This is definitely an M rated chapter... read with caution... skip to the next chapter if you don't like M stuff.

Chapter 14: A resolution

Hermione had woken up the following morning with George serving her breakfast. He looked at her as he put the tray beside the bed. His mouth opened and closed several times, as if he wanted to say something but was unsure of how to start.

"I owled mum to tell her we still had to discuss some finer details." He said hesitantly, studying Hermione's face.

She sat up and looked at the tray of toast and tea.

"The peacock feather." Hermione stated. George looked taken aback, evidently not expecting Hermione to be fully accepting of the topic.

"I know my parents won't be there..." Hermione's eyes welled up, "I've come to grips with that. I think I'll ask Harry to give me away."

George took Hermione's hand and kissed it. She smiled at him.

"I like the peacock feathered theme." Hermione continued, "I think it's really pretty. But I was also thinking of maybe a theme that Molly didn't have lain out."

George raised an eyebrow, curious.

"Well, I figure since you and Fred have the joke shop we could have a theme that was a bit more fun. Like a candy theme or something. So the colours could be really bright and each bridesmaid could wear a different coloured bright dress, and the groomsman's boutonniere would match. And then the reception could kind of be themed around things from the jokeshop. So party favours could be canary creams or something along those lines."

George looked at Hermione with a look of passion and wonder in his face.

"That is the most brilliant idea ever. But are you okay with it? It's not as pretty as the peacock feather."

"Well, I like pretty, but I think with the bright colours of the candy theme, it can be both pretty and fun."

George took the tray from Hermione and climbed on the bed. He kissed her full on the mouth. Ignoring her half-hearted muffled protests of morning breath.

He had never so appreciated her adaptability and approach to life as he had in this very moment. She was perfect in every way. Hermione reached her arms around George and pulled him closer to her. How she loved the way he loved her. He was perfect for her, exactly what she needed and where she needed him to be every time.

The kiss deepened and George straddled her, but did not like the amount of material between their bodies, and, without breaking the kiss, got up and pulled the blankets over top of both of them. Careful not to smother her with his weight he leaned on his arms and pressed into her. She moaned. Her hands went into his hair pulling him closer to her and deepening the kiss. Her memory of her and George's first time fluttering into her mind. He had been so gentle then, but now, the need was primal, and she wasn't interested in being treated like a flower. They needed each other. Now.

George pulled Hermione into a sitting position and sat across from her, he pulled off her shirt to reveal her perfect skin underneath. He threw the shirt on the ground. Hermione looked at him and pulled his face to hers again. She pushed him over and settled on top of him, allowing his hands to roam over her bare back, the closeness of her skin on his causing them both to tremble with excitement. Her arms hands were on his face, in his hair, her lips never leaving his. She could feel him pressed against her thigh. Then it was George's turn. As much as he loved Hermione's passion, he was in control of this. He rolled Hermione to her back and in one sweep had her panties off and on the floor. He looked at her. His eyes roaming hungrily over her whole body, she was perfect in every way. And he had the rest of his life to explore her entire body. He pulled his boxers off; excited even more that he could have Hermione how he wanted. Still intent on being gentle, but determined to fulfill the need of the driving, intense passion that took his whole body.

He crawled on top of Hermione, his hands exploring her body, kneading at both breasts, she moaned. He played with each nipple while breathing and sucking on the other.

"George," Hermione breathed, "I need you, I need more of you."

George kissed and Hermione's neck and nibbled her ear, his breathing was heavy. His hand snaked to the back of her neck and as he positioned himself to enter her, he lifted her to him and pushed into her hard, as deep as he could.

Hermione choked a moan and George let out a deep breath. He would never get tired of how perfect she felt around him. He created a slow but hard rhythm.

"Oh my God, George. Faster."

Hermione couldn't focus, her mind refused to think of anything, she felt her hands in George's hair and down his back, nails digging in.

Still holding Hermione, George used his other arm to pull Hermione's leg up. He no longer was going slow, being gentle didn't seem to be an technique that either of them wanted.

One particularly angled thrust sent Hermione over the edge, she clenched around George.

"Hermione, oh hell." George pushed into her as deep as he could one last time, joining in the joyous release. He collapsed on top of her, his arms at her sides to keep himself from squishing her. Both were trembling and sweaty.

They stayed that way for a few moments before George pulled out and laid beside his wife turning his head to look at her. She was looking at him smiling. He smiled back at her and kissed her on the lips. His hands roamed over her tangled, bushy hair, her neck, her breasts, playing with each nipple. Hermione twitched slightly.

George could feel himself going hard again. Only Hermione could get him going again so quickly.

Hermione pushed George and sat up; she looked down and saw that George was ready again. She grinned. She reached down and stroked him, George moaned closing his eyes. Then Hermione pulled George off the bed with her, and not breaking their contact she lead them to the bathroom. She opened the shower door and pulled him in with her, turning on the warm water.

"Lets make a good memory here." She whispered before slowly descending on him.

Wedding details were forgotten, all that was there was the intent on fulfilling the other's need. Everything else could wait.