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A/N: Here we have chapter three. Do enjoy! Read and review…it makes me all giddy and happy.

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Kingsley sat down at his kitchen table with Remus Lupin discussing Order business. Kingsley thought that his friend looked more ragged than usual, even for a werewolf, but figured it had something to do with the newborn he had at home. No matter how many times he tried to steer the conversation to business Remus kept bringing up little Teddy. It wasn't that Kingsley wasn't happy for his friends, but part of him was jealous. He knew it hadn't been easy, and that Tonks had practically had to cast a 'Petrificus Totalus' on Remus while she beat him upside the head to knock some sense into him, and make him see that he was worthy of love. The thing that got to him was that everyone was rooting for them, happy for them. No one that mattered cared that he was a werewolf or so much older than she was. No one cared about anything but that they were in love.

He was fairly certain reactions would not be as supportive if people found out who he dreamt of every night. If people knew whose body invaded his thoughts at the most inappropriate moments they would never understand. Kingsley knew he was in deep every time he heard something funny and immediately thought of sharing it with the young red head just so he could hear his infectious laugh; that laugh that in Kingsley's opinion could brighten the darkest of days. It had been bad before when he had found himself seeking out George at Order meetings automatically, listening to his opinions when others thought he was little more than one of a set of pranksters who were moderately useful. Now he knew he was lost. For days since his last life altering meeting with George he had thought of little else but the way he had tasted and the way he felt beneath his fingertips.

He didn't even care that no one would understand, he felt so unbelievably lucky that George had responded to him. He had never let himself really believe that George would ever return his feelings. But he had hoped, he had dreamed and fantasized about a simple life in his country home spent with the man that he couldn't get out of his head no matter how hard he had tried. Even now, sitting across from his old friend Remus he was tuning him out thinking of morning coffee shared with his young lover while they discussed politics and love and the absurdities of life that George had a knack for pointing out and capitalizing on. He dreamt of late mornings in bed wrapped around a lithe young body that responded to his better than he ever could have envisioned. He dreamt of being in love and telling the world who all his secretive smiles were for.

Remus stirred his coffee watching his friend disappear into his own world while Remus told him about Teddy. He had never seen the other man so completely distracted, it was rather amusing. He knew things had been getting increasingly difficult for Kingsley at the Ministry since Voldermort had taken over, he was so happy to have Tonks home and away from that corrupted and evil hub. He could tell whatever was on Kingsley's mind it wasn't work.

"Well, I know I have gone on and on by now, but am I really that boring, or is she just that amazing?" Remus asked, shocking Kingsley from his thoughts.

Kingsley looked up at Remus, and realized a little ashamedly that he had missed everything his friend had said for some time. "I'm sorry Remus; I am just so distracted lately. You know how things have been." He tried to explain.

Remus covered his mouth with a closed fist and bit back a laugh for a second before letting it free, chuckling delightedly at his friend. "Oh, I surely do Kingsley. You have the same distracted look about you Harry used to get when I would try to tell him something and Ginny would walk by. So who is she?"

Oh good gods, Merlin he thinks there is some woman. Well it could be worse really. I suppose I was tuning him out, but he is acting like I am twitterpated. "There is no woman I assure you of that friend. I am simply just distracted. I apologize really." He told him, knowing it wouldn't be enough to deter Remus who had lately seemed hell bent on all his friends finding what he now had with Tonks.

Remus certainly wasn't deterred. "Oh Kingsley, old friend you needn't hide it from me. So who is she? How did you meet? What's…?"

Kingsley smiled when an incessant pecking at his window alerted him to an owl he didn't recognize pecking at his window. Kingsley stood to open the window, knowing the wards wouldn't have permitted any dark objects beyond the borders. The large barn owl hooted softly as Kingsley broke off a piece of a biscuit for the bird after relieving it of its burden. Kingsley had to work hard to school his features the second he noticed the loopy handwriting that belonged to the man he loved. Perfect timing there George love. Kingsley tried to slip the letter away unopened but Remus noticed the unmistakable handwriting.

"Oh, is that from George? Well what's he got to say? Is it about the new prototype? Fred was telling us George had come up with something really brilliant when we did Potter Watch the other night? So is it ready?" he asked, automatically assuming it was order business.

