I woke up feeling soft, warm and safe. I glanced up and saw I was resting on George's chest. Fred was spooning me from behind. I felt heat in my lower stomach and when I glanced down, I saw I was wearing one of the twins quidditch shirt, nothing underneath.
"Hello, gorgeous." George whispered, tilting my head back up with his finger under my chin.
"Why aren't I wearing trousers?"
"We tried to get them on you." Fred murmured against my neck, his lips brushing over my skin. "But you kept kicking us."
"Oh, sorry." I said sheepishly.
"We don't mind." They chimed and I chuckled as a blush appeared.
"How long have I been asleep?"
"Only a few hours. I think we just missed dinner."
"Hmm." I hummed snuggling back against the two. "We really need to talk but I'm too comfortable."
"Same." They murmured. Fred leg hitched between mine and George's hand rested on my bare thigh.
I felt something coil inside of me. "Maybe we should talk first." I said sitting up on my knees on the other side of the bed. I didn't know how I didn't notice it before, but they were both shirtless. Gods, too damn handsome. They nodded, sitting up against the headboard. "Can you put some shirts on?"
"Too distracting, little Fae?" Fred teased as they grabbed their shirts from the ground.
"Yes, actually. I wouldn't be able to say what I need to if I keep looking at you like that." They both froze, eyes wide as they looked at me. I started tapping my bare knee nervously. "Whatever we say tonight must be the complete truth. I don't want to hear any lies and I won't tell any. Deal?"
They shared a glance. "Alright." They pulled on their shirts quickly.
"Okay, here we go." I took in a deep breath. "I like you, both of you. I've liked you for a long time now. And I tried to get passed those feelings, I tried to put distance between us. Because I didn't want to lose our friendship. I didn't want to choose between you. You know about the triad that I tried it once. And I wasn't set out for it to happen again, to fail at it again. Because if that happened with you two, I won't be able to get over it. But I talked to my uncle about it. He brought it up actually." I couldn't help but chuckle as I played with the hem of the quidditch shirt. "He said there is a connection between us, a special one. But I – I don't know if you're open for a triad. And if what I am saying right know will mess up our entire friendshi-"
Suddenly I was lying between them on my back, both hovering over me. Then George kissed me, slow, passionate and toe-curling. Then Fred took his place, he kissed me the same but yet entirely different.
"We've wanted to-"
"Tell you about it-
"Since a few weeks after we met you."
"Because the moment we met you, we knew."
"We knew you were the one for us, little Fae. Our little Fae." They said in unison.
"Oh." I breathed.
"I love when you do that." George sucked on my neck. "We wanted you for so long."
"But we were afraid you didn't want us. Both of us."
I gasped as they both sucked on my neck, their fingers on my thighs just below the hem of the shirt.
"As much as I enjoy this and believe me I do." I pushed their chests, and they backed off immediately. "There are still a few things I want to discuss." They sat on their heels, waiting for me to continue. "First of all, I don't want to start this right now. Not with the tournament still going. I need to focus on that and you two are too distracting." They smirked. "I mean, we can go on dates or something like that but no kissing or anything else."
They pouted. And George said. "That's going to be extremely hard."
"Extremely." Fred added, he gently took my hand. "But we will follow your lead, little Fae."
"You're really going to stick with that, aren't you?" I chuckled. They both grinned and I knew it would. "Fine. So, dating but not dating." I said with a tilt of my head, my nose scrunched up. "And I don't want to tell anyone. Not until it's more... official."
"Like when we can kiss you whenever we want?" Fred offered.
"Like that." I smiled. Then dropped it. "But before you agree to that. I need you to see the real me." I climbed out of bed and stood in front of them. Then I closed my eyes and removed all the glamours on my body. I kept my eyes closed as I said. "I have another on my back and side. A few weeks before my seventh birthday, I was attacked by a werewolf. He didn't bite me, and the scratches weren't deep enough to change me. But I have these left." They stayed silent and I slowly opened my eyes. "I understand if this changes things-"
They jumped up and wrapped their broad arms around me. "This doesn't change a thing." George whispered. "You are still beautiful."
"And brave. You are a survivor, Alec."
"And we are honoured to have you as our friend. We don't deserve to have you, little Fae. To have you as a friend, as a partner." George took in a deep breath. "As our soulmate."
Soulmate. I gasped a little at the thought. But it made my heart expand and before I knew what I was doing, I kissed him. Deep and passionate. Then I kissed Fred. "You're right, this is going to be harder than I thought."
They chuckled and gathered me in their arms. I wrapped my arms around their necks, and they lifted me from the ground. Then to ruin the moment, my stomach rumbled loudly.
Fred laughed. "I think our girl needs to be fed." Our girl. My stomach did a weird little flip. "I'll go raid the kitchens." He kissed my cheek and darted out the room.
"You know -" George said as he stepped back to the bed, guiding me with him. He sat down and pulled me on his lap, making me straddle him. "You never have to hide your scars from us; none of them."
I leaned my head against his. "Why are you so amazing?"
