Theophilia Flowers will make some tea. (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} blackberrywine) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} valarlogs,@ 2013-05-27 19:04:00 |
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What: First official date!
When: Before the camping trip.
Where: Theo's place, attached to the B&B.
Rating: Solid R and up for sexytimes.
Trigger Warnings: Shagging twins.
Status: Complete.
It took a day to call. Not because the Twins wanted to pretend that they weren't interested (they didn't play that kind of cool, it seemed a little lame by their standards), but because they'd worked, and then because they'd needed to discuss it between the two of them.
Things like dates did, after all, require conversations. Even if the conversation had mostly gone something like so:
Curves.
Yes. I know.
George.
Yes, Fred, I know.
Also --
Got that too.
So -
Just call.
So they'd called. And made plans. And now Theo had two decently well dressed twin gingers on her doorstep. They were all nice jeans, and blazer jackets over t-shirts.
They were just cheeky enough to have brought her a flower each.
Theo had kept her word. She’d made them a cottage pie, roasted veggies, and had made an entire fresh apple pie for dessert. And if they didn’t like that, she had blueberry pie as well. Fresh ice cream, and she was ready for dinner. But that was just the food.
She’d poured herself into a little black dress and done her hair and makeup. Even if things didn’t go anywhere, as she suspected they might, she still liked an excuse to dress up.
So she answered the door when she heard someone knock, appreciating the servant’s room to the side of the B&B having so much privacy.
“Flowers!” Her eyes lit up.
"Weasleys, actually," Fred gave a cheeky grin even as he and George both simultaneously offered over their gifts. Not roses, but daffodils. Pink and yellow.
"You look very nice," said George, smiling charmingly.
"And curvy," Fred finished, a whole different kind of charming.
“Well, Weasleys bearing flowers.” She took the daffodils in hand and leaned forward so she could tiptoe up and kiss them on the cheeks. “Thank you, you’re both sweet.”
Motioning them inside, she went to find a vase to put the flowers into, offering them seats. “I hope you found the place all right, we’re kind of tucked away.” She’d noticed that they had dressed up, and it made her feel better about the whole thing.
“So, what did you boys do today at work? By the way, you were right about those sticky guns, my guests have knocked over three lamps already.” She didn’t sound upset; she sounded pleased that the boys were enjoying the toys.
“It wasn’t too hard to find.” They’d googled it, because they were clever like that. They might have also read a few google reviews, but that wasn’t the point here.
They settled down on a little love seat, each taking one end like it wasn’t a big deal, even as they looked around the place, curious, interested, but their eyes always managing to end up back on her. Curious. Interested.
“Oh, you know.” Fred said.
“We ran the place. Like we do.”
“Sorry for your lamps. We hope you have a break it and buy it policy.” They didn’t sound upset either.
Smiling, Theo poured them each a glass of blackberry wine, handing it over and smiling. She leaned down to kiss them on the forehead. “Oh, it’s fine. Lamps are just lamps. Easy enough to replace.”
Her little set of rooms were homey and decorated prettily enough. It was obvious that she knit, that she was fond of her cat. That part was obvious from the amount of pet hair on the things she knit.
“Come sit at the table, food’s already done for you.” She smiled and walked toward the kitchen.
The twins glanced at each other, shrugged, and then followed her
Not that he would have anyway.
She was affectionate with kisses and pats and hair ruffles. They rather enjoyed it, and wondered if she might be as receptive. Yes. They both wondered it.
“What’d you make?” Fred wanted to know, even as George sipped the wine and looked happy about it.
“I told you! I made you cottage pie with roast veggies. There’s also some pies too, of the standard fruity kind. And I made ice cream to go on top. You boys aren’t lactose intolerant are you?” She bent over to pull the cottage pie out of the oven where it had been warming. It was golden brown on top where the mashed potatoes were peaked and fluffy.
She hummed as she started to serve, grinning at the wine they weren’t drinking. “I made your wine, too, you know. But that was three or four years ago.”
“No intolerances of food! We enjoy all the lactose. And all the pie.” They totally were drinking it! Well, George was. Fred had forgotten he was holding his when he’d watched her bend over to take things from the oven. It was hardly something anyone could blame him for.
“You make wine?” They echoed it, followed by both drinking at the same time. Unrehearsed tricks were the best. “And you didn’t even know us four years ago, goodness.” That was Fred. George only grinned, willing Theo to need to bend over for something more. Because that totally wasn’t objectification and he totally wasn’t sorry. Or something.
“Of course I do. I’ve got a winery that I run here. Best alternative flavor wine in the Times, six years running.” She beamed with pride and motioned for them to sit down at their plates, but not before bending over to get the veggies out.
She might have been doing it on purpose. She certainly wiggled a bit more when she bent over.
They might have appreciated it. Fred said so by giving a little intake of breath that was purposefully loud. George tittered a little even as he found his seat.
“So a Bed and Breakfast and a winery? Goodness, you keep busy, then huh?” Small talk was boring, but they weren’t exactly not interested, either. It was nice to know who you were hitting on, just in case they might have to know things later on. Really, the boys were quite clever.
