Hello everyone!

I hope you enjoy what is to come as much as I do. As usual - Mature, mostly plotless smut below. The smut is the plot, let's be honest. This is the start of what will be a 3? parter. Please enjoy, and leave a review!

Sunday 7th March, 2004

It had always been her dirty little secret. She had never told a soul, and she had planned never to let anyone find out. This had worked for her for nearly 10 years, but it seemed the cat was finally out of the bag. Hermione had been caught red handed, and there was nothing she could do about it.

She had been so well behaved at the Burrow all day. She had artfully dodged Ron's obvious pining looks, she had helped Molly with all of the chores, she had answered Arthur's repetitive questions about Muggles, she'd spoken to Percy about politics, and even changed baby Jamie's nappy to give Ginny and Harry a rest from their newborn, but she had apparently broken the only rule she had ever given herself for the Burrow.

Do NOT get caught giving longing looks to either of the Twins.

But caught she had been! And now she had some explaining to do. It had been a long day, and obviously her lack of sleep had caught up to her. Her sleep was always troubled the night before a Weasley family lunch. This was partly due to the anxiety of having to spend the day with Ron who was clearly still wanting to give a relationship a shot even though it had been 6 years since their almost kiss in the Chamber of Secrets, but mostly it was due to the fact she would have to spend the day with Fred and George. The real reasons she had never given Ron a chance.

The Twins had stolen her heart in first year and she had never thought to do anything about it. What could she do? Hut how were you supposed to tell one handsome man you fancied them, let alone two handsome men? Two handsome, rich, and successful men who had been your friends since you were 11 years old no less! And not only that, how were you then supposed to go public with the news of you being in a relationship with two men? The Wizarding world was barely okay with people being gay! The news of a Triad would be positively scandalous.

Hermione's little secret had started at the sorting ceremony all of those years ago. Once she had been sorted into Gryffindor and ushered off towards the Gryffindor table, she had looked along the table and found two beaming faces, beckoning her to the empty seat between them. She had hurried over and sat down, smiling up at the two freckled boys who were still clapping and whooping, much to the annoyance of Professor McGonagall.

"Nice to meet you! I'm Fred!" - "And I'm George!" They said in perfect synchrony. The Twins had both stuck their hands out and eagerly introduced themselves to Hermione.

It had been a strange feeling, having such a warm welcome. Hermione had never felt so included in her entire life. They had welcomed every other new Gryffindor first year with just as much enthusiasm, but they had always kept a protective knee pressed against Hermione's own leg. Thankfully, it turned out that this wasn't just them being polite to a new Firsty. They had gone out of their way to invite her to sit with them whenever they got the chance since that first day. Whenever she had found herself excluded from her own year group, and especially when Ron and Harry were not being very kind to her, she had found that Fred and George were always there to save the day in one way or the other.

Over their school years she had helped them with developing some of the charms for their jokes and gags, and in return they had helped her with obtaining school work for classes beyond her years, and offered her not so secret protection from bullies. She had noticed a pattern emerging in second year. When someone was mean to her within earshot of the Twins, the bully would mysteriously sport vibrantly coloured hair the next day, or their tie would change colours, or her personal favourite, their voice would change pitch with every nasty look they shot her way. Although Fred and George had never openly admitted to her that it was them, she was always very thankful that they had her back. She was sure they kept quiet because they knew she would have told them off for hexing other students

Hermione had realised that she liked them both as more than friends when she, Harry, and Ron were on the run and the sound of the Twins voices over the wireless made her heart race. After a while she would no longer listen to the content of the broadcasts of Potter Watch, but she would find comfort in listening to their dulcet tones over the airwaves. Just knowing they were safe and still fighting for the cause made her happy and want to keep up with their Horcrux hunt.

The almost kiss with Ron had really sealed it for her. Where most people expected Hermione and Ron to end up together, Hermione had always found herself repulsed by the idea. She had no feelings for Ron, and really wished other people would leave the two of them alone and stop trying to force them together. He was not the Weasley she was lusting after, after all, and this issue was just as prevalent today as it had been when they were 16.

Hermione had always felt like a bit of a deviant for lusting after twins, but it wasn't something she could help. She had tried very hard to not feel this way about them over the years, but her efforts were futile. She had found herself fantasising about them in the evenings at the Burrow after dinner many times, which is where her one rule for the Burrow had stemmed from. And this is where she had finally slipped up tonight. Thankfully she had only been caught by Fred, but still. She was in big trouble as she knew Fred wouldn't drop it.

