Magical Mugwort

As the flames died down, I finally turned to Fred with what I hoped was a disarming smile. “Sorry about that,” I said sweetly. “My brother decided to drop by earlier. He's a good kid but a pain in the ass.”



Fred looked amused as hell. He raised an eyebrow. “That's no problem, luv,” he said. “I think he's a nice kid. Great potential. And I do have to ask, what's this about a Silencing Charm?”



The way he was looking at me suggested all too many things I had been trying not to think about all day. Again there was that look in his eyes, the one that suggested many dark and naughty things. I straightened my back and shrugged gracefully. “No idea. Probably just his way of being the little prankster. He loves to embarrass me at inopportune moments. And to think I let him stay. He will pay for that,” I added under my breath.



“Hmm. Kids, eh? Siblings usually are the bane of all.” I could tell he didn't believe my little lie one inch.



“And mine is no exception.”



I took a moment to look him over again, really enjoying the way the red brought out his hair and his eyes. He looked a lot broader than I thought. Maybe it was just the way he held himself now, but he looked unbelievably good. For just a moment I remembered the quick kiss George had given me, and found myself wondering if Fred kissed the same way. That quickly led down to wondering what other things Fred could do well...



“Anyways,” I said, deliberately drawing away from my thoughts. I offered a sly smile to Fred, enjoying the way he kept looking at me. “So what would you like to do tonight, Fred? There's a few places I can show you around if you like. Give you the grand tour of this place if you like.”



Fred smiled at me, glancing around the flat. “The night's yours, luv. We can do anything you like.”



That was as dangerous a statement as anything. I had to calm myself down to refrain of doing all the naughty things that were running through my head.



“All right.” I clasped my hands in front of me as I approached him steadily, eyes locked on his. I extended a hand, and waited until he took mine. As his fingers slid into my grasp, I felt a warm tingle rush through me. Smiling knowingly, I said, “Well, there's one or two things that I can think of.”



“Is that right,” Fred replied, pulling me closer to him until our bodies were mere inches apart. His fingers absently rubbed over my hand, his other hand rising to toy with my hair, brushing it back from my face before letting his fingers trail down my shoulder and to the front of my shirt. “Lovely blouse,” he commented, sliding a finger into the very lowest dip of the material.



I managed to suppress a shiver at the feel of his finger on my flesh. It was the barest of touches, but it was enough to make that warmth pool between my legs again. Making sure I kept my eyes on his face, I said softly, “Thank you. I hoped you might like it.”



“Oh, I do. It's very flattering on you.” He continued to toy with the fabric, offering me a coy grin.



I slowly stroked his hand, and raised my other to the bottom of his shirt, touching his waist. “Well, I did want to look nice for you tonight. So glad you approve.”



“No worries there. You'd look smashing in anything.” Fred met my gaze, then lowered it as his fingers edged inside of my shirt. His fingers were warm and my eyes fluttered once. His eyes met mine again as his fingers slid all the way inside, touching my waist. I felt my nipples immediately harden, and I gripped his shirt tightly. His eyes seemed to be asking for my permission, searching my face.



My breathing was slightly ragged, as hidden as I tried to make it. His fingers lingered on my skin, sliding up ever so slowly. “I look even better with nothing on at all,” I said, unflinching.



Fred looked at me, something changing in his eyes then. A hot warmth seemed to fill him as his lips curled upward, his hand suddenly hot against my skin. “That right,” he replied. “Well, I may have to see if that's true.”



I felt his hand hesitate in moving. I took a step forward, forcing his hand to rise to the underside of my breast. “So soon?” I teased. “But we barely know each other, Fred. What kind of girl would I be to let you... examine me so quickly?”



“I have no intention of doing anything quickly, luv,” Fred replied huskily.



Swallowing once, I smiled broadly. “Isn't that a relief,” I replied. “For a minute I thought I might have to worry about you ravishing me.”



“Yes, wouldn't want that, would we,” he said, his thumb brushing the underside of my breast and causing tingles to run through me.



“Of course not.” I hooked my fingers around the top of his pants and pulled him closer. My gaze flicked over his face, focusing on his lips. They looked so supple and begging me to kiss them. I didn't think I could resist that much longer. My entire body was begging for his touch. “But if you did decide to, then I think I would have to repay you in kind, you know.”



He raised his eyebrows, thumb sliding up and over my nipple, flicking it gently. I inhaled sharply, a small quiver starting in my legs. His eyes were focused on my face, glancing down once to watch his own hand at my breast. His eyes were dilated, saying so much without any words. “You really shouldn't tempt me like that, luv, or else I might wind up doing something very reproachable,” he said, thumb circling my nipple.



