Special delivery for ozma_katiebell Title: Of Pensieves and School Ties Author:spinneresque Recipient's LJ name:ozma_katiebell Rating: NC-17 Pairing: George/Angelina Word Count: 1.981 Warnings: Mild bondage
The warm water that was trailing down her body was soothing, though not quite as soothing as she had hoped it to be. Yes, Malfoy had been an arse, and she would have loved to have gone after his little scrawny bum for a good kicking as payback for what he had done to Ron this match, but there was no way that Angelina would ever have been foolish enough to do it right in front of Umbridge, and get herself banned from playing. Well, she hadn’t. The twins and Harry had, and now she was here, late, in the shower of the locker rooms, trying to find a way to make up for losing nearly half of her team after her first match as a Captain.
She turned around, letting her head fall back to let the warm water pound down on her face. A surprised gasp escaped her when warm lips closed around her nipple, and hands slightly colder than her skin trailed up along the outsides of her thighs and over her hips to cup her bum.
Her eyes were wide opened when she looked down and saw the familiar crop of red hair. “Weaslmmfph.” He cut off her chuckling recognition of him with a deep kiss that had Angelina drop any thoughts she might have had of either kicking him out or personally making his life hell for getting himself banned from the team. Instead, her hands travelled up his back to his neck, her fingers combing through his hair, giving into the kiss. She could ask for explanations afterwards, though she had a pretty good idea about why this was happening.
His skin was cool compared to hers; hers flushed warm by the scorching water, his cooled by the chill air in the locker room, though she could still feel the heat beneath it. She gasped loudly when her back came into contact with the cold tile wall, her eyes opening wide before relaxing as she looked into those blue eyes of his. It amazed her sometimes, the difference in the twins, so very obvious to her, yet invisible to most other people.
Her breathing was hard, and pushing her hips forward she ground against him, against his hard cock trapped between them, pressing against her belly. “I didn’t think I’d see you until later,” she said, and let go of a small moan as the dull, throbbing ache between her thighs began spreading to the rest of her body, making her breasts feel heavy and her skin screaming to be touched again.
“Eh, found myself with some spare time on m’hands,” he grinned and raised her hands above her head. “Figured I’d find you down here.”
From behind his back, he produced his wand, making Angelina look wonderingly at him for a moment. “How did you..?”
“Secret,” he smirked, and murmured an accio, catching the school tie that came zooming from somewhere behind him, with a move worthy of a Seeker. “Don’t move, just trust me,” he whispered, and dipped his head down, capturing her mouth; making any hesitancies Angelina might have had disappear. Moaning into the kiss, she hooked her leg around his thigh, pulling him closer, arching off the wall to press against him as his hands worked on tying the knots around her wrists, letting the tie loop around the shower head above them.
All too soon, his lips moved away from hers, making her whimper slightly with the loss, but the whimper turned into a purring moan when he slid them down her neck. Her head lolled to the side, her cheek resting against the top of his head as his tongue swirled and his lips and teeth nipped their way down to her chest. He was close, so close; Angelina craved his mouth back where he had started, on her nipples, her breasts tense and heavy, wanting. Impatient for his touch she rose up on her toes, her hands grabbing the tie to pull herself further up, urging him down. “Please…” she whispered and held her breath when finally, finally his lips closed around a hard, pebbled nipple. His hands were roaming her body as his tongue swirled, and hard sucks on her breast drew loud moans from her.
Looking down, she met his eyes as he let his teeth scrape over her nipple on his way down her body. She tried pushing closer to him again, but his strong hands on her hips held her in place, making her tug harder at the tie, finding that it wouldn’t give at all. It was pure, delightful torture; his tongue swirling in lazy circles down her flat abdomen and the languid chuckle her surprised gasp caused when he let his tongue dip into her bellybutton. Momentarily she wondered when this completely innocent part of her body had become such an erotic place. It didn’t matter, especially now when he had dropped to his knees in front of her, his mouth level with her neatly trimmed mound.
The warm water was still pounding down, now on the back of her head as she looked down at him, making small, warm rivulets trickle down her face and body, which broke up and continued down his hands and forearms. His smile was warm when he looked back up at her, the same warmth still present in his eyes as he leaned forward, keeping his eyes on hers, and closed his lips around her clit, making her break the eye contact and loll her head back with a hard, breathy moan.
She felt the strum of his humming against her sensitive skin even as his hands moved to the insides of her thighs, gently urging them apart and giving his fingers room to slip into her; first one, then a second and soon after a third, stretching her and making her bear down onto them as much as the tie allowed her. Instinctively, she clenched, her inner muscles working with her hips, against his fingers and his mouth, wanting more, only more, though knowing that with more the release would come sooner, and this glorious torment would come to an end.
