A/N: Note the change in rating now. We've made it to the smutty chapter, people! Please skip if you don't want to read a sex scene. Otherwise, please let me know what you think, as this is the first sex scene I've ever written. Thanks! Enjoy!


"You sure you don't want one?"

Alicia shook her head. George shrugged and took a large bite from the apple he'd been lightly tossing in the air.

The two of them had just spent a pleasant hour flying around the Burrow and were now sitting by the orchard. Alicia had initially been apprehensive about being back on a broom after a few years, but it actually hadn't taken her long to get back in the rhythm of it. The exhilaration was still there, too. Weaving and darting between apple trees had left her heart pounding and her skin tingling.

"I don't think you're going to have much trouble getting your flying back up to scratch," George said after he'd swallowed his mouthful of apple.

"I thought my flying was pretty good just now," Alicia replied, raising her eyebrows challengingly.

"We both know you can do a lot better than pretty good."

Alicia chose not to reply. Her exhilaration was petering out and she was settling back into the draining ennui that she'd been mired in for days now. This…whatever it was with George was equal parts infuriating and exhausting.

She'd worked alongside him at the shop for the past three days and every day she'd felt him edge a little further away from her. At first she'd been encouraged because he kissed her on the cheek every morning, but then Katie had shown up one day to have lunch with them and George had also kissed her on the cheek. So apparently he was just very European now and did that with everyone?

Alicia was left not knowing where she stood and she was loathe to throw herself at him anymore.

It was beginning to feel like some sort of cruel torture he was putting her through. He had to know what he was doing to her as he sat there silently, eyes carefully averted. His hair was windswept and his lips were wet with the juice from the apple. Alicia's eyes trailed to his taut forearms, which were resting on his bent knees. The faded old Weird Sisters shirt he was wearing was stretched tight across his chest and biceps.

"Why are you staring at me?"

Alicia's eyes flicked up to find him no longer avoiding her gaze. "Old habits die hard, I guess."

George cleared his throat awkwardly and tossed what was left of the apple over his shoulder. "Okay. Well, we should probably run a few laps around the orchard or something. That is why we're here, right?"

"If you say so."

"Alicia…"

"No, it's fine," she said, scrambling to her feet. She suddenly had to be somewhere he wasn't. "I just need to use the loo first. I'll be back in a few minutes."

"Sure. Bathroom's on the third floor."

Alicia took off back towards the house, trying to keep her stride measured and unhurried. It wasn't easy considering all her body wanted to do was sprint away to safety. It was all becoming too much.

It was one thing to sit behind him in Transfiguration and imagine what it would be like to run her fingers through his hair. It was another thing entirely to sit two feet away from him today knowing that his hair is deceptively soft and fine but not being able to touch it.

She now knew what it felt like to have his hands clutching at her thighs, fingertips digging in to find purchase. Back at school it had all been speculative – the wild imaginings of a teenage girl who read too many romance novels.

Now Alicia knew for a fact what she was missing out on and it made everything worse.

She paused at the backdoor to the house and toed off her trainers before walking through into the kitchen. This was the first time she'd been inside the Burrow and she took a moment to look around. George's parents were away on holiday in Morocco so the house was eerily silent and still.

It was pretty much what she'd expected. Molly Weasley kept her house warm, homely and welcoming. There were knickknacks and photos crammed onto every available surface. Alicia's eyes kept alighting on precious little artefacts that her fingers itched to pick up. She could just imagine the young twins tearing through the house, knocking over countless family heirlooms.

Still, it wasn't a world or a family she was truly a part of so she found the staircase and quickly made her way up to the bathroom. After she'd done her business she stared at herself in the mirror for a while then sighed. She was going to have to tell George she was going home. There was nothing else for it. She'd go for a run around Regent's Park or something later so she wouldn't feel guilty about skipping out on her first training session.

