Chapter 25 – Hot Date
After dinner, I wished Cedric, Lyra and Odin good night and walked over to the Gryffindor table. I placed my hands on George's shoulder and leaned down to whisper. "Are you ready?" I grin when I felt him shudder.
"What are you two lovebirds up to?" Fred asked with a grin as he leaned his head on his fist.
"No idea. Queen Guinevere here won't tell me." He pouted as he looked up to me.
"Quid pro quo, brother." Fred laughed.
"He's right, you know." I leaned my head on top of George's as I stood behind him. "From all those dates I've only known what we were going to do once. So, now it's my turn."
"Let's go then." I lifted my head quickly as George jumped up. "I want to know." He whined.
"Alright, alright." I grinned as he pulled me close. "See you, Fred." Fred winked at me before I guided George out of the still crowded great hall.
"Where to, queen Guinevere?" George purred in my ear.
"Follow me, mister Weasley." I took his hand and walked in front of him, swaying my hips. I chuckled when I hear George groan behind me before he wrapped his arms around me from behind. "If you're keeping this up." I said when George start kissing my neck. "You'll never find out what I've planned."
"But I like doing this." He peppered my neck with kissed. I turned around in his arms and looked up his darkened eyes and let my index finger trail his chest.
"But what I have planned..." My finger went down to his waistband. "Will be more than just kissing." I whispered against his lips. I saw his Adam's apple bob as he swallowed thickly, and I looked up at him innocently. "You better keep up." I gave him a chaste kiss on his lips and ran up the stairs. George stood there frozen for a few seconds, before he shook his head and ran after me.
He caught up with me on the third floor and picked me up. "Where to?"
"Fifth floor." I chuckled as I hung over his shoulder. He gave me bum a tap and started climbing the stairs. After we reached the fifth floor, I tapped his back. "You need to put me down, or we won't get in."
"If I have to." George sighed dramatically. I rolled my eyes as I looked around the empty corridor. When I saw the familiar statue, I walked up to it, George trailing behind me. We stopped in front of Boris the Bewildered. "Pine-fresh."
The door next to the Boris statue, opened up soundlessly. I turned to see George looked from me to the door with great curiosity. I grabbed both of his hands and pulled him inside the room, walking backwards.
"What is this?"
"The prefects bathroom."
"And what are we doing here?" He asked as he looked at the large empty tub in front of them. I licked my lips as I walked over to the faucet. I let the water fall from all of the faucets, so the swimming pool-like tub filled up quickly.
"What do you think?" I walked back as I bit my lower lip. "We're going for a swim."
"I don't have any swimming trunks with me."
"Me neither." I said as I kicked off my shoes. George inhaled sharply, his eyes going big and dark. I pulled my sweater over my head and tossed it on one of the benches next to us, leaving me in just a white top. I pulled off my socks before I unbuttoned my trousers. I locked my eyes with him as I pulled them down, leaving me in my red lace knickers. I kicked my trousers away, not taking my eyes off him. I then took the edge of my top between my fingers and pulled it over my head in one quick movement. Now I was standing in front of George, just in my matching underwear. George's eyes darkened even more as his breath became rapid. I looked up with him doe eyed before I turned on my heel and slowly walked to the edge of the tub. I looked over my shoulder to George, who hasn't moved an inch since he walked in, and I slowly descended the stairs in the hot water.
"Are you coming, or are you just going to stand there?" I smiled at him as I took a seat on the bench in the tub. George's eyes were still transfixed on me, and it took him about a minute before he finally came out of it and undressed nervously and quickly. My eyes lingered on his toned abbs when he pulled of his shirt. Man, those quidditch practices did him good. When he pulled of his pants, leaving him in his light-blue boxers, he grabbed all the clothes of the ground, including mine and placed them neatly on the bench. He turned slowly, his eyes quickly on mine as he walked to the stairs leading into the pool. I waited patiently for him to get into the pool; my eyes trained on him. George gave me a lopsided grin before he dived into the pool. I couldn't see him under the bubbles, but it didn't take long for him to re-emerge right in front of me. His arms locked me in place, his eyes dark and full desire. I couldn't stop myself and put one hand in the hair on the nape of his neck and pulled him close, our lips crashing together. When George deepened the kiss, I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him flush against me. I already felt his erection against me, making me dug my nails into his back. George started to kiss my neck, going lower to my collarbone. His lips reached the swell of my breast, and I inhaled sharply. George stopped and looked up at me, with a worried look.
"Don't stop." I whispered as I traced one finger down his chest. He didn't need to be told twice and he leaned down again to pepper me with kisses. Two fingers slid under my bra strap pulling it down, before doing the same with the other. He looked up to me, waited until I nodded my permission before he unclasped my bra and tossed it behind the pool. He gazed at me for a long moment, his ears tinged pink and even I formed a blush from his gaze.
