Forever Yours

| S I X T Y - S I X |

Brooklyn's POV:

I absolutely love when Fred and I watch a movie together. Just us two sitting in the dark cuddled up close under a comfy blanket, switching our attention back and forth from the movie and each other.

I've discovered four months ago at the little Christmas get together at Malfoy's, that laying completely down between Fred's legs with my head on his thigh, is so goddamn comfortable. And when I lay like that on my stomach he can play with my hair. And when I lay on my stomach, he can absentmindedly run his fingers along my jaw and cheek. It's amazing.

So that's how I'm laid right now. On my back with my head on his thigh closest to the back of the couch, tucked under a fluffy blanket. Fred has his one hand cupping my face, his thumb running along my lower lip.

We were watching the first Tom Holland Spider Man movie, a movie I've made Fred watch a bunch of times because it's my favourite one. Andrew Garfield is my second favourite. I don't like Tobey Maguire for some reason.

I don't think Fred seems to mind though that we're watching this movie again. He's going between talking to me and texting George.

I can't even move though. I'm like perfectly warm.

I looked away from the screen at up at Fred, seeing he was on his phone again, but was smirking a little. I furrowed my eyebrows together as I moved my head around, trying to get him to look down at me. He didn't.

So I did the only reasonable thing. I pulled my head back an inch, opened my mouth, and bit his thumb lightly that was rubbing against my lip. And it was quite soothing may I add.

"Bee." He mumbled.

"Daddy." I mumbled back.

He didn't say anything though. He just went back to typing on his phone. Stupid George.

Fred's hand found it's way under the blanket, groping onto my boob over my black bralette. I smiled a little and looked back at the movie.

He moved his hand under my back, unhooking my bra, pulled it off, then went back to teasing my nipple.

I whimpered through closed lips and squirmed my hips around. I could feel the cloth of my sleep shorts that covered my cunt stick to me, my wetness spreading quick.

He took his hands away from my chest and I arched my back, feeling the soft blanket rub against my nipples. I got pulled up to sit properly against him, leaning my bareback against his bare chest.

His hand disappeared down the front of my shorts, his fingertips right away going to my clit since I wasn't wearing any panties.

I cuddled my head into his chest and took a deep, relaxed breath, then looked back at the movie. Mm, this feels good. I love when he just rubs on me, not trying to lead into anything else.

He pressed a few kisses to my cheek, my cheeks went red so quick as I smiled a little. His mouth dropped down to my jaw, then my neck, my shoulder, he kept getting lower.

My hips began to rock against his fingers but immediately stopped when he slapped his hand against my cunt.

"Fuck." I whispered in a shaky tone.

"Don't do that." He warned.

Fred wasn't exactly rubbing me to make me cum, it was more like to make me feel good, because we stayed like that for a good while, while both watching the movie, his fingers worked itself over my clit, never once going into me.

My phone buzzed from somewhere under the blanket and I began to look for it without actually looking away from the screen.

Once I found it I looked down at it, seeing a few texts from the girls group chat.