Songbird ; Fred Weasley

Seventy-three

Mature content

It couldn't have been more than a few hours later when I woke up again.

It was still dark out, and I had a headache from having cried myself to sleep.

Fred's arms were still wrapped around me, but in a more loose way. He had slid down a little and his head rested against my shoulder while I was on my back.

Alright, I was practically holding him, now.

I tilted my head so I could look down at him, but all I could see was a head full of red, fluffy hair.

I ran one hand through it, then pressed a kiss to his head.

When I turned my head to look at the alarm clock on my nightstand, the time was confirmed for me.

It was six in the morning, and Fred had to get up in thirty minutes.

When I ran my fingers through his hair again, he muttered in his sleep and moved his head, rubbing his cheek against my shoulder.

"Why are you not asleep?" He whispered, tilting his head up towards me.

His eyes were closed but he was very awake. I could feel his breath hit my neck, and I could sense the small smile on his lips as I scratched his scalp with my nails.

"That feels nice." He muttered. "Keep doing that."

I smiled, pressing another kiss to his head.

"You know I love you, right?" I asked, and he hummed in response, smiling weakly as I continued to scratch his scalp.

I sat up, urging him onto his back. His eyes were still closed, so I swung a leg over him and straddled his stomach.

"Freddie..." I said softly, running my nails up and down his chest. "Open your eyes. I need to know that you're fully awake."

"I'm awake." He yawned and opened his eyes, looking up at me.

His smile widened, and he ran his hands up my arms as I continued to run my nails along his skin.

Then I lowered my lips to his, kissing him slowly for just a second. Then I smirked at him while hiding my face in his neck, kissing the skin there.

"Shit..." Fred inhaled sharply and tilted his head to allow me more access.

His hands dropped to my hip, moving their way up my shirt, but I grabbed them, laced our fingers together and pushed his hands into the mattress on either side of his head.

"I'm sorry I haven't given you any sex for the past months." I whispered, moving down his body, my lips trailing kisses down his chest.

"Jesus... Mavis, this is why you're suddenly all over me?"

I didn't answer. I continued moving down his body until I reached his briefs.

"Love, don't blow me out of guilt. I'm not—"

"It's not out of guilt." I looked up at him. "You're my fiancé. Can't I give my boyfriend a blowjob?"

He let out a breathy laugh as he dropped his head back against the pillow and looked at the ceiling. "Course you can."

I smiled before I hooked my fingers into the waistband of his briefs, tugging down to free his dick.

He was already semi-hard, waiting for me.

I stuck out my tongue to taste him, loving the way Fred inhaled at the contact, his hips bucking off the bed.

I wrapped my lips around him, teasing him by immediately lifting off of him again.