It was all I could do not to moan outright. Instead, I slid my hand under his shirt and found his flesh, warm and soft, muscles taut underneath. Casually dragging my nails over his skin, I slid one finger beneath the lining of his pants, curious as to what he was wearing underneath. “Do I tempt you, then, Fred?” I asked innocently. “Is there something about me that you fancy?”



His hand cupped my breast, squeezing. He brought up our joined hands and folded my arm behind my back, a strangely erotic pose that brought some interesting domination scenarios to mind. “I think you know exactly what you do to me, Maggie,” he said. “Since I first saw you you've been a very naughty girl inside my head. I didn't think you'd let me near you.”



I glanced down at his hand, then back up at him. I tentatively moved my arm, but he held tighter, keeping that arm motionless. I smiled in delight, meeting his gaze again. “And why wouldn't I let you near me, eh? Think I'm too much woman for you?”



He grinned, sliding his hand between my breasts slowly. “Hard to say there, but I think you'll be surprised at how much man I am,” he replied.



I slid my hand to the front of his pants, edging a finger tantalizingly down the front and finding a pair of silky boxers there. Biting my lip ever so gently, I leaned forward just close enough to breathe warmly on the base of his neck, eliciting a slight shudder from him. “Is that so,” I whispered, flicking my tongue ever so lightly over his skin and slid my fingers lower down his boxers.



Fred made a low sound, hand grasping the arm behind my back firmly. “Mmm. It bloody well is.” He lowered his lips to my ear. “You are absolutely the most amazing girl I've ever seen. Why is it every time I see you all I can think about is how much I want to touch you?” His hand moved up between my breasts and began sliding my shirt aside.



I rubbed my head against his, luxuriating in the sensations as he exposed my breast. I wanted him to kiss and bite my neck, to feel him ravage me. The more we teased each other, the more unbearable it was becoming. “You've only seen me twice now,” I pointed out.



“Ah, but that's not counting the thoughts I've had.”



Grinning, I pulled my arm out of his grasp and slid his hand down to my ass. He grabbed and pulled me up against him. “Naughty boy.”



“You have no idea, luv.”



I licked a long line up his neck, then whispered against his ear, “Good. I like naughty.”



“Excellent.”



He kissed my neck and I nearly moaned. I leaned my head back, affording him more flesh to explore. His lips sought my skin, kissing gently at first, then harder and harder until his teeth were nearly biting me.



“Harder,” I whispered.



He bit me then, and I gasped in delight. Shudders were running down my back. I hissed as he bit me again and brought a hand up to his head, twining my fingers in his incredibly soft and beautiful red hair. “Oh sweet Merlin,” I breathed, my juices running fast now. I slid my other hand up his shirt, anxious to feel his skin.



Fred moved up to my ear, his breath hot against me. “Like that, do you,” he whispered, his voice warm and amused. He gripped my ass firmly, squeezing and keeping me close to him. Like he needed to try!



I found his chest and discovered that he was far more muscular than he appeared; all that Quidditch had done him good. I ran my fingers over his nipple, pinching gently. He moaned and buried his face in my neck, kissing and licking every inch of skin he found. Releasing my hold on his hair, I brought both hands up to his chest, slowly unbuttoning his shirt.



When at last I finished, I spread his shirt out and let my hands explore his bare chest. All I wanted now was to jump on him and have my dirty way with him. Deep down I knew it wouldn't take long, but prolonging a first encounter is critical to maintaining excitement and passion. Granted, I didn't normally go quite this fast with anyone I just met... okay, that was a lie. If I met someone and I wanted to get laid, I wouldn't hesitate. And Fred Weasley was one who I was absolutely attracted to.



Fred finally brought his head up and gazed down at me, his lips slightly swollen, his eyes shining with unabashed lust. He was breathing slightly heavy as he raised his hands to my cheeks, holding my head in his hands. “I've been wanting to do this from the moment I saw you,” he said.



“What's that?” I asked, slightly breathless myself.



He smiled and brought his lips to mine. I closed my eyes as I let my lips respond to his. They tasted soft, sweet, sinful. I loved the way they felt against mine. I grabbed onto his broad shoulders and pulled him as close to me as we were able. We both stumbled and fell back against the wall, with him against the wall; my favorite position. I giggled, opening my eyes to see him grinning at me back.



“Forceful, aren't you, luv,” he said.



“You like it.”



A broader grin. “That I do.”



