CHAPTER TWELVE
There was a swirl of light and magic swimming around a happily newly married couple as they were transported into a beautiful escape. George and Mackenzie now stood in a room filled with sunlight and the same picturesque flowers used through the ceremony of their wedding day. Rather than banners and cheering conversation to congratulate the couple on their future together, there were now baskets of fruits, wines, and other products from around both muggle and wizarding communities. The personal touches to all that surrounded them were quite clear.
The two had been transported into what appeared to be the sitting room of the suite they would spend the next week hiding away together.
"This is amazing George." Mackenzie let go of her husband. She walked around the room and through doors around the suite. "You're parents have truly exceeded and expectations."
George swept over to his wife again, pulling her back to his as the stood still together. He leaned his head down to hers.
"I think they just really love the fact that I'm married to you, rather than simply being married just to be married." George told her. "And I know that I truly enjoy every part of being married to you." He ran his mouth from her ear, down her neck, turning her to face him, keeping his mouth to her skin, gliding across her collarbone, over the opposite side of her neck, and to her other ear.
Drowning in the reality of being married to George, Mackenzie was all but lost when she recognized the low growl her husband unknowingly used to gain anything he pleased from his wife. She was more than quite surprised when he pulled away from her, letting his hand drop from her body. She looked at him with confusion in her eyes, waiting for him to explain himself.
"Do you trust me Ken?" He whispered.
Mackenzie laughed. "That is a silly question."
"Of course you do." He answered for her.
She nodded and alowed him to further back away, going about whatever plan had come to mind. He took her hand in his, leading her over to a table full of items the family had left for them to explore.
George reached out and pulled a box labeled 'Marital adventure' to their view. He cautiously placed a hand into the large box and eventually pulled out a black blindfold.
"I have an idea." He grinned at his wife, moving to place the article around her eyes.
"Best and certainly the most creative idea you've come up with yet Mr. Weasley." Mackenzie wickedly grinned back at her husband.
"You can thank Fred for this one."
"I certainly will do just that."
As he finished tying the fabric around her eyes, he led her to a nearby couch, carefully lying her down flat. His fingertips ran from her neck, down the center of her chest, to her stomach, sliding his hand down her arms to feel her skin on his.
"You are the most beautiful woman I know."
Before she had an opportunity to respond, there was something soft placed to her mouth, running slowly across her lips. The taste of it was sweet. It was candy. Chocolate to be more exact.
"That's good. What is it?"
"Euphoria and lust filled chocolates. Fred's personal recipe and idea. He's prepared an entire batch and the only bunch in existence for us."
"I don't need any more lust in me when it comes to you George. That could be dangerous." Mackenzie stated, finding his waist with her hands. She pulled him hard against her so that that was not an inch of space between them.
Immediately George's mouth found hers as he flung the blindfold from her eyes, and across the room somewhere.
"Too much time." He said between kisses, still tasting the sweet taste of candy on her.
"Need you now." Mackenzie finished for him. "Less clothing. Now." Her hands went straight to his belt, moving rapidly to undo the only thing thwarting her access to her husband. Finally finished fighting with the obstruction, she pulled forcefully on his trousers as he kicked off his shoes, unzipping the side of her dress, enthusiastically moving it off of her body and over her head. And then again, he stopped kissing her, leaving her unsatisfied and lying on a couch half dressed. This time she was not confused but frustrated. When she attempted to pull him back to her, he jumped up and crossed the room, leaving the room altogether.
Mackenzie sat up and did her best to stay calm. He was stalling and she didn't know why, nor did she like it. Within minutes George had returned to the room where his wife now sat with her arms crossed against her chest, the expression on her face not too pleasing.
"Don't look at me like that sweetheart." He said. "It hurts me to see you looking at me with anything but love." He held his hand out to her. "Come with me."
Mackenzie reluctantly held her hand out, grabbing his as she was instantly pulled up to a standing position. She was quickly led out of the sitting room, through a large further decorated room, with an attached kitchen, and to a closed door. George placed a hand to the door, kissed his wife passionately, and pushed open the door.
As soon as she entered the room, Mackenzie stopped. "Oh my God." She voiced in little more than a whisper. "George, what have you done? This is incredible." She looked around the bedroom, full of soft candles, dimmed lighting, more of the sweet smelling flowers, all surrounding the bed they would share for the next week. Her eyes scanned the room, amazed by the entire thing. On the table beside the bed was a bottle of champagne.
"I hoped you might like it." George said to her.
She turned to him. "You didn't have to."
"I know. I wanted to."
"It's beautiful." Was the only other thing she could say, leaning up to passionately kiss him once again. A kiss that told both that this would be a journey neither would soon if ever forget.
Keeping his mouth to hers, George backed his wife over to the bed, shifting her up onto it. Neither were willing to break their kiss as Mackenzie pulled his shirt over his head, tossing it off to the side. Her hands touched to his chest and arms, making tiny circles across his muscles. It was Mackenzie's now expert opinion that George had the most perfectly chiseled chest, arms, and neck. She still didn't know much if anything about Quidditch, but apparently the game did remarkable things to the body, and that Mackenzie could surely appreciate.
Her hands continued across his body as he no longer fumbled to remove her bra, but found it easy to discard, taking his time to remind himself again of each part of his wife's body, leaving no part of her untouched by him. His mouth no longer positioned on hers, made its way slowly down her body. She hummed at the way he affectionately moved over each breast, sending chills down her spine as his toungue slid down to her stomach.
