Magical Mugwort

I heard him get to his feet just as I leaned against the arm of my couch, smirking to myself. I liked a man who could compete with me on snarkiness and imagination. I liked that Fred wasn't about to get put off by my harmless teasing, and I really liked that he was every bit that he had talked himself up to be.



I felt his lips on the back of my neck as he brushed my hair aside, and I closed my eyes. His arousal was pressing against my ass, reassuring me that he was quite ready for the next part of our foray. His lips were so sweet, they made my skin tingle. As his hands slid down my arms to touch my waist, I made a subtle change of my footing and slid my own hands up to wrap around his neck.



“Gods, Maggie,” he whispered against my flesh, clearly reigning in his desire. “What is it about you that's got me so out of control?”



Taking a slow, deep breath to counteract my rising heartrate, I made a noncommital sound and held his head closely to me so that he nipped at my skin again. The way his fingers were pressing into my waist had me knowing that he would likely snap at any moment.



“Don't know,” I replied innocently. “Couldn't be because I'm the first girl who's ever seduced you.”



“No one's ever seduced me the way you have,” he answered firmly, the trace of a growl in his voice as he brushed aside my hair.



I arched my back and sent my ass pressing against his pelvis, earning a moan and a tightening grip on my waist. It made me smile; I still had control. Rotating my lower body against him the way I had earlier earned me a warning nip at my ear and a low groan from Fred.



As punishment, he slid a hand down my front until he came to my still sensitive sex and began to stroke me slowly, earning a small squeal from me. Fred chuckled in my ear as he deftly slid a finger inside of me. I made a small cry, hunching forward in response to his touch. At the same time, he pressed his hard erection against my ass, gliding it smoothly between my cheeks.



“Turnabout's fair play, luv,” he whispered. “I want to keep you wanting me.”



Moaning loudly, I moved myself and leaned over the arm of the couch, presenting myself to him. “Not a problem, really.”



Fred slowly withdrew his finger from me. With both hands on my hips, he pulled me back a little and I felt his cock sliding down towards my waiting opening. I stared hard at the couch, taking small, shallow breaths as I waited for him. I could feel his impatience, his lust, his barely there restraint.



At last I felt him pressing against my folds. I whimpered with want, and then he slowly slid inside of me. I clutched at the couch, purring loudly. Fred gasped behind me as he pushed himself all the way inside. He filled me so well.



“Ah, gods, Maggie,” Fred groaned. “So bloody good...”



He started slowly, easing himself back before just as slowly easing back in. It sent ripples of pleasure throughout my body, and I adjusted my feet so that I could keep my balance better. I moaned softly, luxuriating in the way he felt inside of me: just as good as I had imagined. I was still as wet as before, letting him slide easily in and out of me.



Bracing my arms against the couch, I let him thrust for a short time before I began moving in time to meet his thrusts. The impact of our bodies meeting was extraordinary. I felt my eyes flutter as he pressed inside of me, a desperation so keen that I was ready to scream.



“Harder, Fred,” I purred. “Fuck me harder.”



I heard him groan, his fingers still digging into my hips. “Right.”



Fred increased his thrusts and suddenly he was striking a whole new spot inside of me. I cried a loud, desire shooting through me like a second bloodstream. Fred was starting to pick up on the things that made me cry out. His member was pushing so hard inside of me, stimulating all kinds of nerves. As he began thrusting harder and faster, I began to moan more and more.



My legs were screaming with tension, but I barely noticed. As Fred leaned over me, he slid an arm around my torso, fingers brushing my breasts. I felt his hot breath on my back, his soft hair skimming my flesh. It was a rush of sensations, and the more he pounded me, the more I felt myself getting lost in him and what he was doing.



“Maggie...” he moaned at my ear. “Fuck, Maggie... you feel so good...”



