Roses and Riots | f. weasley

Chapter 55: Peace

A/N: Warning for mature sexual content :D

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Later in the evening, Fred subtly took Emilia by the hand while everyone else was talking, and with a grin he tugged her towards the stairs, and then pointed to a familiar white plant emerging from the ceiling over her head.

She chuckled as she recognised the mistletoe, "as if you need that to kiss me."

He shrugged, "well, this time last year, back in Grimmauld Place, that was all I wanted to do."

"Really?" she asked, stepping up onto the stairs until they were almost the same height.

Fred slipped his arm around her waist, "really."

He pulled her into a kiss then, and it didn't take long before he was tracing her lips with his tongue, tangling his fingers in her hair.

She sighed against his mouth, and he pulled back, grinning wildly at her. He took her by the hand once again and led her up to her bedroom, only barely resisting the temptation to throw her over his shoulder.

He closed the door behind them, locking it, then he looked down at her with a familiar look in his eye.

"Sickle for your thoughts?" Emilia asked him with a knowing grin.

He reached up to loosen his tie, and he smirked as her eyes hungrily followed the movement.

"Get your mind out of the gutter, Emilia," he said as he pulled off the tie and dropped it onto the chair by the bed.

Emilia swallowed heavily, "my mind isn't in the..."

She trailed off as he rolled up his shirt sleeves while holding her gaze, exposing his forearms, and he couldn't help how much it turned him on to see her looking at him like that.

If they had an empty house, he would've caused an outright riot in that bedroom with the girl he loved.

"Yeah, fine, I'm not denying it anymore," she said, because her mind was in fact in the gutter, very deep in the gutter in fact.

He gave her a look, "good, now get on the bed."

Emilia's stomach flipped at his tone, but never one to back away from a challenge, she crossed her arms, "you get on the bed."

Fred chuckled and stepped into her space and leaned down to kiss her, then he angled her head back so he could press hot kisses to her neck, "you're a menace, Emilia."

"Am I really?" she asked breathlessly, her eyes falling shut as he continued to kiss her neck and jaw, knowing what it did to her.

He walked backwards to the bed, pulling her along with him as he sat down.

"This is a bad idea," she whispered as she stood between his knees, holding his gaze as she leaned down to undo his belt, but the sultry smile she gave made him even harder than he already was.

He closed his eyes for a moment before reaching to run his hands up and down the outside of her thighs, "since when am I someone who has a preference for good ideas?"

She lightly dragged her teeth along his bottom lip, making him shiver, "that's a good point. I think you're corrupting me."

He smirked and lifted his chin to kiss her jaw as she stood between his knees still, "corrupting you? I don't think so. You're rebellious enough all by yourself, Emilia Potter."

She pulled his belt straight out of his belt loops and dropped it onto the rug next to the bed, "maybe just a little bit."

With that, she leaned down to kiss him deeply, relishing in the groan he let out against her mouth, his hands moving between massaging her thighs and cupping her arse over her dress.