We kissed again, us holding on to each other so tightly it momentarily crushed the breath from me. As his lips parted I felt his warm tongue touch my lips. I readily opened my mouth and responded in kind, our tongues meeting. It was one of the best kisses I'd ever had. I wanted it to go on forever. My entire body was flaming with heat, every bit of flesh sensitive and aching. He was every bit as turned on as I was, maybe more, and he was aggressive in his own right. Aggressiveness turns me on, what can I say?



As I pressed myself to him, I could feel that his cock was already growing quite hard as it pressed against me. I was a little short to him, so it pressed against my low stomach. Good enough; I stood a little taller and low and behold, my pussy was ever so happy to feel it against it. Fred groaned softly, grabbing my hips and rocking me against him. Warm jolts of electricity spread through my lower regions, making me want him more. I slid my nails lightly down his chest, coming around to his waist.



When our lips parted just enough to draw breath, I stared up at him through hooded eyes, nearly drunk with desire. He brushed a finger down my cheek, kissing my nose once. My lips were aching with the effort and the want.



After a moment Fred breathed, “Can I ask you a question?”



Sliding my hands down his chest, luxuriating in the feel of his naked skin, I gave him a knowing smile. “Of course.”



He brushed back my hair and caught my gaze, breath warm on my face. “I'm probably daft for asking, but are you sure you want to do this?”



The question surprised me. It had been a long time since someone had cared enough to ask if I was making a good decision or not. And studying his eyes I saw a hint of doubt swimming just under the lust that was shining there. It was incredibly endearing and just strengthened my decision all the more.



I smiled up at him,brushing back a lock of red hair that had fallen into his face. “You,” I said softly, “are incredibly sensitive. Worrying about my virtue?”



Fred shrugged slightly, looking away for a moment. “Just wouldn't feel right if you weren't sure, you know?” he said.



That clinched it. I stood on my tiptoes and placed a kiss on his cheek. “You really are a gentleman,” I whispered. “Trust me, at this moment, there is nothing I want more than to be close to you and show you all kinds of dark and dirty little things.”



His eyes widened just a touch, but a very masculine smile softened that little change. He touched my cheek, brushing the back of his knuckles over my skin. I leaned into him, rolling my eyes upward to look at him. “Just wanted to check.”



“Now you know.”



“Brilliant.”



Fred leaned down and caught my lips again, pulling me against him. I slid my arms around his neck, keeping us attached. I could practically feel his heart pounding against his chest. One of his hands slid into my hair and clutched tightly, tugging ever so gently. I gasped slightly into his mouth, and he chuckled in response.



“You are a little minx,” he mumbled against my mouth, and tugged my hair again.



I moaned against his lips, twining my hands in his hair and squeezing, if for nothing else than to keep myself under control. But I was losing that battle rapidly. If I didn't get control of one of us, we would be fighting a losing battle. But I was all right with that, too. I wanted to make him beg, though. I wanted to hear him plead for me.



Flicking my tongue against his lips, I slid my hands down his chest, reveling in the touch of him. He ran his fingers through my hair, and I took a moment to stare into his eyes. They were so clear, so full of life and mischief and soul. At the moment, they were filling with a growing haze of lust, although at the same time made his gaze very clear.



I casually brushed a hand over his groin, and Fred startled as if I'd burned him. At the same time, his eyes widened, and I saw the rush roll over him. A slow smile curled at the edge of my lips. I made the same movement again, slowly and deliberately. This time, Fred inhaled sharply, his eyes fluttering briefly.



“Well, look at that,” I said softly, lighting brushing my fingers over his groin again, unflinching as his cock seemed to grow even more. Rolling my eyes up to look into Fred's face, I gave him my curling smile. “Seems as if someone is very happy to be here.”



It took a moment before Fred answered. “Nowhere else I'd rather be.”



My mind went straight to the gutter. I grinned knowingly up at him, allowing myself to run my fingers languorously up his cock, and thus earning a shudder and soft moan from him. The sound sent a shiver of lust down my spine. “Nowhere else, huh.” I met his eyes as I brought a hand to my chest, and slowly slid it down between my breasts, down my stomach, towards my own sex. “Nowhere else you'd like to be?”



Fred watched my hand sinking lower. Finally when he met my eyes again, it was with a look of heat and desire, the look of a man who was plotting. “Well,” he amended, reaching for my shoulder and sliding my shirt away, exposing my breast, “there may be one or two other places I might like to be in.”



He brushed his fingers over my shoulder and down my arm, eyes flicking down to see my form. Small shivers touched my flesh and I watched Fred as he smiled.



