Theophilia Flowers will make some tea. (blackberrywine) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-06-04 23:21:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, fred weasley, george weasley, theophilia flowers |
Who: Theophilia + Weasley Twins
What: Pizza!
When: Sunday night.
Where: The Twins' place.
Rating: R for sexytimes.
Trigger Warning: Twincest.
Status: Complete
It was a little weird to be going to see Theo without George in tow. The twins often did everything together -- and Theo was one of those things (well, not things. She was a very nice lady, and that wasn't how they meant it, thanks) that they'd decided was a Twin thing. Both of them.
But they did have a business to manage, and they couldn't always be working at the same time - they couldn't always be in the same place at the same time, no matter how much they wanted it. Today though, even though it was weird, Fred was kind of happy for it. He should have felt more guilty, considering, but just couldn't seem to manage. Theo! A witch! What amazing luck! His own magic was here. He had his wand. But without George being in on that loop, he'd set it aside and tried to give it as little thought as possible. He didn't want to do it without George. It seemed wrong.
But if Theo had it too? Well. Showing off a little wouldn't hurt, right?
He knocked on her door, once he'd parked and waited with a little bounce of his heels.
Theo had taken the opportunity to dress up a little. She’d do the same for George when she went out with him by herself, and she moved to fix her hair a little bit in the mirror as she walked to her door. She wore a long silver dress that showed off her curves.
When she opened the door, she grinned at Fred. “Hey, you. You gonna be sad ‘cause I can’t say y’all tonight?”
Fred gave a crooked, lopsided sort of smile at that greeting. “Can’t be too sad, since you just said it, right? C’mon, give it another go so I can have a least one more, yeah?” It was fun to poke fun. But really, he was a bit too busy looking at her in that dress (did she pour herself into them? How did women manage? Honestly.) to really be sad about much.
She giggled and leaned forward to kiss him. It was a little hotter than the first kiss they’d shared, if only because she was comfortable around him. Part of her, the old fashioned bit of her, wondered exactly what she was to the Weasley boys, but the rest of her didn’t mind too much.
“Y’all are adorable. Where’re we headin’?”
It was probably best she didn’t ask -- because despite several conversations (both silent and spoken), even the Twins weren’t quite sure what she was to them. They liked her - quite a bit, actually. Enough to need to have conversations, enough to invite her out, and talk to their friends about her. Either way, a talk of proper labels or relationship statuses was for another day -- the sort when all three of them were in the same room, because otherwise it would seem unfair and strange.
He was happy for the kiss, and returned it in kind, leaning back after a moment so that he could step away from her doorway enough to let her close and lock up.
“We are,” he agreed, “and -- er. Was thinking this steakhouse I know of?” Pricey, but not ridiculous, and it would suit her outfit better than his. Fred never seemed able to get more dressy than nicer jeans and a blazer over a button up.
“If you’d like,” she grinned. “We don’t have to go anywhere fancy.” She honestly was just happy to be in Fred’s company. She’d have gone anywhere he liked.
Squeezing his hand, she had to try to remind herself that if she got too attached, she was just setting herself up for a heartbreak times two. But it seemed to be something she couldn’t avoid and would have to simply bear if she wanted to be with them.
"Thought you didn't like the sizzler?" It was a joke. No one wanted to eat at a weird buffet. Did they even exist anymore? Whatever.
Fred grinned, shrugged, and stuck with his original plan, because that was just the sort of thing he did. "You look right lovely today, have I said?" Much like she y'alled at them, Fred felt it prudent to step up his Britishisms just to amuse her. He wasn't sure why, in retrospect, other than the fact that it made her smile.
He was totally a fucking gentleman as he opened the passenger side car door for her, by the way.
She giggled when he complimented her. “Well, you look cuter’n a baby dipped in sugar.” She might have stepped up her silly Southern sayings for him as well.
