A/N: This one got sexy. Enjoy. Review. Happy Thanksgiving.

They waltzed into the apartment after a leisurely dinner at a very nice place that served something called tapas. Fred was confused, but Hermione had explained that you order a lot of food and try it all. The portions were small but you got to eat a lot of food, and Fred seemed satisfied, so that's what they did. The drank plenty of alcohol, ate plenty of food, and made their way back to his place together. Her nude pumps were making it difficult for her to walk up the stairs, and as she reached to take them off, Fred picked her up fireman style and carried her up the stairs. He placed her at the top, and held the door open for her as she walked into his home.

The living room absolutely belonged to two sort-of bachelors. There were plans for different new products laying around. Piles of socks all over the floor. Old Weasley sweaters were all over the couch, some with F and some with G. The kitchen table was piled with books. Admittedly, those were Hermione's books that she had left here as she finished reading them on the nights she slept over.

"What are you thinking about?" Fred broke the silence that had come over them as they entered the building.

"I was just looking at your place. And I was about to start thinking about my own, when you interrupted me."

"How rude of me. Should I make it up to you?"

"I think you should take me to bed."

"Gladly."

He grabbed her hand, and kissed it as he pulled her down the hallway, into his bedroom. He kissed his way up her forearm, and skipped the sleeve of her dress and laid kisses on her shoulder, collarbone, and neck. She moaned his name, and he immediately got hard in his trousers. He unzipped her dress, and pulled it off to reveal a lacy grey bra and matching knickers.

"You didn't tell me you were planning on wearing something nice to look at under that dress. Dinner would have been much quicker."

"You're not the only one full of surprises in this relationship, Weasley." She took his dress shirt by the collar, and pulled his tall frame closer to her so she could unbutton the buttons of his white shirt with the little black pinstripes. Her favorite shirt of his. He was wearing deep, emerald green trousers, and all she wanted to do was take those off, but she decided to follow his lead. Whenever it came to their physical relationship, she followed his lead. She wanted him to be satisfied and wanted him to feel like he was doing the right thing for her. His relationship history was short; Hermione was his most serious relationship since Hogwarts and they had barely been dating a month. Not that I've had anything serious for a while either.

She was immediately pulled out of her thoughts by Fred's tongue on her breast. She was so absorbed in him kissing all over her shoulders and chest that she hadn't even noticed him removing her dress, that was now a puddle on the floor, or removing her bra that was nowhere in her line of vision. She hadn't even paused running her hands through her hair when she let out a groan.

"Someone was distracted."

"I was thinking about you."

"Oh were you now?" He licked the stiff pink peak and then gently blew on it. She gasped.

"I was."

"And what were you thinking about?"

"How I let you set the pace in this relationship." She saw no point in answering back with a sexy retort, even though she knew in the back of her mind that he was going to stop and leave her there in her grey knickers, nude pumps, and nothing else.

"What are you talking about?"

"Fred, I know you want to wait to have sex, but I don't know if I can wait too much longer. Sometimes at work my mind wanders and I sit in the office thinking about how I wish you'd show up and we could cast a silencing charm and super strong wards and locking charms and all of what we would need to do to have sex in my office. On my desk. On my chair. On the other chairs. On the floor. Sometimes I lay in bed at night thinking about you and thinking about how much I want you to just show up in your old room at the Burrow and let me have my way with you. You're killing me, Fred."

He laughed out loud. A big, loud, happy laugh. He grabbed her, and pulled her close. "Well I'll be damned. Who knew that Hermione Granger, the smartest witch ever to walk the wizarding world, the brightest witch of our age, the prim and proper employee of the Ministry of Magic would be thinking such dirty thoughts."

"Very funny, Fred."

"Let me take the edge off, please?" He looked down at her, and his eyes pleaded with her. She couldn't say no to him, especially when he was offering to help her out. She responded by taking off his trousers. She hadn't noticed that he'd already stepped out of his shoes, and as she undid the button he peeled his socks off with his toes. He lifted her off the floor, and she shook her feet so her heels would fall off. They landed on the floor with two distinct thuds, and he threw her on the bed. He briefly thought about teasing her but knew that she would be very angry, and he didn't want to deal with an angry, sexually frustrated Hermione. Again. Instead he took off the lacy knickers and immediately sunk a long and strong finger inside of her. She moaned with utter delight. He swelled with pride and confidence as he kissed his way down her stomach. Her breath hitched in her throat, both from the feeling of his hands working their magic on her body and knowing where his mouth was heading. Feeling his strong hands in her body was one thing, but his tongue on her was entirely another level of pleasure. They had only taken that step recently, but Fred couldn't get enough of her and she wasn't complaining.

"Fred, please." Her breathing was heavy, and she was squirming under his touch.

"Please what?"

"Please touch me."

"Oh, baby, I'm already touching you."

"You know what I mean!"

"Tell me what you want, Hermione."

"I want you. To put your mouth. On me. Right now." He chuckled internally, knowing that if he asked her where she'd throw him off and do it herself. So he obliged her, and kissed his way up her left thigh, stopping at her center. She groaned, and pushed her hips so his mouth was on her. He pulled away, but she was too quick and pushed his head back down, and wrapped her legs around it to prevent him from removing it again. So he had no choice but to finally lay his lips on her. He began to kiss and lick her, flicking his tongue in all the right spots. He loved her sweet taste, and continued tonguing her clit as he used his fingers to stimulate her g-spot. Listening to her say his name over and over again made his erection nearly painful. He didn't care, he wanted her to finish before he even thought about getting his.

"Come for me, 'Mione." With his words, she found her release. Her back arched, her eyes flew shut, and her free hand grabbed the sheets as she said his name over and over again.

"Oh good God that was amazing."

"No God, just Fred." He smirked at her, and went up to her level. She wrapped around him, pulling him close.

"I love this."

"What, me eating you out until you scream my name?"

"Well that too. But I like cuddling with you. Especially after you make me scream." He laughed and kissed the top of her head. They laid in each other's arms, kissing each other on the cheek, head, chest, shoulder, neck, and wherever else they could reach. They were silent in each other's arms, just taking in the afterglow. It seemed like forever and like no time at all, but Hermione began to move her lips further down Fred's torso. She slipped out of his grasp, moving her delicate lips closer and closer to his member. He wanted to encourage her that she didn't have to, like he did every time, but she knew this already.

"I want to, Fred. Let me return the favor." Without warning, she wrapped her lips around the head and moved down quickly. She couldn't fit his whole length in her mouth, so she used one hand to rub where her mouth did not reach, and the other to massage his balls gently. He wanted to impress her and last a long time before he finished, but he knew that wasn't going to happen. Hermione swirled her tongue around as best she could, and raked him gently with her teeth, something she had found out that he really liked. He let out a guttural moan that sounded almost animalistic. Hermione was internally pleased with herself. She loved making him come undone, and she knew he was close to finishing as his hands had made their way into her hair and were assisting her by guiding her head. She let him do as he pleased.

"Oh fuck, Hermione I'm so close. I'm gonna—" and he groaned as he spilled his seed in her mouth. She swallowed it as he pulsed between her lips, and he let out several more very loud loud moans as she did this. When she knew he was finished, she removed herself from between his legs, and took her place in his arms again.

"That was fucking amazing."

"I'm glad you thought so."

They sat in silence once again.

"Hermione?"

There was no response.

"'Mione?"

Again, he received no response. She had fallen asleep.

"I love you."