While taking her time on the way back down, Alicia spotted a familiar logo on a door on the second floor. The three large, entwined W's made it clear whose bedroom it had once been. Curiosity and an unwillingness to return to George made her reach out and turn the door handle. She half expected some sort of booby trap, but nothing happened besides the door hinges emitting a jarring squeak.

Once inside the room, she also expected to find chaos and mess and general mayhem, but it was mostly empty. There was two small double beds, one on either side of the room, two bedsides and nothing else. Neither of the twins had stayed there in years obviously and slowly the space must have become just a run of the mill spare room.

Alicia went over to the small window between the beds and threw open the worn, moss green curtains. She could see part of the orchard but she couldn't see the spot where she'd left George. She turned back to the two beds; one had a navy blue blanket, the other a maroon one. Taking an educated guess, she went and sat on the one with the navy blanket.

What the hell was she supposed to do now? Something in the back of her mind was telling her to cut her losses and move on. She'd already made the mistake of wasting time with Christopher when it had been obvious their relationship was no longer working.

But this was George, object of her affections for so many years. She wasn't even sure she'd be able to completely detach from him if it came to that. Part of her would always pine away for him. Especially now that she knew what he was capable of. She needed the George who had pressed her up against the wall that morning in the shop. Where the hell had he disappeared to?

Alicia sighed and pulled her feet up on the bed to sit cross-legged. She had very few tricks up her sleeve when it came to men. They had always pursued her without her actually having to do too much seduction in return. That was probably why she was single at twenty-six and had only had one significant relationship in her life. It was time for her to go after what she wanted instead of passively sitting by and accepting the advances of any man who showed an interest.

George was still proving to be somewhat of an enigma, though. Everyone told her that he was prone to overthinking things, but that hadn't been the case that morning in the shop. She was fairly certain he wouldn't have hesitated to shag her against the wall if Derek hadn't shown up. Slowly, she considered the chain of events. He'd been pretty relaxed till she dropped that ultimatum on him.

Alicia sat up a little straighter as recognition dawned and the pieces slotted together in her mind. It was definitely her half-hearted ultimatum that had riled him up. He needed to be pushed first in order to push back. Perhaps it was a twin thing. She'd realised back at school that George was the quieter, less-dominant of the two so it didn't seem too farfetched to conclude that he was used to following someone else's lead. He needed to bounce off someone otherwise he'd just get lost in his own thoughts and insecurities.

Alicia grinned triumphantly and wiggled her hips back and forth in a sort of victory dance. She'd cracked it. She'd cracked him. Gwendolyn's words from earlier in the week came back to her suddenly.

He's not an easy man to work out, but he's worth it.

Now all she had to do was come up with a plan of action. Another ultimatum might do the trick. Hopefully she wouldn't have to resort to starting an argument with him just to get him to admit he wanted to be with her. That seemed a little counter-productive.

"Hi there."

Alicia looked up to find George standing in the doorway. "Hi."

"I think you've taken a wrong turn," he said, stepping into the room fully.

"I found the bathroom okay, but then I spotted the shop logo on this door and I was curious."

"Nosy much?"

"Sorry," she said coyly, sliding her hand over the slightly scratchy blanket beneath her. "I suppose I wanted to see where it all began, where the brilliant George Weasley spent his formative years."

"Well the room's definitely changed since Fred and I lived in it. Smells a lot better for a start," George said, giving her a small smile that filled her with much needed confidence.

"You're sitting on Fred's bed, by the way."

"Oh. The blanket – I just assumed…"

"Hmm. Why am I not surprised to find out you already know my favourite colour? Mum must have switched the blankets around at some point but I always slept in the bed closest to the door. Full disclosure though: I'm fairly sure Fred and Angelina have shagged on that bed."

Alicia wrinkled her nose. "Is there anywhere they haven't shagged at this point?"

"Hopefully not on here," George replied as he sat down on his old bed and regarded her with his head tilted contemplatively. "You all right? You seemed to rush away before."

"I had to use the bathroom," she reminded him lightly.