I tilted my head a little towards his so I caught his lips on my cheek. I opened my eyes just a slit and saw the rush of pale skin and red hair, caught the close-eyed expression he himself wore. A particular thrust caught me unawares, and I cried out. This seemed to spur Fred on, and the arm around my waist gripped me tighter, as if making sure I could not scoot away from him.



My fingers were near to tearing holes in my couch, but I didn't care. The feel of Fred's body over mine was almost more than I could handle. I vaguely thought that I hadn't been fucked like this in a long time.



“Fred,” I moaned, raising an arm to snake around his head and holding him to me. “Oh, gods, Fred...”



He gasped out, “Love hearing you say that.”



Suddenly his hand slid down over my stomach, fingers inching towards my pelvis. I groaned as his fingers brushed over my sensitive nub. I squirmed against him, desperate to feel everything. Before he had done more than a few deft strokes I felt that sweet thunder swelling inside my lower regions.



“Oh, gods, Fred, more, just there, please...”



Fred moaned against my ear, performing admirably at screwing me and stroking me with expert precision. The waves just kept building and I felt myself trembling, moaning uncontrollably.



Just as suddenly, the waves began to peak. The louder I screamed, the more frantic Fred became. He began to moan near as much as me.



“Oh, fuck, yes, god, Maggie...”



My body went rigid and I screamed in pleasure as the orgasm hit, vibrating through every part of my body. Fred abandoned his touch on me to wrap his arm securely around my waist to keep me in place as he thrust harder than ever inside of me. The combination of my orgasm and Fred's clearly approaching orgasm made me convulse.



A few more urgent thrusts and Fred's fingers dug sharply into my flesh. I gasped for breath as he seemed to fill me further, and I felt him shoot his seed deep inside of me. He cried out, burying his head in the side of my neck as he thrust a few more times, his body rigid.



The intense waves of pleasure slowly began to dissipate, and I felt a warm glow shooting through me. Fred slumped over me, his body heavy and slick with sweat. I struggled to get control over my racing heart, basking in the afterglow that captured us both. For a long time neither of us moved, nor spoke. Something content filled me, something peaceful even. As awkward as our position was, I still relished the feelings of his slack body resting on mine, the way his hot breath made me sweat even more.



At last, Fred slowly disjoined himself from my body, and I slagged against the couch once before forcing myself to move forward to lie down on the couch.



“Oh my god,” I murmured, laughing a little.



“That's it?” he said between breaths. “You get shagged and have a laugh?”



Fred moved beside me, sitting down at my feet. He looked at me with a mixture of exhaustion and pure satisfaction.



I grinned, playfully kicking him. “Bother you,” I answered. “Best shag I've had in a long time.”



He touched my leg, running his fingers up and down the curves of my flesh repetitively. “Too bloody right.” He met my gaze, running a hand through his tousled hair. “Fuck, Maggie, you're...” He paused, as if trying to come up with the right word. “Wild,” he decided.



I matched his grin, propping my head up on one hand. “No less than yourself,” I countered, studying his satisfied features. “You, dear boy, are quite up to the talk.”



Fred looked not a bit pleased with himself, but he shook his head. “Nah, luv. Nothing compared to you. Never seen a woman like you before.”



I shrugged. “That's because there are no women like me. Learn that.”



“Oh, I did.”



I lay there, feeling quite pleased with the way the evening had gone. Glancing at the windows, I saw it was well past dark outside now. Wondered what time it was. And I was instantly glad that I had had Andrew perform that Silencing Charm, otherwise my neighbors would likely be knocking on my door demanding either an explanation or a demonstration.



Finally swiveling my head, I glanced up at the clock over the fireplace. Half past nine, nearly a quarter to ten.



“Well, so much for our evening.”



Fred glanced at the clock and shrugged. “Can't think of any better way we could have spent it.”



I gave him a mock-hurt look. “So all you wanted was to have a shag and leave then, is that it?”



Fred clearly saw the teasing look in my eye, and he responded by grabbing me and pulling up to him. I laughed. “You bloody well know that's not the way I thought,” he said. “But I wasn't about to tell you to stop. That would have made me the biggest prat in England.”