"You're in for much trouble if you continue to tease me George Weasley." Mackenzie warned her husband.
"I can deal with trouble my dear." George mumbled onto her skin, sliding his mouth back up her body, coming into contact again with her waiting mouth.
"Trouble is what you will get then." She said before their mouths hit.
Slowly the two remind each other of what they crazed in every second of every day from each other. They enjoyed, explored, and travelled through passages of sexual intrigue together. Neither wanted anything more than to make love to the other and have contact with each other's body.
"George, I need you right now. Do not make me wait any longer."
"You're very demanding today Ms. Weasley. It isn't very…"
"Now Mr. Weasley!" She hissed as he captured her body against his, feeling him push against her. Repositioning themselves, George immediately did as his wife requested, unable to hold out from the pleasure he felt from her much longer. He felt her slide herself over and onto him, shifting her hips upward. Neither said anything at first. Their eyes closed, and there was no way to vocalize the intense satisfaction as their bodies connected in blissful frenzied euphoria.
"Kenny…faster…please." He said, his hands grasping at her hips as she began to quicken her pace. "I love you."
"I love you George. You feel so amazing." Her hands pushed onto his chest as she moved faster in synchronized rhythm with her husband. The two were wrapped up in a bubbble of joy as they continued on, unable to scream out but feeling the sheer intensity of each movement run through them like electricity.
"George… I can't…"
"Ken… I'm gonna…" George thrust himself twice more into his wife before the two were finally able to let out the screams of pleasure stuck in them.
A few minutes of quick breathing and wave after wave of ecstasy, the two were able to quietly lay in each others arms. The couple soon fell asleep in the same position, unable to move. Hours passed by before Mackenzie woke, gently removing herself from George's arms, allowing him to go on sleeping.
She was standing outside on a small terrace when he woke and went searching for her. She was staring out at a large lake that surrounded their getaway residence. George crossed the large room into the kitchen, and grabbed two bottles of water, before crossing to a set of french doors that opened out to outdoors that held his wife so tight.
"Good afternoon my beautiful wife." George whispered into her ear, handing her an opened bottle of water.
"Helo again my love." Mackenzie turned only her head to kiss him, her eyes then moving back to stare aimlessly out at the blue water.
George only assumed something that something was now bothering his wife. Something that certainly had not started to bother her until after they'd consumated their marriage over and over again.
"What's the matter love?" He questioned her. He picked up a single daisy off to their right and waved it in front of her, letting her take it. "How can anything upset you so quickly on our honeymoon? Is it something I've done or said?"
Mackenzie immediately shook her head. "Of course not." Was all she said, causing George to further coax her into revealing her change in demeanor.
"Please tell me what it bothering you Kenny." His arms wrapped around her mid-section, tickling her, and gaining a smile. "It kills me to see you looking so distraught when I don't know why."
Mackenzie sighed, leaning back into George's chest. "I was only thinking that we may be causing more damage than good in the end. Sometime soon down the line here, we will have to confess that our relationship is deeper and closer than anyone realizes. And there are those who will be monumentally hurt in the process."
"Are you talking about Malfoy? Is that what you're feeling so down about?"
"Partly." She nodded.
George looked bothered and distressed by her admission.
"Don't get me wrong." Mackenzie back-pedaled. "I wouldn't have let anything stop me from marrying you. This is where I want to be. With you."
His expression then looked up.
"But I can't help feeling like I'll be the one at fault if anything we plan goes off course or spirals miserably out of control."
George turned his wife around to face him. "Kenny, we've made these choices together. That is what married couples do. So if anything does go wrong, we will both sit on the side of blame. We're in this together. Forever. I am by your side no matter what comes at us." He hugged her
She felt slightly better knowing that bit of information, but still the "guilt" did not let up completely.
"George?" She mumbled, backing away from him only a bit. "Can't you see the similarities? Our situation, me and Malfoy, you and Angelina? It's all related"
"It most certainly is not." He matter-of-factly told her, looking out at the water now, instead of her.
"How can you not see it?"
"Ken," he began, "I understand how you can draw a parallel to all of these "relationships", but it's very different. You are not Angelina Johnson."
"I'm about to do the same thing to Draco Malfoy that Angelina did to you. The similarities are far too clear."
"I didn't force Angelina to walk down the aisle with me." George told her. "And despite our circumstances, I don't believe I forced you either."
"I'm not accusing you of doing either sweetheart, but I suppose that as much as I adore being married to you, I'm dreading having to hurt Draco."
"Even after he has repeatedly made a point to hurt us."
"Yes."
George growled. "I'm trying to understand your reason and logic behind this Ken." He sighed. "But I don't get it. I'll stand beside you and help you in any way I can, but I don't understand it."
"Frankly, neither do I. He is the one person who deserves the least of my compassion, and yet I feel compelled to give it."
"You're better at this compassion thing than I'll ever be darling." He kissed her forehead.
"I wouldn't want to hurt anyone in his situation. Granted, he put himself where he is, but George dear, reverse the positions that you and I are in. Put yourself in where I am. Do you see?"
Again George growled. "Yes." He mumbled. "I suppose so. And as I said, we'll get through this together and I'll be by your side always."
The two kissed again, and Mackenzie giggled as George once more tickled her.
"Let's forget about Malfoy now, and get on with our honeymoon." He offered to her.
"Absolutely." She laughed, wrapping her arms around his neck as he swept her back indoors where they spent the remainder of their week together.