A Soulmate's Love

The Quidditch Match

George's Perspective

As we found our spot on a separate loveseat, Althea was upping the stakes with Lee. "You might not want to gamble too much, or mommy and daddy might get upset." Althea teased him, knowing that although Lee was well-off, his gambling habits would one day come back to bite him in the ass. 

"Don't worry about me, Althea. I'm more so worried about your finances - what will your parents say when they see thousands have disappeared into my pocket?" I chuckled and facepalmed myself, knowing that what Lee was doing to himself was just cruel.

Although I would always have Althea's back, I felt the strong urge to warn him, "Mate, if I were you, I wouldn't try to go up against her money." He wouldn't listen to me or her, who has given him the same warning on multiple occasions and decided to stick to his initial opinion.

"Let's sign a contract before the game starts," Althea began, conjuring a financial agreement from her wand - how did she know what one looked like? Probably her father. She took out this gold and Swarovski diamond fountain pen and signed her signature, the amount of money she was willing to bet, and the rest of the particulars. She then slid the paper over to Lee, who cockily signed everything he had to, sealing his fate. "That way, you can't back out of our bet when Ireland wins." She then, with a flick of her wand, rose the paper to the back wall and framed it, at the same time as the game began.

She nestled back into my arms, letting her head rest on my shoulder. "This is cruel." She whispered into my ear, reminding me of how close she was, how good she smelt, and what she was wearing underneath my jersey.  

"This is one of the best things you've ever done," I whispered back to her, glancing down and seeing her sly smile. My right arm wrapped itself around her body, bringing her even closer to me. From this angle, nobody could see my hand come under the dress of a jersey and lay flat on her ass. 

"George," She laughed, knowing my obsession with her ass all too well by now. Before we got together, sometimes I would dream of being able to see it, touch it, have it, and now that it was available to me at all times, I wouldn't let the opportunity go to waste. My hand traced shapes on the bare skin of her backside, occasionally grabbing the ample tissue. 

The tension was rising in the group as the Bulgarian players approached the goal post, and when they scored - earning them only 10 points - Lee jumped out of his seat, loudly cheering. "I'm taking all of your money tonight!" Lee announced, pointing to the nonchalant Althea.

She sighed, and although she never flaunted her money, she began, "Please, Jordan. You would drown in my gold." When he turned his attention back to the game, she looked at me with wide eyes and placed a hand over her mouth. 

"That's my girl," I praised, loving how she had finally told Lee one of the many things she had been holding in all this time. 

"I didn't think that one through," She said while still surprised and ashamed at her righteous comment to the over-confident boy. 

"It's about time, love." I chuckled, bringing her hand to my chest and kissing her quickly before anyone could see. She blushed a little, going back to her original position with her head on my shoulder, and once again, I settled my hand back to its rightful place - her ass. I could tell that our team was on its way to scoring a goal, so, due to my impatience to see her come undone, I gave her a little tap on her backside. "Let's get you started then," I whispered deeply in her ear, letting my hand travel down to the red lace she was wearing. Her breathing picked up as I lightly traced shapes on her heat, my fingers tracing over my initials engraved in gold thread and the dainty fabric. 

"George..." She mumbled, shifting further into the seat and my hand, her sighs making me want to take her upstairs and forget all about this game. 

"Yes, love," I responded, pulling the fabric to the side and continuing my tracing on her clit, making her enforce her face into my shoulder, quietly groaning into the muscle. "Let's try to get you to come on my fingers as Ireland scores, hmm?" I hushed in her ear at the same time as one of my fingers plunged into her, fluidly moving in and out as my thumb continued playing with her clit. When I could tell that she was ready, I added another finger, eliciting a sigh from her, and sped up my rhythm as we got a hold of the quaffle. She was having a hard time focusing on the screen as her cheeks flushed and she began tightening around my fingers, indicating that she was close.