Title: Fun and Games
Author: Nacata
Rating: T for sexual situations and language.
Summary: A collection of one-shots prompted by jokes. (Because let's be honest; is there anything more appropriate than jokes where the Weasley Twins are concerned?) Fred/Angie, as usual. A little bit of angst, a little bit of fluff, and probably some heavy snogging sessions.
Author's Note: I can't seem to get this one right. If you have any suggestions, please leave them. I'd love a chance to rework it into something better. A bit of fluff to counteract the tragedy of "Breathing." Enjoy.
"When is a car not a car?"
"When it turns into a driveway."
He was late again. Again and again and again and again and Angelina Johnson promised herself that this would be the last again because Frederick Arthur Weasley was a stupid bloody prat who had barely owled her all summer and he deserved no more again's ever again.
Of course, he always showed up.
And she always forgave him.
But it would be different this time. Because when he rolled on through the clouds over-hanging her street and into the flickering lamplight above her driveway, she shut her window and walked away. There were various objects chucked at her window (again and again and again and again) but she ignored them. There were his quiet hisses of "Angelina!" (again and again and again and again) but she ignored them. There was his father's car horn again and again and again and the thing was so goddamn annoying that eventually she threw down the Quidditch Manual she'd been pretending to read whilst secretly basking in his lame attempts to gain her forgiveness and she stalked to the window, throwing it open again.
"What?"
"C'mere. I've missed you." The car was floating at window-level, their faces just feet apart.
"No."
"What? Why? 'Lina, c'mon now…"
"No. You're late again. Do you know how long I've been sitting here, Weasley?" She knew because she'd checked the clock again and again and again and again. "You said you'd be here at seven! It's now nine thirty!"
"Oh. Er…sorry."
"What?"
"I said sorry. George had to distract mum while I er…borrowed the car. I think Dad saw me…actually, he looked quite pleased. Forgive me?" He flashed that infamously agitating grin.
"You've got a hell of a lot of kissing up to do if you want me to come out there."
As it turned out he was very good at kissing up.
Very good at kissing up her thigh and up her stomach and up her neck and oh merlin she'd forgotten how nice it was to writhe beneath him. His lips met her skin again and again and again. His breath tickled her nerves again and again and again. And he asked, "Forgive me?" again and again and again.
"No."
His lips were at her ear, his teeth nibbling the shell. "How about now?"
"No."
His hands had found her breasts and her lips parted as she arched towards his touch.
"Now?"
"…No."
"Mm. How about…now?" He had flicked his tongue lovingly over the hollow of her neck and all was forgotten; she was done for.
"Fred…" The way his name fell so pleadingly from her lips confirmed it. He pulled back enough just to grin down at her, knowing he'd probably pay for that smug little smile when she wasn't so disoriented. He looked silly and misconstrued in the dim light shining through the back of his father's car window. The park's overhead lighting was no better than Angelina's driveway and the seat beneath her wasn't very comfortable but his mouth certainly was.
"Tell me you've missed me," He was still smiling, but he was doing so beside her ear now, where she couldn't see him. She could only hear the grating huskiness of his voice and feel his tongue as it traced the outside of her ear. Stubbornly, she didn't oblige him, though she compromised by allowing her hands to roam up his bare chest, shifting so she could poke at his tennis shoe with her own. He pressed himself down on her more firmly, demanding again, "Tell me that you've missed me." And this time his request was so raw and his grip on her was so needy that she murmured,
"I've missed you, you stupid prat."
He leaned back and smiled again. And then he proceeded to kiss her again and again and again.
Author's Note: Purple Button, please!
