for fun and I have no money, so suing would be highly overrated!
~Love scenes censored. Not for kids.~
Colorblind by Teda
Angelina was jarred out of her sound sleep by her lovers loud snoring. She rolled over and leaned
against the pillow to gaze at his sleeping face. She smiled as she pushed a few strands of hair off
of his forehead. His hair was getting a little shaggy, she'd have to give him a haircut soon.
"Morning beautiful." he yawned, stretching and wiping at his eyes in a move reminiscent of a little boy. He turned over, rolling her onto her back, covering her with his body. He grazed his mouth across the edge of her chin and neck, placing little kisses all over the area.
He never got tired of kissing her lips or her body.
"Do you think we spend too much time in bed? You know, in bed?" Angelina questioned, shifting her legs beneath the covers.
"Hell, no." Fred replied, grinning. She couldn't help but laugh at his humor. But humor was quickly kicked to the curb and forgotten as his hands began softly caressing her shoulders, her back and thighs. Just one touch and she was already responding. She wrapped her long arms around his neck and held him close. She couldn't stop stroking him, his skin scorching hot in her hands as she ran her hands over his back and neck.
It wasn't possible to think rational thoughts with such a seductress in his bed, so Fred went on pure emotion. He was wild with hunger for her. He bit her left earlobe, nipping at the flesh as his hands, calloused and rough, reached between there bodies. He parted her thighs, stroking his hands over her in the most intimate of touches. She was wet to the touch and he groaned as his fingers penetrated her warm, moist center and his thumb rubbed against the sensitive nub hidden beneath the slick folds.
"God! Ahhh!" Angelina cried out, going wild as he tormented her. She felt weak in his arm, her heartbeat frantic. Grabbing his head in both hands, her mouth covered his and her tongue swept inside to taste and drive him insane. Their tongues dueled, each stroking relentlessly in and out the others mouth. His fingers quickened their sensual pace and she knew he was losing control.
Watching Angelina croon and tremble beneath him, Fred tried to hold back from thrusting into her and finding his own release. He made a promise to always make sure they were both mutually satisfied before ever leaving the bed, and he'd keep that promise no matter how difficult. He rubbed his hard arousal against the coarse hair of her vagina, hissing at the sensations it caused. Angelina instinctively jerked upwards to meet his movements.
He couldn't settle on where he wanted to touch her most, he was desperate to caress ever inch of her body. He gazed down at her passion glazed eyes and swallowed hard. He could spend the rest of his life in bed just hearing her soft sighs, feeling her dark ripened nipples caress the thin mat of hair covering his chest. He brought one palm up to cup the lush weight of her breasts, rubbing his thumb in a circular motion over her tight nipples.
"I-I have to taste you, Angel." he whispered, obviously shaken as he had difficulty finishing his sentence. He continued stroking her clit as she spread her legs wider, wrapping her right one around his lower back.
"You're going to kiss me there?" she asked coyly, running her nails lightly over his neck and shoulder blades. Her short, trim nails left long scratch marks behind as she teased them over his sensitive skin. Maybe later she'd kiss his little hurts and make them better.
"Yes." He drew out the word, adding another finger inside her tight center, doing with his fingers what he'd gladly do to her after a while.
She smirked up at him. "Will I like it?"
Angelina knew she'd like it... she always did.
"Hell yes. I'll make sure of it." He said, pushing off of her and disappearing under the sheets. Just the eroticness of that sight cause Angelina to moan. All she could see through her half closed eyes was a large mound hidden under the burgundy sheets. But Lord, could she feel! She felt his tongue boldly circle the straining bud, making her shout out in pleasure. She bucked her hips wildly as he licked his tongue up and down her glistening folds, tasting and suckling on the swollen flesh before slipping the tip of his tongue inside.
Angelina panted as she fought to control her breathing, her hands pulling hard at his hair from underneath the sheets. He lingered on the sensitive area, nibbling, sucking and circling the nub with his tongue, savoring her unique taste.
"Yes, more Fred. More!" She writhed on the bed as he teased the warmth already flowing between her thighs, delving deeper than he'd ever dared before. A hard knot formed in her belly as she shuddered over and over, passion building until she cried out her climax.
Flipping back the sheets, grinning devilishly, Fred leaned back on his knees, manhood proudly standing for her appraisal. "We may never leave this bedroom again."
He placed his large hands on her waist and pressed his penis forward, stroking the head in slow circles over her mound. Droplets of seed spread over her already wet area, arousing him to a fever pitch at the sight. Her continuing cries of pleasure made his erection grow even larger as they began a steady taunting rhythm. He felt the passion growing and knew play time was over. He leaned closer, gently entering her. Drawing out their pleasure, he slid in and out slowly, gripping her jutting hips and thrusting to the hilt.