Unfortunately, he'd shown up before Alicia had been able to formulate a plan so she was going to have to wing it. The idea of having to improvise her way through this made her palms sweaty. Except…

All she really had to do was tell him the truth. If he genuinely cared about her then he wouldn't want to hear how torturous the last few days had been for her.

"Ready to go back downstairs then? I'll go a little easier on you since you seem a bit off."

Alicia shook her head. "I don't want to go back downstairs. I'm just gonna head home I think."

"What? Why?"

"I don't want to be here anymore."

George crossed his arms and she spotted a flash of annoyance in his narrowed eyes. "I brought you here on my one day off this week because you asked for my help."

"Well I don't want your help anymore."

"You what?"

Alicia's heart was beating erratically and distractingly, but she pressed on because she couldn't very well stop now that she'd started the ball rolling. "I don't want your pity or your charity either. Or your friendship more to the point."

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me." Alicia slid to the edge of Fred's bed and mirrored his folded arms. "I'm not going to do whatever this is with you anymore. I can't just be friends with you, George. That isn't going to be enough for me. I refuse to wallow away in this weird no-man's-land somewhere between friends and lovers."

"What exactly are you saying? We're done just like that. We never see each other again?" George demanded, his voice taking on a sharp edge that almost had her backing off.

"I can't do this!" Alicia shouted as she hopped to her feet and threw up her arms. "You told me the other day that you wanted all or nothing, but so far you've given me neither of those two options. I can't turn off my feelings, they're too strong, George. I can't be around you if you're only going to hold me at arm's length."

"You agreed to take this slow! You agreed we should just spend time together!" he snapped, pointing an accusatory finger at her. "Why are you changing your mind not even a week later?"

"Because it's too painful! It's reminding me too much of being back at school – and, yeah, I know I brought all that on myself – but that doesn't make it any easier to deal with again."

"But it's not like it was at school. We were barely friends back then. We're spending time alone together today. Isn't that enough for now?"

Alicia shook her head and gave him a sad little smile. "It's nowhere near enough. Listen. You like cake, right? Imagine someone made you the most delicious chocolate cake of all time. Imagine they let you have a tiny slice and it's incredible and you want the whole thing. Now imagine this person sits the cake down in front of you then tells you that you can't have any more of it. So you just sit there in agony because now you've got the taste of it in your mouth and the smell of it in your nostrils but you can't ever take another bite."

George frowned up at her. "Wait. Am I the chocolate cake in this scenario?"

"Yes you're the fucking chocolate cake! Good grief! Is this whole weird mess between us not killing you? Cause I'm barely keeping it together over here."

"I haven't been able to think straight for weeks!" he said, jumping to his feet and coming to stand in front of her. "But we tried the other way. We tried the dating and the kissing and the touching. That didn't exactly end well in case you've forgotten. I'm trying my best here to make this work between us."

Alicia patted him lightly on the chest. "That's just it, Georgie. I don't really think you are."

The shocked look on his face almost shattered her resolve. She side-stepped around him quickly and headed for the door. She grasped the handle with her shaking hand and looked back over her shoulder. "I'm done, okay. I'm not enough of a masochist to keep throwing myself at you when you clearly don't want me."

Alicia turned back around and moved to slip out the door. She wasn't aware of George crossing the room till he reached past her and slammed the door shut before she could exit. She jumped in surprise and spun around to find him right behind her.

"No way are you leaving here thinking I don't want you."

Alicia gasped as he pressed her against the wall and kissed her hungrily. It had worked. For a second she had thought she'd pushed it a little too far, but she'd actually succeeded. George was kissing her so hard that she knew she would end up with swollen lips. He tasted of apples and smelled like grass and broomstick polish. When he slipped his tongue into her mouth she very nearly slid down the wall.

No one was around to interrupt them and neither of them had anywhere else to be, but still there was an urgency that seized both of them. Alicia tugged at the hem of his shirt, intending to pull it over his head.