“Of course I do! You haven’t even seen the jams and jellies I make.” She winked at them, handing over plates piled high with food. Settling down next to them, she started to take dainty careful bites.
“Really, the winery isn’t that difficult. Half of that is a waiting game and knowing how to do it. Do you like it?” Reaching out to hand them their napkins, her fingers brushed theirs. She could barely believe that not only was she flirting so much on a first date, she was doing it on a first date with twins. It was enough to make a girl want to skip right to dessert.
“You seem quite talented, Theo,” Fred said, and maybe scooted his chair over a little more to sit a bit closer to her.
“Better be careful,” George added, following suit until they were all cozy and entirely too close. Because frankly all her little half touches were intriguing and they were the kind of boys who once were given an inch, looked next to take the entire map. “You’re tempting us.”
That just made Theo smirk. “With what, pray tell?” She squeezed Fred’s hand under the table, beaming at George while she did so. She’d had a couple of glasses of wine before their arrival to loosen herself up. It may have been just a shade too much.
Or just enough. One could never tell with these things.
Moderation was for people with no proper sense of adventure. The twins hardly cared for it at all. They did, on the other hand, like the wine quite a bit. And the food.
“What what?” Fred repeated, amused. “Your amazing feminine wiles, clearly.” Frankly, he just liked the way she sounded when she spoke, the accent tickled him a bit. He ran his thumb over the back of her hand playfully.
George winked in reply to the grin before finishing off his wine.
That made Theo blush. “Oh, and y’all aren’t temptin’ on your own? With your accents and your mouths that are all kissable and bein’ all cute and gentlemanly with the flowers.” She liked that Fred used his thumb to touch her, to make the hand holding that much nicer, and she smiled as she leaned against George.
“I’m not usin’ wiles. I’m just always like this. Wiles are things girls put on special. Kind of like the panties I’m wearin’.” Okay, so maybe a teeeny bit too much wine.
They probably would have giggled at the compliments - might have tittered a bit and given remarks about how it all came natural-like. However, that was all wayside business when she kept on keeping on.
The twins rose their eyebrows up high, both looking a mix between delighted and shocked. Delightfully shocked? Yes, that.
They might have leaned in a little closer. “Do tell.” Fred prompted, while George only smiled. That was usually how it went -- and only those who knew them well enough would know that was really how to tell the difference between the two of them.
“What? They’re just the cute ones that make my bottom look better. Every girl’s got a pair of date panties, we just don’t tell y’all about ‘em.” She was glad she was almost done with her food, if only because flirting over a cottage pie was silly.
“Is this the part where I offer to give y’all the tour? Or did you wanna have pie first?”
She couldn’t help but laugh, play snapping her teeth at Fred. “Fred Weasley, you see what you’re doin? You’re making me sound all whoreish and I’m not, promise.”
Date panties. Heehee. That was almost as silly as flirting over cottage pie. Luckily for them all, the twins had made short work of the food, and so didn’t have to feel too weird about flirting over potatoes and vegetables anymore.
“Tour!” They both said, because dessert was good, but sitting still was entirely too hard. At least they were well aware of it.
Fred demurred. Because he could, because he was good at it. “Oi, no, Theo. Don’t think that. You sound perfectly lovely, and not at all a thing so negative. If anything, we’re clearly just distracting you from proper word choice.”
“That’s sweet of you to say.” She smiled as she cleared the plates, leaving the washing up for after the date. “Well, you’ve seen the kitchen. I don’t have much of a dining room unless you count the one in the B&B, but I try not to go out there too much. Business and pleasure mixing and all that.” Theo motioned for them to follow her down the hall.
“Here’s the living room, pretty boring except for the cat, say hi to Dion. He’s a pretty sweet boy.” The black cat lifted its head, sniffed the air, then lay back down as if to say the boys had passed muster.
The next room was her study, and she showed them that before turning into the bedroom. “Now, I know it’s silly, but I love my bedroom ‘cause it faces the garden. It gets the most light in the afternoons too. Best place ever for naps.” But since it was evening, the curtains were drawn. Her bedroom was all red silks and black cottons, dark but somehow sultry and warm.
They’d followed her about the place, giving little murmurs of approval, agreeable nods (as well as a hullo to Dion) and very intentional brushes of shoulders when peeking into this room or that.
“It’s very nice,” one of them said.
“Comfortable seeming,” agreed the other. She had a very adult room, and they found they liked that, although had expected nothing otherwise. Everything looked interesting to touch, in a strangely welcoming sort of way.
They gave a little pause -- which was to say, they both managed silence at the exact same time - passing a look between them before glancing at her again. “Have we mentioned you looked lovely?” Fred, again. Always first.
“Oh, thank you!” She flopped onto the bed, laying on her back and smiling. She blushed a little to herself, smiling at the boys. “You do too, you know. You didn’t have to dress up.”