Running a finger over his face, I smiled. “I wasn't sure. Some men like a shag and then a quick exit.”



He smiled, running fingers through my hair. “Well, then you've been with the wrong men,” he said. “And to prove it, I'm going to take you out now.”



“Won't your mother worry about you?”



He scoffed. “Mum couldn't get me out of the house fast enough when I told her I was meeting you. Which reminds me, she's asked me to tell you that you are requested for family dinner on Sunday. Said she was so impressed by the fact that there was a girl that apparently saw me and George as gallant that I think she aims to initiate you into the family.”



The invitation surprised me. “Dinner with the family? I hardly know you. Or George. Seems a little soon to be hanging with the family.”



Fred looked at me with an almost unreadable expression as he kept playing with my hair. “I don't think you understand my mum. If she takes a liking to a girl that's on good terms with me and George, then she's set to keep them around. Not interested in coming?”



I could see there was a bit of anxiety beneath his confident features. I remembered the family and how loving they so obviously were. Smiling again, I gave him a kiss. “I'd be delighted to go,” I answered. “Just surprising, is all.”



There was a measure of relief in his eyes as he grinned. “Brilliant. Just be prepared to answer a lot of questions.”








A short time later, we were walking on the streets. Close to my flat was a wonderful pub that I'd discovered shortly after moving in, and I'd been a regular there ever since. It was small but cozy, and the bartenders all knew me on sight. It was like a lot of London pubs, crammed with funny trinkets and loud televisions, with an ever steady supply of alcohol and surprisingly good food.



Holding hands with Fred, I led him towards The Golden Knight. Fred stared up at the sign outside the dark pub and he raised an eyebrow.



“Doesn't look golden at all, does it.”



Smirking, I prodded him forward. “Relax. It's got wonderful food.”



As we entered, I noticed it was surprisingly busy for a weekday night, but I thought rugby season was starting up, which meant that soon enough every pub in the city would be jam packed. We meandered towards the bar, which was currently being tended by a tall, dark-haired man with ice blue eyes and, I knew, a rolling deep voice that had a way of drawing people to it.



“Evening, Michael.”



The bartender looked up and broke into a wide grin. “Ah, Maggie, was wondering when I'd see your beautiful face again. It's been a few days, luv, where you been keeping yourself?”



As we approached the bar, I leaned forward to give him a kiss on the cheek. “I've been busy at work. Rough times.”



He leaned forward and gave me a good, solid look with those gorgeous eyes of his. “So when are you going to let me take you out, Maggie?” he asked smoothly.



I raised an eyebrow and smiled knowingly. “Maybe someday when you don't have a girlfriend at home, Michael. It wouldn't be proper.”



Michael laughed, touching my chin. “Ah, Maggie. You know I'd drop everything if you asked.”



Leaning back, I waggled a finger at him. “And that, dear sir, is a dangerous thing to admit. I might use that to my advantage.”



“You're welcome to use me whenever you like, luv.” He grinned and nodded at Fred. “You're a lucky bloke, mate. This girl here has been tormenting me for months but I see you got lucky enough.”



Fred seemed quite amused by the whole thing. He raised a hand to touch my newly reinvigorated curls. “Quite aware of how lucky I am. Maggie's got something special, no doubt about that.”



“Too right. Usual for you, Maggie?”



I nodded. “Send 'em to the table over there, will you? Is Amy on tonight?”



Michael nodded. “I'll send her your way, luv.” He gave me a knowing wink, and turned to make the drinks.



As we moved towards the lone table that was sitting near the wall, Fred pulled me into a tight hug. “Look at you,” he teased. “See I'm not the only man vying for your exquisite attentions.”



“Oh, Michael's as much a flirt as I am, Fred. It's all done in fun.”



