Eden's Garden (A Weasley Twin Smut Fic)

2- Boxing

"Alright, May show me what you got."

I looked Fred up and down before bursting out laughing.

"What in the bloody hell are you wearing?"

"I'm wearing athletic clothes."

"Weasley, you're wearing a jumper and pajama. You're gonna sweat your arse off. I'm wearing a tank top and shorts, and I still sweat a whole ton."

"Are you saying you want me in less clothing?" He smirked and leaned on the lockers. I pushed his arm out of the way so he lost his balance.

"I'm saying you're going to complain about how sweaty you are and I'm going to say I told you so. What you wear makes no difference to me." I grab the pads I used to train and put them on my hands. "Alright, now use your right hand and punch my right hand, so you're punching diagonally."

He threw a punch. I threw the gloves on the ground.

"What? Too hard for you?"

"You punch like I did when I was seven. You're weak Weasley. We obviously need to build muscle before we do anything."

"Did you just call me weak?"

"You bet your arse I did. You couldn't even hurt a fly. You had no power behind your punch. The only thing you're going to bruise is your ego. Muscle and power are everything, and if you don't have either, you're fucked. Now drop and give me 20 before I make you lift."

"And what are you going to make me lift? You? You're like a bird, your bones are hollow."

"50."

"I need a real challenge like if you could get a benchpress in here..."

"75..."

"Alright, alright! I'll do your stupid push-ups. But only the 20."

"You're doing at least 50 or we're done."

He grumbled as he dropped to the ground and started his push-ups.

"Get those elbows in, Weasley. I don't want them leaving your side. And if your shirt doesn't touch the floor you're doing them again."

He does as I say, grunting as he goes on. He stops for a second, so I sit on him. He grunts and finishes his push-ups.

"What's that about hollow bones?"

"Relax, May. My weight was in my arms not my legs. You're still tiny."

"Alright then. Let's see what you got."

"Huh?"

"Pick me up and squat me. 10 reps. Now."

He looks dumbfounded. I raise my eyebrows, waiting for him. I hold out my arms, waiting for him to lift me up. He rolls his eyes and throws me over his shoulder. He squats me 10 times then puts me down.

"Not bad. Now I know you're not all talk. Now punch the pads again."

"May, I'm tired I'm not-"

"Are you a pussy, Weasley?"

"No I-"

"Don't wimp out on me now."

"I just-"

"Poor, weak Weasley. Too scared to throw a punch. Are you that scared?"

All of a sudden, he throws a punch at the pad. Hard. I stumble a little bit, surprised.

"Alright. Now I know what it takes for you to get some power. Use that anger Weasley. Your opponents will get in your head. They'll make you mad. Show them what happens when you get mad. Show them you're not weak. Show them you hold the power in the situation. That's how you win."

"So you're saying if someone angers me enough I should punch them."

"Not at all. I'm saying if your opponent in the ring makes you mad you need to use that anger to fuel your power. You can release anger in different ways out of the ring. Now if you're too tired we can stop, but this was not a long session. You'll need to workout extra."

"I'm not working out outside of this. I already do Quidditch and this!"

"Then I guess you'll never be a winner."

He pushed me until I was pinned against the lockers again. I could see the fire in his eyes.

In a low voice, he said "Shut up May."

"Make me."

And with those two words, he smashed his lips against mine. He pulled my hips close to his and kissed me harder. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him back. Why the fuck was I kissing him back? His hands slid down my back to my butt. He squeezed it and hooked my leg around his waist. He grabbed my thigh and slid his hands under my shorts. He started massaging my bare ass with one hand and the other went to the back of my neck, pulling the kiss deeper. He slid his tongue into my mouth and I met it with mine. He then started kissing down to my neck. When he kissed right above my collarbone, I moaned a little, feeling the sensitivity. He began sucking on that spot and his hands went from my ass to the top of my shorts. He slowly untied them and pulled them down. He lightly traced the hem of my panties before reaching inside them. My breath hitched and suddenly I heard a BANG! outside the locker room. We froze, his hand down my underwear and lips on my neck. We heard another loud crash and quickly put our clothes back on, and I rushed to put my hair up in a ponytail.

George quickly burst in. "There's a troll in the dungeon! What are you doing here, May?"

"Fred asked me for boxing lessons, so I was obliging his request. Um, so what's this about a troll?"

His eyes shifted from me to Fred then back to me. He looked at our flushed faces and messed up clothes, but shrugged. "Alright, well we need to go back to our common rooms. So come on."

Me and Fred glanced at each other, then followed George to go up to the Gryffindor tower.

time skip :)

I lay in my bed, staring at the ceiling. What the fuck happened? I was supposed to teach him how to box, not make out with him. He almost touched me. He was centimeters away, and then that stupid troll. Merlin, what would've happened if the troll wasn't there? I heard a knock at my door and absentmindedly answered it, forgetting I was in my pajamas, a large hoodie and tiny shorts.

"Look who dressed up for me." Ugh, Fred.

"What do you want, Weasley?" I was tired. Tired of his games. But also sleepy.

"I, er, wanted to talk about earlier? The, um, locker room incident?" He looked sheepish, rubbing the back of his neck and refusing to make eye contact.

"We can forget about it. It was a mistake and unprofessional, so if there's a next time, I'm done with these lessons. Period." Why was I being so rude? It's not like I hated it.

"Oh. Uh, okay then. Sorry." He looked as if he had more to say, but then turned around and walked away.

Fred POV

She turned me down. I was going to tell her how I liked our time in the locker room and how I wanted to get closer with her, and she said it was a mistake. A mistake? Her sounds as I kissed her neck said otherwise. How could I keep going to those boxing lessons without that scene replaying in my head? Especially when she looks so hot in her workout clothes. But she looks hot no matter what. She always does. It takes everything in my to not kiss her then and there, the one time I finally do it, she rejects me. How the hell was I supposed to face her? The common room, classes, Quidditch practice, alone in the locker room with that competitive glint in her green eyes... fuck Fred! Pull it together. If she's going to reject you, you're going to reject her right back. I'm gonna make her want me. No, need me. Damn right. Eden May, you need me.