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Tweak says, "I've seen a different light."

George Weasley (bl_george) wrote in bloodlines_rp,
@ 2009-08-12 12:36:00

Entry tags:

george weasley, katie bell, loc: private residence (hogsmeade), loc: three broomsticks, oct 2002, type: rp

How much firewhiskey does it take to change a light bulb?
Date & Time: 12 October, 2002 |after-work-ish
Post Type: RP
Status: Closed: Complete
Character(s): George Weasley, Katie Bell
Location: The Three Broomsticks
Summary: George gets a letter. And needs a friend. Although maybe another drink will do... Or not.
Warning for sexuality.

George stared down at the letter in his hand, shaking his head, absolutely hating the knot it had created. Right in the gut. Icy and sharp. Like a knife. Bastard...

He blinked, then read the letter again.

George,

I know it's been a while, but I was just thinking how much I hate how we left things before. I wish we'd have had a chance to talk or something, but stuff happened so fast.

Anyway, I'm back in London, and I'd love to see you. Think we could hook up sometime? I miss you.

Matt

George gritted his teeth, crumpling the letter in one hand. Hate how we left things? Stuff happened so fast? He stood without moving for a very long time, counting breaths and heartbeats and the number of times his mind inserted the word motherfucker into any thought it had...

Seventeen.

His next thought was Angelina. She'd be home... But that thought was dismissed just as quickly. She'd be logical. He didn't want to be logical. He wanted to be...

Numb.

George shrugged out of bright magenta robes and left them lying on the floor, Apparating directly beside the front door of the Three Broomsticks and walking inside. A word. A coin. He took the bottle of Ogden's and the glass, then headed for an empty table. There were plenty.

He downed one glassful, then poured it full again, looking into the amber liquid for a moment. "To a big fuck you," he said, lifting the tumbler, then draining it again. He considered other options for people to drink with, and realised that it didn't matter, really. Drinking alone would do, if he didn't have a friend to drink with. Be with. Mourn and be furious with. He splashed the glass full again, taking a deep drink, then let out a ragged breath. Never stopped burning, no matter how much you drank...

Fuckin'-A.

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	bl_katie 2009-08-13 06:22 pm UTC (link)
	Katie relaxed in his arms, snuggling close to him. "It's lovely," she murmured, resting her head against his shoulder. She stroked the back of his hand with her thumb gently as they swayed. "Careful. I might fall asleep on you," she warned him, closing her eyes, "you're so comfy." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	bl_george 2009-08-13 07:14 pm UTC (link)
	"I'll wake you up," he promised lazily. The liquor seemed to be running as thick in his veins as his blood, slowing him to a crawl. Her hair. Soft, and sweet-smelling. How long had it been since he'd been here? In soft, sweet arms... Forever. He sighed against her hair, pressing a soft kiss to her temple. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	bl_katie 2009-08-13 07:22 pm UTC (link)
	"Thanks," she mumbled, nuzzling into his chest. She was vaguely aware of his lips brushing her temple and she let her fingers play with the ends of his hair idly. This was perfection, she thought. Perfect bliss. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

bl_george
2009-08-13 07:39 pm UTC (link)

"Or maybe," he whispered, fingertips finding her chin, "...maybe you should take me home before that happens..."

He guided her to look up at him, then brushed her lips with his. "Because being awake is nicer..." He pressed his mouth to hers as his thumb traced her cheekbone, a simple, soft kiss.

Every droplet of Ogden's in him reacted the exact same way, and his arm tightened around her.

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bl_katie
2009-08-13 08:09 pm UTC (link)

Katie looked up at George and then closed her eyes as he kissed her. It was soft yet urgent and she threaded her fingers in his hair as he pressed against her.

A tiny voice in the back of her head called her a hypocrite; it wasn't three days ago that she'd been telling Timothy that she couldn't do casual, that she didn't want to kiss anyone but him. Yet here she was, kissing and planning to do more with George.

But she didn't feel like a hypocrite. Because this was different. It was casual, but more intimate than that. Because it was George and she trusted him intrinsically. She didn't trust Timothy like that; she couldn't. It was the kind of trust one built over years. This was meant to happen with George; it was right with him. And she had the funny feeling that things wouldn't be awkward afterward.

"Hold on," she whispered before apparating them to her flat.

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bl_george
2009-08-13 08:18 pm UTC (link)

He barely had time to take a breath before they were standing in her flat, her body pressed against his and her fingers in his hair. She was warm and real and soft, and he couldn't stop himself kissing her again, his tongue parting her lips and finding salty sweet Ogden's and chips...

"Kat," he breathed, finding warm skin under the hem of her shirt. A tiny, far away voice reminded him that she'd never, and his hands gentled on her skin, sliding up to her ribs, pulling her closer for a deeper kiss.

