I can already hear the twins giggling from where I'm standing even though I'm a good three meters away from the door. There's no telling what they're up to this time; with them, it could be anything. And I mean that literally.
I head closer to the door, and as I do so, the laughing gets softer. Now I know for sure that they're up to no good because they're never quiet when they're not planning something.
I hesitate before going into the room, but only for a few seconds. No matter what they're about to do, I know that I won't be able to stay upset with them for very long… If I'll even want to, that is.
The door swings open by itself just as I get in front of it. Looking inside, I know that whatever it is that's about to happen, I'll definitely like it. The room is dark, lit only from moonlight shining through the windows and the flickering light of several candles placed strategically throughout the room. The air smells like pumpkin, spices, and… grass? Typical twins.
"Come on in, Lee," George says, his voice quiet but playful.
"What's going on?" I ask, stepping into the room.
"We're going to play a little game," Fred begins, stepping in front of me. He's grinning, and his eyes are shining with a light brighter than their usual mischievous spark.
"A special game. Just three players," George adds, drawing closer. He waves his wand and whispers something below his breath, and I hear the door lock behind me.
"And what's this game of yours called?" I ask, trying to keep my voice steady and basically succeeding, although I do end up sounding a little huskier than normal. Merlin, they have my knees shaking again…
"Hmm… It doesn't have a name yet…"
"Maybe you can help us come up with something?"
Two pairs of lips brush against my cheeks: George on my left, and Fred on my right. No matter how many times they kiss me like this, I'm always a little surprised that they can be so gentle and quiet. I shouldn't be surprised. After all, I see this side of them more than anyone else does…
It's just the fact that it's real proof of how they feel about me, and that by itself amazes me daily.
"I think I can do that," I whisper, smiling. Fred moves to stand behind me, pushing my hair aside and kissing my neck, as George moves to stand in front and softly kisses my lips. "But I'd have to play the game first. I couldn't come up with a name otherwise, now could I?"
"Of course not," they respond together, moving as one towards the bed. We fall onto it together, landing in a warm pile of arms and legs, but the twins move away and kneel over me, smiling. The look on their faces is something of lust and mischief and love, all combined and absolutely stunning to behold. Their hands move downwards and they begin to slowly remove my clothes. I protest that the two of them are still fully dressed, but they remedy that problem soon enough.
All I can think about is how much I love these two young men. About how they make me complete. About how perfect they are.
And later, once we're lying under the covers, cuddling and whispering soft words in each other's ears, I think about the day when I'll finally have enough nerve worked up to let them tell their family about the three of us. They're ready, and I'm working on getting there.