Pleasure spread over them as they picked up speed, rocking violently against each other. He increased tempo as her hips rose with each thrust, her hands clinging to the sheets for support.
"Oh, Angie. You are so damn hot!" He hissed through his teeth. Pulling abruptly out, he ignored
her cry of surprise as he grabbed her arms and pulled her up in a sitting position, making her
kneel with her back to him. She supported her braced arms on the headboard, legs parted to offer
him better access, hips rising to answer this new call. Soft kisses were placed against the damp
skin of her back as he positioned himself close behind. He thrust forward and they both cried out
in unison, the strokes coming hard and fast. She gasped at the sounds their sweaty bodies made
slapping against one another. She pressed firmly to him without shame as he fondled her breasts,
tweaking her nipples, pounding into her harder and harder with each thrust.
Angelina cried out softly, back arched as her inner vaginal muscles clamped down firmly on
Fred's pistoning organ, stilling him and tearing an orgasm from him, milking his seed. His cock
twitched and throbbed as he came, gripping her hips painfully, shuddering while he rode out the
waves of orgasm.
They stayed joined long after Fred's hips stopped moving, breathing heavily and listening to their heartbeats pounding in their ears. Wrapping an arm around her tiny waist, Fred rested on his right elbow as he nipped at Angelina's full lips. The two traded teasing kisses as their bodies settled down to relax.
"This is how babies are made, Weasley. Trying to start something here?" She teased, a very satisfied grin on her face. She felt so alive, yet giggly after sex. Just something about being with Fred made her feel so free.
"I'll never tell." he quipped, placing a kiss on her jawline. One kiss became another, then another, before they lost themselves in the moment once again.
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It was two days later before Angelina and Fred left their flat. Although they did live together,
Fred kept up the appearance of living with his twin for the sake of privacy. George didn't mind
keeping up the lie for his brother and Angie. The brothers place was a well known bachelor pad,
but it was unofficially only occupied by one. It kept everyone from suspecting the truth and
family off the couples tracks.
No, George didn't mind. But he was realistic. He knew Angie and Fred would sooner or later get
found out. And as much as he loved his twin, he sure as hell couldn't wait to witness the fire
works. Especially when Mumzilla found out! Yikes!
Yup, Fred was a gonner. He just didn't know it yet.
Knowing his brother dear would be late to work-again, George opened the store. Setting up shop, George flipped back the open sign in the display window for Whizzing Weasley's Joke shop. Stacking up the days fresh shipments of items, he walked down each aisle filling any empty spaces. It was a small enterprise that grew in reputation, especially with the kids at Hogwarts. And the mischievous reputation of the Weasley twins didn't hurt business one bit, in fact that's what got people through the doors. Word of mouth was what kept them constantly busy. George jerked from his musings when an attractive, older black woman pushed open the glass door of the joke shop.
Her long, elegant black dragonskin coat and silk violet dress looked out of place in the casual environment of the joke shop. She wrinkled her nose as she looked. Aisles full of trick wands, Nosebleed Nougat and Puking Pastilles and the like were on display, and from the womans expression she was not amused.
"Um, hello. May I help you?" George politely asked, setting down his batch of Fainting Fancies on the floor.
"Hello. You may not remember me. I'm Natasia Johnson, Angelina's Mum." she said, holding out her hand to be shaken. George quickly took her hand, wondering what Angie's Mum was doing there. Even though she smiled at him, her eyes remained cold and he felt a chill run down his back.
*Wow, Angie's Mum's a fox but she seems like a real cold fish.* He was reminded of Umbridge's piercing gaze.
"Hello, Mrs. Johnson. What brings you to my humble little shop?" George questioned.
"I was waiting for the place to open to speak with you, Mr. Weasley. It's about your relationship with my daughter." she replied, trying to keep her eyes off an awful box displayed by the register of a child throwing up.
"Relationship?" He asked, lifting a brow in question. He gestured for her to take a seat at his work station in the back of the room but she declined.
"You're dating my daughter and I demand it stop. This just friends business doesn't ring true to me. The two of you dating is ridiculous, you have nothing in common. I'm sure you believe you love her, but it would never work out in the end, dear." Natasia said, stone faced.
*Oh boy, she thinks I'm Fred! Hmm, this might be interesting.* George suddenly smirked,
surprising Natasia. It was at these moments he wanted to thank heaven above for making him a
twin....
Thank you so much for all the support. You know who you are, people. ^^ Will try to
realistically update as soon as possible. Bye!