"You're not staring at Ron's arse, are you?" a voice suddenly breathed into her ear.

Hermione almost jumped out of her seat on the sofa in fright. Good Godric! Where did he come from? She had not realised it, but she had in fact been staring at George's arse as he knelt over baby Jamie with Ron, trying to wrestle his little legs into a clean nappy.

"Wha-?! I.. I wasn't staring at anyone's arse thank you very much!" she stammered, red faced and fidgeting in her seat to avoid eye contact with Fred at all costs.

"I know you're lying, Love. You never could lie to me." He waggled his eyebrows at her cheekily.

Hermione's heart stuttered at the term of endearment. Fred and George had often called her by various pet names over the years. She'd always feign annoyance, but really she turned into a puddle when they did so.

"No, Fred, really. I was just zoned out, that's all!" she said defensively.

"Then why were your eyes tracking every movement he made?" He questioned persistently.

"Fred, I swear to you, I was NOT looking at Ronald's arse!"

"Oh! So you were looking at Georgie's arse then!" He exclaimed.

"Shhh! Keep your voice down! N-"

"I knew it! I knew it!" He cut her off before she could continue to defend herself.

They had started to attract the attention of Ginny and Harry on the other sofa across the room so Hermione quickly grabbed his wrist and pulled him out of the living room and into the empty kitchen.

"Fred! Would you stop, please?" She begged, still clinging to his wrist.

His face went uncharacteristically serious as he took in the panicked look in Hermione's eyes. "You know I'm only messing with you, right?"

Hermione looked towards the ground and gasped, dropping Fred's wrist like a hot potato when she realised she was still holding onto it.

"What's wrong, 'mione? What's got you so flustered?" He asked, tucking an errant curl behind her ear.

Hermione felt weak at the knees at the action. She groaned as she turned her body away from him and took a deep breath to calm her nerves.

"Look, Freddie. The thing is… Yes, I was looking at George's arse. You weren't supposed to notice. No one was supposed to ever notice."

"What's so wrong with checking out someone's arse? I check yours out all the time." He admitted with a smirk, doing just that since she was conveniently facing away from him.

Hermione whipped around to look at him, catching him in the act. "You what?" she questioned incredulously.

"I mean, look at you! You've blossomed into quite the woman." Fred made a show of leaning back around Hermione to appraise her body again.

She slapped at his arm, face flushing. "I can't believe you're being so shameless about this?"

"What's there to be ashamed of?" He asked, truly confused. "George looks too! You have this one pair of jeans that drive us both crazy!"

Hermione could feel the heat in her cheeks, her face was surely a hideous shade of maroon by this point. She wasn't sure what to do with this new information. She was being told by her long standing crush that both he, and her other crush frequently checked her out, and what? Swapped notes on her clothing? This was a lot to take on board.

"I'm so confused, Fred. Why do you check me out? Just because I'm a girl?"

"What? You think we only look because you're a girl? Do you think we're that depraved?" Fred snorted. "Don't be silly. We check you out because you are gorgeous, Hermione. I mean, have you seen yourself in recent years?" He whistled as he took a step towards her, backing her into the wall.

Hermione was too stunned to speak. All she could do was stare up into Fred's slightly flushed face as he started to press his hard, lean body into her own much smaller, curvier frame.

"Let's work our way from the bottom up, shall we?" He spoke gently into her ear.

"You may be on the shorter side, but your legs are so long and shapely and your thighs look like they were made to be wrapped around my body, they drive me crazy . Your arse is a thing of beauty. Not too big, not too small, and wobbles just the right amount as you walk." He paused his appraisal to run a hand up her thigh to rest on her hip. "Your hips tease me every day with the way they sway, surely you know how your walk affects most men? And your waist… My goodness, Hermione. Your waist is perfection. And now we work our way to your breasts… I can't comment with total certainty as you're usually pretty well covered up, but from the glances I've seen over the years, I have to say, they seem as perfect as the rest of you…"

Hermione was all but trembling where she stood. At some point during Fred's speech she'd reached out to take a fistful of his shirt to hold herself steady. She stared up adoringly into Fred's face, hanging off of every last word.

