Magical Mugwort

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Sliding open his shirt, I let my fingers gently dance over his warm, pale skin. His muscles contracted as I slid over his stomach, then up his chest. Fred made a small sound, exhaling slowly as I found a pink nipple and very gently rolled it between my fingers.

“Why, Miss Charleson. Accosting a proprietor in his place of business?”

I met his eyes for a moment as I smiled. There was fire in his eyes now. “Feel free to chuck me out if you feel it inappropriate.” I leaned in and took his nipple in my mouth. Fred gasped, hands sliding down my waist. I kissed and licked it, very gently bringing it between my teeth. Fred cursed, and I slid my hands to his hips, cradling him to me.

Fred's voice was rasping as he said, “Please, be as inappropriate as you like.”

I kissed my way across his chest to his other nipple, and performed the same maneuvers. His quiet gasps echoed in my ears, and a heavy ache was settling between my thighs. Fred sighed, and I kissed my way up to his neck, nibbling on his collarbone and moving up to beneath his ear. I could feel his near instant reaction to what I was doing, as I brushed against it repeatedly.

Reaching up for his head, I pulled it down a little lower so I could gently graze his ear with my teeth. Fred jerked against me slightly, and pressed me against the counter, his arousal digging into my stomach. As I took his earlobe in my mouth, Fred made a muffled sound and his fingers dug into my hips. My senses were heightened by the sounds he made, and the indescribable way he was responding. More than lust, more than want, it bordered on desperation, and I found the same feelings were rising up within me.

“God, Maggie,” he moaned, burying his face in my neck and laying fierce kisses on it. “I've missed this.”

I threw my head back and gave him better access, basking in the way he nearly pushed me back onto the counter as his lips scorched my skin. “So have I,” I admitted, momentarily hating the black cashmere dress I wore. It was making things difficult, but at the same time felt incredible having Fred's hands running over it.

I reached for his head and pulled his lips to mine. Fred hungrily kissed me, and I gave back the same. It was like we were trying to crawl inside each other. No matter how many times we had made out over the past few weeks, there was nothing quite comparable to the kind of kissing that evolved through the knowledge that there was more in store. Desperate, primal, filled with a sort of involvement that is truly all-encompassing.

Reaching back down as Fred's tongue swept through my mouth, I grabbed his trousers and began unfastening them with skilled precision. Button... zipper... down. I shoved them down until they fell to the floor, and I felt Fred's smooth skin.

Fred pulled back enough to ask, “I take it you'd like to be in control right now?”

Chuckling throatily, I met his eyes with a knowing look. “When don't I like to be in control?” I teased.

He opened his mouth to respond, but I reached out for his quivering member and took it in a firm grasp. Fred's eyes fluttered, and he moaned as I began to stroke him. I shuddered with the contact, his velvety skin making the heat inside of me rise higher and higher. I wanted to touch him until neither of us could stand it, take him in my mouth, ride him until we both exploded...

“Oh, Merlin,” he hissed.

Fred suddenly reached down for my thighs until he found the edge of my skirt, and began roughly pulling up the material. When it was bunched around my waist, his hand slipped to the satin panties I wore, and when he tried to tug them down, they got stuck.

“What the--?”

I was forced to let go of him as Fred pulled back, looking down. I smiled as he saw the stocking and garter ensemble I was wearing. His eyes got very large, and his hands traced the lace. When he looked back up at me, he asked with a smirk, “Do you always go around wearing fancy underthings these days, pet?”

“I do when I'm anticipating them being seen.”

Fred leaned in to press his mouth over mine and whispered, “In that case, let's get this little dress out of the way. I'm curious as to what else is under there.”

Without hesitation, I reached in back and slid down the zipper. Fred helped me pull the dress up and over my head, leaving me in my garter and stockings ensemble, as well as a rather fetching black lace and satin push-up bra.

“Sweet Merlin, Maggie, you know how to dress.”

I smiled, but it wasn't amused. “You can ogle me later. Right now, I require your services, Mr. Weasley.”

Wrapping my arms around his neck, I kissed him hard. Fred made a surprised sound, and his arms were around me as well, staggering backwards. We hit the counter and rolled out into the aisle. Boxes tumbled around us. Fred's tongue claimed my mouth, and his hands were like searing brands on my flesh. I pressed myself against him, too eager and too determined.

Fred murmured against my mouth, “So damn eager, aren't you.”

I rolled my head back as he pulled down my bra and my breasts spilled out. “No more than you, sweetie.”

