Things are Getting Better

George ran a hand down Mary's back and let it ghost over the swell of her bottom before gripping it firmly and pulling her hard against his straining erection. She gasped into their kiss and he let his tongue glide over hers as she tangled her fingers in his hair. He continued to caress her bum until she began to grind her pelvis against his and he was forced to grip her hips to slow her down so he wouldn't come early. He'd only ever been in a similar situation a handful of times with Katie Bell and didn't relish the idea of Mary seeing him as not in control of his body.

The beater flipped his girlfriend over onto her back and kissed his way from her mouth to her throat and then down to her collar bone. He sucked hard on her soft flesh, hoping to leave a bruise there for everyone to see before returning to her lips to kiss her gently. "Are you positive you're ready for this?" he asked her, sitting back on his haunches between her thighs.

"Yes, George. I'm ready," she replied, scanning his face. His eyes lit up with happiness at her words and she smiled right along with him as he started working on unfastening her jeans. Disrobing was a bit awkward at first, but after several deep breaths and lots of wriggling around, they were both totally exposed and George got the first look at Mary in all of her glory.

He licked his lips subconsciously as his eyes traced the curves of her body. The swells of her breasts, topped with dusky pink nipples made him harder than he had ever been and as he continued his downward ocular feast, his body tightened even further. Her flat belly was almost luminescent in the moonlight at the curve of her hips enticed him. He assumed that it was a built in sense in Weasley men to find women of good childbearing build attractive, and he couldn't help but bite his lip as he let his gaze slide down to the light triangle of hair at the apex of her thighs. Her shapely legs slid down onto the mattress as he regarded her and he realized that she was blushing a bit.

"You're beautiful," he said earnestly as he caressed the velvet skin of her calves.

"You're not half bad yourself," she replied. Years of quidditch training had done well to tone his body, giving him lean muscle that she greatly appreciated and as she scanned his pale frame, she lingered for a moment on the red thatch between George's legs. Light freckles covered most of his body from exposure to the sun, but he was very pale from his hips to mid thigh and that made his member stand out even more in contrast to the red hair. He was long and thick and she imagined that it wouldn't be pleasant the first time he entered her body, but god was he beautiful. She returned her gaze to his face to see him smirking down at her.

"See something you like?" he queried playfully.

"Perhaps." He kissed her again and their bare skin made full contact for the first time. His hard body pressed against her much softer one and they both moaned into the kiss they were sharing. Mary could feel him against her thigh and a chill shot through her body when she realized that before the night's end, she would feel him even more intimately. She let herself get lost in the feeling of George all around her, however, and her nerves were stifled by the pleasure she felt around him.

He kissed her soundly as his hands slid over her frame. She seemed to fit perfectly under him and that thought pleased him almost as much at the fact that she was beneath him. He let his hands slide between them to caress her soft mounds and her nipples hardened to his touch. He teased the peaks between his thumb and forefinger as their kiss became more heated and Mary arched her back into his touch, giving him even better access to her. He broke their kiss again to lick her from just below her ear to the valley between her breasts.

As George took one of her nipples into his mouth, Mary lost her breath for a moment. The feeling of his mouth on her was overwhelming and she was at a loss when he finally moved away. He laved the same attention on the other nipple and she breathed heavily writhing beneath him and pushing her hips subconsciously against his own. Her thighs parted automatically wider as he gripped one of her hips and as his member connected with the most intimate part of her she let out a low moan that made him lose his head.

George pushed forward into her in a swift movement, then froze as he realized what he had just done. She was hot and wet, throbbing around him and he looked into her eyes to see tears threatening to spill over her lashes. "I'm so sorry," he whispered, devastated to have caused her the pain that was plainly etched on her face.

"Don't be…I'm ok," she told him. He couldn't relax though for several moments until he felt her relax some under him. "I'm ok now, George."

He still couldn't move within her, however, as he replayed his actions in his mind then relived seeing the pain in her eyes. It wasn't until she thrust her hips up against his that he was shaken out of his freeze frame and looked down at her. The need in her eyes melted away most of his guilt and he tentatively pulled back a bit and thrust into her again. George watched her face in fascination as she closed her eyes and bit her lip at his movement. After a moment he picked up his pace just to see her eyes fly open and her mouth form a perfect 'o.'

George kissed her and she wrapped her legs around his waist firmly as she stroked his back and he pushed into her quicker and deeper. As she made delicious little noises, he found himself nearing the edge of composure. He began to thrust wantonly and she dug her fingernails into his shoulders as he brushed the place inside her that made her whole body shudder. He moved harder and faster, brushing against that place again and again until she cried out sharply and clamped down around him. The feeling of her orgasm wrenched his own from him and he grunted into her shoulder as the tidal wave of feeling washed over his entire body.

They lay connected for several minutes until the feelings started to subside and were replaced by a thoroughly sated one. He removed himself from her and lay beside her before wrapping her in his arms. They were asleep moments later, both satisfied beyond belief and that's the way Fred found them the next morning.

George's twin threw back the curtains surrounding his bed to reveal a sheet clad Mary and a starkers George. "What the blood hell are you doing?" George asked, shielding his eyes from the light as Fred laughed heartily.

"Nothing nearly as fun as you," he retorted and George protectively curled Mary into his body to keep his twin's prying eyes off of her.

"Do you mind closing the curtain?" George asked.

"I would, but you didn't bother putting up a silencing charm, so I think it's only fair," Fred told him, causing Mary to blush. Fred rolled his eyes and flopped down on the bed behind George, then closed the curtain.

"We don't share everything, Freddie…you're my brother and best mate but if you don't get out I'll have to hex you."

"I'd take that threat more seriously if you were armed," Fred told him. "I just thought I'd warn you two lovebirds that Granger's on the war path…saw the two of you leaving for here last night, but couldn't get to you in time to stop you."

"Can she do something about it?" Mary asked, frowning slightly.

"Nah…but she'll give George here hell."

"Let her snark…it was worth it…"

Fred stood quickly. "Time for me to go…see you at breakfast in twenty minutes," he said. "And you'd both better be there!"

Fred left and the couple who had been rudely awakened looked at each other. "We'd better go," George told her. "He'll pitch a fit if he can't share his gossip over morning nibbles."

Mary laughed, but acquiesced to the getting up request. She and George showered quickly and headed down to the Great Hall.