alluringly entwined | f.w, d.m

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"If I asked you to juggle my balls, would you?"

Oshun hummed momentarily. "I don't know... does it give you pleasure?" she asked curiously.

"Feels nice." He nodded and folded his forearms, balancing them upon the edge of their table. "Had a few hookups before, and the ladies did it. First time doing so, and it felt nice."

"Teach me, and I could try it," she allowed, tossing him a smile.

"I reckon a lot of guys like when their balls are juggled during sexual intercourse," he mused, and took a long sip of his butterbeer before he continued. "You hear it all the time when you know the boy language."

"Why are we talking about juggling balls?" she asked curiously, and threw him an amused half smile.

"Because communicating about bedroom stuff is important." His shoulders shrugged as he drummed his fingers over the surface of the table of the booth they were sitting at in The Three Broomsticks. "More important than people think it is."

Oshun said nothing since their waitress came to serve them their lunch. She ordered beef pasties with garden salad, and he ordered smoked turkey leg with potato wedges on the side.

"I think it was a bad idea to go out for lunch when we both have class in less than an hour," Oshun said once the waitress left them.

"But you agreed anyway," Fred said as he popped a potato wedge in his mouth. "My treat, angel."

"We can split, Freddie," she insisted, and jabbed pieces of lettuce with her fork.

"My treat," he said again, and fed her a potato wedge.

"Okay." She smiled at him as she chewed the potato wedge. "Did George tell you he and Gio are officially together?"

"He did." The redhead nodded with a mouthful of turkey meat. He chewed and then swallowed before washing it down with butterbeer. "Made it official last night. They fell in love so quickly."

Oshun stopped chewing her food.

She watched as the boy before her stuffed another potato wedge in his mouth and ate, oblivious.

"Is that a bad thing?" She found her voice and shoved more lettuce into her mouth.

His gleaming eyes met hers. "No, not really," he replied, and shook his head with eyebrows knitted together. "They've been talking and getting close since October, so perhaps it's an appropriate time for them to be in love."

"Mm." She nodded and continued to eat.

On the subject of love, Oshun was beginning to realize that perhaps she was falling in love with Fred.

She had once asked herself how she knew she was falling in love with him and she answered her own question: Fred made her feel held, not grabbed.

She knew it was quite fast, but that was how she felt.

"What are you smiling about?" Fred's voice brought her out of her thoughts, eyes narrowed at her with a small grin.

"Nothing." Oshun shook her head with a heartfelt smile. "You know we'll get in trouble for being late for classes, right?"

"Yes." He nodded confidently and forked some more turkey meat into his mouth. "I will make sure you take the full blame."

She scoffed and her eyes rolled playfully.

"What would you do if I told you I lost feelings for you?" His question startled her.

Her face reddened. "Fred, are you losing—"