Kingsley knew he couldn't say it was personal, though he knew it was. Does he even realize he dotted the i with a little heart? It is quite adorable. I never quite pictured him as the gushy romantic before. It shouldn't surprise me really; he never does anything without ornamentation. Everything is an opportunity for a production of some sort. He really knows how to enjoy life…

Remus' voice again cut into his thoughts. "You, erm...going to open it or just keep tracing the lettering?" he asked, sounding amused and certainly confused.

Kingsley had to think quickly. Was he really such a love sick fool he couldn't even get a letter without looking like an idiot? "Oh, yes, from George. His writing is so odd, isn't it? Not your typical male scratchy mess. I just find it interesting I suppose, Sorry. Like I said, I have had a lot on my mind lately; I seem to get distracted rater easily." He said, breaking the seal on the parchment. As Kingsley looked down at the opened parchment he had to fight not to drop it. Oh bloody fuck. He is trying to kill me.

Kingsley knew he couldn't read whatever George had written with Remus there. He hadn't realized that George held such artistic ability, but he needed to look away from the drawing before he completely lost control of himself in front of Remus and gave himself away. He knew he must already be starting to sweat as all his blood rushed southward, desire building with thoughts the drawing evoked. The image of his lovers naked body sitting at the edge, leaning back into his embrace one of his hands pressed over George's heart, the other over his hardened cock, slowly stoking as he placed lingering open mouthed kisses against the creamy skin of his neck was an image that would not soon be stripped from his mind.

Doing his best to hide the effect the letter was having on him Kingsley stuffed the parchment into his pocket and with as much control as he could muster looked to Remus who was eyeing him with curiosity. "He says the prototype for the 'Stuck Spots' worked as long as we were after, and after burning off an eyebrow he thinks he should now be ready for me to pick them up at our next meeting." It wasn't really a lie. They had discussed it just a few days ago; well the eyebrow thing was a lie but sounded very George.

"That's good then, they would really be a help. Who knew that if those boys actually used their brains for something other than pranks they could come up with something so useful to the war effort?" Remus commented.

He couldn't quite help himself when he opened his mouth, "Well it was all George really for this. Fred helped with a bit of the work when they needed more hands, but this was George's brainchild. I've been working with him for a while now getting these right. It's quite brilliant. He is working on so many other ideas to help too. They still love their jokes; I think it helps them deal with all the pain and loss to find something to laugh about." He told him, hoping his calm soothing voice was as under control as he wanted and not giving anything away.

"George really? I had no idea, though he always was the more serious of the two. Either way it is truly a benefit to have those two. You were one of the first to really suggest they start inventing weaponry, weren't you?" he observed.

Kingsley smiled a little. "Yes, I saw the potential in a few of the products and thought it could be expanded upon, best part is we were able to get the Ministry to pay for a chunk of their research by using some of the products within Magical Law Enforcement." He said, finding his smooth authoritative persona easy to slip into to hide his real pride in George especially.

"I must say I am truly interested to see what else they can come up with." Remus told him.

The two talked briefly about the Order, and Remus' hesitation to rejoin the packs now that he had little Teddy to think about, but he knew that it was important.

"You know my friend; I will gladly stop in when I can and see how my partner is handling being a mother. Just think soon she can add toys to her list of things to trip over." Kingsley said. Both men had a good laugh about the clumsiness that was Nymphadora Tonks-Lupin.

Soon Remus had to head out Kingsley had about an hour before he had to be in to work. So sitting down on his favorite lounge chair before the fire in his den Kingsley took the parchment George had sent him out of his pocket to read, and well, to better admire his artwork.

He unfolded the parchment and gasped as he watched the sketch of himself lightly stroke his lover. George was certainly going to be the death of him.

Kings –

I do hope you like the sketch, it's a new variation off the 'Daydream Charms' I thought of it just for you. I wanted to be able to share my dreams with you, so I came up with 'Dirty Dream Drawings' transfers imagery from particularly naughty dreams to parchment so you can revisit your favorite steamy moments. This was just one of the series, but I wanted to share it with you. They get decidedly more heated as the series goes on.