Sitting down in the car, she buckled up and turned to look at him, taking his free hand in hers and running it against her cheek. “So, did you boys flip a coin to see who had to work?”
Theo was very lucky that Fred was well practiced in the art of driving, or else hand holding and face stroking would be right out. She was also lucky that he didn’t think babies dipped in sugar sounded delicious. Some people might!
“Nah, we just do an every other day sorta deal if we’ve got to do it separate.” Not that they often did.
“I’m glad y’all don’t have to be separate often. You know. We could just go there. Get a pizza. Surprise George.” Do naughty things under the counter. She just felt bad by separating them.
Fred blinked at that thought, as if surprised she might have suggested it. Pleasantly surprised, admittedly. He couldn’t help the overwhelming urge of affection that swelled up in him over it, and he squeezed her hand. “...You think?” He asked, just needing to make sure.
She giggled. “Of course! That way y’all get to spend the night together. Sweetheart, y’all have your thing already. I don’t wanna be in the middle of it unless it’s good for both of you.” She squeezed his hand right back. “Besides, just think’a his face if we both dote on him under the till.” She winked at Fred. “You’re not the only one who likes to tease!”
Okay, that was kind of funny. He snickered. Theo was a bit wicked, he realized, and not really for the first time. No one who wore dresses like hers could be completely innocent.
And, yeah, no one that made out and had sex with twin brothers could be that innocent, either.
So, he did what any person would do in this situation: headed for a pizza place. “So,” he said, because he still had not-George talks to get through. “Your dreams, right? Witch?”
Theo grinned, crossing her legs. “Are you sayin’ you don’t want to? Bet you a dollar he won’t be able to count money when we’re done with him.” She liked how comfortable she and Fred were, and in the same vein, she and George.
“Yeah. Fifteenth generation in my dreams. Why? A guy online was sayin’ that some of the stuff is real, and ... I don’t know, maybe that explains a lot.” She only then started to feel nervous, worrying that Fred would find her mad.
“Oh, no,” Fred reassured, “I want to. You’d be shocked at how much change he’s prone to drop. Maybe that’s why the till never balances out. Huh.” Hey, if they were being comfortable about it, he might as well go all out, right?
He shook his head then, finding a keen parking spot that wasn’t too far away from the pizza place he knew would be properly good. “I think it explains plenty, actually.” There was no real good way to start a conversation that was about such a strange thing, so he just went for it. Like he did. “We’re wizards. Me an’ George.” a pause. “Well, George will be. He hasn’t dreamt.” He sounded a bit sad about it, wistful. He didn’t like the differences between himself and George in this respect. They were meant to be the same.
That made Theo chuckle. “Y’all just need to clean under the table the till’s on. Betcha you’ll find a few dollars under there.
She blinked when they parked, cocking her head. “Really? Really really? That’s ... kind of amazing, actually, and - “ She giggled, aware she was babbling. “What’re your dreams like? I’m sorry about George. He’ll catch up, sweetheart.”
“I know he will. It’s just a bit weird, innit?” Funny that he thought not being on the same page as his twin weirder than magic and wizardry. “It’s a bit like -- well. I dunno. The same as here - same family and the like -- except there’s magic. And we go to magic school. It’s right fun.”
He was okay with her rambling, because he was too. He’d never quite gotten the chance yet, and it was sort of exciting to do so. “Did you have a wand? In your dreams? I did. I got one here, too.” He was well aware they were just sitting in his car, in a parking lot. It seemed okay.
Theo had turned to face him, holding his hand and smiling. “That you two didn’t dream at the same time? Yeah. But like I said, he’ll catch up. It’ll be fine, I promise.” The idea of magic school made her grin. “Aww, I wanna go to magic school.”
Wands weren’t something she’d used in her dreams and she shook her head. “I didn’t have a wand, nope. I just ... did it. Magic’s just somethin’ I was.” She should’ve been commended for not making a wand joke.
