Serpentine ; Fred Weasley

Twenty-two

Relaxed.

I felt absolutely relaxed.

My knuckles had gone white from holding the shower head so tightly in my grip and after I put it back up, I turned off the water.

Fuck.

I turned around and gathered my hair, squeezing the water out of it before I stepped out of the shower, reaching for my towel.

As I wrapped it around my body, my eyes landed on Fred who sat on the sink, watching me.

My heart skipped a beat and then I sighed, continuing to secure the towel over my chest.

"How long have you been sitting there for?"

He shrugged, smiling cheekily at me.

"You're a creep." I said. "You realise that?"

He hummed in response, watching me without saying a word.

"No, I just got here actually." He chuckled. "Used a little magic to unlock the door."

"Still a creep." I said and walked over to my toiletries that stood next to him on the sink.

"Did you come?" He asked and I felt his eyes dig into my skin while I grabbed my skin products, starting my daily routine to keep my skin soft and smooth.

"Yes."

"You did?" He sounded surprised before he slid off the sink, turning towards me.

He stood so close that I could feel the heat radiating off his body.

"You're not lying to me, are you?" He asked, and I looked up at him with a smile.

"I'm not. I got there and it was..." I let out a heavy breath. "...it felt like riding a bike up a hill, finally getting to the top and then going down again."

Fred brushed his fingers over my shoulder. Water drops laid across my skin but as his fingers brushed through them, they moved and ran down over the skin of my shoulder.

He moved behind me and we locked eyes through the mirror as he ran his hand up my thigh, an arm hooked over my waist.

I inhaled sharply as I realised what he was doing. He kept staring at my eyes and I stared at his. The towel rode up the closer his hand got and when he touched me, my hips bucked, my thighs shaking while my nails dug into his arm.

I was so fucking sensitive.

He gasped dramatically and removed his hand, pressing a kiss to the side of my neck.

"You did it." He whispered. "Good fucking girl. You actually did it."

"I told you." I breathed. "I wasn't lying."

Fred placed his chin on my shoulder before moving his hands to where my towel was secured.

"Have you ever had an orgasm while already being so sensitive?"

"I— no..."

"Okay." He nodded. "Tell me the safe word. I need to know that you remember it."

I inhaled sharply.

"Vanilla."

A grin spread across his face before he dropped to his knees.

***

Fred and George were always the one throwing the Gryffindor parties and they had always been good at it.

They brought in alcohol, they brought in weed.