“Absolutely lovely,” he murmured. He reached up and slid the other side of my shirt down, exposing my other breast. “Merlin, luv,” he said softly, “those are about the most beautiful things I've ever seen.”



“Told you I looked better with nothing at all,” I smirked.



Fred met my eyes, a wicked gleam in his eyes. “The top half, of course. Still more to be seen before I make a full judgment, though.”



Raising an eyebrow, I shoved the offending garment down and off my body. I reached up and pressed my naked breasts against his naked chest, ever so softly, then slid upwards. I felt Fred inhale sharply and I pressed a kiss to his neck. I kissed harder, before licking up to his ear.



“So hasty,” I breathed.



Turning around, I started to move away.



Fred's hands caught my waist, pulling me back. “And where do you think you're going?” he demanded playfully, his hair brushing against my cheek. “Not bailing out on me, are you?”



I grinned softly and turned my face enough so I felt his breath on my cheek. “And what would you do if I tried?” I asked coyly, placing my hands over his. “Is there something about me that you'd like to take a closer look at?”



Fred chuckled, the sound vibrating from his chest. “Don't know, luv,” he said, sliding his hands down my hips and towards my thighs, gaining a firm grip on my waist. “I think maybe touching would help out a bit more than just looking.”



Ah, the hormones of the male species.



I pressed myself back, gently swaying from side to side and making certain that my ass was gliding over his cock. It was pressing urgently against me, stiff and quite eager. As I moved, I felt Fred press his fingers harder into my flesh as he inhaled sharply. The more I swayed and rolled, the more tense I felt him become.



“Touch,” I said softly. “I agree. There is so much more to feel.”



I slowly rotated my hips again, then leaned over, pressing my ass fully against his cock. When I was leaning halfway over, I glanced over my shoulder to see Fred biting his lip, and I smiled.



“You bloody tease,” he whispered. “Is that what you're on about, torturing a bloke till he can't handle anymore?”



“Aw, Fred,” I drawled. “I thought you might be interested in seeing what I looked like from another angle. Maybe give you some new ideas.”



Fred met my gaze, his cheeks sporting a flush. “Oh, I've already got plenty of ideas, luv. You're right, though. I like this angle. Figure maybe we can get more comfortable, though, make it less constrictive.”



“Oh?” I put on my innocent face. “I'm feeling just fine. But you...” I pulled myself back up and slowly slid down his body once.



As I slid back up, Fred groaned. “Blimey, Maggie, why do you have to torture me? I thought we were getting on so well.”



Facing him, I took a step back, allowing him to look me over from head to toe. “Oh, are you feeling a little overwhelmed, Fred? Am I going too fast for you?”



Something like a low growl escaped his throat. Fred grabbed my arm and pulled me back to him. “See what you do to me? Hardly too fast, luv. Not fast enough, in my humble opinion.”



I liked it. The wild side of Fred Weasley was starting to appear, the impatient and lust-driven side that every man has. I could see the way his eyes were starting to burn, and every view of his toned chest was making me tap into that seductive side of myself. Or maybe it was the narcissistic and selfish side of myself, because I wanted to let go.



Licking my lips, I slid a hand down his chest, all the way down to his groin. At my touch, Fred released another growl, eyes squeezing shut for just a moment. I slowly began to rub him, feeling the outline of him against his pants.



“Fast enough yet?” I asked softly, watching his face as I touched him. “Or should I perhaps try something a little speedier?”



Without waiting for his reply, I used my other hand to unbutton his pants. Before I slid the zipper, I paused, meeting Fred's gaze. The flush was brighter in his cheeks, a hint of frustration in his eyes. He slid his hands down to mine, unzipping his pants himself. I smiled.



“A tad eager, Fred? And what do you think I'm going to do with this?”



Fred gazed at me, his breathing slowly ragged. “Anything you want, luv, so long as you touch me.” I stroked his cock again, and his eyes rolled back. “Gods, Maggie, please, just touch me.”



And there it was. The begging. The part I loved.



“That's what I like to hear.” I slowly pushed his pants away, his boxers next. When his cock sprang free, long and well-rounded, ever so hard, surrounded by curly red hair, I felt my own heart rate speed up.



Pushing him against the wall, I slowly took his cock in my hand, enjoying the feel of the velvety skin in my hand and the groan that Fred emitted. Watching his face, I said coyly, “Fred, there's something I feel I should tell you.”



Slowly opening his eyes, Fred gazed down at me with a slightly unfocused gaze. With each stroke I made, Fred barely suppressed a moan. “What's that, luv?” he asked hoarsely, raising a hand to run through my hair.



