Author's Note
Happy Easter everyone!
Love,
Wishin' Girl x x x
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"So, I bought a new swimsuit when I went shopping with Mum last weekend" Hermione's voice travelled around the tree she was getting changed behind on the deserted island "but I'm feeling less confident in it now than when I tried it on in the shop…"
Fred was lazing on the fine white sand of the beach, gazing out across the turquoise waters of the reef before him. His skin was coated in anti sunburn potion and he was excited to get into the water. After a large breakfast at the Grangers' boxed up home, the pair had spent the morning playing around on the beach in baggy t-shirts and shorts before deciding that the afternoon sun was perfect for a dip in the crystal clear ocean.
"I'm sure you'll look beautiful even if it's a sack" he called teasingly back.
Fred was wearing a multi coloured pair of board shorts and enjoying the feel of the warm sun on his bare chest when he heard her gentle cough from behind him.
Sitting up and turning around he watched her step out of the shadows. It wasn't often that a Weasley twin was rendered speechless but this was certainly one of those rare times. Stood before him in a minuscule bikini with ribbons tied on each hip to hold up her bottoms and scraps of bright blue and white striped material only mostly covering each of her rounded breasts, was the woman he had fallen so helplessly, completely and irrevocably in love with.
"I knew I looked stupid" she whispered bitterly with tears welling up in her eyes as she misunderstood his reaction.
Fred just shook his head wildly as he jumped up off the sand and walked slowly towards her like a lion stalking its prey, his dark lust filled eyes devouring her with every step. He stopped half a pace in front of the stunning woman and gulped heavily, bringing his fingers up to tentatively graze the delicate skin of her lower ribs and hip.
"Not stupid" he muttered, unable to look away from such a delectable sight "very, very not stupid. Very, very, very sexy."
He gulped again dryly and dragged his dilated eyes from the tiny striped bikini to her large chocolate eyes.
Hermione searched for any sign of deceit but when all she found was desire and adoration she eagerly closed the gap between their bodies and snogged him senseless. Their tongues twisted together in unison, her hands playing in the short hairs at the nape of his neck while his stroked up and down her spine. Within minutes she could feel the strip of fabric between her thighs becoming damp and evidence of his arousal pressed pointedly against her pelvis. Her hands drifted towards this evidence of his attraction to her but just as she neared the well defined V shape of muscles in his abdomen Fred pulled away sharply.
"Swim" Fred announced suddenly breaking the kiss and panting breathlessly, a pained expression taking over his face.
Hermione simply nodded, Fred had already expressed his very clear desire to not push her into anything she wasn't ready for and, as a back up to this declaration, had been sleeping on the floor since they had found her parents. He had said that he hadn't wanted to 'mess things up' by 'moving too quickly' or 'pressuring her into anything sexual' but Hermione knew that she was now ready and eager for things to progress. She loved him and while she was great with words when writing essays she found it much easier to illustrate her love with actions and deeds.
Grabbing his hand in hers Hermione sprinted towards the ocean with a stumbling Fred followed along behind her, trying to subtly readjust himself as they ran. As soon as they reached the shallow water she kicked up a spray of cool, salty sea water to splash him.
"The cheek of some people!" Exclaimed Fred with a boyish grin as he retaliated with a splash of his own.
Hermione tried to run from the prankster as they continued their friendly water fight but he grabbed her by the waist and lifted her kicking feet from the sandy ocean floor. Fred ran into the deep water and threw Hermione in, eliciting a gargled squeal from her before her dripping wet curly head resurfaced. Terror flitted through the usually fearless twin's chest as her face lit with a mischievous grin. He had seen that look several times before and it simultaneously enthralled, aroused and terrified him to his very core.
Leaping out of the water at him, she wrapped all four of her limbs around his torso and pulled him down into the waist high water with her. Sputtering he resurfaced to see her splashing toes propelling her into deeper water. He swam after her and caught her ankle just as she was out of her depth, his shoulders dipped in and out of the water as the small ripples of the calm waves lapped over them.
Her long legs once again wrapped around his freckled torso and she held herself up by gripping his muscular, beater's shoulders. Her breasts were pressing firmly against his chest and their foreheads came to rest together, deep breaths washing over them and calming the couple from their laughter.
Bright blue eyes penetrated her and she felt like there was no one else in the world who mattered. Their kiss was bruising and greedy, he felt like fireworks had been set off inside his belly as her teeth nipped at his swollen lip enticingly. A guttural growl rumbled from his chest and his hands clenched tighter around her perky bum. Tongue flat against her throat he marvelled in the sounds he was extracting from the woman, his cock twitched at every mewl, whimper and pant that escaped her plump lips.
She wanted this to go further and knew she had to initiate things the first time they took each step. One small hand left his shoulders and reached behind her back, pulling loose the ties holding her halter neck bikini top together. The ribbons fell from around her neck and she leant backwards, her legs still locked around his waist, to pull the flimsy scrap of material from between their bodies before reaching down to tuck it into the pocket of his swimming trunks.