Really, she should have been. But Fred was so eager for this conversation, his glee was nearly childlike. He’d be ashamed later that he didn’t think of that joke himself. Really, it’d be shameful. But for now, he never even considered it.
“I know. He will. And I’m sure it’ll be great. I mean -- I dunno. You know?” His grin was downright stupid. But he liked his dreams. They were fun. “That’s kind of brilliant -- not needing a wand. We do, but -- not for everything?” He gave a pause, glancing out the windshield, as if to see if anyone were looking or walking by. “Want to see?” He sounded like a little boy, offering to show a girl something secret and amazing behind the garage.
“Um, ‘course I do.” She undid her seatbelt, fairly clapping her hands in excitement.
He unbuckled his seatbelt too and then, opening his hand palm up, grinned again (sort of. He’d never quite stopped), spoke a summoning spell that actually made no sense in terms of his magic, but oddly worked anyway. “Accio wand!” And a polished branchy sticky thing of ten and a half inches came flying from the back seat to land into his hand. It was awesome. So awesome.
Theo’s jaw dropped. “May I - wow, that’s kind of big for a wand, isn’t it?” Dear god, the wand jokes. “May I touch it?”
“Well, I think it’s about average, but I guess it does seem big.” Why. Why wasn’t he catching on to this? He was usually such a clever boy. George would be so ashamed. “Feel free.”
She took it gently from his hands, smiling and running her fingers lightly over it. “It’s beautiful. I kinda hope I do get a wand now. Did you just ... find it one day?” She cocked her head to the side, giggling a little. “You do know I’ve been’ makin’ jokes ‘bout your willy, right?”
"Yeah it just showed up-- oh, fuck. You really were. That's--" Fred wasn't generally one to blush, but there it was, bold on his freckled face. "It's a decent size, all right?"
“It is! I wasn’t jokin’, it is a little on the big side.” She grinned when he blushed brightly, handing him his wand again and kissing him lightly. “Just can’t resist a good wand pun.”
“You’re terrible,” Fred said, and it came out so fondly that she should have been well aware that it was a direct Twin translation of ‘I like you’. “Don’t tell George I was so obtuse. He’ll never stop laughing.” He leaned over to both stick his wand in the glove compartment (that’s where a motherfucker keeps a piece, alright?) and to steal another kiss - not a very light one.
“My lips are sealed,” Theo beamed, miming locking her lips and tucking the key in her cleavage. But then she was being snogged, one of the forceful, breath-stealing sort, and she was fairly sure that Fred Weasley would end up appreciating that she’d worn kiss-proof lipstick that night.
“Lordy,” she murmured when he let her up. “Pizza now? ‘Cause uh. You should share that with George.”
“I do,” Fred said, and was very much pleased about the magic of women’s non-smudging make-up. It only really occurred to him then that maybe Theo felt a bit weird doing something with one of them when the other wasn’t around. Should he have felt weird about it too? He didn’t, not really. Probably because he was so self-assured in what he had with his twin he didn’t need to worry. They’d always be. That was just how it went. There was no getting jealous, because there was no need to. Huh. Fred just shrugged. “Pizza. Yeppers.”
She didn’t feel weird, she just wanted to watch. Hopping out of the car, she smoothed out her dress, ignoring someone’s cat call before taking Fred’s hand again. “So, when it comes to showin’ a girl a good time, y’all win.”
Awesome. No seriously - awesome.
"A special brand of fun," Fred grinned, opening the door of the place for her, and then slipping in after. "We're glad you like it." He spoke in plurals sometimes even when George wasn't there.
“I’m glad you do. LIke I said, I didn’t want to get between y’all. You two are the most important part of this.” Even if she did end up dating them like she hoped, that belief likely wouldn’t waver.
Fred only shrugged at that, because he couldn’t quite find a way to disprove that theory. He liked Theo, and even if they ended up dating her, if anything about that were to change he could probably live without her. Not so much George. Still, you didn’t tell the brilliantly hot, curvy, funny woman you were keen on that she was right about being less important. So instead he eyed the menu board. “Toppings?”