“I've been told that I just so happen to give the best blowjobs in several countries,” I said softly, continuing my slow torture of Fred's cock. The feel of it was making me unbelievably wet, and I could only think about what else I would do to him later. Shrugging slightly, I continued. “Apparently there's things I do that make men beg. Now, I don't know much about how it feels to get a blowjob.” I rubbed the head of his cock gently, running a finger along the underside of it and earning a surprised moan from Fred. I used my other hand to push aside his shirt and began teasing his nipples. Fred grabbed my hand, squeezing hard.



“But, I do feel confident that I know enough to get you to feel something very... pleasurable,” I continued, rapt in watching his face.



“That right,” he whispered. “Well... I'd be more than happy to give you feedback.”



I smiled, squeezing gently on his cock and stroking just a little faster. “Don't think I do this for everyone. You... I like the way you say my name.”



Fred swallowed hard, grabbing my head. “I'll say your name some more, then.” He kissed me hard, his lips scorching mine. I let him plunder my mouth, and gave back in kind. I would have been satisfied just to kiss him for the rest of the night. But having his tongue in my mouth and his cock in my hand was slowly becoming too much for me. I wanted to bring Fred over the edge and hear him scream my name. I wanted to feel those muscular arms around me, his body pinning me in place, and feel his cock taking me.



I gripped him tighter and stroked a little faster. Fred groaned into my mouth, his fingers pulling my hair again. I gasped slightly, shivers breaking out over my naked torso. He abruptly brought his other hand down my waist until he found the top of my jeans. I felt him pull at my button and unzip the zipper before I could move, his fingers slowly sliding inside. I trembled and emitted a sharp gasp as his fingers pressed over my silk panties, then moved them aside.



“Oh, gods,” I whispered into his mouth, as Fred began stroking my slit. I faltered in my own play with his cock, so ready to be taken and to let him have his way with me. The more his fingers stroked, so close to sliding inside of me, the more I felt my knees starting to go weak.



“Maggie,” he murmured, lips still close to mine. “Gods, you feel so good... You're so wet. Let me in, luv.”



The seduction was being reversed, and while I wasn't opposed to what Fred was doing, I was still determined to have him beg before I would.



Just as his finger started to press into my folds, I took a large gulp of air and made a particularly gentle but effective stroke on his cock. Fred startled, moaning. I opened my eyes to watch him close his. I took the opportunity to slowly slide out of his grasp, though reluctantly, I admit. Fred made a sound of protest, only to be replaced by a sharp inhalation as he watched me slide down to my knees.



“Maggie,” he gasped.



I rolled my eyes upward as I found myself facing his length. My heart was beating quickly, anticipation building inside of me. I let my tongue snake out to catch the head of his cock, earning a moan from Fred.



“Fred,” I whispered in a purr. “Do you want me to touch you more?”



He looked as if he was having difficulty speaking, but he finally managed a “Yes.”



Slowly touching his cock, leaning in to breathe heavily on it, I asked, “Do you want me to take your hard cock in my mouth, to suck you off, to make you feel that warm pleasure that rolls throughout your body?”



His eyes fluttered, a hand reaching out to catch my hair. “Merlin... yes, I want that, luv.”



Another stroke, a quick flick of the tongue that made him jump. “Mmm, sweet Fred. Such a lovely young man, with such sweet assets.” I smiled up at him, noting the way his cock seemed to grow even harder though I hardly touched him now. “You make me laugh, you make me feel like a woman, and who wouldn't in your presence? You're a good man, Fred, every inch of you. I love being around you, feeling your... wit. You're a charmer, Fred Weasley. I can easily see how you'd be one of the most desirable men around. I fell under your charms.”



I gave him a quick, hard stroke. Fred moaned loudly, leaning against the wall as his fingers tightened in my hair. His lips moved again, but nothing came out. I smiled to myself, knowing how well this approach worked. Stroke a man's ego, same as stroking a man's... well, you know.



Letting my fingers explore his sac with gentle precision, I continued my verbal stroking. “From the moment I saw you, I knew there was something special about you, Fred. You were so sweet, so charming, so seductive. I saw the way you looked at me, the way you licked the whipped cream off your fingers the way you wanted to lick it off of me instead.” I licked a drop of precum off the tip of his cock, and his entire body began to tremble.



Gently fondling his sac as I continued to stroke his cock, softly then quickly, I felt my own juices soaking through my panties, through my jeans. I was waiting for the opportune moment to take him in my mouth, and it would be soon, I could tell.



