Disclaimer: Oh yeah…..sure…..I'm JKRowling…..I'm a billionaire….and I write fanfic!
A/n: This chapter is not mine! All credits go to one of my best friends Fel. She wrote this chapter. Thanks for your help girl; I was stuck, and couldn't go on! Her voice and tone are a bit different than mine, but, I hope you enjoy her contribution all the same. Props to Ev too for her help on Chapter 6. Oh, and the ants' nest thing….private joke between my friends and I. If you don't get it, don't worry.
He stopped only once to hear the five sweet words Angelina had for him, "Make love to me, Fred."
Fred's hands roamed as he gave into his desire and enflamed passion. He gently lifted Angelina into his arms and placed her on the sink in a sitting position. Soap, toothbrushes, and other toiletries were scattered carelessly on the floor. Continuing his assault on Angelina's succulent body, he felt her soft hands roam through his hair. Angelina threw back her head in passion and sent crescendos of sweet groan and moans to the ceiling. Fred felt Angelina's leg encircle him, and he ground his hips into hers.
"God, I love you," Fred murmured as his hand gripped Angelina's ample rear, and Angelina rained kisses over his face.
Meanwhile, downstairs in the kitchen . . .
Molly was beside herself and as red as a tomato, "Oh my…"
Charlie, who had just come inside to pour himself a glass of water, smirked, "Ah, there's nothing like the sweet sound of a woman's voice raised in pleasure in the afternoon."
"Charlie!"
Back upstairs . . .
Fred and Angelina had naught but underwear separating them and were locked in a deep passionate kiss.
"Perhaps we should move this to somewhere more private and comfortable."
"Yes," Angelina whispered, the sound of her sultry voice sending ripples of pleasure down Fred's spine. Grabbing clothes at random, they both Apparated into his room.
"Silencio, Cierro, Oscuro."The last spell caused the windows in the room to become opaque. "We don't want a repeat of what happened earlier," Fred explained. Angelina merely smiled in reply.
They stood panting, drenched in their lover's sweat. Making the first move, Angelina stepped forward and pushed her body against Fred's. Her curves fit the crevices of his body perfectly – it was as if they were made for each other. They stayed in the embrace simply looking into each others eyes, both anticipating what was about to happen and knowing what that meant for both of them.
Angelina held Fred's eyes and he hers. His breathing had become deep, slow, and intense. His eyes traveled her figure like a starved man. His grip on her tightened as he fought to hold back his lustful, primal urge.
He was like a tiger waiting to pounce, and she was his prey.
Fred could not have been more enthralled by the dark beauty in his arms. Her chest heaved, presenting her supple breast to him as an offering. Oh, how he wanted ravage her gorgeous body right there, chivalry be damned!
Willing to accept her gracious offering, Fred started to lean in, but Angelina beat him to it. Her slick, smooth tongue traced a path from his neck to his chest. She took her time memorizing every inch of skin the appendage touched. When she reached his nipples, she twirled her tongue around the edges, purposely missing it before she dove in for the kill. Fred went into a frenzy of long deep throated groans as her tongue flicked over his rock hard nipples. She proceeded to suck one of the nubs before giving attention to the other. Her hands clasped his tight arse.
"Thank Merlin for Quidditch," she groaned, appreciating how the sport had shaped Fred's body.
Her thumbs hooked unto the waist line of his trousers, and, torturously slowly, she pulled them down.
"Oh, that's not very fair, let's even the odds." Fred murmured, making Angelina shiver.
Fred reached up and tried to unclasp her bra. He reached around the back, but then his eyebrows scrunched in irritation. He peeked behind her and looked quizzically at the smooth, sheer, black silk which spanned the width of her upper back.
Angelina chuckled, "It unsnaps in the front."
"Uh, I knew that!"
"Here," Angelina took both his hands in hers. He was trembling slightly, but so was she, "Let me help you."
He watched as she used his fingers to unclasp her bra. She lifted her hands to cup her breasts, and moaned when he gave them a squeeze of his own accord. Then, she began to delicately guide his hands lower down her torso, all the while keeping her eyes locked on his.
She loved the feel of his rough, slightly calloused palm over the skin of her torso. When she reached the waist line of her knickers, however, she stopped and slowly removed her hands from his.
He knew a challenge when he saw one. Fred trailed his fingers along the edge of her knickers, then removed them while still keeping her gaze. He took a step away from her admiring her beauty.
Fred gazed at her body bathed in the sunlight that drifted through the western window of the room and bounced off her skin making her glow. She was a radiant goddess – his goddess.
Fred captured her lips in an urgent and demanding kiss before he easily lifted her and gently laid her on his bed. His lips brushed against the shell of her ear.
Fred's hot lips descended on hers and lit her body aflame with an increasing amount of passion. His tongue seemed to be drinking in the essence of her, committing her taste to memory. He slowly dragged his lips away from hers; placing open mouth kisses along her jaw, and then, down her neck.
At her neck, he leisurely began to suck and kiss her. He gave her a light lovebite on the side of her neck, all the while playing with her breasts. Angelina moaned and quivered under his gentle ministrations. Fred lowered his mouth to lavish attention on her breasts and slid one hand down, gently drawing circular patterns on her skin.
As his hand went lower and lower, Angelina tensed in anticipation of what was coming. He slid one finger into her center making Angelina gasp. He slid in a second finger and moved them in a "come hither" motion, looking for the place which he knew would give her the most pleasure.
The soft motions sent her over the edge. Angelina's back completely rose off the sheets forcing her chest against his. Before she could even react, Fred's strong arms encircled her, locking her in place while keeping his lips at their new found position on the tops of her breast. There was no space between them now, just full body to body contact. Angelina's thighs squeezed the arm between then. She cried out in pure pleasure. Her back arched further, and her toes curled. Gradually, her body relaxed and she opened her eyes.
"Your turn now!"
In one swift motion, Fred found himself flat on his back with Angelina straddling him once again.
"Haven't we been in this position before?" he asked, smirking.
"Oh yes, and this time, we're not stopping!"
Fred watched as Angelina positioned her self above him and slid her sweet warmth over his member. Fred groaned.
"Merlin, you are so tight and hot."
Fred placed his hands on Angelina's hips as she rode him for all she was worth.
"Love …you," Angelina gasped as she hit her climax. Feeling her muscles spasm and tighten around him, Fred was thrown into an intense climax as well.
Angelina collapsed in Fred's arms, weak as a rag doll, and immediately fell asleep.
Fred curled his arms around her, and settled down against her before remembered where they were at. Cursing under his breath, he wondered what to do and whether his mum knew.
Figuring that his mother already knew what they had done, after all, the woman had had seven children, he decided to go downstairs and face her. After all, Oliver had drilled into their heads that the best defense was a good offense. So, giving Angelina a quick kiss, Fred found his clothes, pressed out the wrinkles the best he could, and half combed his hair. Before leaving the room, he conjured a parchment and quill and scribbled a quick note for Angelina.
Kissing her once again, Fred exited the room and locked on the door, intending to give Angelina some privacy.
Squaring his shoulders, Fred resolutely marched down the stairs and headed toward the kitchen.