Speak Now sequel: Leave Me Behind (Fred Weasley Fic)

Everything You Can Do I Can Do Better

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(Nicki)

My hands fumbled around with the products I was placing on the shelf, unpacking new stock and removing items that had been damaged by reckless kids. My back was sore from standing, but I went on with things, a smile on my face. Without warning, a pair of large, cold hands covered my eyes from behind and my stomach twisted in a way that made me cringe.

"Guess who," Jack whispered darkly, placing his lips on my neck and I smiled through the pain.

"Jesus?" I mockingly guessed, and I felt him grin against my sensitive skin, his breath hot and sticky on my neck, and I almost crawled out of my skin.

"So close," he joked and turned me around, grabbing my neck roughly and kissing my lips with great force. In my previous relationship with Fred, he had been delightfully rough but with a gentle hand- and I had zero problems with it- but Jack felt as though he meant the way he held me.

"Hey!" George yelled from the level above us, pointing a warning finger, "get back to work you punk!" He ordered me and I rolled my eyes, continuing to stack the shelf with the novelty items. Two weeks had passed since that night at the bar, and Jack had made the effort to see me every single day. I adored his attention, but couldn't help but feel slightly suffocated in his thick, heavy and dark presence.

"Did you want to come over tonight?" He asked, raising an eyebrow and leaning against the shelf.

"I'd love to, but I was gonna go to Ruby's for a movie night... We've been getting really close- it's nice to have a friend like her again. George loves the girl!" I cheered brightly, a pleasant smile on my face but I frowned when he sigh and rolled his eyes.

"When's your break?" He asked now, ignoring every word that left my mouth,

"Now..." I spoke slowly, scanning his face- trying to read him, but Jack had always escaped me. "Last thing I had to do was empty this box!" I explained, grabbing the giant empty box, shaking it upside down for emphasis with a little smile. I propped the box against my hip and walked to the back room, Jack following.

"Have sex with me," he said suddenly and I turned to him in shock,

"Jesus Jack, I'm at work!" I exclaimed incredulously, "How long do you think my breaks are?!" I scoffed now and he grinned,

"Just a quickie... You're going in the back room anyway- come on, it'll be plenty hot!" He pleaded- begged even, as I placed the box with the others and flattened it. Jack closed the door behind him and wandered over to me, hands grabbing my forearms. His hard fingertips purposely dug into my soft skin and I stared at him with a disgruntled expression. "Come on," he muttered, kissing my lips and closing me in between him and the wall.

"Jack it's a bad idea," I argued weakly, but he grabbed my arms and pressed them against the wall above my head. "What if Fred walks in?" I asked breathlessly as he planted his lips on my neck, teeth biting and grazing roughly against the sensitive skin. But at the mention of Fred's name, Jack stopped and looked at me with a dark scowl.

"I don't give a shit about Fred!" He seethed with such hate and dominance that I shuddered, "You're not with Fred, you're with me." He stated bluntly, "Now be with me!" He practically ordered, pressing his lips back to my neck, grabbing a section of soft skin in his teeth, and sucking on it harshly, no doubt leaving me with a love bite- a signature on me that I was 'his'. It was funny I didn't mind when Fred marked my skin playfully, but when Jack did it I felt queasy and self-conscious. Jack wrapped one arm around my waist, releasing my hands and lead me over to a nearby desk, kissing my lips in a hot blur. I loved to be touched roughly, but he wasn't just rough, he was possessive and selfish, and he filled me with fear- but the fear left me feeling alive and excited, and that was good enough for me. Jack's hips pressed roughly between my legs, making me hold back a gasp, and his hands went up my skirt and unclipped my stockings from my garter. His other hand untied my magenta robe, hastily finding its way up my shirt.