Fred's eyes roved over Hermione's flushed face as he finished his appraisal.

"Your beautiful chocolate eyes, your little button nose, and your plump, kissable lips are all wonderful, but do you know what my favourite part about you is?" He asked with his lips against her ear.

She gently shook her head no and waited for Fred to answer, too afraid to trust her own voice. He pulled back from her and smiled cheekily. "Why, your wild, bushy hair of course!" he said with a gentle tug of a curl.

Hermione huffed as she attempted to push him away from her. "Way to ruin the moment. Thanks."

Fred chuckled as he leant further into her, not allowing her to escape. I'm just teasing you, Love. Your mind is my favourite part of all. Your brains and personality make you absolutely irresistible to me. It's a wonder I have been able to stay away from you for as long as I have." He finally admitted.

Hermione looked at him with wide, unbelieving eyes. Was this really happening?

Fred started to lean in, eyes closing, readying himself for a kiss.

"Stop!' Hermione said, pushing him away with a hand.

"What? What's Wrong?" He asked, panicked by her sudden change in demeanour.

Hermione was once again scarlet from embarrassment. "I- I've um… I'm a…" she stumbled over her words.

"It's okay, 'mione, you can tell me anything, you know that right?"

She took a deep breath. No point holding this in, just rip off the plaster. The faster the better. She thought to herself.

"I'mavirgin!" came out in a quiet tumble of words.

Amusement glimmered in Fred's eyes, and a lazy smile played on his lips. "Really, Hermione… I'd never have guessed."

She huffed indignantly, crossing her arms over her jumper clad chest. "Really, Fred? No need to be rude about it."

He chuckled and kissed her on the cheek before taking a step back from her to give her some breathing room. "Don't take this the wrong way, Hermione, because I don't mean this in a mean way at all, but you've never been in a relationship before and you can be a little high strung at times.. I can't say it's a shock to find out you've never slept with anyone."

She sighed and relaxed her posture once again. "I guess you're right. I live up to the swotty reputation I gained in school still, don't I? It's just- I've just never found anyone I would be willing to give myself to that likes me back."

"Well, you've found someone that likes you…A lot. Now I just need to know if you're willing to give yourself to me." He said with his trademark lopsided smile.

Hermione was about to respond when suddenly the kitchen door burst open.

"There you two are! You've been gone for ages! Ginny and I are leaving in a minute. Time to take Jamie home to bed." Harry beamed at them, totally oblivious to the tension in the room.

"We'll come and say bye now, Harry!" Hermione said, quickly following him out of the room before Fred could get an answer to his question. Fred looked towards the ceiling and sighed before following them into the living room.

Saturday 13th March, 2004

Almost a week had passed since Hermione had seen either of the Twins. They had been busy running the joke shop, and she had been keeping her head down working at the Ministry, but that didn't stop her thoughts from racing with flashbacks from the past Sunday at the Burrow. Her dreams had been plagued with the feel of Fred's breath on her cheek, and this husky voice in her ear. What if Harry hadn't come into the room when he did? Would she have agreed to giving her virginity to Fred? Who was she kidding, of course she would have! And the past week of thoughts had only solidified her decision. She was going to do it. She'd owl him today and set it all up.

By 4pm she had cleaned her flat, bathed, shaved her legs and armpits and neatened her bush, exfoliated her skin to within an inch of her life, tamed her hair, and dressed herself in her tightest jeans and an almost daringly low cut top from the back of her wardrobe that she wasn't sure had seen the light of day since 1999.

She sat on her sofa and tried to lose herself in a book but her leg was bouncing with anticipation and she couldn't hold off any longer.

She knelt in front of the fireplace in her living room and called Fred and George's flat. By some miracle Fred answered the call.

"Good afternoon, Love. To what do I owe the pleasure?" He asked joyfully.

"I was just wondering if you'd be able to pop over for a bit?" She asked, biting her lip.

An eyebrow shut up his forehead. "Just me?" he questioned.

"Just you." She confirmed.

"Coming through, Love. Step back!" He shouted off to tell George he was stepping out, and the next thing Hermione knew he was standing in front of her in her living room.

"Hi." He said.

"Hi." She breathed.

He itched the back of his neck with one hand. "So… You wanted to see me?"

"Yes.. Well.. I had something I wanted to ask you."

"Go on then, I'm all ears." He said, dropping onto her sofa.

