George, having just changed out of his work clothes, was in his bathroom when he heard a pop in his living room. He quickly came out and saw Bridget standing in the kitchen checking and stirring the cauldron. He came and wrapped his arms around her, "How was your day?"
"Good." She answered.
"Practice?" He kissed her cheek.
"Good." She smiled.
"Dinner?" He kissed her neck.
"Good." She laughed slightly.
"Your night?" he whispered into her ear sending shivers down her spine.
"To be determined." She turned in his arms, reaching up to kiss him, "But it's getting better now that I'm with you."
"Well that's good." He smirked, "How's the potion doing?"
"It still looks good after one day." She turned slightly stirring it some more, "Should be done in six more."
"Six? What are we going to do for six nights?" He fake scoffed.
"Hmm…I have no idea." She laughed looking up at him as he took her face kissing it. They laughed and smiled as they continued to kiss. After a moment she stopped, "Where's Fred?"
"Where do you think?" He smirked.
"Is it bad I'm happy that Angelina doesn't like the style of your flat, so we almost always have it to ourselves?" Bridget smirked.
"It's not bad at all." He kissed her again, backing her up to the counter before he pulled away, "Do you like the style of the flat?"
"Do I really seem like the type of person to care?" She raised a brow at him, "It has a place to eat and sleep, what more does it need?"
"Bloody Hell I love you." George laughed as he claimed her mouth once more.
This time Bridget broke the kiss, "Do you want to go to the couch?"
"Yes." He said before reconnecting their lips and picking her up to have her legs around him. He carried her over to the couch and sat down on it, her straddling his hips. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, pulling him close as they kissed, his hands moving along her legs and butt. He reached up her back to her head, pulling her hair out of it's ponytail, running his fingers through it. George enjoyed this position his hands having more of an ability to explore her as they kissed. He began to smile as she lifted herself up slightly to pull him closer.
"What?" She looked down at him with a smirk.
"Nothing, I just rather like this position." He grinned up at her as she hovered above his face, her hand on his shoulder.
"Me too." She whispered with a smile before kissing him again, this time deeper, lifting herself up more so her chest pressed against him. He gripped onto her thighs when she took his bottom lip gently between her teeth, tugging on it slightly, causing him to let out a quiet moan. She sucked on his lip for a moment before kissing his jaw and moving her lips to his ear, "I got a chance to look at parts of that book."
"Really now?" His throat was dry, wondering what exactly it was she had found. He gripped her thighs tight as she took the lobe of his ear into her teeth, sucking on it, a light scrape from her teeth. He couldn't help but smile, enjoying the feeling of her nipping and sucking at the flesh on his neck and ears before she began kissing back up his neck. He held looked at her before she made it to his mouth, "Will I have a say in anything tonight?"
"Depends, what say do you want?" She smirked.
"None at the moment, unless you want me too." He moved his hands up to her backside.
"George, you always take such good care of me." She cupped his face, "Let me take care of you."
"I'll try." He smirked before his hand slipped up her shirt to her breast, "But you are very hard to not want to take care of."
"You can touch me all you want. I'm yours George," Her lips brushed against his and he watched as her eyes began to glow, "But you're also mine."
The burning in his stomach began as she kissed him fiercely, their tongues tangling, his hand kneading her chest, her hand sliding down his chest and stomach stopping on his crotch. She could feel him through his pants and began to stroke and rub him through the fabric causing his grip on her to grow tighter, a moan coming from his throat. He pushed her bra up, exposing her breast to his hand so that he could feel her flesh and it made her hips grind into him, her hand adding to the pleasure of the feeling. He couldn't stop himself from moaning again, she smiled beginning to kiss down his neck. She sucked and nibbled the areas of skin but never enough to leave a mark, just enough to send chills down his spine each time.
When she could feel that he was fully hard she reached down for the buttons to his jeans and undid them, her hand moving into the fabric, beginning to lightly stroke him. It still felt amazing but this time he was able to still function, his hand lifting up her shirt, his mouth wrapping around her nipple as she stroked him. He wrapped an arm around her waist keeping her close to him as he sucked on it, applying more pressure to the bud causing her to gasp. She didn't stop her movements on him but did hold onto him tighter in an effort to stay concentrated.
Once she regained her concentration and was able to work past the amazing feelings of his mouth she pulled him from the confines of his pants, continuing to move her hand up and down, her thumb swirling over his head. George moaned, pausing for a moment as she did this, pleasure coursing through him and she took her chance to push him back against the couch. His hands rested on her thighs as he looked up at her confused as to why she pushed him away and she just smiled at him until he gripped her legs tight as she tried to move off of his lap, "Where are you going?"
"Just readjusting." She gave him a quick kiss before moving his hands off of her. He watched as she climbed off of his lap getting on her knees on the floor, her hand retaking his length, "Tell me if you want me to stop."
