Chapter three: Restless

Hands met hands, lips met lips. The soft sensation of Katie's mouth pressed against his made George surrender entirely to the moment and the room and everything in it became but blurred shadows. He closed his eyes, tilting his head slightly so that the kissing would be more comfortable.
Suddenly, something flashed before his eyes. A grinning face, freckled… it was like he was looking into a mirror and seeing himself stare back at him. But it was his brother's. He knew this because he'd been seeing a lot of it when he closed his eyes of late. Shuddering in a sudden panic, he opened his eyes again.

Come on, George, he thought to himself furiously, snap out of it. This is great… you're kissing Katie Bell and all you can think of is your twin? Narcissist much?

Katie had felt him tremble and drew back a bit. She gazed into George's eyes, as though she thought she might find an answer in their depths.
"Is there something wrong? Am I… am I not doing this right?" Katie, otherwise quite a confident person, wasn't at all confident when it came to kissing and everything that concerned it. Admittedly, George wasn't that experienced, either, but more so than Katie, in any case.
"Nothing wrong," George said quickly, and hoped that he'd sounded honest enough. The truth was, his heart was speeding faster than ever, and he didn't know why anymore. Sure, he liked Katie – a lot – and he was comfortable doing this with her, but his brother kept haunting him, and it was making him positively mad.
Katie shrugged – which looked kind of funny 'cause she was lying down – smiled, and kissed him again. It was a soft, slow kiss, the kind George imagined everyone wanted, because it was the most intimate and romantic kind. But tonight he felt he just couldn't take the sweetness of it all. He was restless; he wanted more than anything to extinguish the fire that was burning inside of him, and this just wasn't the way.

He pushed Katie away carefully, immediately receiving a hurt look from her.
"There is something wrong, isn't there?" she said, frowning. "Is it me?"
"No," George hurried to assure her. "No, it's not you. Really, you're great, it's just… can't we just… skip all of this?"
Katie stared at him, puzzled. "What do you mean?"
"I mean…" George didn't know how to express himself without being too blunt. He didn't want to sound… perverted and fixated. "I mean, we've done this, haven't we? What with the hugging, and the kissing, and… you know."
It took her a few seconds to understand. When she finally did, her frown dissolved, but she still looked a bit perplexed. "Oh, you want to…?" She looked at George questioningly, as if she wasn't completely sure yet what to make of all the insinuations, and didn't want to make a fool out of herself by assuming the wrong thing.
George nodded, blushing for no particular reason and looking away. "Yes. I mean," he hurried to add, "sure, if you don't want to, we could…"
Katie shook her head violently. "No, no, it's all right… I guess we could… I mean, it's not like… yeah." She cut herself off, looking just a tad terrified at the prospect of what George was suggesting, but trying to seem very mature and experienced.
"You're not making any sense." George smiled warmly to ensure her and make her feel safer. "Calm down, would you." He kissed her smoothly. "See, we've been taking it slow all term." Another kiss. This time, Katie kissed him back, and eagerly at that. "I don't know about you, Katie, but myself…" He let his hand wander down from her chest, down to her stomach, resting it just at her belt. Katie quivered as she felt his touch, writhing slightly. "… myself, I can't wait to see…" He fiddled with her jeans' buttons. "… where this takes us."

George's little speech had done its job. Katie was caught up in the moment now and all George wanted to do was to take command. Katie kissed him as eagerly as if she wanted to devour him, and he didn't pull away until he felt he might suffocate if they kept it up. His touch light yet powerful, fast yet tender and slow, he eliminated the picture of his brother in his head and focused on the small amount of time he still had to make his and Katie's little adventurous night sneaking out of their dorms to the Quidditch dressing-room worth its while.