“Oh, nothin’ healthy. It’s a damn pizza, we can leave fruit out of it,” she smirked. She could tell what he was thinking; George was like a part of Fred. Getting between them would be like cutting off one of the boys’ arms. But then again, she reasoned she shouldn’t be so paranoid. How would you get between a man and his own arm?
Leaning against Fred, she nuzzled into his neck.
“Bloody thank you! What’s all that pineapple nonsense?” Fred was usually a chipper sort, but some shit just didn’t make sense. Hawaiian pizza was one of those things. Pizza without meat on it was another.
He wrapped an arm around her and ordered grease in the form of pizza to go, somehow managing to pay with only one hand like some kind of total badass new god. He was feeling quite good about the night so far.
“Pineapple is good for drinks and puttin’ in Jell-o, and that’s about it. It’s a devil fruit anyway.” Theo giggled when the cashier even seemed impressed at Fred’s ability to navigate his wallet while a redhead bogged him down. She supposed that he had a lot of practice, though.
Maybe he did! He liked to think that he and George were a bit more discrete than all that in public, though. Still, talent was talent. “Devil fruit?”
“It’s gross,” she explained, wrinkling her nose and shaking her head. It was moments like that where Theo looked about twelve instead of thirty-something.
It was pretty cute. Fred giggled over it and duly resisted the urge he had to mess her hair up. Probably, women didn’t like that sort of thing.
It didn’t take long for the pizza to come up, which was nice, if only because he’d never been good at standing around and waiting for much.
She bounced over to the counter to grab it, greeting Fred once more with a slightly longer than polite snog. “C’mon, let’s go,” she grinned. She was a little bit excited, she couldn’t help it.
Fred’s grin in return was telling. He was pretty excited too. Well, really excited. George’s face would be so surprised when they walked in.
While he opened the door for her on the way in, he didn’t feel the need to do it on the way out, instead following her. Because the view, man.
She was all but bouncing as they got into the car and the whole way there. Once they pulled up, she beamed at Fred. “Is the store open or closed?” In other words - how inappropriate could they be?
Fred glanced at the time on his dash, and then tilted his head one way and the other, looking thoughtful. “Close enough to close,” he said, because this wasn’t government work. “So long as it’s empty.”
Grinning, she giggled a little to herself and bounced toward the door, pizza in tow. “Oh Geooooorge,” she singsonged.
Beside George, the shop was, indeed, empty. The ginger in question glanced up from the register he'd been lazily counting, and his expression went from mildly confused to exceptionally pleased in no time flat. "Couldn't survive without me?"
"Just didnt want to," Fred demurred.
“Didn’t seem right,” Theo chimed in. She put the pizza on the counter and moved to stand behind the register, tugging George closer for a snog. “We like you.”
Fred locked up behind him, watching George and Theo go at it for a moment. His smile was pleased, as if he were the one getting attention right now, although it wasn’t really the case.
George, still pleasantly surprised, returned the kiss before pulling away to look strangely smug. “And pizza? Truly, I’m loved.”
“You are.” Theo beamed. “And it’s a proper pizza, no stupid girlie toppings.” She ruffled George’s hair before moving to hop up on the counter, trying to look innocent and utterly failing.
Which was okay, because innocent didn’t really suit any of them, as much as the Twins might have said otherwise.
Fred moved to squeeze between them -- not a ton of space behind that counter, but seemed to manage well enough when he leaned between Theo’s legs. Since she seemed to enjoy it, he pulled George over for a kiss of his own; it was small and familiar, but definitely not lacking in affection.
“We’ve got plates upstairs, if you wanna wait that long.” They lived upstairs! Of course they had dishes!
“I’d like that,” Theo smiled. The kiss hadn’t aroused her as she’d expected it to; instead, it had made her smile. It was just sweet; they were lucky to have their soul mate around.
