for fun and I have no money, so suing would be highly overrated!
~Love scenes censored. Not for kids.~
Colorblind by Teda
~Angelina~
"He's the perfect man for you, Angelina. He's a successful researcher at...blah, blah, blah." She had already tuned out her fathers practiced speech. Another ridiculous set up she didn't want or need.
Damn him. She loved her father, but hated his approach. If you didn't go his way, he's run roughshod right over you and he and she had been butting heads since birth. He'd always thought too highly of himself and money. Not many families, especially black families in the Wizarding world could have accomplished what the Johnson's had. A self made man, Reuban Johnson Sr., Angelina's paternal grandfather, had worked and made his fortune in the restaurant business. More into wheeling and dealing and recipes than magic, he'd made a name for himself and his family rich. Taking over for his father when he passed away, Rueban Jr. had made the family even more wealthy with restaurant chains all over the world.
Unfortunately Reuban Johnson Jr. also felt being wealthy entitled you to being an elitist snob. Poor families like the Weasley's were frowned down upon. Being friends with a Weasley was frowned upon, and being in love with a Weasley...
Fred was white. She was black. That's all her father saw when they were together.
Didn't matter. She loved Fred, had been secretly seeing him for over a year now. Best mates had
become even better lovers. Even closer friends. Although everyone else thought they were still just
platonic friends.
"I'll think about it, dad." Angelina replied, not meaning it for a second, but wanting to head off an
argument. She just smiled faintly to her Mum, who looked sympathetic and kept her eyes on her
lunch menu. Lunch dates with parents shouldn't be such a chore, but it was starting to feel like it
lately. Especially now that she and Fred had gone that final, big step. When daddy dearest found
out-she hope she lived to be 21! She hoped he never found out until they were ready to tell. How
hard could it be to hide? Works on television, right?
~~~~~~~
First dad and now practice. What a day! She felt like falling down to her feet and sleeping for
weeks. Late in the evening, almost close to nine o'clock, she let herself in her spacious four
bedroom flat. Dropping to her leather couch, Angelina just sat there on the couch for a few
moments out of pure laziness, before deciding to head to her bedroom for a quick shower and then
in bed. Being one of a handful of female Quidditch players in the league, she worked hard to be the
best. Better than all the other women and the chauvinist men. Walking upstairs in her bedroom, she
removed clothing as she went along. Closing her bedroom door behind her, she kicked off her
shoes. Not bothering to turn on her light, she headed straight to her closet. Pulling off her robes,
pants and padding, she opened the closet door to store her practice uniform on the high shelf.
Putting it away, she grasped the fabric of her knickers to slide them off.
"That's a nice look for you, Angel."
Stiffening in shock, she turned to see Fred sitting cross legged on her bed. She knew the very shape
of him by heart. Though the moon light from the window wasn't enough to really see his
expression, his lustful tone of voice made her smile.
"Well, hello to you too hun." Angelina replied. No shy school girl, she stood in her undies
unashamed or bashful in front of him. He'd seen it all before anyway.
"I missed you today, Angel. I hate it when you have to go away to practice. Shops dead boring
without your pretty little face to look at." Fred smirked, casually uncrossing his legs to lean back
against her pillows. He was sliding his eyes over her body. Just dressed in white bra-panty set, she
didn't know how seductive she was to him. Tall, brown skinned and well built in all the right places,
she was a beauty.
"You just wanted someone besides George to watch you play tricks on customers." Angelina
chuckled, before she was quickly snatched up in his arms. She'd forgotten how fast he could move!
She hadn't even seen him get off the bed. Must be from years of playing Quidditch.
"I missed you Angel, you know that." he moaned, kissing her soft lips, before sliding his mouth to her cheek to breathe in her floral scent.
She sighed happily at his declaration. He knew all the right words to melt her resistance. Wrapping her arms around his thick neck, she turned her head farther to the side, giving him more access to her slim neck.
He just smiled, running one of hands through her thick hair. Braids gone, she wore her black hair in shoulder length curls. His other hand slowly wandered down her backside to grasp her buttocks and press her firmly against his arousal. She moaned as he pressed her firmer, rubbing his hardness against her warmth. Slightly taller by a few inches, she bent to adjust their position.
Gripping her head gently but firmly, he tilted her face up towards his. He kissed her, crushing her soft mouth beneath his. He caught her upper lip in his teeth and when she started, he took her mouth with his tongue. He probed her, enticed and seduced any resistance away, not that she had any.
"Tell me you missed me." He whispered against her lips.
"Nope." she teased.
"Tell me you missed me, Angelina." Fred insisted, nipping at her neck, smiling as he felt her
shudder.
"Git, you know I did!" She growled, tugging on his short red hair, jerking his head back. The one
thing Fred loved to do was to draw out foreplay to excruciating levels. She pushed him onto the
bed, climbing over top of him. They shared a passionate kiss, nipping and biting at each others lips.
Using the element of surprise, he quickly flipped her over on her back so he could leer triumphantly
down at her. Her large breasts were crushed between them as he bent down to kiss that sensitive
spot behind her ears. Leaning slightly back, his palms lovingly explored her chest. His fingers
danced over her soft curves, squeezing and molding her in the palm of his eager hand. Pulling away
to give himself more leverage, he hooked his index finger in her bra strap and slowly drew it down.
Repeating the movement with his other hand, he teased until she was trembling under him. His right
hand rose toward her breast. Caressing softly for a bit, he applied more pressure with his thumbs
making her gasp aloud. He adored her breasts.