I can't get the feel of your strong hands off of my body. I have not slept nearly as well in my cold bed since you warmed it. From the moment I opened the door to you in those delicious muggle clothes that fit your body so well the world I lived in shifted. Your lips lit my skin on fire and without them my body feels cold. I don't know when I first noticed the way you command a room without ever trying, or the way your smooth voice can diffuse just about any situation, but I know I noticed. Slowly as I got to know you better while we worked together on this little assignment of ours I have found myself wanting to be more than just a prankster, I want to be someone worthy of you.

Thank you for the other night, and well just thank you. You have made me feel like there is something waiting for me on the other side of this war. Fred has Angie, Bill has Fleur, Ron has 'Mione, Charlie has a Horny Hungarian Horntail…he he…hell even Percy the prat has Penelope and Ginny, well we all know she fancies herself a Chosen One. I was always the one who didn't really have anyone. I know it seems silly and that this is so new…really, really new to me, I just…it feels so real. Having your arms around me was the safest and most secure I have ever felt. Merlin tell me I am not a complete idiot. I feel so jittery and excited and flustered…do you see what you have done to me Kings?

I suppose, since I am already writing I needn't write again just to tell you that your 'Stuck Spots' are all ready for you to pick up at your soonest convenience. I do me SOONEST Kings, I miss you. I have a new product to tell you about, one that is actually useful for more than just warming me up on a cold night…

In case you didn't know - I'm yours.

George

Kingsley had to work hard to fight the smile that was bursting to break free. There was an innocence about George that was so sweet and endearing. He was playful and forward and nervous all at the same time. More than anything he was a bright spot in a very dark work and Kingsley was more than happy to have found the little ray of light.

Deciding to write his young lover back Kingsley 'Accioed' some parchment, a quill and his favorite blue ink and set about penning a letter.

My George-

I would love to thank you for helping me to practice my subterfuge for your owl arrived as I was sitting down with Remus over a cup of coffee this morning. It was not easy to hide my reaction to that illustration and I had to pretend to read your 'Order business missive' because he was already suspicious of me to begin with. Oh yes, he was suspicious of me, asking me over and over who it was that had me so hot under the collar. Okay, that wasn't how he put it, he more or less wanted to know 'who she is' though I don't think he would believe me if I told him. Because oh yes, dear George, you have me quite hot under the collar.

One night with you and I am completely done for. I cannot put into words how amazing you feel under my hands, under my body. The problem I now find myself in George is this: I want more, so much more. I want to feel your tightness envelop me though I know that you are not yet ready. I will wait for you, and until the day you are ready to be mine so fully I will sate myself with the taste of your skin and the feel of your lithe body in my hands. I will find comfort in wrapping your body in mine and holding you tightly to me at every chance I have – though there are far too few opportunities. I promise to make the ones we have count.

I cannot wait until I have you in my arms again George, where you belong. Make no mistake George, you are mine now. I find myself feeling quite possessive of you. I have thought of little else since I walked out of that attic apartment. If I had known that all it would take to get you to look at me like that was a tight pair of pants I would have worn them long ago. It is hard to remember the first time I found myself completely drawn in by your beauty. You are beautiful you know. From the elegant long lines of your body to the freckles that seem to ghost over the creamy pale flesh of your back and nose – you are beautiful.

Do not every think My George that you are not enough for me, not good enough, not smart enough, and not absolutely spectacular because you are. You are the light in the darkness I find myself in. Do not underestimate yourself George. You are one of the most incredibly intelligent men I have met and you are still so young with so much more ahead of you, why do you think I suggested that you partner with me on the very task that brought us together?

I must be off. I will see you in twelve days. Be well My George. Be safe, and do keep Fred in line.

Yours, as you are mine-

K.S.

Kingsley quickly tied the scroll off and addressed it to George before placing a cloaking spell on it. He decided to stop in Diagon Alley on his way into work and send it from there hoping it would find his lover safe, and soon. It was going to be a long twelve days for them both waiting to hold one another in their arms again. Kingsley knew that there wasn't ever going to be a man who affected him the way George did.

They may have had only one night together but they both knew deep in their souls that this was it, this was what Dumbledore spent all that time spouting about and this was what people could wait a lifetime to find.

A/N: So what do we think? I know where this story ends, but the middle…well what do you want to see?

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