Hey man, this shop had big windows. Behavior was important and shit.
“Mm,” George sniffed a little, because there was pizza and his brother and Theo and counting registers was a bore in comparison. So he did what any clever boy might, and locked the register, and left it there for the morning. Verity could count it. It would be a punishment for the amount of time it’d taken to get the desk back to the floor in his office. Er. Their office. Yes.
“Screw it,” Fred said, catching George’s drift. “Let’s go then.”
Theo’s eyes went wide. She was rather excited to see their flat, to crawl into the belly of the beast, as it were. “Oooh, y’all must really like me to invite me into your place.”
Fred seemed amused by that, and George followed suit, pizza box in hand. “You’re already in our place,” they felt the need to point out in tandem. Because the shop was nearly as much home as their flat.
“Just up the stairs. Mighty convenient. Never been late for work, not once.”
“Fair point.” She was amused that they both lived where they worked. Walking up the stairs, she bit her lip. “Still, the inner sanctum is ... flattering.”
“Mm,” Fred said, unlocking the door.
“Come into our web,” George finished, but didn’t really finish. Because lame. Come on. Really.
Anyway, it was an open looking living room that greeted them. Couch, tv, coffee /end table combo. It was probably meant to be a dining room as well, but the twins were sure no one really sat at proper tables these days.
Running on intuition, Theo moved toward the kitchen to find plates and napkins. “This is cosy,” she smiled, already finding it comfy and a bit like her own home. “How many slices for each of you boys?”
“Two,” they both echoed out, amused, even as George cleared a pile of paperwork from the coffee table, and Fred moved into the kitchen to rifle through the fridge for proper drinks for them all. Sorry, Theo, they didn’t make their own wine.
She didn’t have to be told twice (ha!) and got the three of them two slices each. She smiled and brought them into the living area, setting them on the coffee table. She’d even thought to get them each a bit of paper towel.
Sitting down, she pulled her dress up to her knees so she could move around a bit better.
“Bit fancy for our place,” Fred said, amused, because they were sure that the last thing they’d ever have in this flat was a lovely woman with a silky looking dress on. Not that they weren’t charismatic in their own right, but because Theo looked like she was ready to go somewhere nice to eat, or be taken dancing, and instead it was all three of them piled onto a couch eating greasy slices of pizza.
“Not that we mind,” assured George.
“It was my idea anyway,” Theo grinned. She sighed contentedly at the pizza, giggling to herself. “Oh, this is amazing. I’ll have to go to that pizza place more often from now on.” It was just the right amount of cheese.
That was the sort of thing that mattered. Cheese to topping and sauce ratio. For a while, the three sat in general amiable silence with mouths full of things that weren’t even remotely worthy of innuendo. Even the twins weren’t that good (and, considering earlier, sometimes they just weren’t good at all).
Finally though, Fred and George settled greasy plates down on their table, wiped their hands on paper towels, and sighed happily. “Want the rest of the tour, now?”
Theo got up to wash her hands, taking the plates without being asked and setting them into the dishwasher. “I’d love one!” She smiled at the boys, not even realizing she was mothering them.
The might have realized it, but didn’t seem to mind. Generally they were a nice sort, but when someone else offers to clean up or do the dishes, you just let them. Laziness was never a bad thing.
Hopping up off the couch, the twins bumped shoulders with each other. “Right, right. Living room, kitchen -- you’ve seen that bit.” And then they each grabbing one of her hands and leading her off down a little hall. “Bathroom--” nothing to write home about one way or the other. Sometimes a bathroom was just a bathroom.
“Work room.” Not really an office, instead there were products and messes of things all about this room. They invented stuff here, designed new t-shirts and whatever else. Secret stuff they didn’t show to their employees until it was done.