“Have you thought of me often, Fred?” I asked in the same, hypnotic, seductive tone. “Have you thought of me in the dark of night, wondering what I could do to you, wondering what you might do to me if I let you? Have you pictured me in your place, against the wall, at your mercy? Or have you thought of me riding you, taking you inside of me, making you sweat and plead, and letting me control when you come? Would you rather ride me, perhaps from behind, make me take you, make me whimper and plead for you? Perhaps you've even let slip that you want to do all that and more, one exquisite torture after another before you finally find release yourself.”



Fred cried out, his cock hardening further, his sac tightening as if he was on the brink of release now. As he gripped my hair tightly, he growled between gritted teeth, “Gods! Maggie... please. Please, now, please!”



Begging. That crucial point. I lived for that moment.



Without hesitation, I took his cock in my mouth, as far as I could. I opened my throat and let him slide in. Fred nearly screamed in pleasure, his body tensing. I performed the move again, letting my tongue taste him from all angles. I licked a long line up the underside of his cock. He tasted sweet and delicious, and I don't use those terms easily. He was so hard, so ready to come, and I just might let him go now.



His breathing was ragged, his entire body poised and ready for release. I stroked him hard and fast as I continued to suck him deeply into my mouth, alternating minor scraping of teeth with a low, vibrating hum that resonated from deep in my throat. Fred began to push himself deeper inside of me, his hands guiding my head. He was gasping for breath, that growl coming from deep in his chest.



“Gods, Maggie, oh, fuck, yes!”



As I took him down my throat again, Fred nearly screamed as his orgasm hit, hard and fast. His hands kept my head in place as his cock hardened and he shot his hot seed down my throat. I spared a glance upward to see his eyes shut tight, his mouth open, his face tense in pure pleasure. I sucked on his cock, milking him for all he had.



When at last his orgasm began to ebb, I swallowed hard, grimacing. The taste is never pleasant. His hands released their death grip on my hair, and he slacked against the wall. At last I slowly pulled back, just enough so I could lick his cock clean of any evidence. He groaned as I let his spent cock slip out of my mouth.



Leaning back, I looked up into Fred's face. He looked satisfied, perhaps surprised, spent, as if he'd run marathons. I felt not a small thrill of satisfaction rush through me, knowing that I did that to him, that I had made him beg and scream my name. I loved the look on his face, the way he looked right now. I had always had the right idea. When seducing a man, it had little to do with me. It had to do with making the man feel like he was a god.



Slowly getting to my feet, I touched Fred's waist, keeping him steady. He was beautiful when spent, I realized. Standing on my toes, I placed a gentle kiss on his cheek. “All right there, Fred?” I asked innocently.



Fred opened his eyes to look at me, a weary smile stretching across his face, chest heaving. He touched my cheek, fingers tender. “Bloody hell,” he said. “You weren't joking.”



I grinned, placing a hand over his. “About what?”



“About what, she says.” Fred chuckled. Standing upright, he said, “No girl has ever done what you did. Not by a long shot. If you're keeping tabs on satisfied blokes, you best keep me at top of the list, luv. I never...”



“Never what?” I prodded, gently kissing his fingers. “Never what, Fred?”



Taking a deep breath, he met my gaze. “Never fantasized about anything like that.”



A sly smile touched my lips. “You fantasized about me. I would never have guessed.”



Fred growled, pulling me close enough so that our faces were mere inches apart and I could see the sweat dotting his brow. “Like to play the innocent, don't you. That's how you really draw men to you. If you think for a moment that I haven't had naughty thoughts about you, then you're clearly mental.”



Being so close to him was doing nothing to lessen the burning desire that was coursing through my body. While he had had his pleasure, I was still yearning for my own. I placed a gentle, almost chaste kiss on his lips, still smiling. “What have you thought about, Fred?” I teased, running a hand up his chest.



His hand grabbed my waist, fingers pressing tightly into my flesh. “Think you already figured that out yourself, Maggie. You said it all so well just a bit ago. But there was something you're forgetting.”



I slid my hand down his torso, all the way till I felt his spent member beginning to twitch. Again? I hardly dared to think I would be so lucky. He bucked at my touch, pressing his lips to mine for a brief but intense kiss.



“I like to return favors.”



The promise in his words made my cheeks flush. I was taken off guard when he abruptly turned me around and placed me against the wall, pinning me with his body. I stared up at Fred, seeing the lust in his face; it had not abated at all. An almost painful wave of longing washed through my entire body, as well as intense arousal. I liked the way he was standing over me, the way the power was shifting.



“Thought we were going out tonight,” I teased.