George didn't want her to stop but went to put a hand on her shoulder to tell her she didn't have to but her tongue was already on his shaft, making its way to his head and all that came from his mouth was her name. He gripped onto the back of her shirt as she took him into her mouth, her hand making up for what she couldn't fit and he let out a louder moan. She paid attention to the noises he made, wanting to make sure she was doing it right as she sucked on the top of his length. Knowing he wasn't going to last long with her doing this he tried to speak through the pleasure, tried to hold himself back but a white hot burning was building inside of him. Bridget kept a steady pace and could feel his thigh clench under her hand. She found one of his hands with one of hers and intertwined their fingers as she continued and he knew she could tell what was happening. Her name forced it way out of his throat again as he released himself and he felt her swallow everything.
When she looked up at him after she was done with a slightly embarrassed and worried look on her face, "Was that okay?"
Was she seriously asking him if she had done a good job? With the hands that were still intertwined he pulled her back up to the couch, laying down on top of her retaking her lips, kissing her with deep passion as he redid his pants. She pushed him back slightly her voice in a whisper, "George?"
"It's my turn to take care of you." His nose brushed against hers as she felt his fingers undoing her pants button. He smiled, "Wear skirts from now on, it makes this a lot easier."
"How's it fun if you don't work for it?" She smirked before gasping as his hand slid into her underwear caressing her. His fingers entered her and gained a rhythm moving in and out of her, a rhythm that her breathing matched as he kissed her. With his other hand he began sliding her pants from her hips. When he pulled his hand from her he pulled away from the kiss as his hands began removing her panties.
"Do you want me to stop?" He asked.
"If you do, I'll kill you." She whispered and he laughed pulling the two pieces of clothing from one of her legs. He looked down at her flushed face as he re-inserted his fingers and she moaned quietly before he kissed her again. Just as she did he pushed his hips into hers using his hand to increase the pleasure. This movement made her break the kiss as she let out a breathy moan.
George smiled kissing her jaw as he felt her getting close to finishing. He pulled his hand away from her and she looked at him concerned. He laughed at her, "Don't worry love, I'm not done yet." He whispered in her ear, "Because you are just as much mine as I am yours."
He backed up to the arm of the couch and kissed her thigh, making his way to her center. Before he started he waited to make sure she was alright with this he got no objection and he dipped his tongue into her folds. Bridget gasped loudly at the sensation and he felt her thighs tense. He took her hips in his hand, slightly lifting them up to rest her backside on his arms as he massaged her thighs as he licked and kissed her. She gripped at the couch as he found her clit, taking in a sharp breath as pleasure sparked through her. The noise told him he was in the right spot and he pushed himself into her more, sucking on the button, glad she had already taken care of him because if she hadn't her noises would have been his undoing. He pushed two fingers into her while continuing to suck on her and the noises she made grew higher in pitch. She knew she was about to cum and managed, "George, don't stop."
Picking up speed soon he felt her tighten around him, her legs tensing around him, and he felt her pulse but he didn't stop. He continued his movements and when she came for a second time he only stopped when he felt her fingers on his head, hearing her voice whisper his name. He looked up to see her head back, eyes closed, chest still heaving. Before he did anything he wiped his mouth on his sleeve, not wanting to kiss her like that, put her pants back on, and then moved up her body. He ran a hand over her hair, "Was that decent?"
"What kind of stupid question is that?" She asked.
"The one you asked me after." He smirked.
She couldn't help but laugh she realized she had asked that question, "So what? That was your way of telling me it was a stupid question? Because if so, I'm going to be asking them all the time now."
"Oh really?" He laughed, "And what would a genius like you have to ask stupid questions about?"
"To you? Charms…our relationship…my performance in after dark activities." She smirked up at him.
"Well then I guess you should just get used to me being down there if you're going to ask about all of those things." He gave her a quick kiss.
"I might wait a few more nights to make that official though, I might enjoy you more in another position." She whispered on his lips in a joking tone.
"Bloody Hell, I hope you enjoy all of the positions." He laughed again and she joined him. George looked at the clock and kissed her jaw, "We should start getting ready for bed."
"My goodness, becoming a legitimate business owner has made you responsible." She feigned shock as he crawled off of her.
"It's a good look isn't it?" He winked at her.
"I don't know I think the man who was illegally selling his goods to first years behind Umbridges back was rather sexy." She wrapped her arms around his shoulders from behind, "But I guess bad boys must grow up."
"Really? The products I make and I'm not a bad boy still?" He looked back at her grabbing her arms, lifting her off of the couch piggy back style.
"I mean I guess you do look a bit like a gangster in the clothes you wear." She picked on him as he carried her to the bedroom.