"Yes, well… I-" She stammered, turning to face him.

"Come on Hermione, where is the confident Witch I know so well?" He smiled at her reassuringly.

Yes, right, okay. Confidence. She thought to herself, trying to gather her nerves.

Fred's eyes roved over her body as he waited patiently for her, noting that she was wearing his favourite jeans and he could see a little cleavage and midriff for once. His curiosity was officially peaked.

"Well, the thing is… We've known each other for a long time and I've been thinking a lot over the past week-"

"Hermione, stop stalling."

"Right, sorry."

She took one more deep breath and sat next to Fred on the sofa, turning her body slightly to face him.

"Hermione.."

"I want to give you my virginity." She rushed out.

The silence weighed heavy in the room. Hermione held her breath as she watched for Fred's reaction. A slow, satisfied smile spread across his face as he leant towards her.

"You're sure?"

"I'm sure. I want my first time to be amazing, and with you I'm sure it would be. After what you said last week, I'm positive you are the right person who would make it special for me."

"You're damn right I will." He assured her. He took both of her small hands in his much larger ones. "So, are we doing this now, or did you just call me over here to make an appointment?" He teased.

"Don't make me regret choosing you over George." She said with a roll of her eyes,

Fred mockingly clutched at his heart. "You wound me, woman. Now, lead the way!"

Fred eagerly followed her into her bedroom. She was glad she had drawn the curtains earlier as the March sun tried to flood the room with light, and Hermione wasn't sure she would be able to go through with this in a brightly lit room. Instead, the room was filled with a pale, muted glow. She mentally noted that her bed was neatly made, and not a thing was out of place in the whole room. Hermione jumped slightly as she felt a masculine body pressed against her back. She leaded backwards ever so slightly and let her head fall back against his shoulder.

She felt him brush her hair away from her neck and press a few kisses to her exposed throat as his arms wrapped around her waist. She shivered at the contact and her eyes fell closed. She felt Fred move her slightly and when she opened her eyes she could see him watching her in her full length mirror as he ran his hands up and down her sides.

"You really are beautiful, Love" He told her as her eyes fluttered closed again.

He tugged gently at the bottom of her shirt before asking for her permission to remove her top. She nodded in consent and helped him take it off of her, leaving her standing in a black lacy bra. Fred groaned at the sight and let his hands caress her covered breasts. His hands continued to travel south and stopped to play with the button on her jeans. "May I?" He asked again. This time in response she took over and removed her jeans for him.

She turned around and stood in front of him in a matching set of lacy underwear. Fred groaned as he reached forward for her.

"Nuh uh!" She said as she slapped his hand away. "You're wearing much too much clothing."

In an impressive display of wandless magic, Fred's clothes were suddenly neatly folded on the chair by the door. "Now who's wearing too many clothes?" He asked, taking a step to close the gap between them, erection proudly jutting out away from his body.

Hermione gulped as she took in the sight. Maybe I have chosen the wrong person after all, that thing is huge!

He reached his hand out and traced his finger from the hollow of her throat, all the way down between her breasts. "I knew they would be just as magnificent as your arse." he said approvingly.

She smiled at his reference to last week's speech, knowing just how much he seemed to love her body. "Thank you." she whispered. Her forehead was level with his chin so she had to tip her head back to meet his gaze. "You'll have to teach me what to do, tell me what you like.. I don't really know what to do-"

"Hermione." He clasped her chin in his hands and ran his thumbs over her cheeks. He dipped his head and pressed a kiss to her plump lips. "Relax."

She wasn't used to seeing the serious side of Fred Weasley, but she was glad that he knew when to be serious, as she wasn't sure she could take any of his jokes at a time like this. She was barely able to stop herself from shaking. She sighed as his arms came around her and held her in his strong embrace. She began to relax as he started to run his hands calmingly up and down her spine. He used this position to his advantage and stealthily unclasped her bra for her. He stepped back and let the bra fall away. He kept eye contact with her as he knelt down and removed her underwear in one fluid motion. She carefully stepped out of them and silently led him over to the bed.

They both sat down and turned to face each other. He cupped her face once again and brought his lips down onto hers. After a minute of slow, languid kisses, he pulled back. "You've got nothing to worry about. I'll take care of you." he said.

"I know." She closed her eyes and leaned back in for another kiss. I know you will. She finished in her head.