Oh, but she was so close. Her body began tensing up, the delectable pressure inside of her steadily building, making her feel about ready to burst… when he pulled away, it made Angelina cry out in frustrated disappointment, only to be backed up against the freezing wall behind her, her legs hoisted up over his hips, feet hooked and locked, her heels pressed against the small of his back as he pushed hard into her.
Anxious to keep him close, Angelina struggled against the tie that was keeping her from holding him. She didn’t know if she said anything or if he just picked up on it, because moments later, she was being pressed urgently against the wall as he released one hand to unhook the tie from the shower head.
Immediately, she wrapped her arms around him, her hips falling into the rhythm with which he was pounding into her. She felt his lips on her jaw, heard his hard breathing, felt it against the sensitive skin of her ear, heard him murmuring her name, as she buried her face in the crook of his neck, letting him push that pressure building inside her further, to the point where she couldn’t contain it any longer.
Then it burst, and with a slow cry, Angelina’s head fell back against the wall, her body in spasms against his as she tensed up, clenching around him, milking him, until his breathing turned irregular, and with a rasping growl, he spilled inside her. For a moment she just looked at him, watched him watching her, as he – like she – fought to regain control over his breathing. Then he slumped against him, and once more, she buried her face in his neck, just relishing the closeness, the warmth of his skin against his, his heartbeat against hers and his slowing breathing that cooled her skin as he kissed her shoulder.
After a bit, a second or a millennium -- Angelina didn’t know, he released his hold on her, carefully easing her feet back down onto the floor as he slipped out of her. With a small smile, he leaned in, and kissed her gently, the tenderness surprising her more than anything that had just transpired between them.
“I’ll see you back in the common room, yeah?” he said as he pulled away from her, Angelina nodding and smirking just a bit. “Don’t wait too long, or Filch’ll have your hide for being out after hours.”
Angelina sent him a look, letting him know that she wasn’t that dumb as to let that happen, before she turned her attention to the tie on her wrists.
“Tell that brother of yours,” she said casually just as he put his hand on the door leading out of the locker room, “that when I say I can tell the two of you apart, I mean it… George.” The brief moment she took to glance up at him from her task at hand was enough for her to see the surprise etched on his face.
“How did you..? Why?” He shook his head, grinned at her, and sent her a small wave as if letting her know that he might not be quite ready to know just yet, before he slipped out of the room, and the door clicked shut behind him.
~*~*~*~
It took Angelina a couple of moments to adjust to the suddenly bright light of their living room after the dim lights in the memory they had just visited.
“Wow,” she breathed looking up at George who was blinking just like she was, trying to adjust. “Thank you!” she burst out and wrapped her arms tightly against his neck, pushing him back to sit in the big stuffed chair by the coffee table. “Thank you,” she murmured against his neck again, before she pulled back just enough to look at his face. Her heart was pounding with excitement and honour that he still remembered after all these years. Ten years, was it?
Who cared what people said? How was it wrong for her to have married and started a life with the twin brother of her first love? Especially when he cared for her so much that he'd run the risk of looking like a sentimental git by giving her a memory for her Pensieve on Valentine's Day?
“Don’t let anybody ever say that there’s no such thing as a Weasley with a romantic bone in his body,” she grinned, before her eyebrows knitted together in slight confusion. “One thing I still don’t get… Where’d you keep your wand? You were naked.”
George just smirked and winked. “Told you it was a secret, love,” he chuckled, though held up his hands in defence when she quirked a menacing eyebrow. “Alright, alright, one word; SpelloTape.”
Angeline eyed him suspiciously, still trying to figure out where exactly he’d had his wand SpelloTaped to, when a warm hand found its way under her pyjama shirt.
“So, Fred and Roxie are with Mum and Dad,” he said slowly, “it’s Valentine’s Day, and…”
“And..?” Angelina teased, wriggling slightly in his lap. “What?”
“What’d you get me?” George grinned back. His mouth pursing into an O from longing surprise, when Angelina from the pocket of her pyjama shirt pulled the tie that he had somehow managed to lose that evening after Umbridge had banned him, his brother and Harry Potter from Quidditch. “Now all we need is a shower head.”
Angelina grinned, playfully rubbing her nose to his, before she tilted her head to the side, distracting him with a kiss as she pulled out her wand.
“Appareo,” she murmured against his lips, as she envisioned the shower stall in their bathroom. “Happy Valentine’s Day, lover.”