Fred felt like his heart was about to beat out of his chest as he watched her strip off her top. She was the most gorgeous woman he had ever seen, the pale pink of her areolas darkened to a dusky tone at the pebbled buds of her nipples and her soft breasts were full and freckled. It took all the concentration he could gather to not come immediately at the eye full she was giving him.
With a groan he lifted her higher around his waist and enveloped a nipple inside his warm wet mouth, he swirled his tongue around the sensitive nub evoking moans of pleasure from his love. Heat pooled in her belly and she felt like a coil was being wound there tighter and tighter. She was desperate for friction so began to instinctively rock her pelvis against his defined muscles, he dropped her back down to the waistline of his trunks where she found a much better source of friction. One hand stayed on her quivering behind while the other reached between them to fondle her breasts and tweak her nipples. Their mouths collided in another searing kiss.
Hermione increased the pace of her rocking and preened at the feel of his long, firm member. She rubbed her engorged clit up and down his erection, with only two layers of fabric separating them, as she neared her release. He pinched her nipple and squeezed her bum closer to him causing her to topple over the edge.
A delicious scream tore from her heaving lungs as the tension in her belly snapped and she squirted in release at the height of her orgasm. His own hold on control was lost at the sight of her blown pupils rolling back and her thighs clamping around him like a vice. He came explosively inside his own swimsuit with her name tumbling from his well kissed lips.
…
The couple spent the rest of the afternoon topless in the sea and on the empty white sand beach, pointing out colourful fish in the reef and strange shaped clouds in the sky. When the air began to cool in the evening's fading sun, reluctantly the pair got dressed and headed back to her parents' house to pick them up and apparate to the wizarding hotel in Sydney. Mr and Mrs Granger were enamoured by the view from their hotel room and retired early after dinner leaving the young love birds to return to their own room, the same one as on their first night here, and balcony with the last bottle of sparkling Australian wine of the trip.
"Stay with me tonight" Hermione requested, she stood beside him on the moonlit balcony, both dressed in their usual pajamas.
"On one condition" agreed Fred "we talk about us first."
A swirl of self doubt and dread encircled her heart at those words, of course he wouldn't want to keep this up with her when they were back home. He had women fawning over him wherever he went due to his charming smirk and perfect body. A highly intelligent, creative business owner who makes thousands of galleons of turnover too, he could have any girl in the world so why would he ever choose her.
A large rough hand picked up her small soft one and he dropped to one knee before her.
"I love you with every part of my heart, mind, body and soul. I have loved you for every second since I saw you walk up the steps to sit on a stool and wear an old, talking hat. I have spent years loving you from afar and acting out to gain your attention. I love you Hermione." His voice wavered and her eyes filled with tears and some apprehension, the position he was in reminded her of muggle proposals "If you will have me I would be honoured to call you my girlfriend and I will spend the rest of my life loving you the way you deserve."
She nodded and knocked him to the ground with a fierce hug.
"I love you too, boyfriend" she tried out the new title and lit up at his smiling reaction "but just so you are aware, holding a woman's hand and getting down on one knee is something muggle men do when they propose and I am no where near ready for that yet!"
With an orchestra of happy chuckles the newly committed boyfriend and girlfriend kissed on the balcony until midnight had long passed.
At somepoint during their kissing Hermione had deemed their pajamas to be 'unfair' and stripped off her top, deciding she would sleep topless that night to match him. Fred, therefore, barely slept that night since he didn't want to miss even a moment of his girlfriend's nakedness, instead laying spooning her and trying to hide his recurring erection while he dozed lightly.
His gentle dosing was disturbed around day break and he awoke to her mumbling in her sleep, she hadn't actually had a nightmare in months but he thought she'd had one only a couple of weeks ago. He held her tightly against him as she squirmed and his name escaped her lips, but she didn't sound scared. It was more like a moan than a cry for help.
His erection came back to life when she ground her hips back into him and he had to bite his lip to prevent himself crying out and waking her. Her back arched as her breathing rate rapidly increased, her breasts pushed forwards and her bum cheeks rubbed either side of his throbbing pajama clan penis. Riding up due to her grinding motions, her booty shorts drew tight against her clit and she bucked eagerly in her sleep at the well placed friction.
Staying resolutely still Fred admired the writhing witch coming undone in his arms. He was enjoying it far too much to move but refused to do anything to take advantage of his incredibly sexy girlfriend. He grinned broadly as he remembered that this wonderful woman writhing beside him was his girlfriend just as she came with a scream of his name, never waking from her blissful slumber.
"Did you have any nice dreams" he asked her after their good morning kiss several hours later, her vivid blush told him she remembered it "because I woke to you screaming my name, in a good way not in a nightmare way."
"I'm so so sorry" her voice was muffled by the duvet she had buried her face in "I have no control over my dreams."
"Well right now we have an airy-plane to catch but maybe someday you can tell me all about that particular dream in vivid detail and I can recreate it for you" he smirked at her blush and chortled kindly before jumping up to shower and prepare for the long day ahead.