As if on cue, they each sat down on either side of her, looking for all the world like they’d just been given the best of compliments. Not that jeans and blazers was really dressing up, but that wasn’t the point. “Oh, you know, dress to impress, all that.”
“Just doing what comes naturally.” George might have tacked on that that was how they always did things, but that didn’t seem like the point, either.
“Well, you both look... really nice.” She smiled and toed off her heels, sighing contentedly once they were off. Her toenails were a dark red, legs bare. “There’s still pie, you know.”
Just in case they didn’t want to make out. Because in Theophilia Flowers’ book, that’s how the best dates ended.
With pie? Or make outs? Or making out during pie? Because some of that seemed like entirely too much multitasking. The latter one. In case anyone was wondering.
“We’d like pie,” George said.
“But maybe later.” Fred finished this time, and it seemed fitting. Well, not really finished. He cocked his head to the side, as if curious, and blinked down at her. “We were thinking we should probably just kiss you now.” Of course they were both thinking it. That was what the glance was for before! Keep up!
She smiled and nodded. “Finally. Y’all are slow for bein’ smart.” She giggled before tugging George down by the shirt, closer to her. But at the last moment she kissed him lightly, knowing he was sweeter than his brother by far.
If she’d known that all it took to find adorable boys to have crushes on was to have younger people stay at the B&B, she’d have asked her friends with kids to stay over sooner.
They might argue that one was no sweeter than the other, but probably it was not so. George was the kinder of the two, in his own odd way. More sensitive, perhaps. His kisses were light, but not shy, or without confidence.
“We were raised polite like,” Fred supplied because George was busy, and that was just how that went. Natural like. Eventually though, his competitive edge grew until he was leaning over too -- giving his brother the tiniest of touches to the shoulder until he politely withdrew and he could have a turn.
“So you were,” she murmured, breathless when Fred took his turn. She supposed she had brought this upon herself; she was the one to joke about this the first time they met. And she was enjoying herself - quite a bit if the way she was breathing shallowly and pulling Fred closer was any indication.
But it still made her near dizzy with how wrong it felt - in the good way, of course. Reaching out for George even as Fred kissed her, she took his hand and squeezed.
Long ago had they gotten over that feeling of wrong -- extinguished it before the flame had even been able to completely burn. There was no guilt or hesitance in either of them, and really she had brought it on herself. They didn’t mind. They hoped she didn’t mind -- although it didn’t seem much at all like she did.
Fred kissed a bit harder - he had a bit more exploration to offer, and maybe a bit more tongue and bite. Both seemed amused by the fact that she included them both in even this. George squeezed back, and then petted her hand with the tips of shortly cropped nails.
Arching her back a little, Theo sighed as she kissed Fred. She liked George’s kiss, but she was more in the mood for Fred’s style. She lightly nipped at his lower lip too, and when they pulled apart for air, she was grinning.
“See? Lucky panties ain’t let me down yet.” Lucky bra as well, but boys tended to not really separate the two.
Was there a difference? Once you had one bit off, the other was just in the way and gone soon, anyway.
“Very lucky,” Fred’s tone was a bit thick - he took a little breather and leaned back a little, bumping shoulders with George even as he did so.
“And we haven’t even seen them yet.” Presumptuous? Possibly. But, then, that was kind of what one got when dealing with these two. Plus tiny touches -- there were a lot of those, light fingers across knees and hips and the curve of her waist.
“Y’all didn’t ask.” She sat up, lifting her hair so the most observant twin could help her with the zip on her dress.
That’d be George, thanks. He leaned back, and went in for one of the longer unzippings he’d ever been through. It was fun. He did it slowly.
Fred, on the other hand, giggled. “Y’all. Love it.” Surely, Theo didn’t expect boys from a joke shop to not find nearly everything funny.
“Say what you will about y’all, but it’s just faster than ‘you two’ or using your names.” She giggled right in turn, but George’s fingers felt good on her back. She was wearing one of those lacy bras so filmy that it was a wonder it held anything up. Black, of course. This was a date.
Once the zip was down she wiggled out of the dress so that the panties were exposed, made of the same material. They were comfortable to boot. She’d never get rid of them.
They didn’t disagree with her analysis, since the main goal had been to get her to say it again. They giggled over it, but forgot it all soon enough when she was all wriggly and in only underthings that were impossibly see-through, despite still having color.
“Wow,” they both said at once. The following silence was the real compliment, though.
That just made her blush, and she giggled as she looked down. “They’re not that impressive unless you’re wearin’ ‘em. Which - please don’t, you’ll stretch ‘em funny.” Theo ran her fingers through her hair, suddenly nervous.
“We’re not really into that.” Fred had a little smile on, a quirked eyebrow to match.
“No worries,” George nodded and then tilted his head to the side a little, as if curious about her sudden change in expression. “Alright?” Instead of waiting for an answer, he leaned in for another of his nicer kisses.
She kissed him back shyly, because she was. It had been a while since she’d taken a lover, much less two of them, and she was only a little bit intimidated. But they were being so sweet and trying so hard to make her feel comfortable, that she couldn’t help but feel a bit endeared to them.