"No," George muttered against her mouth as he twisted away.

He buried his face in her neck and dragged his lips from below her ear to the curve of her shoulder. He pulled the straps of her vest and bra aside and kissed the newly exposed skin. Alicia's hand went to the waistband of his tracksuit bottoms this time but he was too fast for her. He snatched up her roving hands and pinned them above her head against the wall. He pressed his forehead to hers and when he spoke his voice was so low and so sandpapery that it made her shiver.

"You're really making this a habit," he said, his lips only just out of reach of hers. "Manipulating me into snogging you up against walls, I mean."

"This time there's a bed right there," she pointed out huskily.

"Well spotted."

But he made no move towards it, instead he used one of his large hands to restrain both her wrists together as his other hand trailed down the side of her face and settled on her clothed breast. Alicia bit back a moan and pushed her chest out further. "George, I don't…"

Coherent thought abandoned her as his hand continued its downward journey. He cupped her through her thin yoga leggings. "I honestly didn't mean to make you feel unwanted," he said as he pressed the heel of his hand against her clit, making her rise up onto her toes slightly. "I just didn't know how to go about this."

"I think…it's – oh God. You're doing great right now. Don't stop."

"You realise this isn't going to be drawn out and slow."

"I don't care," she replied breathily as her hips canted forward to grind against his hand. "I just need you."

George gave a guttural sort of groan and released her wrists. His hands went to the hem of her vest and he pulled it over her head in one swift motion and tossed it aside. He placed a few reverent kisses across the swell of her breasts then mouthed his way down her sternum. Now on his knees in front of her, he paused and looked back up for reassurance.

Alicia nodded jerkily and threaded her fingers through his hair. Thankfully that was all the encouragement George needed this time. He hooked his thumbs into the waistband of her leggings and dragged them slowly down her legs, leaving her underwear in place. She lifted her feet one after the other and he peeled the leggings off, along with her socks.

George sat back on his heels for a moment and looked her up and down slowly. She blushed a little, wishing that she hadn't worn such boring, plain black underwear. She'd dressed for a work out though, not a shag. At least George wasn't bothered, judging by the lopsided smile on his face.

"You're perfect," he said. He reached out and danced his fingers up the back of her calves, stopping to tickle her behind her knees. "I bet you taste perfect, too."

Alicia whimpered softly and tugged at his hair. The thought of his mouth on her made her walls clench fruitlessly around nothing. "George…"

"Next time," he said firmly, returning to his full height in front of her. "I promise you."

His warm, rough hands slipped around her bare waist and he pulled her firmly against him. He finally spun her away from the wall and steered her towards the bed. The back of her knees collided with the edge of the mattress and George let go of her abruptly. She let out a slight squeal as she fell clumsily backwards onto the bed.

George grinned down at her. "That was for comparing me to chocolate cake before."

"I thought that was a great analogy," Alicia huffed, swiping her hair out of her face and bracing herself up on her elbows.

"But once you've had your chocolate cake, what then?" he asked, kicking off his trainers then stooping to pull off his socks, his eyes never leaving hers. "You saying you only want to get your fill this once then you'll move on to something else?"

Alicia shook her head. She watched his movements intently as he reached behind his neck and dragged his shirt over his head in that inexplicably sexy manoeuvre that men can manage because they don't have boobs in the way.

"What about a nice treacle tart for you next? Or apple crumble maybe?" George asked, a smile playing on his lips.

Alicia didn't register his words fully. Her eyes were busy raking over his chest now that she could finally get an unobstructed view. Complete perfection, as she'd suspected. Her gaze flickered briefly to that wretched scar before settling on the trail of auburn coloured hair below his navel.

George was still talking, saying something or other about pudding. She didn't care. He dropped his tracksuit bottoms in one brusque movement then kicked them aside. His boxer briefs were bright red and did nothing to hide the outline of his erection. It made no sense, but this was somehow sexier than if he had just been standing there completely naked.