He cupped the back of her head and nibbled on her lower lip. He flicked his tongue over the closed seam of her mouth and moaned as he felt her lips part, allowing him entrance. She threaded her fingers through his hair and leaned fully into the kiss. He gently manoeuvred them so that they were laying in the middle of her bed facing each other. Hermione felt her desire for Fred welling up inside of her as their kiss deepend.

Fred groaned in approval as he felt her body loosen and melt against his own. Her tongue ventured inside his mouth. He hummed as he knotted his fingers in her wild hair and his other hand swept down the curve of her spine to finally grasp her amazing arse. He pressed her to him, rubbing her firmly against his erection.

Hermione closed her eyes at the sensation, pulling her mouth from his to explore the line of his jaw with her lips. She kissed his neck and discovered a sensitive spot behind his ear that made him shudder. It made her happy that even in her inexperience she was able to elicit such a response from him.

"You're driving me crazy," Fred rasped.

He pulled back and sat up on his knees. He leaned forward and cupped her breasts in his large hands, running his thumbs over her nipples. Her breasts firmed up with the attention and her nipples hardened to little pebbles. He pinched them gently until she cried out. He rolled her onto her back and leaned forward, taking a nipple in his mouth. As he continued his ministrations on her breasts his free hand travelled down the expanse of her torso until it slipped between her legs. Hermione held her breath as she felt his large hand cup her pussy. She arched her back and bit her lip at the contact.

It didn't take long for her to start moving against him. Between her nipple in his mouth, and his fingers sliding up and down the length of her, she was aware of just how wet she must be without even touching herself.

Her pussy ached for more, and without having to ask he dipped a finger inside of her. 'Oh, Fred… That's…" She couldn't string a coherent sentence together from how he was making her feel. She felt him move his finger in and out, and could hear just how wet she was. He moved his mouth from her nipple to her clit in one quick movement and she jumped at the new sensation. She had never felt such pleasure before. He teased her swollen bud with his tongue and she jerked softly as she moaned his name.

"Look at me, Hermione", his voice thick with desire.

She lifted her head and watched as he pleasured her with his fingers and tongue. She could feel her orgasm building as he crooked his fingers inside of her to massage a spot inside of her that she'd never managed to find by herself.

"Oh, Fred! I'm… going to…"

"Cum for me, Hermione" he said, hardly pausing from his ministrations.

That was all it took before Hermione's orgasm came crashing down around her. Her hips bucked against his mouth and Fred watched her with rapt attention as she came undone for him.

"God, that was so hot, Love. I almost came myself just from watching you." He admitted.

He crawled back up her body and kissed her soundly, stifling her moans of pleasure as her body came back down from it's high. He pulled her close and kissed her passionately, building the fire inside of her all over again. She reached between his legs to grasp his hard length but he gently batted her hand away. "Not today, my Darling. Today is all about you," he said.

"But I want to touch it, Freddie", she whined.

"You can touch me however you like next time, but today is your day. You don't need to worry about me." He said firmly.

"God, I've wanted you for so long, Fred", she moaned as she felt his length slide between her wet pussy lips.

"George and I have both wanted you for just as long, I'm sure. He will be very upset to be missing this event." he teased,

"Oh! Poor George… I guess you were just lucky you were the one who caught me staring."

"Definitely very lucky!" He agreed, still caressing her dripping pussy with his length. "Maybe you can make it up to him another way… You'll still have two virgin holes after I'm finished with you today."

"Two?" Hermione questioned innocently.

"Mmmmhmmm," Fred hummed. "Your mouth," he punctuated with a kiss, "And your other hole!", an evil grin spread across his face as he gently pushed the head of his length against her arsehole.

Hermione jumped at the new sensation and her eyes widened comically. "My butt?" She squeaked,

"Exactly, but don't worry, 'mione, that's not for today, or for me. George would never forgive me, he is an arse man after all!".

Fred drew back and nudged her legs further apart. He teasingly probed her warm entrance with his cock. Hermione looked up from between their legs and nibbled her lip between her teeth.

"Are you going to hurt me?" She asked.

Fred kissed the frown from her face. "I'll try my best not to." He lined himself up and pressed a chaste kiss to her lips. "You okay?"