She hoped this wouldn’t be their only tryst.
Kissing George back a little more firmly, she cupped his cheeks, still kissing him sweetly.
They got it. This was a little different -- not something everyone could so easily just fall into and feel completely comfortable with right away. It’s not like this was normal for them either, not really. Usually it was just them.
George kissed back, and it was a happy, interested kiss that started light and worked its’ way into something more. Just a tiny nearly polite nibble to her bottom lip. Wisely, Fred stayed to the side, watching with a gaze that was strangely interested.
Theo broke the kiss with George, smiling and looking at Fred with a hooded, wanting gaze. “I feel like I should have a timer, I don’t want to blueball either’a y’all.” She giggled at her crassness, but figured why not take the moment to do something bold? Reaching behind her back, she unhooked her bra, wiggling her shoulders just enough to slide the straps down and off of her shoulders.
They decided it was probably smart not to note something along the lines of how eventually taking turns probably just wouldn’t be a concern at all. Instead, they just gave cheshire grins that melted away to something a little more reserved when she undid her bra.
“Let us help you with that,” Fred said, a little too quickly. Hey, they were allowed to be a little shy, too. That didn’t stop them from helping her take it off completely. Because clearly that was work that took three sets of hands.
If that had been said out loud, Theo would’ve agreed. Everyone seemed to be a fan of her cleavage but her. It just made her back sore, made it hard to find cute underthings. She smiled at Fred for a moment before letting the rest of her hair down from its partial updo. Sighing contentedly, she massaged her scalp a bit.
Well, it was hard not to be a fan of her cleavage, to be fair. It was all -- there. And very nice. How were two twenty-something boys supposed to know about the back-pains women with large breasts got? They just looked every now and then. And, you know, enjoyed.
Her hair was lovely -- darker red than theirs and looked soft to the touch. So Fred did just that when he leaned down to kiss her again (it was his turn), fingers brushing through it. He always had liked touching things when he was curious about them.
George grazed careful nails over Theo's stomach and hips, as if being very careful about remaining vaguely polite. They didn't want to come off as too creepy; too disinterested in her and only interested in sex. Sex was fun, of course, but still.
Theo giggled as she kissed Fred. “Y’all touch me like you don’t know you’re gonna get laid. I mean. I don’t want y’all to think that’s all I want. I just want to see you again.” She giggled. “Y’all are sweet. And you make me laugh.”
Three y’alls in one go! It was like the best kind of verbal magic! Oh, and what she was saying was nice too. Of course it was. Even if it would spurn more necessary conversation between the two of them.
The twins blinked, and then smiled again (they were always smiling, let’s be honest). “Aw,” said Fred, once he’d leaned back a bit. “We figured. Just didn’t want you to think we’re being pushy.”
“That would be rude,” George agreed, although it came off as mischievous. In all fairness, they usually didn’t need communication when they were going about things like these. Why would they amongst themselves?
Without much more conversation, they lost their shoes (even they knew shoes shouldn’t go on a bed), and rearranged themselves so that with all three sitting one was in front of her, and the other behind. There were a lot of places they could cover in touches and kisses that way.
“No woman totally hates a pushy man in bed, no matter what they say,” Theo smirked. She was content to wrap her arms around the twin in front of her while leaning back against the twin behind her. They were sweet, and surprisingly muscular for what one would expect, actually. She also liked how deep their voices were. They could’ve honestly just talked for a while and she’d have been happy.
“It’s nice that you surveyed them all,” Fred quipped - amused as always. It really didn’t take much to prompt either of them to talk, and they were happy to do so all day if someone would let them. He’d ended up in the front (of course he had), and was happy for the almost cuddle, even as he cupped her breasts in his hands and offered bitey kisses along her neck and jaw.
George had his head leaned against hers -- cheek pressed into the top of her head and hands flirting with her sides -- touching across Fred's hands before moving again. "Mm, we'd worried we'd have to canvas and poll."
“Well, a girl has to get over being divorced. I did it by sleeping with a few girls,” she twittered. “I get the appeal, but it’s not my always choice, if you know what I mean.” She bit her lip as it was at that moment unoccupied by another person’s mouth, reaching out to tug off Fred’s shirt. If Fred could be bossy, so could she.
“When did you come out here?” Yes, she was trying to get to know them better as they shagged. No, that wasn’t weird.
Blazers were lost to the floor, and since Fred was having his shirt pulled off, George echoed the same sentiment, as well. No one left behind! “We understand,” Fred said -- about the girl bit, because they did. Not that they didn’t like ladies. They definitely, definitely did. Obviously. Hello!
“About ten years ago,” George responded to the actual question. “We were twelve? Thirteen?” He sounded a bit like he’d forgotten, as if it hardly mattered one way or the other.
“It’s quite a bit more exciting here, you know.” Fred filled in, stretching a little now that he was minus a shirt.
“You can say that again,” Theo grinned. “Holy ... wow. I would not have expected you boys to have so many muscles.” She ran her fingers over George’s chest, then over Fred’s arms. “How heavy are the toys y’all are picking up?”
