Roses and Riots | f. weasley

Chapter 52: You and I

A/N: Warning for mature sexual content :)

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Emilia woke up to see sunlight peeking through the curtains, casting a warm glow across Fred's bare back as he slept next to her. It was her first time waking up with him next to her, and she already knew that she wanted to wake up to him for the rest of her life.

She smiled, watching how peaceful he looked, his face half tucked into the pillow as he slept.

"It's rude to stare, Miss Potter," he mumbled sleepily, peeking one eye open slightly to look at her.

She chuckled, "excuse me, Mr Weasley, I'm allowed to stare at my boyfriend as much as I like."

Fred's eyes opened fully and he lifted his head, "boyfriend?"

Emilia realised her words then, and was about to panic when Fred tackled her into a hug right there on the bed, kissing her all over her face until she giggled hysterically.

"Emilia Potter is my girlfriend," he said in delight, and she laughed against his chest.

"Damn right," she said to him, leaning up on her elbow to look at him lovingly.

He pouted up at her, "why are you so far away?"

She poked his chest, "I'm right here."

He continued pouting and held his arms wide open, gesturing with his fingers that he wanted a cuddle.

She laughed and lay back down on his chest, and he wrapped her up in his arms right away, pulling the duvet back over them.

"I could stay here forever," he sighed against her hair.

"Yeah, let's," she agreed, closing her eyes and nuzzling her face against his neck, breathing in his familiar scent as complete peace settled over her.

The peace didn't last for long, because Emilia couldn't resist trailing her hands down Fred's lightly toned stomach, and he groaned against her hair, shifting his hips involuntarily.

"Aren't you cheeky?" he mumbled, but he tightened his grip on her hips, squeezing them pointedly.

Emilia smirked and began to press hot kisses to his neck, causing his breathing to get heavy. When she felt the telltale sign of his arousal against her hip, she couldn't help but nip and suck at his soft skin, feeling how he swallowed heavily beneath her lips.

All it took was a particularly hot kiss in that spot below his ear, and he was grabbing her beneath her thighs and pulling her up to straddle him underneath the duvet.

She gasped and he grinned and hungrily took her lips in his, his fingers travelling up, into her hair and tugging slightly. His other hand travelled down to grab her arse, and then she rolled her hips slightly over his hardened arousal, and they both groaned at the friction it caused. 

"Fuck, Emilia," Fred groaned, his grip on both her hair and arse tightening.

The way he groaned into her mouth had her hips moving involuntarily again, only the thin barrier of their underwear between them.

"I can stop, if you like," she teased breathlessly, and he shot up into a seated position.

"Don't you dare stop," he whispered hotly, and he cupped the back of her neck and pulled her into a passionate kiss, his other hand squeezing the flesh of her thigh.

"You drive me crazy," he whispered against her lips as she moved her hips over his lap, stifling her own groan as a chill of pleasure shot through her.

"And yet you still love me," she said, and he tightened his grip on her thigh and rolled her over onto her back.