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	bl_katie 2009-08-13 08:25 pm UTC (link)
	George's hands found their way under her shirt and Katie inhaled sharply. Relax, she told herself, just breathe and relax. She gradually became used to the feel of his hands on her skin, his tongue sliding across hers and she wanted more. She moved her hands down to pull at his shirt, running her hands across his broad back. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

bl_george
2009-08-13 08:37 pm UTC (link)

"God. You feel good..." George bent to kiss at her throat, one hand sliding through her hair. "Taste good..."

His fingertips brushed the silky fabric of her bra, and he groaned softly, unable to stop his hand sliding over her breast. Her nipple hardened as his thumb swept over it, and he lifted his head to claim her mouth again.

Fuck, I want you... He didn't care if it was him or the Ogden's or the note. She was warm and here and his...

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bl_katie
2009-08-13 10:24 pm UTC (link)

"George," Katie whispered as he kissed her throat. She moaned when he began to rub at her nipple, the sensation sending sparks of pleasure through her whole body. When he kissed her again, she responded hungrily, her hands sliding up his belly.

"Bedroom," she said, "we should...bedroom." She took his hand and lead him down the hall. The guest bedroom was closer, but that would be strange and impersonal. Not to mention her grandparents sometimes slept there. No, this needed to happen in her room.

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bl_george
2009-08-13 11:16 pm UTC (link)

George let her lead him down the hall, into her room, and he paused as they approached the bed. Pulled his t-shirt over his head, letting it fall to the floor before approaching her again.

He reached toward her, fingers brushing the buttons of her blouse, and he took a half-step closer. Wanting to see her, and touch her. One button slid through its hole, and her blouse parted to reveal a bit of skin. He traced it with one finger, this new crescent of flesh. Another button. Then another. "Let me," he whispered, meeting her eyes for a moment, then slid the last one free, letting her blouse fall open. He pushed it off her shoulders, then down her arms, letting it slip from her wrists to the floor as he pulled her against him, skin to skin, and kissed her deeply.

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bl_katie
2009-08-13 11:21 pm UTC (link)

George took off his shirt and then began to unbutton Katie's. She fought the urge to bat his hands away, to cover herself up. It'd been three years since anyone had seen her like this.

Don't think about that night.

She met George's eyes and nodded. She trusted him. He wouldn't hurt her. Her shirt fell to the floor and he drew her to him. Katie kissed him, letting her hands run up and down his chest and arms. It felt good and safe and wonderful.

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bl_george
2009-08-13 11:28 pm UTC (link)

She was nervous. Scared? Her eyes said so, anyway... George kissed her, sighed as her hands moved over his skin, then took a step, backing her slowly toward the bed. One hand moved behind her head, the other to her waist.

"Close your eyes," he whispered against her ear, kissing at her throat, licking at her pulse. "Lie back..."

One hand slid down the tight skin of her belly, moving soothingly, urging her to relax. "I won't hurt you," he breathed against her lips.

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bl_katie
2009-08-13 11:33 pm UTC (link)

Katie lay back on the bed, closing her eyes. She could feel her heart racing but she wasn't sure if it was from excitement or nervousness. Probably both. His mouth felt good against her skin; he knew just where to kiss, to lick.

"I trust you," she said, kissing him, her hand covering his on her belly and giving it a small squeeze before moving to his stroke his back.

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bl_george
2009-08-13 11:38 pm UTC (link)

He knew she did, and he was glad. Glad for this. Her mouth. Her hands on his skin. Gods, she was soft... His hands fumbled at the clasp of her trousers, working them loose, then running his hands over them, over her hips, and thighs.

His lips traced the swell of her breast, the curve of her ribs, tracing the band of her bra with his tongue as he slid her trousers down and off, working off her shoes and socks as he went. He kissed her thigh. Her knee. The soft hollow of her ankle.

George traced the same path down her other leg as he worked her knickers free.

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bl_katie
2009-08-13 11:45 pm UTC (link)

Katie bit her lip to stop from moaning as his mouth explored her body. She'd never been touched like this, tasted like this. She felt drunk with arousal (although some of that was actual drunkenness).

At some point he'd taken off her trousers and she was dimly aware that her knickers were moving away from her body, trailed by kisses. She opened her eyes and reached up for him, pulling him down on top of her. "This feels so good," she whispered, pressing kisses to his neck. "How do you make me feel so good?"

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bl_george
2009-08-13 11:51 pm UTC (link)

"Magic," George murmured, pressing one knee between her thighs and freeing a hand to work the tricky clasp of her bra open. It gave, finally, and the offending thing parted, offering up her breasts, and he moved to kiss at them, one after the other, licking one nipple into his mouth.

Gods, he was hard... Hungry... His jeans were tight, and he pressed against her thigh. "Want you," he rasped, and lifted his head so that he could look into her eyes. There was only one of her now, and all he could think of was being inside her.

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	bl_katie 2009-08-13 11:55 pm UTC (link)
	Katie laughed at his response and then her eyes fell shut again as he began sucking and kissing her nipples. She threaded her fingers through his hair until she felt him hard against her thigh. Breathe. Don't panic. She nodded, trying to calm down. "Go slow. Be gentle. Please," she said, "Just...be gentle." (Reply to this) (Parent)

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