one wicked weasley // f.w.

eleven - the tease

a/n
i don't even know what to say except mature warning. this may seem out of character for our sweet theia but remember, her headspace out the window.
i gave you three updates in one day, now leave me alone. thank you and goodnight.

song for this chapter:  i wanna be yours by the arctic monkeys

but i highly suggest "do i wanna know x woman" OR "she x dangerous woman"(both mashups, both on youtube, thank me later)

Kissing him was like being able to breath for the first time. Even in her hazy state of mind, she felt oddly at peace here in this bed with Fred.

Theia knew her sudden confidence around Fred was based off her high as she would have never climbed on top of him otherwise. Although they were close friends and flirted before, this — this — was different.

But he didn't seem to be protesting.

He was moving with a sense of hunger, his hands roughly griping her thighs and shifting her up higher on his lap. He then slid around to grab her ass, roughly squeezing at the soft tissue of her backside.

His kisses were just as feverish, pressing up into her as if he depended on her to live.

Fred wasted no time flipping her on to her back, breaking away briefly to yank his shirt up and over head.

Kneeling above her, the light that was seeping into the room from the gaps in the curtains bathed his bare body in an almost heavenly way.

His chest was rising and falling quickly, his fingers trailing against the soft skin of her neck as he began to trail them down her body. They dipped in between the valley of her breasts, Theia's breath catching in her throat as he gently flicked at the front of her bra before moving lower.

He was teasing her.

By the time he reached the hem of her shirt, she was a withering mess beneath him practically at the point of begging him to do something.

"What are you doing to me?" Her voice sounded miles away, barely above a whisper as her eyes fell shut.

"Oh honey, do you not remember all the teasing you did to me? It's my turn to have a bit of fun." A soft chuckle escaped his lips as he began to tug her shirt up, sliding it off of her body.

"I didn't do anything."

"This morning wasn't anything? The other day in the bathroom wasn't anything? You laying on the edge of the pond in just that pair of panties and a bra?" He had finally bent back down to her level, his lips brushing against her jawline as he spoke.

Her lips parted in an attempt to respond but she couldn't find the words, a soft moan the only thing escaping from her. His hands began to make their way up her body, slipping behind her in order to unclip her bra. He tossed it off to the side before sitting back up to look down at her, bare before him.

"Beautiful." He whispered softly before coming back down to press his lips against hers.

Her hands slide up his sides, feeling the strong muscles of his back as she began to touch him all over. Fred's hands did the same as hers, exploring every inch of her body as their kissing began to turn into something more feverish. Something more aggressive.

Somewhere in Theia's hazy mind, she had an idea. And she couldn't stop herself from putting it into action.

She pushed Fred back by the shoulders, flipping them over so he laid down on his back. Pulling away from him, her fingers brushed against his swollen lips as she watched him closely.