"Only with you, love." He tucked a strand of hair behind my ear.
"You need to stop saying things like that."
"And why is that?" His hand trailed slowly up and down my side.
"Because otherwise I will throw my own rules in the waste bin."
He chuckled against my neck. "Maybe that's our evil and genius plan." He trailed kisses alongside my neck. "Does this count as kissing?"
"You know it does." I gasped. He pulled back, but I pushed his head back in place. "Don't stop." I felt him grin against my skin as he proceeded. His hands cupped my bum, pulling me flush against him.
His hand slid up, under my shirt – or his shirt- grazing my bare skin, my scar, but he didn't halt his movements, he kept going. "I never got a chance to tell you how beautiful you looked at the yule ball. You looked so fucking gorgeous." He sucked on a sensitive part on my neck, making me gasp. "But seeing you in one of our shirts, nearly made me undone."
"Fuck, George." I grinded against him. "Take of your shirt."
"Gladly." He said, a second later it was gone. His hand went back under the jersey, so close to my breast. And gods, I wanted him to touch me there. My hands slid over his shoulders, slowly going down his arms.
"I don't know what I want anymore." I murmured. Then George's hand cupped my breast and played with my nipple. "Oh, fuck yes. I want this." I grinded against his hard length. "Where is Fred? I want you both with me."
"You don't have to tell me twice." Fred said from the door. He placed the food down, locked the door and by the time he reached the bed, his shirt was off. "What do you want, love? What you did today deserves a price." He purred.
"Kiss me." And he did. He didn't wait a second. While Fred kissed the daylights out of me, George eagerly cupped both of my breasts, playing and pinching my nipples. I pulled back and they both pouted until I tugged off the shirt. They gaped, taking every inch of me in.
"Fuck." They chorused.
George laid me down on the bed and they watched me hungerly. "Tell us. Tell us exactly what you want us to do." He purred and that did something inside of me.
"I want your lips and hands -" I guided George to my breasts. "Here." I looked to Fred. "And I want you -" I dipped my head between my legs. And he didn't wait a second. He tore my knickers off me, literally ripped it in two before he dived in like a starved man. George kissed me first as his hands played with my breasts, swallowing my moans. When I was thoroughly kissed, he focussed on my breasts. And oh, gods... this was... This was like something I never felt before. It was like all my sensations and nerves were tingling, like electricity bolts shooting through me. I arched my back, pushing my breasts further into George's mouth and hand, while my knees clamped around Fred, holding him in place. They both groaned in pleasure.
"I don't -" I breathed. "I don't think I can hold out much longer."
Fred didn't stop his ministrations, but George kissed me once more. "Come for us, little Fae." Then he nipped my nipple and pinched the other and an orgasm crashed over me. An orgasm so hard, so intense that I screamed out. George placed his mouth over mine again as he swallowed my cries of pleasure. I never had an orgasm like this before, so mind-blowing, so earthshattering. Fred's movements slowed as my orgasm slowly ceased.
"So damn beautiful." George whispered.
"That was – Fuck! It was the most intense orgasm I've had."
"Really?" They both looked at me, a proudful gleam in their eyes.
"Hm, yeah." I said drowsily. "What about you?" I asked with half lidded eyes as I eyed their hard bulges in their trousers.
"Today was about you, Alexandra." The way Fred said my name was like a caress. He smiled at me. "Before you doze off again, eat first." My mind went somewhere dirty, and I must have looked like I had a dirty mind because George laughed.
"Not that. Real food." He said, summoning the plate of food over. I looked over at the plate and looked to Fred with raised eyebrows.
"And this is real food? These are all desserts." I chuckled.
"But they are your favourites." He pointed out. And it was true, the whole plate was filled with my favourite desserts.
George shifted a little. "Maybe you should put the jersey back on, little Fae. Because otherwise our situation won't get any better." He adjusted his pants a little. I had totally forgot I was naked in front of them. Not just naked, but scars and all. I grabbed the shirt from the floor and tugged it on.
"Better?"
"Only a little." He said. And I remembered what he said about him seeing me in this. I quickly focussed on the food.
"This was a one-time thing, alright. For now, at least. I don't want to go to fast even though it felt -"
"Mind-blowing." They nearly moaned.
"Yeah." I blushed. They found it mind-blowing? They didn't even get off. How would they feel if they did get off? I was already imagining all the positions we could do.
"Where did your dirty little mind go?" George asked as he ate a brownie.
"Nowhere." I blushed. "Everywhere." I locked eyes with them and quickly looked away before they pounded on me again.
After we cleared the plate of 'food', we crawled back in bed, me squished deliciously between them. George was spooning me now, his head buried in my neck, his hand wrapped around my bare waist, under the jersey. I was half on top Fred's chest. My head above his fast-beating heart. He rested his cheek against my head, his hand intertwined with the one that laid on his hard abs.
"Sleepwell, my Champion." They chorused.
"Goodnight, my twins." I could feel George smile against my neck, and I knew Fred must have had the same expression on his face. I needed to find my own nickname for them. But before I could think of even one syllable, sleep found me.