Taking our seats across from one another, I found myself staring at Fred. My mind was already going into replay mode over the evening thus far. My stomach was rumbling softly, and I was quite ready to eat. After everything we had done, it was no wonder I needed to refuel. Even sitting in the noisy pub, I could still feel the way Fred's hands had worked their own magic on me.



I was brought out of my reverie by Fred taking my hand and placing kisses along the palm. Raising an eyebrow, I said, “And just what do you think you're doing, Mr. Weasley?”



Fred gave me a wicked grin over our hands. “Bringing you back to me. You were looking awful deep in thought there, luv. Can't have that.”



“Oh, afraid of a girl who thinks, now, are you?”



“No... I'm afraid you might have just as wicked an imagination as I do. You could give me a run for my money for troublemaker.”



Giving him a partly sultry smile, I leaned forward slightly. “Ah, but all the troublemaking I do is far different than what you do, my dear. I don't own a joke shop.”



Fred didn't blink. There was still a hunger lying behind his eyes that I didn't think had ever left. He kissed my hand again, his lips curved. “Trouble's still trouble.”







We spent the next couple of hours at the pub, eating, drinking, and telling stories of our respected childhoods. Fred had some truly amazing stories of growing up in a family of nine, and I was often hunched over the table laughing. It felt so good to open up to someone, to simply sit and eat and laugh as the pub grew louder. Eventually we moved to one of the outside tables and luxuriated in the cool breeze that swept down the street.



Every time I looked at him, I felt a warmth spreading inside of me. It was more than lust, I decided. Fred was an amazing guy, and it had been a long time since I had let my guard down with anyone. I wasn't even sure how it happened. All of a sudden I was talking as easily about my growing up as he was, and I didn't feel as if I had to hide anything.





Somewhere around midnight, we were hand in hand, walking back towards my flat. Fred had tried the Muggle beer and found himself tottering a bit before switching to something different. I, on the other hand, had indulged in several drinks but was still quite sober. I had good tolerance.



“Well,” Fred said as we stood outside my flat. “This has been a most illuminating evening.”



I smiled, letting my fingers wrap around his. “Illuminating how?”



The breeze was ruffling his soft hair, and I reached up to smooth it back from his face. Fred pulled me close, his hands warm. “Got to see quite a different side of you, didn't I.”



I almost felt a blush rise in my cheeks, but I kept it at bay. “And same of you.” I looked up at him for several silent moments before I spoke again. “I really had a good time with you, Fred. Probably the most relaxing evening I've had in a long time.”



He raised an eyebrow, that mischievous grin on his face once more. “If you call that relaxing, luv, then I guess I'll have to try harder next time.”



There was a strength in his arms and a stirring in his body that led me to believe he was more than willing to make another go of it right now. The idea was appealing, but I knew better than to stay up all night.



“Mmm,” I murmured, placing a kiss on his chin. “Guess you will have to prove it to me later.”



He raised a hand and slipped it through my hair, placing his lips against my temple. “Sure you don't want me to come up now?”



I slid a hand down his back, loving the way his muscles shifted. “I would, but I have an early day at work tomorrow,” I replied reluctantly. “And don't you have a shop to open tomorrow as well?”



Fred made a sound of protestation. “Yes,” he admitted reluctantly.



I pulled back enough to look up into his face, and gave him a winning smile. “Trust me, Fred. This is not the last time you'll see me. Besides, I'm due at your family's house on Sunday for dinner, correct?”



This seemed to make him smile again. “Yes, and you bloody well better be there.”



“Of course. But in the interest of keeping you wanting me for a few days...”



I stood on tip toe and kissed him soundly, slowly at first before I teased his lips with my tongue. I felt the urge he had to deepen the kiss, but I wouldn't let him. Instead, I gave him a teasing flick and slowly pulled away, giving him a very focused gaze.



Fred stared at me, briefly running his tongue over his lips. “If you're wanting to say good night, luv, that's not the best way to go at it.”



Giggling, I gave him a short but sweet kiss and turned towards my building. “Good night, Fred.”