Reaching for my hips, Fred lifted me up suddenly and pressed me against the wall. I gasped, excited and irrational, as he took one of my nipples in his mouth, teeth grazing. Eyelids flickering, I grabbed his hair and leaned down to press my lips to his head. It never ceased to amaze me how strong he really was. I couldn't help watching him in the soft glow of the lights, how his body seemed to ripple as he moved. As he kissed his way to my other breast, I moaned, keeping him close to me.

When he bit my nipple, I gasped and jerked my elbow backwards into a box. I felt something tumble down my back, and as Fred pushed me against the wall, a sharp shock ran through me, starting at the top of my back and shooting straight down into my feet. I cried out and bucked, and at the same moment felt Fred startle and pull back.

“Bleeding Circe!”

“What the fuck was that?” I gasped out. My insides were twisting in a not totally unpleasant way.

Fred looked up, and a grin spread over his face. “Ah... One of our shocking hand buzzers. Knew we should have packaged them a bit tighter.”

Touching his face, I smirked. “I don't know. That wasn't an entirely bad feeling.”

His eyes sparkled as he shifted his position, and his eager member was straining against my pelvis. I was completely wet, and oh so ready for him. “I'll give you something to feel.”

Fred reached down and pushed the satin out of the way. His cock slid over my moist slit, and for a moment I thought he was intent on torturing me. I whimpered eagerly, swallowing hard. Fred leaned in and let his lips hover over mine, our ragged breathing intermingling. I took in his scent, of sweet peppermint and a little mugwort, and now there was the hint of natural male musk. It made me shiver. I let my tongue dart out and touch his lips, slowly, earning a low sound from him.

As he still hovered, teasing me, I licked my way down his jaw, pushing his head to the side. I remembered his weak spots. Moving my way down his neck, I came to the juncture of his neck and shoulder, and licked a slow circle. Fred shuddered against me, his breath coming a little quicker. I locked lips over a spot, and then bit.

Fred nearly spasmed, and he abruptly thrust his member inside of me. I gasped, shivering as I was filled.

“Oh, fuck me,” I murmured, muscles contracting around him.

Fingers squeezing my hips, Fred chuckled once. “Always happy to help out a lady.”

He began to thrust steadily, each move pushing me back against the shelves. I wrapped my arms around his neck, burying my face in the crook of his shoulder. I dug nails into his soft skin, trying to keep myself from losing it completely, but the feel of him inside me, around me, was like overdosing on chocolate. And just like chocolate, I wanted to lick him up and feel him on my tongue.

Our gasps and panting were loud, graduating to mutual cries of passion as he began to move harder, slamming into me. I cried out, throwing my head back as he moved. I felt the shelves rocking at my back. Just the feel of him... what the hell had I been thinking, going without this?

“Oh, gods, Fred, yes!”

He groaned in my ear. “Maggie... you all right there?”

I could hear boxes rattling around, and knew that humping against the wall was probably not the safest idea. “Fine... but we better move,” I managed to get out.

Swallowing hard, Fred glanced up at the teetering merchandise. “Maybe—right.”

Picking me up by my thighs as I tightened my grasp around him with my legs, Fred grunted and moved into the aisle. His eyes were staring into mine, and I couldn't help but melt a little under his gaze. All the lust I felt was reflected in the smile I gave to him; if he could look into my mind at that moment, I had no doubt that I wouldn't be able to move for a week. As it was, with the fire in my belly and spreading through our flesh contact, I was fairly certain we both might wind up a bit sore.

Fred kissed me hard, his lips molding to mine. I swept my tongue into his mouth, tasting him and dancing with his tongue. Moaning into my mouth, Fred backed us up, and we ran into a shelf. Neither of us looked up to the sound of merchandise hitting the floor, although a part of my mind noted the rather odd sound of random insults being hurled upwards by tiny voices.

“On the floor,” I murmured into his mouth, crushing my breasts against his chest.

Pulling back to draw a sharp breath, Fred smirked. “My dirty, dirty girl,” he said, sinking down to his knees and gently laying me down on the floor. He hovered over me, still inside of me, and kissed me again. I hungrily responded, arching upwards into him as he began to move once more. His arms were braced on either side of my head, and I slid my hands down his torso and to his hips, then around to his buttocks.

“God, Fred,” I gasped. “Harder, now. Merlin, I want you so much.”

“Anything, anything...”

As Fred began to move harder and deeper inside of me, I cried out. All of my nerve endings were electrified, and it felt as if I couldn't get enough of him: the damp heat of his breath on my skin, the sweat that was dewing up between us, the slap of his flesh against mine, the brush of his lips down my face, the cold floor under my back, the strain in my legs as they tightened around his waist. There was a tightness building within me, a primal scream ready to be unleashed, and I had to chase it down.

