Title: Look how the stars shine for you.
Author: SweetlyDarkJenn (sweetlydarkme@aol.com)
Pairing: Fred/George
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be, massive applause for J. K. Rowling.
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He tasted like Sherbet Lemons the first time I kissed him, his breath so sweet as I leaned to kiss him; suckling on his bottom lip I couldn't help but sigh with pleasure.
It felt like coming home.
He told me I tasted like jam and possibly chocolate frogs while I grimaced and groaned at the mental picture of chocolate frogs covered with Jam.
I think he liked to see me shudder.
The first date he took me on was a moonlighted picnic down by the Lake, with nobody but the giant squid likely to see us at that time we could be ourselves.
That's not something we could do very often, because of who we are.
You see, I'm Fred Weasley and he... he's my brother, my twin to be exact.
Mr George Weasley.
And I know what your thinking.
How can something so wrong be right?
And I'm here to tell you that it just is, nothing, not hurried kisses shared with other people, not the embarrassed fumbling that occurs between two hormone led boys... nothing that has happened to me has ever been as important as George.
And I know as long as I live, nothing ever will be.
He tasted like Sherbet Lemons the first time I kissed him, his breath so sweet as I leaned to kiss him; suckling on his bottom lip I couldn't help but sigh with pleasure.
It felt like coming home.
He told me I tasted like jam and possibly chocolate frogs while I grimaced and groaned at the mental picture of chocolate frogs covered with Jam.
I think he liked to see me shudder.
The first date he took me on was a moonlighted picnic down by the Lake, with nobody but the giant squid likely to see us at that time we could be ourselves.
That's not something we could do very often, because of who we are.
You see, I'm Fred Weasley and he... he's my brother, my twin to be exact.
Mr George Weasley.
And I know what your thinking.
How can something so wrong be right?
And I'm here to tell you that it just is, nothing, not hurried kisses shared with other people, not the embarrassed fumbling that occurs between two hormone led boys... nothing that has happened to me has ever been as important as George.
And I know as long as I live, nothing ever will be.