They snickered at that. “Shipments can be heavy. It adds up. And between a pregnant employee and an underaged one --” Fred shrugged.
“Best we do the work,” George finished the thought up before pressing kisses against her neck. Neither seemed particularly modest. They were well built enough, tall but not really all that lanky anymore these days. Comfortable in their own skin, at the very least. Of course.
Theo had never really had that. She wondered if she might be able to learn something from the boys she had crushes on. Oh, shit. She had crushes on boys. Underage twin boys. “Mmm, well. I can help do some of the work here now, if you want me to.” Giggling, she scratched lightly at Fred’s chest.
They weren’t underaged by any means! They could drink and vote and all sorts of fun things. All sorts.
“We might like that,” George agreed, resting his chin on Theo’s shoulder and watching with an amused interest as Fred closed his eyes and gave a lopsided smile at the little scratches. “He always does like it a bit rough,” he noted, as if giving her a tip. Rarely did they not speak as a we, and he felt a bit strange not doing so.
Theo decided to test that, motioning for George to help her suck twin bruises onto Fred’s collarbone. She couldn’t help but smirk, even as she worked George’s belt off while she did so. She could feel her chest breaking out into gooseflesh.
George hesitated for a moment, as if unsure that this was something he was meant to be doing with Theo around, but gave up whatever reservations he might have had when Fred gave a tiny little gasp. She clearly wasn’t judging.
Fred giggled at the attention for a moment before pulling back and stealing a kiss from the both of them without any shame at all. It seemed only fair that he kept up with George in his state of undress, and so worked his own belt off as well.
She’d suspected. And hell, it wasn’t her life, so who was she to judge? It was kind of ... sweet, really. Maybe a little hot.
Okay, a lot hot.
She liked how Fred gasped and she giggled when they were both kissed. After a moment she sprawled out on her back, just to see what they’d do if left to their own devices.
They both turned nearly wry expressions on her, as if they knew what she was up to with that move, but made no real mention of it. Theo was, after all, what made this different, and they would hardly ignore her - just like they wouldn’t ignore each other.
George leaned down to kiss her again, happy little kisses that went from mouth to jawline to her (really, really nice) breasts. Fred kissed and nibbled at her knees and thighs. Their shoulders brushed together, fingers on their free hands touching familiarly.
“Really,” she murmured contentedly. “Y’all are the sweetest things.” She only felt like she was robbing the cradle a little. ... twice.
She turned her head to kiss George a little harder than before, even as she tugged on Fred’s hair when he nibbled her knees. It was like they were some sort of human circuit, like they were the cord and she the socket. Which she supposed made sense, in terms of metaphors.
Metaphors were weird, anyway. Then again, the weirder the better, right? Right.
They giggled again at her drawl, certain that that would never get old. George kissed back, with a happy confidence that turned eventually into a bitey confidence.
Fred gave a pleased little whimper over the hair tug, but that didn’t really stop him hooking his fingers on the top of her lacey panties and shimmying them down a little. “We are the sweetest things,” he agreed a bit cheekily, even as he worked.
“I can’t decide if y’all think my accent is silly or if you find it as hot as I find yours.” She especially liked how their voices were far deeper than she’d expected them to be initially. Every time they said her name? Panties sodden.
She noted that Fred liked the hair tug, and she noted that George did bite a little eventually. She also noted that her first time having sex in five or so years was going to be awesome.
They were snarky, silly things, but they certainly did hope to impress in some regards. Awesome was a must.
Her accent was probably as exotic to them as theirs was to her. “Bit of both.” Fred hummed even as he slipped her panties off completely and totally did not give a look of victory. Nope. He kissed and nipped at her inner thighs as George pulled away a little to remember to breathe.
Theo’s husband hadn’t really been a fan of the going down thing, at least when it came to her. He’d liked it just fine on himself. She sighed contentedly at Fred, running her fingernails over his shoulders. “Y’do that, I’mma do it to you too, y’know.” She smiled to herself, feeling a little dreamy.
“Gosh, how will I ever survive,” Fred all but rolled his eyes before giving another little laugh and then dipping his head down to do the ‘going down thing’. He wouldn’t admit a ton of experience here, but hey, at least he seemed eager.
George watched that for a moment, head tilted to the side as if curious before turning his gaze to Theo’s face. It was a little like weird studying. Sexy studying.
Theo marveled at how much better this was when she hadn’t had it in a while. Fred made up what lack of experience he had in enthusiasm, and she smiled a little as she crooked a finger at George, trying to move his pants.
What. If it’s not normal to think about how you want to go down on a guy while a guy goes down on you, then Theo wasn’t normal. Or confused. Because really, threesomes were heady and exciting but confusing too.
Heady. Heehee.
They were a bit confusing, but the twins would swear by practice making perfect, or something. George wiggled out of his pants, letting them fall to the floor, before leaning over to kiss her again even as he threaded his fingers through Fred’s hair.
