to run all the way to the lavatory. Nearly pissed myself." Fred glowered at him.

"Sorry about that Freddie." George grabbed a shirt off of the couch and tugged it on. He stared at the pile of clothes that were strewn about. Ivy had come to return the clothes and the next thing he knew they were making out. And that led to.....

"What's got you blushing this early in the morning?" Fred didn't miss a thing. "Or should I say who?"

"I don't know what you're talking about." George reached above his brother for two mugs.

"Really?" Fred made a face that said, do you really want me to go there?

"Really." George was hoping he wouldn't.

"Because you looked awfully disappointed while you were flexing in front of the bathroom." The steam sounded in George's ears as his heart pounded.

Why should he hide this? Fred's not only his twin brother, but his best friend.

On the other hand, he wasn't sure how Ivy felt. Did she enjoy it as much as George did?

Doubt started to creep in as his heart sank.

What if she left because she regretted taking that step with him?

"Thinking awfully hard Georgie." Fred handed him a mug with some spearmint tea.