Abruptly I locked my legs and gently put my hands on his shoulders. Fred paused for a moment, gasping for breath. “What--?”

I flipped him over until he was on his back, and I was straddling him. He looked up at me first in surprise, and then in anticipation. “My turn to ride,” I said simply.

Lifting myself up, I impaled myself down upon him, making Fred squirm and throw his head back. At this new, sharper angle, I had more control, and it sent waves of goosebumps all the way through my body. I stared down at Fred through hooded eyes, watching the pleasure roll over his face as I moved, bouncing on top of him and drawing groans out of both of us. Fred slid hands up my body until he found my breasts, and squeezed, thumbs rolling and pinching my nipples.

“Ah, gods!”

The pleasure was building, and I wanted to ride it. I wanted to bring Fred with me. I wanted to make us oblivious to everything else in the world. As Fred met my thrusts, I threw my hair out of my face. Fred pulled my face down to his; instead of kissing me, he immediately turned his attentions to my neck, nibbling his way down and then biting.

“Oh, gods, yes,” he growled. “So close, Maggie...”

“Oh god oh god oh gods!” I moaned. I was so close, just a little more, a little more...

The coiling pleasure inside was growing, and I lost control. Crying out, I latched onto Fred as I came. Writhing on top of him, squeezing his arms, I abandoned myself to it all: the way my toes curled, my legs ached with tension, my entire torso felt like it was being speared with tiny electric shocks, and the undeniable ache that washed over my entire body.

“Fuck, Maggie—yes!”

Fred thrust hard inside of me a few more times, and then he moaned loudly as his orgasm crashed over him. His hands dug into my hips, welding me to him as I took all of him inside. For a very long moment, he held on, and then he went limp beneath me.

That was my cue to collapse as well, but I held myself up on my arms, just staring down at him. We were both gasping for breath, our hearts racing. I reached out to brush back his hair, which was damp and sticking to his forehead. His eyes were closed and his mouth was open. I couldn't help but smile as I looked him.

Incredibly, even as I lay on top of him with him still inside of me, I still wanted him. The desperation had abated somewhat, but I was surprised that the need was still there. One thing at a time, I reminded myself.

“Bloody hell,” he managed to gasp out at last, turning his head so he was looking up at me. His eyes were a little wide.

“You can say that again.”

Fred brought his hands up to my arms, gently rubbing. He shook his head once, smiling. “Now I know what happens when you deny someone the pleasure of your company,” he said.

I merely raised an eyebrow. “And what's that?”

He slid a hand down my hip and down my thigh, lingering on the soft material still clinging to me. “Drive them round the twist,” he grinned. “And then waltz back in one day, acting as if you'd had a taste or two of love potion, and drive a bloke mad with merciless shagging.”

Slowly sitting up, I tilted my head and gave him a funny look. “Funny, you don't look like you've gone mad yet,” I smirked. Glancing down to where we were still joined, I raised an eyebrow and flexed my internal muscles.

Fred groaned, his body twitching. “Damn it, woman, don't do that!”

“Sorry; was that part of driving you round the twist?”

Regaining control of himself, Fred pulled himself up into a sitting position, and I had to shift to let him without him getting hurt. His brown eyes were inches from mine, somewhat softened from the explosion of pleasure but also strangely focused. “If you're not careful, I'll show you what going without your company has done to me,” he said.

I couldn't stop the smile from spreading over my lips. “That sounds like a dare to me,” I said quietly.

“You can't deny that you've been in need as well,” he said, reaching down to lift my buttocks.

Wrapping my arms around his neck, I glanced over at the still-standing array of Wonder Witch products. “Just out of curiosity,” I began slyly, “what would happen if I happened to slip you a little love potion?”

Fred's eyebrows shot upward, and he glanced at the products once before meeting my eyes again. “Merlin's beard, Maggie, you've already got me at your beck and call; what more would you like?”

“I'm just curious. If I gave you a bit, what would it do?”

Shifting so that he was half-kneeling in front of me, Fred eyed me sternly. “Dunno,” he said at last. Given that I'm already rather taken with you, it could amplify the effects to the point where I might be convinced to do anything if you asked it. Might make a bit of an arse of myself following you around if it came down to it.”

“Hmm.”

Brushing back my hair, Fred leaned in close again, his breath warm on my face. “I admit, I don't really fancy putting any more power in your beautiful hands than you already have.”

Fingers lingering on his chest, I couldn't block the erotic images that flooded my mind. “To tell the truth, I'm more interested in finding out... what did you say, the effects of being denied my company?” I smiled innocently up at him.

