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*Chapter 19*

"Well that was a smashing good time if I do say so myself," George said as they landed in Angelina's flat. He slipped out of his shoes as Angelina did the same. He was a bit disappointed, seeing that she was so tired. Tonight would have been the perfect night were it not for the long-winded Quidditch musings of Oliver Wood that had apparently bored her to exhaustion. He resigned to waiting another night and headed into the bedroom to get ready for sleep while Angelina went into the loo to wash up.

George was laying in the bed his boxers when the door opened up to reveal Angelina in just her knickers. He sat up when he realized she wasn't looking for a sleep shirt to put on but instead was crawling into the bed toward him.

"You didn't actually think I was tired, did you?" she said in a sultry voice that sent a shiver down his spine.

"Well clearly I did," he replied. "You might have a career in acting if you ever quit reporting." Angelina smiled and leaned in to kiss him. Forgetting that he was at all nervous, George returned the kiss in earnest and pulled her closer to him. He held her close to him and flipped her on to her back in a quick, gentle turn.

George ran his hands along her smooth skin as he kissed her. He was gentle but she could feel the strength in his arms as he held her side and pressed himself closer to her. Angelina arched her back slightly as he moved his kisses from her lips to her neck. He moved along her collarbone before making a path back up her neck to find her lips again.

"Angelina," he whispered as he broke a kiss. "Are you certain we're both ready for this?" He needed to know that she wouldn't regret this in the morning. She looked into his eyes and smiled.

"George, I've never been more ready," she said. "I love you."

He felt his heart jump into his throat. He scanned her eyes for signs that she wasn't sure, that maybe she was putting on a show to make him feel more comfortable, but he could see that she wasn't. There was a calm and a certainty that hadn't always been there when he looked at her. Time to stop holding back.

"I love you too, Angelina," he said, kissing her again. They drew their bodies closer to each other and surrendered to themselves.

Angelina awoke with a sense of déjà vu and comfort that she felt every morning she woke up with George's arm draped across her stomach. They had woken up together countless times before; it made no difference that they were naked this time. She sighed contentedly and ran her hand gently along the arm that held her. She turned her head and smiled into the sleeping face of the man she loved.

George's eyes fluttered open slowly, until he caught sight of her smile and opened them widely. He smiled in return and nuzzled his face into her shoulder.

"Good morning," she said, kissing his head. He propped himself up on one arm and pulled her closer to him with the other.

"Good morning, beautiful," he replied before pulling her into a kiss. Angelina's body responded before her mind could; it curved itself into his and her lips parted just slightly. George responded with more hunger in his kiss and laid his body against hers. Before she knew it her leg was wrapping itself around him; she wrapped her arms around him so that her hands held the small of his back. She pulled him as close as she could; the full weight of his body was on top of her now. With a grin, he moved away from kissing her lips and made his way from shoulder to collarbone to breasts to stomach. Angelina let out a soft but audible moan as his hands roamed over her body and his lips kissed her all over.

"I could get used to waking up like this," she said in a silken tone that drove him crazy. He responded by returning to kiss her lips and running his hands along her side. George broke away from her mouth to look at her. They locked eyes as he entered her again and didn't break the eye contact until the pleasure was so much that Angelina closed her eyes, rolled her head back and dug her fingers into his shoulders.

Angelina was grateful that it was a Saturday. She and George didn't leave her bed until at least eleven; they'd woken up around eight. Finally showered and able to withstand the sight of each other without immediately jumping back into bed, they agreed that breakfast was a good next step for the day. George sent a letter to Ron asking him to either run the shop for the day or post a notice about being closed for the weekend. With his wedding fast approaching, Ron would likely post the Closed notice.

They walked down to a little café near Angelina's flat. They were the picture of any couple in love. They sat on the same side of their booth and only had eyes for each other. A year ago, Angelina would have looked upon such a display by any other couple as sickly and unpleasant to view. But now she wanted nothing more than to be as sickly sweet as possible while she and George enjoyed their breakfast.