"You can be on top the next time." He groaned as he left feathery light kisses upon her breast and
then down her stomach.
Angelina instinctively sunk in her stomach. "Who said there's going to be a next time?" She
reached down his back to grab a hand full of his blue jumper and drug it over his head. He was
more than willing to help her speed up the disrobing. Her hands urgently stroked his naked back
and he groaned.
"I'll make sure of it." he whispered. He pulled away again, straddling her thighs as he reached down
to undo his pants.
Hearing the zipper slid down, Angelina opened anxiously for him, waiting. Shedding his pants and
underwear in one fell swoop, he laid on top of her again. Slowly, he slid his finger between her
spread thighs and teased her lightly. She was already ready for him.
He continued touching gently until she relaxed completely and allowed him full access. He caressed each fold until she was writhing, whimpering, undulating against his hand. She was so wet and hot to touch. Fred thought he'd die right there. He was so aroused, he needed to take her now. It had been too long a time away from her.
She stopped with one her hand on his hard belly. She needed to touch him before he made her lose control. Wrapping his thick member in her right hand, she slowly, painstakingly slid her hand up and down. He was so hard and large in her hands, red tipped and fierce looking and so wonderful to touch. Watching his hips restlessly thrust as she stroked him gave her a feeling of power and lust.
"No more." Fred cried out, snatching her hand away from his erection. He entered her body slowly
but firmly. She grabbed at his back, dragging her nails in deep. He grunted before pulling all the
way out and lunging in again. Fred threw back his head and groaned, clenching his teeth.
Moving between her legs, he gasped for breath. She was killing him. She always did. Reaching
down to capture her legs, he brought them around him, high on his back and told her to hold on
tight. He increased tempo, driving into her like a mad man while she shuddered and moaned. Over
and over and over again. It felt like it went on forever and neither one wanted it to ever end.
They jerked in a rhythm old as time. Crying out each others name without fear of discovery. But all
good things do come to an end. He increased momentum as he whispered her name. Deep inside,
the spasms began and he thrust into her hard trying to climax. Putting his index finger in his mouth,
wetting it, he worked his hand between them to trigger her orgasm, stroking and pinching her until
finally she stiffened and screamed her release. The clenching of her tight vaginal walls made him
climax until he collapsed in completion. They lay there quietly in euphoria, before he reluctantly
withdrew and flopped down next to her on the rumpled bed.
"Damn girl. I'm dead now." Fred breathed heavily, trying to calm his speeding heart.
Wiping her sweaty brow, she laid her head on his shoulder and chuckled to herself.
He laughed softly before putting his arms around her and drawing her near. They soon fell asleep.
They would be at it again before the night was done. Again and again.
~~~~~~~~~
She awoke the next day to a not so gentle poking. Irritated, she moved over in the bed a bit, but was
brought back by Fred's left arm around her waist. Sleepy still, she wondered about that annoying
poking in her backside until the poking became a gentle rubbing up and down her buttocks.
She gave a quiet 'oh' as she realized what was sticking in her backside. No words were needed as
she silently rolled over. His eyes were dark and demanding and her breathe hitched at the sight. She
felt her bodies instant response. He gently but firmly gripped her head, then crushed his mouth to
hers and ravished. Their tongues danced against each others, stroking in and out their mouths.
Kissing down her neck to her ample chest, she moaned when his teeth closed over her pinched
nipples. Bucking at his powerful touch, she was a writhing mass of sensations.
Needing to give as good as she got, she reached out and pushed him onto his back. She slid her hands over his tight, toned torso, lightly running her nails through the baby fine red hair on his chest. The sunlight streaming through the thin white bedroom curtains lightened his ginger hair like a halo.
"What no breakfast? Just wham, bam, thank you ma'am?" she joked, teasing his hard nipples with her nails, her mouth soon joined her fingers.
"Let's work up an appetite first, then I'll feed you." he murmured. He hissed when her mouth streaked down his chest. Feathering openmouthed kisses, she bit and sucked her way across his wide chest. His breath thickened, caught, released on groan when she laved her tongue low on his belly. Every muscle tensed in anticipation.
Her mouth! She took him into her mouth and his hands shook as he fisted her hair.
"A-Angel." he managed to croak out, a fine sheen of sweat coming over him as he panted. Angelina opened for him, and he thrust his manhood wildly past her sweet lips. Stroking her tongue over him, she-
Ringgggggggg! The damn doorbell was never a more hated thing than it was at that moment.
Disgruntled, the couple started to ignore the incessant ringing, but after a full six minutes of it, they knew the person wasn't going to just go away.
"Crap! If that's George I'll-" Fred cursed, slamming his clenched fist on the rumpled, burgundy
sheets. Aroused beyond measure and angry about the interruption, he was more than ready to hex
the bell ringer into oblivion.
"I'll get it. Just stay there and I'll be back for my encore." Angelina winked cheekily, taking the
disturbance in stride. She quickly covered up in a fluffy, blue robe and strolled downstairs to
answer the door. Checking herself in the hallway mirror quickly, she smoothed down her wild hair
and hoped she didn't look like she'd just been having sex. But before she could gaze out through
the peep hole she heard a distinctive, recognizable voice.
"Hey Pumpkin, open up. It's Mum and Dad."
"Awww, Crap" Angelina cried, as a noticeably loud crack sounded from upstairs.
R/R if you'd like some more Fred/ Angelina action. Hope you liked it since this is my very
first and I love this couple. Bye!