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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 2009-08-14 06:16 pm UTC (link)
	Katie could feel that pressure and pleasure building inside her again. So soon? How was it even possible? She didn't know, but she wasn't going to say no to another orgasm. She slid her hand down to George's arse and squeezed. "Come on, baby," she whispered. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

bl_george
2009-08-14 06:47 pm UTC (link)

Ogden's on his tongue. Clean sweat on her skin. Nails across his arse. "Gods..."

Silky hair tangled around his fingers. A knot in his groin pulling tighter, and tighter. A whisper in his ear...

So close now. Close to the edge of something, something, something he was chasing? running away from? Gasping and fighting for... George groaned, hand sliding down a slick hip and pulling her body tighter around his own, thrusting into her without reserve now. Breathless. Hot...

"Fuck," he breathed, gripping at her thigh, gasping against her shoulder as her body tightened around his, and he grunted against her skin. The knot loosened, sending sensations washing through him like the drink, dragging a low moan from him as he came, thrusting until he couldn't stay inside her anymore. "Fuck," he echoed, sliding to one side, lying alongside her with an arm and leg still across her body.

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bl_katie
2009-08-14 08:04 pm UTC (link)

Katie held on tight as George began to thrust harder and faster. She could feel herself coming again and she called his name and then she felt George come inside her moments later.

This was what it was supposed to be like, she thought, pushing her sweaty fringe off her forehead. This was why everyone talked about sex constantly, wanted sex, needed it.

"Thank you," she said, turning to face him and brushing a kiss across his lips. "That was like...a Patronus. Sending the darkness away. You've no idea what you've done for me."

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bl_george
2009-08-14 08:44 pm UTC (link)

"Mmm..." It was dark, and warm, and he was floating, lazy and sated, drunk as fuck. He leaned into the faint kiss, then patted her bum absently. It felt like he was sinking deeper into the mattress, sleep tugging at his limbs.

"Patronus," he mumbled agreeably, yawning hugely, then settling again. No chance of falling, not from here. His stomach lurched a bit but the bed was rocking pleasantly, and he let it lull him toward sleep.

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	bl_katie 2009-08-14 09:49 pm UTC (link)
	Katie wanted to ask George about what this meant, what they were to each other now, but he was asleep before she could find the words. No matter. They could talk about it in the morning, she thought as she snuggled closer to him and drifted off to sleep thinking about whether she should make bacon or sausage for breakfast. (Reply to this) (Parent)

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