Fred held my gaze, shedding his shirt and slowly pulling down my jeans. “Later. I'm not even close to being done with you yet.”



I watched as he pulled my shoes off, then slid my jeans down, leaving me only in my silk thong. His eyes drank in every inch of me, from the wide curve of my hips to the curves of my calves. When his eyes traveled back up to my face, his gaze was practically burning, a fresh desire in his face.



“You're an hourglass, luv. Perfect.”



I raised an eyebrow. “Better than you imagined?”



That cocked smile of his returned. “Way better.”



Fred leaned in and kissed my soft stomach, over and over again, moving upwards until he reached my breasts. I leaned back against the wall and closed my eyes, letting myself feel nothing but the firm and tender caresses of Fred's hands and lips. My skin was tingling wherever he touched me. I reached out and found his head, letting my fingers slide through his soft red-gold hair. As his lips found my breasts, I gasped, stiffening.



He cupped my breasts with both hands, his tongue circling my left nipple, bringing it to a stiff peak in seconds. His mouth was so warm and soft, his tongue decisive and skilled. I swallowed hard, my mouth suddenly very dry. Fred's body was still radiating heat, and I was taking it all in. I moaned as he moved to the other breast, taking just as much care and attention as he had with the other. I found myself emitting a sound like a purr as I lost myself in the way he touched me. He was not at all without skill. For a brief second, I wondered where he had acquired his skills. But in the next, all thought was banished as his teeth gently bit my nipple and I inhaled so sharply it made my entire body tremble.



Swallowing hard, I felt Fred gently slide a hand down my body until he was touching my left thigh. He squeezed, slowly coaxing my legs apart. I obediently shifted slightly, parting my legs as he asked.



“What do you think you're doing, Fred Weasley?” I asked breathlessly, looking down on him through half-closed eyes.



Fred rolled his eyes up to look at me, pulling back just enough so he caught my nipple with his tongue, sending another thrill through me. At the same time, his eager fingers drifted towards my sex, tracing a tattoo around my slit but not yet touching.



A mischievous smile touched his lips as he kept my gaze. “Something that's been turning around in my head all day,” he answered, his voice turned husky. “Returning the favor, remember?”



His fingers finally found their mark, and I found myself trembling as they touched the wetness of my silken folds, just stroking softly at the moment. I whimpered, hands pressed against the wall to help keep me upright. His fingers were warm and skilled, running easily the length of my slit, teasing but not entering, not yet.



I shut my eyes tightly, felt Fred stand up. When I tried to adjust my stance, he whispered, “No. Stay right the way you are. And keep your eyes closed.”



His breath was warm against my face, but I knew that he was very close to me. A few moments later, he pressed his free hand onto my hip, squeezing and keeping me still, and his lips came close to my ear. At that moment, his fingers that were spreading my juices slowly began to enter me. I felt two fingers slide inside my heated core, and I moaned loudly, bucking against his body.



“Oh, gods, Fred,” I whispered, reaching for his arms. His muscled arms rippled under my touch, his skin so soft and heated.



Fred flicked his tongue against my ear, drawing a quick breath from me. “I don't think I have quite as sweet a mouth as you do, luv,” he said against my ear, voice throaty and filled with lust, “but I guarantee that I can talk well enough to bring you pleasure.”



His fingers moved deeper, pushing their way farther inside. I groaned, grateful that I was leaning against the wall, otherwise I would have fallen already. I grabbed his hips to steady myself, and felt his own sex finding life again. I wanted to leap on him and take that inside of me, but that was still an afterthought compared to how focused I was on the way Fred's clever fingers were touching me.



He hit a particularly sensitive spot inside of me, and I cried out, biting my lip. Fred continued his moves, slow at first, then quicker and more insistent, then slow again. It was torture, but a blissful torture.



Fred kissed my ear, his breathing loud. “Do you like what I do to you, Maggie?” he whispered. “Do you like that it's me doing this to you?”



I wanted to open my eyes, but I was drowning in the touches and flicks he was inflicting on me. Gasping again, I breathed, “Yes... yes, more, Fred...”



His lips touched my neck, and he abruptly kissed hard just as his fingers pushed deeply inside of me, his thumb reaching out to flick my most sensitive spot. I cried out, clutching onto his body to keep me steady. He made a low growl in his throat as he continued to suck on my skin, distantly making me think I'd have a hell of a hickey come the morning. I turned my head towards his, craving his touch, wanting him and everything he could give me.



Fred caught my chin in his free hand and brought his face to mine, capturing my lips. I kissed him desperately, whimpering again as his tongue slid inside my mouth. I felt my body quivering, a swelling inside that was starting to grow, punctuated as he flicked my nub again and sending me into a fit state.