“Annnnd bedroom!” It was big, the master bedroom. It was clear that that work room was meant to be a second bedroom but the twins hadn’t cared for that thought. There were two beds in this room, but it was very obvious that the one in the corner with a pile of folded laundry and other miscellany on it wasn’t ever used. Probably, it was more for vague appearances if any of their family stopped by for a visit.
The work room was adorable and Theo grinned. She chuckled when they got to the bedroom, smiling at the bed with things on it. “You know, you could just push those together and make one huge bed, right?”
The twins both looked at her as if she were just right mad. “Right,” said Fred slowly.
“But where would we put our clothes?” George got down to the brass tacks. While their room wasn’t really messy, it was lacking that dignified stylish flare of color combinations that Theo’s had. They’d grown out of the cool posters phase, but had yet to advance to any actual sense of design.
“The closet?” She ruffled their hair at the same time, leaning against the door frame. “Or you could get some sort of armoire. I just thought it’d give you more room.” She shrugged and sat down on the cleaned off bed.
They snorted at that suggestion. Closet. Really. What did they look like? Responsible Adults? One of their brothers? Fred flopped down next to her, laying back on the bed and gazing up at the ceiling, amused. George pretended to care enough to fix his now mussed hair.
“I just don’t know how much y’all move when you sleep!” She giggled, sitting up to help George straighten his hair. “Poor thing.”
“We don’t either! We’re sleeping!” That? That was the sort of logic no one could really argue with.
George’s smile was so innocent when Theo fixed his hair that it was obviously feigned. Mostly he was delighting over the y’all. Really. They couldn’t get over it. It was impossible.
She smiled, kissing George gently. “Fred and I were gonna dote over you,” she smirked. “Hope you don’t mind.”
It was probably a bit cliche, but George’s eyes took on a too interested gleam. “Is that so?” He demurred a little, looking for all the world like he was just shocked and pleased at the idea. Which, to be fair, he was.
Fred only snorted, sitting up on the bed enough to rest on his elbows in a lazy lounge. “So, probably you should strip, or summat.”
“It’s true. Blow jobs are awful hard to give with trousers on.” Theo managed to give an aw shucks version of innocence as she said that, but the fact that she was all curves and nibbling on George’s neck didn’t really help her cause.
“I give them with trousers on all the time,” George said, but being counter productive was stupid, and so turned his head a bit to steal a kiss from Theo even as he undid the button on his jeans. Hooray blow jobs!
Theo just giggled. “You must really suck, then.” Ba dum ching. She couldn’t help but fall backward, laughing hard at her own terrible pun.
The twins stared at her, as if she’d just suggested murder, and it was a frightening, scary thing. They might have sold fake vomit, but puns were the lowest form of humor, man.
“You’re fired,” Fred said, with a feigned sniff of delicate offense. George nodded, but smiled anyway.
“From what?” She was still giggling, her cheeks pink. “You can’t fire me, I quit.”
They tittered at that, bright laughs and white teeth. “You can’t quit, you’ve already been fired.” A pause. “From jokes.”
“Oh, good, I thought y’all were firin’ me from blow jobs. I was gonna sulk.” She tugged at George’s trousers. “You. Off. Naked. Hurry up, hup to.” She snapped her fingers and beamed.
George giggled over that too, but did as asked, because you just didn’t not take your pants off when gorgeous women in your bedroom told you to. His shirt was next, and all those clothes made a cosy little pile on the rug.
Fred sat on the end of the bed, indian style, and seemed content with just being amused and watching. Sometimes you just had to do that sort of thing.
Theo smiled at George and Fred both before kissing her way down George’s chest. “Fred, c’mere, you help too.” They’d had a plan! Plans were for sticking to!
There was no till here! They’d already ruined it! Good thing they were all clever things. Fred could work with this. Fred smiled, lopsided and a bit predatory and pushed himself off the bed to join the two of them. Two bed? Fuck that. Enjoy this empty part of the room.
