Roses and Riots | f. weasley

Chapter 73: Light in the Dark

A/N: Warnings for mature content, you're welcome ;)

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"Happy birthday, Fred."

Fred smiled sleepily as Emilia's whisper brushed his ear, followed by a kiss in that sweet spot just behind it. He couldn't help the sigh that left his lips as her kisses trailed across his jaw, before pressing softly against his mouth.

He lifted his hand to cup the back of her head, kissing her back tenderly.

"It certainly is a happy birthday," he chuckled against her lips. "Can the rest of my birthdays start like this?"

She beamed down at him, and it was a beautiful sight. She was finally looking like herself again, a month after escaping Malfoy Manor. She was less haunted, and there was a light behind her eyes again, and Fred thanked his lucky stars that he could see that side of her again.

"It's a deal," she said, pressing another kiss to his lips, and then propping herself up on her elbow to look down at him, brushing her fingers through his messy red hair.

"I just wish I could've gotten you an actual present, it's not everyday you turn twenty," she said with a frown.

He grinned at her, "well, I believe you gave me a birthday present last night, if I'm not mistaken, but if you want to pretend that I do turn twenty everyday just so you can do that-"

The rest of his sentence was muffled by the cushion that Emilia shoved over his face, but she couldn't help but laugh along with him.

He flung the cushion onto the floor, and immediately flipped Emilia onto her back, that smug look on his face making her mouth fall open.

"Well, hello there, Mr Weasley," she whispered as he rested his elbows on either side of her head.

He raised an eyebrow, "please, m'lady, call me Fred. Mr Weasley is my father."

Emilia shrieked in a mixture of horror and hysterics, and shoved him off of her, instead rolling him onto his back.

"Don't make me want to leave this bed," she warned, only half-joking.

Fred snorted, and then he sat up and hooked his hands under her knees, pulling her over his lap until she was straddling him.

He pressed a hot kiss to the hollow of her throat, "trust me, love, you won't want to leave this bed any time soon."

Emilia closed her eyes, tilting her head back as Fred pressed his mouth up her neck and below her jaw, his hands skimming up her bare ribs to cup her breasts. He hummed against her throat as her hips moved forward of their own accord in response to his touch.

She sighed softly, allowing the feeling to take over her senses.

"Well," she murmured, "seeing as we're already dressed for the occasion, it would be silly to go anywhere."

"Unthinkable, really," Fred agreed lowly against her collarbone.

He sat back then to look at her naked form, both of them still without clothes following the previous night's mischief.

"Beautiful," he mumbled, then he pressed his kiss to the faintly scarred skin on her chest, and then he turned his attention to each of her breasts, delighting in the sharp breaths she took in response.

Without warning, he was lifting her by her thighs and lying her back on the bed, wasting no time in dropping to his knees by the edge of the bed, his hands under her bent knees tugging her closer to him.

"Oh-"

He gave her a menacing smile and pressed a kiss to her inner thigh, revelling in the sight of her in front of him.