Sighing into the kiss, Theo closed her eyes even as she reached out to tug George’s boxers off. “Been a while since ... just tug m’hair if I mess up,” she murmured. She’d only had two glasses of wine while she cooked, she didn’t know if maybe she’d suddenly become a lightweight.
Leaning down once the kiss was over, she kissed George’s hip before gnawing as she moved inward.
“Okay,” George didn’t say it dumbly, exactly, but he certainly didn’t come up with anything clever to go along with it. He settled the fingers of his free hands into her hair -- not to tug, just to, well, touch.
The other twin leaned back from his little licks and kisses in order to breathe for a moment. He grinned. “Hmm.”
Theo looked over her shoulder. “What, there’s gorgeous guys here with me. I’m going to do something.” She moved George over in a position that made things easier before looking up at him. “If that’s okay with you,” she murmured coyly.
The coy thing suited her -- sort of like the Southern accent and the curve of her hips. George found himself giving a lopsided smile and a nod, as if it wasn’t clear he was only with things. For those of us just tuning in boners = pretty darn okay.
Fred snorted out his amusement, filed away the thought that probably he should have a chat with George about his weird bouts of shyness -- later -- before kissing Theo’s thighs and going back to his previous work.
Smirking, Theo looked up at George and tenderly kissed his hand before letting her lips graze over his erection. Like her accent, she lazily eased into going down on him, into moving herself down upon him as much as she could. From time to time, Fred would find a perfect spot and she’d have to stop and whine, whimper, shudder, but she was trying to focus a bit on George. He seemed to need it.
Maybe he did. A little. Currently he was pretty okay though. Maybe better than okay. It was hard to find a reason to complain, that was for sure. George’s expression was one that was both a little surprised and a lot pleased. He played his fingers through her hair with one hand, and twined his fingers with Fred’s with the other.
As much as Fred was enthusiastic, he’d eventually forced himself to lean back and just watch Theo and George for a moment. He wasn’t usually one to sit still, but occasionally he could appreciate beauty in silence.
She looked up to meet George’s eyes. She’d have smiled if she could, but she did like that there was a moment of silence. But that meant that she wasn’t doing a good enough job - George should’ve been making noise by then. So she moved a little faster.
Well, christ, she could have said so -- wait, no. That was a silly thought. George gave a little gasp, and tightened his fingers in her hair a little; but then stopped that immediately because he remember that was some sort of code for please stop, and really he did not think that please stop should apply in this situation. Phew, run on sentences.
Fred giggled a little before moving to bite a very distracted George’s shoulder, and then to kiss at Theo’s. It was like never ending options over here, man.
She didn’t take it as a stop, she took it as a yes, please, more. Tugging was a good sign - yanking was code for stop. Groaning when Fred bit her shoulder, she moved so she was on hands and knees to help George out more.
Even distracted, the twins found the time to share an expression between the two of them. Twin speak was awesome, and they would recommend it to anyone. After a moment, George tore his eyes away from Fred’s and gave a little whimper of a noise - both of his hands in Theo’s hair now, and found it beneficial for all if he moved his hips a bit for this. Hooray, participation!
Fred chewed his lip for a moment before excusing himself enough to lean off of the bed, to sort through the pockets of his pants. At least, he was pretty sure these pants were his.
Theo didn’t notice what was going on behind her, but she did hear George’s whimper. There we go. Reaching up, she ran her fingers down his chest. Looking up, she tried to meet his eyes.
George met her gaze, his brown eyes were not completely focused, but between a near mewl of approval and another little huff of breath, he offered her an almost lopsided smile. "This --"
"--Is awesome. Careful, or you'll end all the fun too soon." Fred supplied, taking a bit of pity on his brothers' current ability to form proper sentences. "Uhm, it wouldn't be creepy or surprising if -- ?" He'd clearly found the condom he'd been searching for in his jeans, and held it up in victory. Sometimes he forgot that tact had a certain kind of charm, and just didn't think to use it.
Theo leaned back, smiling and tossing her hair as she looked at Fred. “Did other things? I give y’all permission to try anything you want. If I don’t want you to, I’ll just tell you so. But I kinda ... wanted both’a you, really. Gosh, I’m greedy.” She sighed to herself.
"Yes," Fred said dryly. "So greedy of you--"
George scooted back a little, gaining his composure and giggling a little at the same time. "--to want two people at the same time."
"We'd never understand that." Sarcastic as the comments were, they lacked any real heat or chiding. Why would there have been any. "Lucky we both came prepared, huh?" He leaned forward to kiss her again, and she tasted like wine, some kind of lip gloss and George all at the same time.
"Boy scouts, we are," George agreed, mildly. "What he means to say is, however you want it, really." It only seemed fair, what with the fact that she'd cooked dinner. Or. Whatever.
She giggled right back at George. “I’ve got my own, you know,” she replied. But Fred was snogging her and she was play growling and tugging him closer.
But they took her off guard. “Oh, no, I couldn’t! Y’all are my guests! You boys pick.”