“I’m always worried about messing your hair up,” George told Theo, and it was probably weird, but she always looked so oddly put together that it seemed terrible to ruin it.
She looked up at him. “If you want, I can tie it back, but I like it when you mess it up.” She bit her lip and grinned at him before coyly kissing his hip.
In response, George played his hands through her hair, twisting his fingers into it playfully until it was just a bit of a mess. That suited her just as well as the put-togetherness.
Fred settled himself down until comfy next to Theo, kissed her cheek, and then the other side of George’s hip.
Nipping gently, Theo smiled at Fred before kissing a little inward. George deserved this for potentially getting stuck at home by himself. She sighed as she flicked her tongue out to taste George’s skin, delighted at how things were so easy with them.
They were easy, casual sort of boys, so it only made sense. It helped her case that this was something she found appealing -- it wasn't quite the norm for them, but they enjoyed it nonetheless.
Well, George was enjoying it very much currently, anyway. That much was obvious. He gave a sharp little gasp at the kisses and licks, seeming particularly taken with it all when Fred joined in, too. This was new. He could get used to it.
Theo was just trying not to get between them. Well, not emotionally. Whatever she could find to help them feel close, whatever she could do to make them happy, she wanted to do. So she ran her tongue slowly along George’s length on one side, figuring Fred would pick up on it and get the other.
He did. Really, Fred was a quick study. Not exactly like this was rocket surgery, anyway. Which was good, because that sounded like a lot less fun than this. Whatever this was. They should probably talk about it or something.
Not right now though, because George would revolt.
Theo sighed contentedly as they moved, kissing Fred a little with George between them. She wished she knew how she figured into their life, but at the same time, she adored them. At least they were there with her.
George was pretty sure it was unfair of them both to think he should have been standing for this, because christ if he wasn’t already thinking of just falling over in a happy melted heap. Sometimes, he lacked that personal charm that his brother had, and so even thought himself a bit awkward when he cleared his throat with a little laugh. “Wow.”
“Shut up, George, you’re ruining it,” Fred said, cheekily, and Theo might have gotten the impression that that was something Fred said often in situations like these. Well. Not just like these. Obviously.
George might have pulled a bit on Fred’s hair in retaliation, but did, indeed, shut up. Which was good, because Fred was busy trying to find a nice balance between George and kissing Theo.
After a snog with Fred, she moved to really properly go down on George, taking a few moments to try to drive him mad before leaning back and kissing Fred. She was still fully clothed, but damn if this didn’t drive her just as crazy. She’d forgotten how much she missed driving men crazy.
These two were already crazy, so really, it was like a triple win for everyone. George had taken to making little noises that were probably happy sighs, and had apparently forgotten about the fact that standing seemed quite the chore, instead finding a happy handfull of each of their hair.
Fred decided that taking turns seemed fair. And fair was good. And kissing between turns was good, and okay, so, he was going to undo his pants now.
Theo at one point moved back a little so she could wiggle out of her dress, watching Fred and George and biting her lip to keep from making any extra noise. Whisper quiet, she stood up to kiss George, running her fingers over his chest.
They really didn’t have to worry about quiet here, it wasn’t as if they had neighbors to disturb. But neither thought to mention that. This was good though. George’s grin was -- well, bright, but a bit flushed as he leaned forward a bit to kiss her back, not particularly ashamed at the fact that he moaned a little into her lips as Fred very intentionally kept at what he’d been doing.
Sighing contentedly, Theo tugged gently at George’s hair. He was just so adorable, it was hard not to want to eat him up constantly. Once she’d kissed him breathless, she knelt back down and resumed teasing him.
“Uhm,” murmured George, a little on this side of shy (a funny time for it). But really, there was no good way of giving a warning that wouldn’t sound completely silly. ‘Golly, you two are just really good at all this cock sucking, so if you don’t mind, I’m going to make the most of it’, just didn’t have a nice ring. Probably, Fred would have laughed though.