He disengaged himself from my lips, and I dared open my eyes to watch as he slid down my body. Without hesitation his lips found my pussy, his tongue licking up the juices that were running heavy. I cried out loudly, slamming my hands against the wall again. His tongue replaced his fingers, swirling and plunging deeply into me. Tremors were running through my body, making me shake and wonder if I would be able to stay on my feet.



“Oh, goddess... oh, Fred, ohhhhh...”



I had never felt someone who was so adept at what he was doing to me, and that was saying a lot. Fred seemed to know instinctively which angle affected me most, his tongue dancing inside of me. I felt so much heat I thought I would burst into flames. When he slowly turned his attention to my aching nub, I screamed, the building thunder beginning to rage. His fingers returned to exploring my hot center as he sucked and licked me into a wild frenzy.



Bright spots were beginning to appear behind my eyelids, and my lower region was aching as the pleasure began to overtake me. All of a sudden the storm broke over me, and I screamed, my entire body shaking and tensing at once. I grabbed at his head, fingers curling in his hair as the pleasure roared over me in an explosion of loss of sound and animalistic victory.



The rolls seemed to go on forever. At last, they began to subside, and I found myself whimpering again, leaning weakly against the wall, my legs like jelly. I felt Fred lapping at me still, before he finally disengaged his beautiful mouth from my sex. The energy that had bound me upright was failing, and I slowly allowed myself to slide to the floor. Fred guided my fall, arms encircling me.



I looked up into his face, wide-eyed, still gasping for breath. His eyes were dancing, a self-satisfied grin on his face. He stroked my hair out of my eyes.



“You...” I breathed, at a loss for words.



Fred smiled still, apparently very satisfied with my reactions. “All right, there, Maggie?”



Grinning broadly, I touched his face and kissed his lips once. I could still taste myself on him, and it was not revolting. “How'd you ever learn to do those things?” I asked between breaths, trying to get my pounding heart back under control.



“You didn't think that I had it in me? Shocked, I am.”



Playfully slapping his arm, I returned, “You know damn well what I meant.”



“You enjoyed well enough.”



“Mmm. That I did. Cheeky fuck.”



At that, Fred raised his eyebrows and laughed. But there was a smoldering look in his eyes that suggested he wasn't nearly as done as he seemed. “Fuck, eh. You know, I thought there was something else that I was missing.”



I raised my eyebrow in return, regarding him with a playful distrust. “And what makes you think that I'm guaranteeing anything else this evening, Fred Weasley?”



Fred searched my face, leaning over me in a predatory sort of way so that I felt his new erection pressing urgently against my thigh. “I would never assume that you guaranteed any sort of thing,” he said quietly, “though I would be right pleased to show you what else I can do for you. If you think you can handle it.”



His challenge made me smile. While he had gotten me off spectacularly well, I was still near trembling with desire, one that would not be sated until I was well and truly fucked.



“And how do you think this should go?” I asked sweetly, drawing a hand down his chest. “Would you like me to show you how it's done?”



The wildness in his eyes made them appear to burn, and he gently took my arms, bringing me closer to him. “Oh, luv, I think there's one or two things I can show you,” he answered, pressing his lips to my shoulder, layering gentle kisses all over my flesh.



“Mmmm.” I basked in his attentions, allowing myself the luxury of feeling his skin, finding out how broad his shoulders really were. “And how would you like it? Would you like to take me here on the floor, or would you like me on top?”



Fred licked a particularly sensitive spot on my collarbone and earned a shiver from me. “I was actually thinking back to what we were discussing earlier,” he murmured against me. “See, I rather like looking at you from behind. You have the most incredible arse I've ever seen.”



I grinned against his hair, inhaling the scent of peppermint and mugwort. “Want to pretend I'm someone else, do you? Can't look me in the face?” I teased.



Amazingly he didn't rise to my bait. Instead, Fred slowly nuzzled my neck again before kissing me thoroughly, pressing his tongue inside my mouth much as he had pressed it elsewhere just a short time ago.



He murmured against my mouth, “You'd be mental to think I'd want anyone else.”



Deciding that I really needed to have him inside of me soon or else I might burst, I slowly pulled away from him and got to my feet. I had the distinct pleasure of looking down at him, letting him look up my naked body and see the fleeting look of confusion on his face. I took the moment as well to observe his naked form, so well put together and so delicious. I could feel my body reacting to him yet again.



“Come on and get me, then,” I said slowly, moving towards the couch.