salvation - f.weasley

Fireworks

This chapter contains mature content. If you're not comfortable with it, please go to the second part of the chapter. 

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tesselate - alt j

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Fred's grin widens, and with one smooth, effortless motion, he pulls her beneath him, his arm wrapped securely around her waist. He buries his face in her neck, his lips tracing a slow path from her collarbone up to her ear, each kiss leaving a trail of shivers along her skin.

"Good," he whispers, his voice low. "Because I've got about a thousand ideas of what I could do to you right now."

Grace swallows, feeling her whole body tighten beneath his touch, his mouth, his words. She can hardly find her voice, but when she does, it's barely more than a whisper. "Then show me."

He lifts his head, his gaze locking onto hers, and the pure desire she sees there is undeniable. Moving closer, he teases her lips with his, close enough that she can feel his breath but never fully reaching her mouth. She puts her arms around his neck, wanting to feel his lips against hers again, he never gives in, letting the tension build between them.

Fred's hands slide down to her waist, his fingers playing with the edge of her shirt before he carefully lifts it over her head, letting it fall to the side. Instinctively, she crosses her arms over her chest, but Fred only gives a gentle shake of his head. His hands close around her wrists, guiding her arms above her head, holding them firmly. 

His gaze travels over her body. Then, his mouth returns to her skin, kissing every inch, every scar, from her neck down to the delicate curve of her chest and lower, each kiss trailing down her stomach, each kiss burning her skin. 

Grace's head falls back and she arches under him, craving more, needing him closer. With deliberate slowness, he slides her pajama shorts down her legs, never breaking eye contact. He then lowers himself over her, his body pressed to hers and she can feel him hard. His fingers find the elastic band of her underwear. He plays with it, teasing her, until his hand slips in. He touches her slowly, softly, in a way that makes her gasp with pleasure, her nails digging into his back.

Fred finally slips off her underwear, leaving her completely naked before him. His gaze travels from her long legs up over her hips, her stomach, her chest, and finally to her neck. Finally, he thinks. Finally, he can touch, kiss, feel, and hold the body he's fantasized about, pictured in every way his mind could invent. And somehow, it's even more incredible than anything he'd imagined.

"What?" Grace asks, her voice hiding a hint of vulnerability. She's nervous—afraid he might not like what he sees, afraid her scars might push him away.

Fred smiles as he leans in close. He kisses her with all the softness he can gather. "Merlin, Grace," he whispers, his gaze trailing down her body with a hunger barely concealed. "The things you do to me... I don't know how I'm supposed to keep my hands off you now—or ever again, really."

He cups her face in his hands, tilting her head so she's looking directly into his eyes. "You're so damn beautiful, Grace," he breathes, and then presses his lips to hers with intensity.

As their kiss deepens, Fred removes his boxers with one hand, sending them flying to the other side of the room, then places his hand gently on her hip, caressing the curve of her waist. "Are you still okay with this?" he asks softly, pausing to look into her eyes.

Grace nods, tightening her arms around his neck as she pulls him closer. "Please... do."

Fred grins, capturing her lips again. He enters her slowly, deliberately, making them both gasp from pleasure. "Fuck," he groans.