He stood with his hands on his hips, looking down at her expectantly. "Well? Are you going to answer my question?"

"What?" Alicia asked dully. "I honestly lost track of this conversation a while ago. What were you saying?"

George shook his head and tutted. "And men are the ones always being accused of having a one-track mind?"

Alicia shrugged and smiled, completely unashamed, because really, what was the point of pretending anymore. She extended her hand towards him, wordlessly beckoning him to join her on the bed. The mattress dipped and creaked slightly as George crawled over and hovered above her. He waited, his eyes seeking permission and reassurance again.

By way of answer, Alicia arched her back and reached around to undo her bra. She pulled it slowly down her arms then threw it over the side of the bed. George's eyes glazed over slightly as he took in the sight of her exposed breasts. Alicia stifled a giggle. The masculine fascination with breasts had always baffled her.

She broke his dumbfounded stare by looping her arms around his neck and pulling him down for a long, heated kiss. He settled his weight on top of her and Alicia felt the familiar satisfaction roll over her. Sure, she liked being on top occasionally, but she'd always loved feeling a man's body covering her own. George was all hard muscle and velvety skin and she revelled in pushing her fingertips into the ridges of his back.

His tongue plundered her mouth and her body hummed, arching up against him. She was just about at her wit's end when he reached down between them and grabbed hold of her knickers. She obligingly lifted her hips and he slid them down her thighs, leaving her to use her feet to pull them the rest of the way off. She immediately reciprocated by seizing the waistband of his boxer briefs and shoving them down in a fit of sudden fervour.

When George settled back on top of her he grabbed at her hips. "Slide back a little," he coaxed. "You'll be more comfortable."

Alicia shimmied backwards till she felt a pillow under her neck. She smiled and lay back, exulting in the feeling of now being completely naked beneath him. "Well, it only took nine and a half years to get here but we're finally getting our second chance."

"Finally," George echoed.

Alicia could feel his erection pressed hard and heavy against her thigh and she tried to open her legs so she could feel him against her wet and aching centre instead. But he wouldn't budge.

"Are you feeling all right?" he asked. "Is this blanket too itchy under you? I can get rid of it if it's bothering you."

Alicia blinked up him. "What? No. The blanket's fine."

"I'm not crushing you at all?"

"Of course not." Alicia swallowed the expletive that was on the tip of her tongue. "Please, George. Don't lose your nerve now. I need you, remember."

"I know. I'm fine."

Except he wasn't fine. His hands ought to be all over her body right now, instead they were still, braced on either side of her. She knew it was her fault; she shouldn't have made the comment about second chances. He was probably thinking about the Yule Ball fiasco right now. Well, she knew of one sure-fire way to get him to stop thinking.

Alicia slid her hand down between them and seized his length in her fist. She gave him one long, steady stroke and watched intently as his eyes fluttered closed and his jaw clenched. "It's just you and me, right here, right now. Nothing else matters," she said softly.

She stroked him a few more times, till his eyes opened and he covered her hand with his. "You better stop that now."

"All right, but if you aren't inside me in the next thirty seconds I might spontaneously combust."

Laughter bubbled out of George's throat and his intense expression cleared. He finally shifted and she was able to open her legs and tilt her hips. His fingers trailed down her thighs then he dipped one inside her wetness quickly. She arched her back and hissed. George beamed down at her, his grin large and boyish and slightly proud. "Seems like you really want me too, huh."

"Only since forever," Alicia said. "Please, George."

He nodded obligingly and withdrew his finger. She looked down between their bodies and watched as he lined himself up. The head of his cock pressed into her and he cupped her chin in his hand and tilted her face up. Blue eyes locked with brown then he slid inside her with one smooth, insistent thrust.

The sensation of being filled made her lose all awareness of the world around her. It was just her and George there for one perfect instant. From the look on his face, he was feeling similarly. She felt him pulse inside her and he groaned and buried his face in her neck.

