Weasley Twin Imagines

Tell Me // G.W. [blurb]

warnings: fluff, kissing, friends to lovers, late night confession.

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In the quiet of the room, you sit together lit by candlelight. The power had gone out hours ago; a storm knocking out the power for a lot of the village and whilst you could have used magic to bring it back, you chose not to. Instead, making use of the candles decorating every room in your small home.

George had joined you an hour into the power cut; his worry over your wellbeing becoming too much for him to sit idly by at home. He landed on your doorstep and chose to stay, calmed by your evident wellness and the intoxicating scents of the numerous candles dotted about the room.

Time had passed through conversation. With over a decade-long friendship, and surviving a war together, a bond had formed between George and yourself that you classed as unbreakable. He was everything to you; everything you wanted, everything you yearned for late at night when you stretched across in bed to find yourself alone between the sheets.

"Tell me something I don't know," You whisper, letting your words carry across the dim light of the room.

George freezes, taking a moment to think of what he could say. There was so much he hadn't told you; from the way you make his heart race and his palms sweat, to the way that he yearns for a morning with you where you wake in his bed, bleary eyed and eternally happy. He hasn't told you any of that; he doesn't know how to, so he phrases it in the only way he could that gets everything across.

After a deep breath, he confesses. "If I kissed you, I don't think I'd be able to stop."

There's a moment of silence. A single moment where you let the words sink in; where they settle into your skin almost like a brand, becoming part of you as the words you've longed to hear for years are finally uttered into the ether where they could never be taken back.

There's a moment of silence before you reply. "I don't think I would stop you."

More silence follows. You can see the thoughts and questions running through George's mind. "For how long?" He eventually asks, voice breaking with unmet need.

You shrug. "I think always. You?"

George nods. "Always for me, too."

Further silence. It isn't awkward; it isn't uncomfortable, it's simply a pausing point as you both come to terms with what's been confessed tonight. Feelings that had long since been defined as unrequited for both parties have changed; yearning fills the both of you, overwhelming you to the point of tears.

You break the silence. "Will you kiss me, George?"

A smile breaks across his face; lighting it up, making your heart race at the sight. "I thought you'd never ask."