"I have," he admitted, feeling his cheeks warm just a little. He wasn't necessarily embarrassed, but it hadn't been a dream that he'd planned to share. Not until it had come again, and again. "Dreamed about it, actually," he added with a chuckle.
And he'd lingered over the choices in the shop for a while, debating size and Muggle -vs- Wizarding, and had decided that magical was the only way to go. A cock she'd wear, and feel, if she'd do it, if she even wanted to...
It could be rather hot... George smiled, suddenly relieved that she wasn't disgusted. He'd hoped for amusement, or a roll of her eyes...
His hand cupped her cheek as he returned her kiss, thumb stroking the softness just by her mouth. She tasted of gin and firewhiskey, and the sweetness of some little cake. "Love how you taste," he breathed, licking at the corner of her mouth.
George took her hand, fingers slipping together, and he imagined what they'd feel like inside him, getting him slick and stretched, teasing him until he begged her to take him. He turned her hand, kissing her palm. "It's been a long time," he murmured, then kissed her skin again before looking up at her, the impish smile back on his lips.
"You're not doing anything this afternoon, are you?"