"George?"

"Just …just hold still for one second."

Alicia didn't move, she didn't even breathe. George panted raggedly into her hair for a few seconds then lifted his head once he had control again.

"Umbridge naked?" she guessed, stroking his cheek with the back of her hand.

He gave her a crooked little smile and nodded. "Almost didn't work this time, though. I don't think I'm going to be able to last for very long."

"I don't care if it's thirty seconds or thirty minutes. Please just start moving now."

George kissed her gently and began to move his hips, thrusting forward slowly but firmly. Alicia moaned into his mouth appreciatively. Once George found his rhythm she lost track of time. She didn't know how many minutes passed; she didn't care. She was lost in the sensation of George filling her and peppering kisses all over her neck and chest.

An electricity was crackling beneath her skin now as she felt her orgasm building. She clung to his biceps, nails digging in to the hard muscle. George sped up and his thrusts became sharper. He gazed down at her with such intensity that she screwed her eyes shut, unable to look at him as she started to sigh and gasp frantically. George suddenly seized hold of her hips and lifted her slightly.

He grabbed hold of her knee next and unwrapped her leg from behind his back. He stretched her leg out to the side and he was able to bury himself even deeper inside of her. Alicia's underused muscles protested but she was at least glad she hadn't lost her flexibility.

When she opened her eyes, George was still staring fixedly at her, a look of unmistakable determination on his face. He shifted her hips again and changed the angle of his thrusts.

"What are you doing?" Alicia asked breathlessly.

"Here, put this under you." George pulled the pillow out from beneath her head and shoved it under her bottom.

Alicia was beyond frustrated when he withdrew almost completely from her. But then he pressed into her again and hit a spot inside her that made her see stars.

"Fuck," she gasped, grabbing a handful of his hair.

"Knew I'd get it eventually," he said triumphantly. He found his pace again, relentless and faultless, hitting the right spot inside of her over and over till she was a whimpering mess beneath him. "I need to see you come. I never got to last time. Please. I want to see you fall apart because of me."

"Oh God, George."

When his hand slid between them and rubbed desperately at her clit she well and truly did fall apart. Her climax, a slow build up till then, suddenly hit her full force. Every muscle in her body seized and she tried to curl in on herself. George held her down though, his thrusts becoming slow and shallow. He told her she was beautiful and perfect as he expertly drew out the long, pulsing tendrils of her orgasm.

Alicia swore and shut her eyes as she clenched needily around his cock. One hand was clutching at his shoulder and the other was still fisted in his hair. She wondered vaguely if she was hurting him, but he didn't protest so she didn't relax her grip.

After what felt like forever, her body relaxed and she came down on the other side of her orgasm, limp and quivering. She lazily pulled him down and clutched his head to her chest as her breathing gradually evened out.

"You all right?" he asked eventually.

"I feel like I could conjure a corporeal Patronus right now," she answered.

George chuckled and lifted his head to look at her. "That was the best thing I've ever seen."

"Did you…"

He shook his head. "Not yet. You almost got me but I became so focussed on watching you that I forgot all about myself for a moment."

She could feel now that he was indeed still hard where he was nestled inside of her. She reached down and gave his bum an encouraging squeeze. "Then you best get to it because I don't want to enjoy the afterglow all alone."

"Should I do a quick contraceptive charm?"

"To be on the safe side I take my potion and the Muggle version these days," Alicia said. She blushed slightly and added, "But given my track record I don't mind if you'd be more comfortable doing one anyway."

"No. I trust you."

A small sentiment, but it meant the world to her at that moment. She grabbed his face and kissed him fiercely. He pulled the pillow out from beneath her hips and tossed it across the room carelessly. He began to move again, slowly at first. Alicia wrapped her arms around his shoulders and opened her mouth to him. His tongue matched thrusts with his cock for a moment and her still-sensitive body quaked a little in response.