A wicked look spread over his face, and he pulled me close, only to begin to push me backwards once more. “I see,” he said slowly. “Is there anything in particular you'd like to discover, Miss Charleson? I have a wide variety of pent-up ideas to show you that might be to your liking.”

I leaned back on my arms as Fred hovered above me, and I felt the excitement brewing inside of me again. I was still wet, my aching core still in need. I had to readjust to avoid slipping on some of the products around us, and as Fred approached I was ready for him. “I'm intrigued. Please feel free to be explicit, Mr. Weasley.”


Sometime later, we lay curled together on the floor. Fred's fingers repeatedly brushed my shoulder. I smiled, leaning into the crook of his neck, content with watching the little fireworks exploding over us.

“You know,” I said at last, “I think this is the first time I've literally seen fireworks go off when I orgasm. Did you plan on that?”

Fred chuckled, his body vibrating against mine, and he waved his wand again, sending another miniature volley off. Bright sparks of red, silver, blue, pinks, and greens exploded, some in pinwheels, some in ricocheting streaks. “Thought it might be nice to have a physical representation of the pleasure,” he said casually.

I sat up slightly and surveyed the damage. Three aisles worth of merchandise was now lying all over the floor. Some items were feebly stirring, either sending puffs of smoke or strangled voices tried to speak. Something was oozing near the front of the counter. I glanced down and pulled an Edible Dark Mark off my thigh. A half-crushed box of Nosebleed Nougats was under our legs. Scuttling on the floor nearby were a few feebly tweeting Exploding Parakeets.

“This is impressive. I think we nearly took out half this level of your store.” I looked down at Fred, who pushed himself up to half-sit up.

He surveyed the damage as well. “Not a bad start. Although I wager with a little more effort we could make our way up to the second level and do some more damage there.” He waggled his eyebrows, then leaned in and kissed my shoulder.

I shivered delicately. “I'd complain about cleaning it all up, but all you have to do is wave your wand, right?” I leaned over his naked body and found his wand sticking out of the back pocket of his pants; I was amazed I could find it.

“Really, you don't have to leave where you are.”

Rolling over so that I was lying on my back across his lap, I grinned up at Fred, who had sat up all the way. His hair was falling into his eyes, and his lips were totally swollen and kissable. “Have I told you lately how very sexy you are?” I asked.

Gliding a finger over my lips, down my neck, and between my breasts, Fred smirked. “I think this last bit of shagging spoke well enough on its own, but I appreciate the sentiment. Besides,” he paused, dragging fingers over the stockings still on my legs, “I'm not the one in these amazing things. I swear it's the sexiest thing you've ever worn.”

Arching against his gentle touch, I smiled. “Oh, honey, this is positively subtle compared to some of the things I've worn.”

Fred raised his eyebrows. “That right. Well... I don't suppose I could convince you to do some modeling for me sometime?”

I twirled his wand between my fingers. It was long, almost gently pliable but extremely durable. I raised it and made invisible patterns in the air. To me, it would always be just a stick of wood. To Fred, or anyone else with magical blood, it was a tool of great power. Flicking my eyes up to meet Fred's gaze, I gently touched the wand to my chin, and slowly drew it down, Fred's eyes tracking its progress: down my neck, over one breast and then the other, slowly over my torso and gearing towards other destinations...

Grabbing my hand, Fred asked, “How did you learn the improper uses of a wand?”

Grinning, I let Fred gently take the wand out of my hand. “Lots of practice?”

He smirked. Uttering a few words, he brought the wand over my pelvis and waved it in a pattern. Slow fingers of red curled out of the wand and traced themselves over my body, and wherever they touched sent little jolts like electricity of pure heated pleasure through me.

“Oh!”

I writhed under the magical fingers, arching upward. When I looked up again, Fred was waving the wand again, and this time dark blue smoky fingers emerged. Some curled around my pelvis, some moved up to brush over my breasts and caress my face. Each place they touched felt as if dozens of fingers were keyed in directly to my nerves, making me break out in goosebumps and slowly spreading heat.

“Fred,” I purred, looking up at him wide-eyed. This was something very new to me.

He smiled, evidently pleased at having me writhing for him. “Have I told you we're thinking of expanding into a new line of mature witch and wizard products?” he said, dragging the wand over my flesh.

My eyes widened further. “Really?”

Fred leaned in, doing something I couldn't see, and then my back arched as my eyes rolled back into my head. “We could always use a volunteer to help us test out the products as we make them,” he whispered.

I felt like my body was on fire, burning with desire and need. I'd had no idea that magic could be so much fun. “Mmm,” I murmured. “Keep doing that, and I'm likely to do anything you want.”