George let his hands roam from my back to my front, making me shiver. His finger grazed over the underside of my breasts, and I gasped his name when his mouth covered one of them. I let my head fall back on the cold stone behind me, as my nails roamed over his back. My hand went lower and found the edge of his boxers. I toyed a bit with the waistband before my hand slipped into it. I smirked as I hear him groan as I firmly grabbed him in my hand. Not long after, we were fully naked in the large tub, the last part of our clothes on the cold tile floor. We took time in the pool to discover each other's bodies, to explore every inch of each other. We played, teased and enjoyed the feeling of one another. But we didn't take it too far. Even though we both had sex before, we didn't want our first time to be clumsily in a tub.
So, after few hours we got dressed and hurried up to the Gryffindor tower. Hurry is a strong word, because it was anything but fast as we couldn't keep our hands and our lips from each other. The common room was still filled with people, but we didn't acknowledge anyone as we ran straight to the stairs that led to the boys' dormitories.
George nearly dragged me upstairs and once we were in his empty room, he pushed me against the closed door and locked it with a wave of his wand. Our clothes that were buttoned up wrong, quickly found the floor leaving us naked once again. George picked me up and wrapped my legs around him as our lips crashed once again.
"George." I moaned as George tweaked my nipple. George looked up with his large, brown lust-filled adorable eyes. "Bed, now!" George chuckled and gave me a predatory grin before he carried me of to bed. He lowered me slowly and hovered over me, leaning the brunt of his weight on his hands as his eyes roamed slowly over my body, taking in every inch once again. My hands were trailing up and down his chest, over his back, his ass, to the front to take him in my hand again. Just when my hand wrapped around him, his hand went between my legs, circling my clit. My hips lifted on their own at his touch and my hand began to move in a steady pace. We were both panting heavily, staring at each other. George suddenly pulled his hand away, making me pout. He chuckled at my reaction before he kissed me passionately. He pulled away before he lowered his head, leaving kisses over my whole body. Until he reached the spot between my legs. My head fell back on the pillow and my fingers knotted in his hair. I started panting heavily, moaning his name when I came. George let me come down of my high before he situated himself between my legs.
"Guinevere." His voice hoarse and low. I opened my eyes to look at him.
"Yes, now." My voice barely a whisper. George leaned down to kiss me again, and I felt him put a protection charm over my stomach, before he let himself slide into me. We both groaned at the feeling and George and I locked eyes before we set a steady pace. "George." I moaned as my fingers dug in his arms. He started to pick up the pace and lifted my hips higher.
"Gwen." George panted, his movements becoming erratic. I placed my hand on his chest and smiled up at him. George's nails dug into the flesh of my hips as he pounded harder, my head fell back again, making me see the stars before George came. I felt his legs tremble as he lowered my hips back onto the bed before he collapsed on top of me, both out of breath. George rolled to his side and faced me. I smiled before I captured his lips with mine. I casted a cleaning charm over us and pulled the blanket up. George closed the curtains around us before he let his finger slowly trace my cheek.
"Hi." I whispered with a smile.
"Hi." His smile wide before he kissed the top of my nose. "That was -"
"I know." I grinned as I kissed him. George pulled me close against him, and I nuzzled my face in his chest.
"Please tell me you're staying." He murmured in my hair. "Not ready to let you go just yet."
"I'll stay." I whispered as I traced runes on his chest, and I looked up to his beaming face. "If you have something to wear for me. You still have roommates."
"Hmm." He nodded with a pout. "Damn roommates." I laughed as he climbed out of bed butt naked and disappeared behind the curtains. I grabbed the blanket and held it close to my chest as I peeked out between the curtains. I just saw George pull his boxers on and went to grab his shirt.
"Not necessary." I grinned as he jumped and turned around the glare at me.
"Fine but keep your hands to yourself." He pointed out with a lopsided grin.
"That's going to be the hardest thing I'll ever have to do, but fine, I'll try." I clicked my tongue.
"Good." He nodded with a grin. "Here." He started walking closer and stopped in front of me. "Is this good?" He asked holding out his quidditch shirt and a pair of fresh boxers.
"Perfect." I climbed up on my knees and kissed him before I took the clothes out of his hands and disappeared behind the curtains again. I dressed myself while George gathered our clothes and put them on the chair next to his bed. By the time he climbed back into the bed, I was lying on the bed with his shirt and boxers. His eyes went large and dark again, when he saw me lying there. And it looked like he would be having a hard time keeping his hands to himself. I laughed as he jumped on the bed and rolled over next to me. One hand wrapped around my waist, pulling me close against him and our legs intertwined. His other hand went to my thigh.
"Hands to ourselves, huh?"
"I never said I would keep my hands to myself." He grinned as his hand went slowly up and down my thigh. I bit my lip as I straddled his lap. His grin disappeared as both of his hands gripped my thighs.
"I never said I would keep my lips to myself." I kissed him roughly before my lips travelled south, while my hands stayed firmly of his body.
The next morning Fred and Lee were teasing us mercilessly as I trotted around the room in George's shirt, but I didn't care. I even proudly wore George's shirt that morning at the breakfast table while George had his arm firmly wrapped around my shoulders. George had a proud grin on his face all morning, proud to let everyone know I was his girl. And it would be a long time before George got his shirt back.