George pulled his mouth away and dropped his face to her neck, where he dragged the tip of his tongue over her pulse point. He briefly caught her earlobe between his teeth then groaned her name.

"It's all right, George. You can let go now."

His pace became frantic at her words. His heretofore perfect rhythm faltered and stuttered. Alicia felt the tension in his neck and shoulders increase and she held on tightly, whispering encouraging words in his ear in low, honeyed tones.

"Oh. Fuck."

George gave one last thrust then froze. Alicia wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him in as deeply as she could as she felt him throbbing inside of her. The sweet release after weeks of tension and years of uncertainty was inexplicable. She almost sobbed with relief as George mumbled her name over and over again.

She could feel his arms trembling slightly with the effort of holding himself above her so she pressed her hands to his back. He took the hint and lowered himself on top of her gently. She welcomed the weight of him and sighed contentedly. She held him tightly and stroked his sweaty hair for a while.

Eventually she had to kiss his shoulder and lamentably say, "You're getting a little heavy now."

"Sorry."

George rolled off her and flopped onto his back, almost falling off the narrow bed. Alicia stared up at the ceiling feeling suddenly empty and cold. Her moment of bliss was suddenly replaced with the unfounded fear that this had been a one-time thing. Maybe he only needed this one encounter to get her out of his system so he could move on with his life.

"Come here," George said, lifting his arm and beckoning her over with his head.

Alicia gratefully rolled onto her side and rested her head in the crook of his shoulder. She threw one of her legs across his stomach and snuggled into his side. They lay there quiet and naked and sated for a while. Alicia idly watched dust particles dancing in the beam of sunlight coming in through the window and listened to George's staccato heartbeat gradually return to normal.

"What does this mean?" she finally asked, her voice croaky and uncertain as it broke the silence.

George's finger stilled where he had been tracing patterns over the thigh currently resting on his abdomen. "What do you want it to mean?"

"You can't answer a question with another question. I asked you first."

"I'm all yours – if you'll have me."

Alicia lifted her head and stared down at him. "For real this time? No doubt or uncertainty? No overthinking and holding back from me?"

"Never again," he vowed. "I'm throwing myself into this one hundred percent."

"Good." She lightly tapped her finger against his forehead. "I'm slowly working you out, George Weasley, but you need to start meeting me halfway."

"I'll do anything to make this work."

"I will, too," she replied. "I can't give you all my time because I have Jake, but whenever I'm not with him I want to be with you. It might be a little tricky at first."

"We'll be fine." George gave her a light kiss then pulled her head back down to his chest. "There's no way I'm giving up the opportunity to shag you over and over again."

Alicia shivered pleasantly at the thought of that. "I think we should consider that our first time and forget that other business ever happened."

"Agreed."

"Can we stay here like this all day?"

"We probably shouldn't. Knowing my luck one of my brothers with show up to de-gnome the garden or something and spot your pink shoes at the door."

"We can go back to my place," she suggested, slowly moving her leg a little lower as the warmth radiating from George's scar became disconcerting.

"We're supposed to be training," he reminded her lightly.

"That seemed like pretty good cardio training to me." She turned her head and pressed a kiss to the centre of his chest causing him to hum and twist her ponytail around his fingers. "I think I could even get myself into a few good yoga positions next time."

George's other hand gripped her thigh in response to that and he exhaled slowly. "Unfortunately sex isn't on the list of pre-approved training exercises Oliver sent me."

"He sent you a list?"

"Yep. Along with strict instructions not to let you distract me with your so-called 'feminine charms'."

"Oh. Whoops." Alicia smiled as she felt a laugh rumble through George's chest. He tugged at her hair insistently and she lifted her head. The look in his eye and the smile on his lips made her stomach clench.

"Luckily for you, I've never listened to a word Oliver says and I don't plan on starting now."


A/N: So what did you think? Do you want to see more or less of that in future chapters? I promise to do my best to accommodate everyone, but you need to review and let me know!