Fred leaned back enough to watch both of them, looking for all the world like he was content to just do that.
Theo knew that noise, and she ran her fingernails hard down George’s stomach, groaning around him and leaning back enough so she wouldn’t choke when he finished. She tried to coax him along, and it would’ve made her smile had she been able.
Coaxing wasn’t necessary, but it was totally appreciated nonetheless. It was different than what he was used to (then again, this was all different) but he definitely could not say he didn’t enjoy it.
Fred kissed Theo’s neck as George came, well aware of his brothers hands in the both of their hair and his little happy gasps. It was more intimate than he'd expected it to be.
Theo was aware of one of her hands squeezing Fred’s, and she was struck with how damn sweet everything was. She leaned back, breathless, chuckling from the adrenaline high of a job well done.
George let out a little giggle, clearly the sort who had a bit of an afterglow about him after these sorts of things. He dropped to his knees, so all three of them were in a little triangle together on the floor and leaned forward to kiss them both in something that was probably a thanks. This was much nicer than being left alone for the night, and he wanted them both to know it.
She nuzzled George gently, leaning against him and smiling at Fred. “I just didn’t want you to be alone,” she smiled, licking her lips.
“I would have been okay,” George said, but that didn’t stop him nuzzling closer - wrapping his arms around her waist, even as Fred scooted over enough to press his shoulder against them both.
“She’s sweet like that,” Fred said, by way of compliment and explanation. “But I honestly think she just likes you better.”
“I do not!” She swatted Fred, then snogged him hard enough to pin him to the ground to demonstrate. She just knew that they went together.
George giggled. “He’s just saying that to get attention, you know.” Clearly it had worked.
Fred somehow made it possible to appear smug and kiss all at the same time. Really, he was very good.
“Mmmphmm ummmm ummm,” Theo mumbled as she kissed. She smiled when she leaned back. “I know he is. But I don’t mind too much.” Leaning back against Fred, she beamed and looked utterly pleased.
The twins shared a weird little twin look (they did that. it was a thing), and then turned their attention back to Theo. “We like you,” they decided. “You can stay.” Had they said that before? Well. They meant it this time, or something.
And then because it only seemed fair with Fred and Theo being in a little cuddle pile, George joined in too. Because he’d always wanted a reason to say “Puppy pile!”. And this was as good as any.
“I can stay?” She giggled when George jumped on them, tickling him and laughing herself. “And what’s that mean exactly?”
George wiggled back aways a bit with a laugh, and decided that there was something very wrong with them all when there were two naked people, and one half clothed one wriggling around on the floor and half cuddling. Wasn't this meant to be more sexy? Well, okay, he'd gotten his sexy parts in, but the rest?
"S'just what it sounds like," Fred said, as if that weren't just obvious.
“It doesn’t sound like anythin’. I’m a girl, you have to pretend I don’t understand you. Well. In this case less pretendin’ and more me genuinely not understandin’ y’all.” She was still snuggling, nibbling at Fred’s shoulder in an effort to get him to stop wiggling.
“Oh,” they both said, and sounded a bit perplexed. It wasn’t often they had to actually vocalize completely what they were thinking, not about things like these. Fred retaliated in the nibbling, biting at her neck even as George snuggled closer yet. “You know. We could. Date.”
“Weren’t we doin’ that already?” Theo purred as Fred bit her neck, arching into it. “Y’all sure do say obvious things sometimes.”
“Y’all,” they both echoed, with happy giggles. It was easier to laugh at that than to admit that women were just a bit confusing; particularly Theophilia.
“So, I have boyfriends.” Theo felt practically giddy. She kissed both of them and squeezed their hands. “I’m just glad y’all are okay with it.” They were insular, but rightly so.
Was two y’alls in a row too soon? They didn’t touch that one, despite the fact that they clearly wanted to. Instead, they settled with kissing her, one after the other. Which, really, wasn’t settling at all.