"Y''all," Fred murmured the word under his breath, giggling a titch. Really, that wasn't going to get old any time soon. He kissed her again, and it was nearly affectionate. Really, they could get used to her and be pleased about it.
"Is that Southern hospitality?" George seemed a little quicker on the uptake now - just as cheeky as Fred in all regards - comfortable after his bout of attention. Clearly it didn't take him very long to warm up to things and he didn't stay shy for long.
As much as they teased, they were interested in her wants. "You can have us both," Fred said, a little resolutely. "Need more provisions than what we thought to bring, though." Honestly, they were chatty little things.
“Top drawer on your side, Fred.” She giggled, her cheeks going bright pink. “I may not have gotten laid much these past few years, but I’ve been plannin’.” She winked, giggling and burying her face in her hands.
They both found it adorable that Theo seemed able to manage being sassy, forward and a bit shy all at the same time. It seemed like a very strange mix of things to be, but maybe that was why it was so compelling.
Fred poked through the drawer, humming until he found what he was looking for. Uncapping the little bottle, he handed it to her. "We're surprised," Fred said. "At how easily you can tell us apart."
George thought it a weird time to bring that up, but gave a nod anyway.
“Oh, it’s y’all’s voices.” She grinned at Fred. “Yours is sweeter, and George, you’re all sorts of rumbly knickers droppin’. I could tell y’all apart with my eyes closed now.” She was also pretty good at reading people.
“Huh,” was all George could think to say about that one. But he supposed he said it in a way that was rumbly and knicker droppin’, so that was something, anyway.
Fred laughed, but then busied himself by rolling a condom on and then gesturing for George to quit all his small talk. As if he’d been the one to start it.
“Y’all didn’t know?” She wondered why nobody had noticed this before. It was pretty easy.
“Not really,” Fred said, but didn’t seem all that concerned by it. They both liked not being able to not be told apart by most people, but he thought maybe in this particular instance it was nice that Theo could tell the difference. “C’mere,” he said, changing the subject completely as he playfully tugged her into his lap. Time’s a wasting, Mrs. Flowers.
George was all kisses and cuddles, but she kind of liked Fred’s bossiness. She grinned, moving to settle into his lap. “Okay,” she murmured, kissing him firmly. There was a rough idea for what they had in mind, but she didn’t want to assume. So she simply let them take the lead.
Well. She’d let George do what he wanted. For that moment, she was busy pushing Fred down on the bed and positioning him so he could thrust up into her.
Which was exactly what he’d wanted, so good thinking there. He tugged her down a bit more so that he could offer more nibble-y excuses for kisses and settle her down onto him until he was giving a little gasp and wiggling a bit beneath.
George? He’d get to what he wanted eventually. Sometimes you just had to bide your time. Or, you know, watch your twin making sexy times with a very attractive woman.
Theo shuddered, grinning into Fred’s mouth and eventually moving away so she could nip his shoulder, his clavicle, rocking slowly. It had been a while, but apparently good things came to those who waited. Or something.
Yeah, or something. Well, actually, this was good. So there. Fred giggled between rocking hips and little bites and kisses.
George eventually had his share of just watching and after making a near mess with the lube they’d found earlier, he crawled over so that he was kneeling behind Theo -- avoiding sitting on Fred because he was thoughtful like that. His warning was hands on her hips, curving up her waist and then a kiss on her shoulder before sliding slick fingers southward.
She giggled right back. “What’s so funny there, mister?” Apparently her accent got thicker the more aroused she was, to the point of not really being sensical.
George’s hands were cool, and she leaned back to kiss him, whimpering into his mouth in shock and surprise when his fingers snaked inward. “Oh,” she murmured, not upset, not telling him to stop, but instead just ... surprised that she was so okay with all of this. They could get her to do anything.
They’d remember that for later. The twins were rather the type who enjoyed pushing boundaries, after all. George kissed her back -- seemingly pleased that he wasn’t doing anything she thought too strange (although he was pretty sure that this was what she’d asked for in the first place).
Fred found that despite Theo’s funny-thick-sexy accent, he could find no words to respond. Not when he was holding her hips and nearly pausing in thrust as George finally found the courage to offer her more than fingers. Suddenly they were all kind of sandwiched together and tight and it made his gasp a little breathlessly. It was -- well. A lot to handle. And kind of perfect because of it.
She couldn’t even moan. She just felt her jaw drop, felt herself reach back and grip Fred’s thighs as gently as she could. “I - “ She fell forward, closing her eyes and shuddering. George’s arms went around her and she felt as close and connected with Fred and George as she ever had with any two people she’d ever made love with, if not moreso.
“Alright?” It was George, leaned forward just enough to have whispered the question into her ear. But even then, his eyes were on Fred’s. They’d both given pause because this was the sort of thing that took a second to get used to, and that was okay. His fingers were soft against her stomach, and Fred moved his hands up to twine his fingers between them.
They’d given her enough time to go still, and she nods. “Fantastic,” she murmurs, rocking her hips backward. “Go?” She leans forward to kiss Fred and George’s twined fingers, smiling to herself.
