Disclaimer: No money is being made. It's all Jo's. I'm just playing in it for a while. I promise to put it all back when I'm done.
A/N: Fred and George are twins, but they each have their own story. This is Fred's. Join Fred and Angelina as they explore their relationship after Bill and Fleur's wedding, in the midst of the second war. Warning: This story has adult themes and some mature content. Fred and friends are a bit wild, and they're all of age. There are references to sexual activity, drinking, and violence. But, they all grow up in the end. :-)
Special thanks to my beta, Arnel, who navigated me through the submissions process. She rates an E, for Excellent. Thanks, Arnel! I couldn't have done it without you.
Where to begin?
The flat above the store quiet, dark in the room alone we lay. The window stirs a cooling breeze past the curtains the streetlamp far away the moonlight muted.
Gone the dreads, your hair, lustrous, gleaming perfumed oils and flowers. Dark the skin from richest red to indigo. How you glow with the candles about the bed. Moonlight on your deepest hues.
I look at you. Your sparkling eyes laughter, love, desire. Deeping pools of darkest fire. How can the jet-black waters show the sparkling stars so clearly? How gleam with moonlight, argent rays in ebon bed, rippling black pearl and black silvery, obsidian glimmering deeper than night?
How I hunger for you. Softly my kisses flicker on your smooth skin. Brow, cheeks, hair, lips. Do I kiss you or I breathe you in? I don't know.
What is it that creamy smell the scented oils henna, jasmine, mysterious spices? Impelling.
I love to smell your skin, the soft sweat faint upon it. Your neck your throat behind your ear my breath draws in. Faint exhalations upon your breastbone, Your puckered flesh, dimpl'd beneath my warm caress.
The smell, the taste, the beauty of you whelms my mere senses. My fingers tingle, my eyes open, alive, my meager lips, tongue, breath wide drawn in, yet drawn to only you. How my blood flows. My hands, face, heart afire yet where you touch me I burn. And you? Your reddened cheeks, your hot, wet breath, your fingers stretched upon me.
Warmth to you. Warmth to me. We are attuned.
Come you say yet still I linger. My kisses burning deeper yet tender, kindled, filled with passion yearning.
Your lips your eyes your breast your belly round soft hot smooth, your wide hips touch'd taste see feel, your rich thighs, my arms my lips, your curling thick hair, muffled cries.
Oh! Bles't am I for hands, for heat for touch and taste. Warming you has lit a blaze in me.
I rise up you cry out draw me to you. How we thrash slowly deeply ecstatic delirious, consumed and consuming.
A mist about us the sheets abandoned only the heat from our bodies our breathing our muttered voices. My eyes are afire, I know. Reflected back from yours, I fear, hunger, welcome your look. Two wolves are we, no mind or memory, no world without, no war. Only body and soul, as we together thrum, strain.
The long slow stroke, again, again. Deep, hard, achingly sweet. We slap out the rhythm. You and me. You and me. How can you bend and meet me?
Eyes unseeing, labored breathing, My whole world drawing in, your warmth, your wet, your face emblazoned in my eyes, your breathless cries, your muscles locking against me.
My toes curl, calves, thighs, chest, shoulders and you rise to meet me. Two taut bent bows pulled utterly against each other, joined in that fiery moment when all else falls away. Then the flood, the fire. The lightning and thunder, commingled, ripped from spine to spine. Oh, my brain is emptied, mind floats. Body and soul, I burn within you, as you burn within me.
Eyes clear. We gasp upon each other. Breast to breast. We are swimming in it. Sweat upon us, wet hair commingled as we gaze upon each other. Blissful grins, sweet smiles, soft kisses and breaths upon each other with our throated murmurations.
I drown in your eyes, those liquid pools of night. Their laughter, fire, joy, rend my worries, whelm my fears. Warm, enduring, home.
Abed we lay your hair upon me, soft breathing, warm hands, long legs. My toes nuzzle your feet. The wonder of it. How we fit so close together, sprung from the same clay?
Home and hearth and hearts entwined. My bride my angel. Mine.