She nodded. "I think I'm ready"

He groaned. "I can't get enough of you, Love." Fred captured her mouth with his and kissed her deeply. Fred clasped her hands between his and raised them above her head. He squeezed her hands and gently pushed the head of his cock inside of her. She was so wet and ready for him that she hardly even flinched. She groaned at the feeling of being full and wrapped her legs around Fred's hips. She used her new leverage to pull him deeper inside her. She bit her lip and clenched her eyes closed. His shaft was fully sheathed in her warmth.

He kissed Hermione softly as his hips began a slow, rocking motion. "Did I hurt you?"

"No," she moaned. "You feel so good!" She looked into his eyes as he pumped into her. "Does it feel good for you?"

He thrust deep into her in response. "You have no idea."

He stroked her hair and kissed her lips. He whispered words of encouragement to her as he slowly picked up the pace of this thrusting. Hermione was swept away with the pleasure of it all. He buried his face in the curve of her shoulder and kissed her throat. His cock withdrew almost off of the way out and then plunged back inside of her. Hermione gasped, she had never felt so full, so complete.

Hermione had a suspicion that he was holding back, taking it slow for her benefit. She could feel his tensed muscles in his back, and his strained breath against her throat. "Can you… can you do it harder?" She asked shyly.

He kissed the underside of her jaw and dipped his hands into her hair to hold her still. "Do you want me to fuck you?"

The deep tone of his voice sent shivers running down her spine. She could feel goose bumps raise on her skin and her pussy quivered. "Yes, I do." she breathed.

He groaned and rested his forearms either side of her head.. He ground his hips against hers. "You have no idea what you're doing to me, Hermione." He kissed her head and shoved his length hard inside her. "Tell me if I hurt you."

With that, he scooped her rear in his palm and lifted her slightly off of the mattress. He looked her in the eyes and drove his cock into her.

Hermione felt her back bow with the pressure. He was experiencing the most intense pleasure of her life. She tipped her head back and cried out. She reached down and began playing with her breasts. She rubbed her fingertips over her hardened nipples and felt her body jolt with the mixture of sensations.

"You like that, baby?" He rasped out between thrusts.

"Yes, yes!" She panted. Her head turned from side to side restlessly. She pushed her breasts together, teasing her nippled. Fred drank in the glorious sight before him. He was in heaven.

"You want more?"

Her body twisted and she let out a loud moan when he altered the angle of his thrusts.

"I guess that answers my question," he said. He settled back on his haunches and slid his hands up her thighs. He gripped her waist with one hand and used his other hand to gently stroke her clit.

She met his gaze, mouth open in pure pleasure. "You're going to make me cum again",

"That's the idea," he smiled down at her, sweat beginning to form on his brow.

Fred's fingers rubbed over her engorged clit, sliding through her wetness. An ache was building inside of her, gaining pressure until she felt like she would explode. Her limbs tightened and she threw her head back, pushing hard against him. A long, guttural moan escaped her as her body convulsed in an orgasm.

"Oh, Shit!" He leaned over her, pressing his body along the length of hers. "You are so sexy." He crushed his mouth to hers as she shuddered beneath him. He kept her in place with his arms either side of her. His continuing thrusts drew aftershocks that left her weak. She could feel the pulsing of his cock as he thrust hard and finally emptied himself inside of her. His body tensed for one long moment and he groaned deep in this throat. His limbs went weak and he gently pulled out of her and rolled off to the side of her. His stomach clenched as he drew in gulps of air.

"Shit…" He sighed.

"Is it always like that?" She asked, staring up at the ceiling, finally coming down from her own high.

"Not always. That was something special, that's for sure".

She let a small smile settle on her face, pleased that he seemed to have enjoyed the experience as much as she had.

"What now?" She asked,

"What now?" He turned his face to look at her. "Now we rest. Unless you want me to leave?" He said uncertainty.

She rolled onto her side and checked the clock on her bedside table. "No, I want you to stay. It's still only early." She settled back down and used Fred's chest as a pillow. She could feel his arms come around her in a tight embrace.

"That really was amazing, 'mione. I would very much like to repeat that experience in the future, if you would also enjoy that?"

Hermione giggled and looked up into his face. "Yes, I would very much like to repeat that also." She kissed his cheek and snuggled closer into his side.

Fred brought the duvet over to cover them both with a lazy wave of his hand. It wasn't long before they both fell into a light slumber, wrapped up in each other's arms.