So they went -- translating their weird twin language into movement -- as if it were just the most natural thing for them to find a proper rhythm of one after the next so that there was no real stopping between thrusts and dipping of the hips. George murmured silly words into her ear and Fred half hummed his approval over it all even when it was at its most overwhelming.
And she couldn’t help but feel like she was coming close to orgasm over and over, finishing but not, close but not quite. They were moving so damn slow, and she smiled to herself to get them to speed up. A nip here, a whimper there - just something to get them to go.
“Oh, fine.” Fred found his giggles again, because they were never gone for long. “Take all the fun torture out of it.” But she made her point - sort of - and they took suggestion better than some people gave them credit for. Faster, harder was given, but rhythm was lost for it. George huffed out a little whimper of his own and couldn’t help himself when he bit Theo’s shoulder.
Theo clearly liked the faster and harder, as well as the bite. She fisted the pillow under George’s head as she whimpered loudly, ducking her head and hoping they’d finish soon. There was only so much a girl could take, after all.
Whatever, man. Girls took forever. It was the only reason they were holding back anyway. Poor George should have gotten some pity for even managing it. They had the patience of saints in some regards (when their own interests were on the line). George nibbled and bit and panted and liked her whimper. “Are you--?” Okay? Good? Awesome? Can I--? A lot of questions that he wasn’t sure how to speak because when did he ever have to with Fred?
Fred was not so nearly kind as to wait for responses -- instead greedily pulling Theo down for a hard kiss with one hand and wringing his fingers through George’s when he came.
That was enough to make Theo yowl into Fred’s mouth as a spasm rocked through her body. It’d have been hard for any woman not to finish under those conditions. “Jesus fuckin’ Christ,” she murmured. She felt like she’d been gutted, but in a good way.
Well that was an answer anyway. George stopped holding back, and his release came with a shudder and a tiny sort of moan between a bottom lip he was biting.
Fred laughed breathlessly-- his pleasure and amusement obvious. Technically though he had two people on top of him so there was little more he could do. "It was the flowers, wasn't it?"
“Why do you think men’ve been givin’ ‘em to women all these years?” She nipped Fred on the chin and smiled. “They’re not cheap.”
"Aw, we just nicked em from your neighbors'." Fred giggled and George joined in even as he pulled away from the both of them to flop down lazily on the free side of the bed.
“What, you mean my place? Thought they looked familiar.” She flopped down and off of Fred, laying on her back and trying to catch her breath. “Still worked, though.”
Well, that was embarrassing. The twins grinned anyway, and after a moment of mostly silence and another second of taking the time to clean themselves up a little, Fred and George were sitting on the bed, shoulder to shoulder - smiling down at her wonderingly. “Pie?” they both asked, and were really only half kidding.
“Mmm, yeah, if I can walk.” She chuckled to herself. “Or you can just go get some’n bring it here.” She batted her eyelashes playfully.
The twins couldn’t really say no to a woman who’d just been the best sport in regards to something that most people might have considered taboo. And so they did what any smart boys might have done: rock paper scissor’ed each other best three of five until one of them lost, pouted, and then went on the pie quest.
That made her laugh, and she moved to cuddle the twin who’d stayed behind. She couldn’t help but enjoy being near them. They doted on her, they were sweet, and she just felt good around him. She was happier than she’d felt in a long time.
George had won (Fred really couldn’t resist throwing down scissors.), and as such, snuggled closed to Theo and gave a little sigh of contentment. Maybe it was rumbly or something. “That was fun,” he admitted, taking a moment to scratch her back. Everyone liked back scratches, man.
“It was, yeah.” Theo kissed George’s chest. She ran her fingers over his stomach, smiling lopsidedly. “Do girls try to date y’all at the same time a lot? Or am I just weird?” And a pervert. She kind of felt like a pervert.
Cuddling closer, George gave something of a nonchalant shrug. “No. But I dunno that makes you weird, either. Just a bit on the brilliant side.” Okay, maybe a little weird. But he was nice, so he wouldn’t say so.
“Dunno if I’ll want to do that every time, my hips probably can’t handle it, but ...” She trailed off, wondering if she was being too fast by mentioning that she wanted there to be another time. Maybe they were already plotting their escape.
Plotted escapes didn’t usually involve pie and snuggling, so she was pretty safe on that front. In any case, George didn’t seem offended by the remark or suggestion. “We’ll read up in the Kama Sutra,” he replied cheekily. “Surely there’s something that’d be easier and equally as fun.”
“You have to let me help your research,” she grinned. Her fingers ran through George’s hair, and she sighed contentedly. “You’re wonderful, the both of you.”
“We never have been a fan of studying, so do all the research you like.” Fred had returned, balancing plates expertly in his hands, a slice of pie for them all. He may or may not have snuck a piece already, but who turned down two slices?
George gave a snort of a laugh, scooting over enough for Fred to sit down next to him. Before pie he stole a kiss from Theo, and then one from Fred for good measure. “I like this,” he decided. And who, really, could argue with pie and kisses anyway?