~smut/sexual content warning~
Arabella's POV:
The next few minutes were a complete blur.
George had wasted no time leading me through the crowds in the Room of Requirement and out into the vacant hallways.
He struggled to keep his hands off me, trying to force his lips away from mine in order for us to get to his dorm room.
My heartbeats increased more and more as we got closer to the common room, George following behind me as he repeatedly dove down into my neck to place wet kisses against my skin.
We hurried through the common room door and straight up the stairs, stumbling to George's door.
I leant up against it, almost panting to catch my breath as he closed to gap between up. He cupped my face firmly in his hands, smashing his lips into mine.
The contact caused me to quietly moan into his mouth, the voices in my head that were telling me this was a bad idea slowly disappearing.
My hand fell down to the doorknob, twisting it without breaking the kiss and slowly stepping back into the dorm room.
George lead us further inside, kicking the door closed with his foot. He then brought his wand from his pocket, separating his lips from mine to mumble a spell to keep the door locked.
Good thinking.
The light remained off, the bright moon outside the window being the only thing illuminating the room.
I kicked off my shoes, creating a slight distance between us as George stared down at me, slightly panting.
I reached up to wrap my hands around his neck, pulling his lips back to mine.
"Undress me" I muttered between his lips, desperation completely taken over.
He bit down gently on my bottom lip, humming in approval at my request.
His body began to lower, our lips pulling apart and he slowly knelt to the ground.
His eyes remained glued on mine, his hands sliding to my thighs and up underneath my dress. I felt him reach the waist band on my tights, lightly tugging on them.
He raised his brows, silently asking for approval. I nodded back eagerly.
He bit back a grin, gently pulling the fabric down my legs. I placed my hands on his shoulders, steadying myself as I stepped out of them.
He tossed them to the side, chuckling as he watched me raise my arms high in the arm, requesting him to remove my dress also.
I knew the multiple drinks I'd had were giving me a lot of liquid courage, as I would normally be extremely embarrassed of how needy and forward I was being.
George's hands came back to my thighs, now no barrier between them and slid underneath my dress. He grabbed it my the hem, slowly lift it up over my stomach.
I felt goosebumps raise on my exposed skin, causing me shiver as he continue to lift the dress over my head to reveal a pair of black lace underwear and a matching lace bra.
"Fuck me" he mumbled, shaking his head with a smirk, tossing the dress.
I was becoming embarrassing impatience, quickly reaching over to George and tugging at the hem of his t-shirt, demanding it off. He obliged, lifting his arms up in the air and allowing me to lift it over his head.
He was one step ahead, already reaching down to the buckle of his belt and undoing it, quickly shuffling his pants down and kicking them off, leaving us both in our underwear.
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Morning Love. (George Weasley)
Fanfic~"I am completely and utterly devoted to you." His eyes still on me, brushing more hair from my face and tucking it behind my ear. "It's me and you," I whispered, my forehead coming to lean again his, "always."~ Arabella Potter needs to learn how t...