Fic ~ The Best Things In Life
Title: The Best Things In Life
Word Count: 2,621
Characters/Pairing: George/Angelina
Rating: NC-17, sexual content (including 69)
Disclaimer: JKR owns, no profit, etc., etc., tec.
Summary: A sequel to my fic Better Than Firewhiskey ~ George and Angelina's life together starts now.
Angelina Johnson was knackered. Absolutely dead on her feet. The kind of tired usually associated with a month-long bout of insomnia or pulling a series of all-nighters while studying for exams. Or playing in a Quidditch match that lasted for nearly nine hours.
She was dragging her feet and her equipment bag the last few yards down the hall to her room. The hotel in Mataura, New Zealand was run by a Muggle who was married to a witch, so it was the ideal place for the All England Exhibition Team to stay for this leg of their trip. There were two safe Apparation points - one inside and one on the grounds - and five rooms with fireplaces that were connected to the International Floo Network.
As the team captain Angelina had been given one of those Floo rooms, and she was regretting that she hadn’t used it. The Quiddith pitch were they had played today was almost one hundred miles away, and Apparating that distance after the marathon match had wiped out what was left of her energy. Luckily the door to the room had been charmed to respond to her touch, so no key or Alohamora was needed.
Once inside she let her equipment bag fall to the floor with a thunk. She had been too exhausted to shower before leaving the stadium, so she immediately made for the bathroom, shedding clothes as she went.
“That is one hell of a greeting, ‘Lina.”
Angelina started, spinning around with a gasp to face the darkened room. She made an ineffectual effort to cover herself as she peered into the darkness. Her brain knew who was there - only one person ever called her ‘Lina, after all - but with her heart pounding and her fear-senses on high alert she wasn’t listening to anything but her instincts.
“Incendio!”
The fire flared into brightness, providing enough light to illuminate the small room. George Weasley sat in the chair beside the fireplace. “I’m sorry, love. I didn’t mean to frighten you. I guess the team manager neglected to tell you that he was giving me access to your room.”
“Yeah, you could say that,” Angelina replied before ducking into the bathroom and snatching her dressing gown from behind the door. Tightening the belt she came back out into the room. “What are you doing here, anyway? I thought you were spending a big weekend with your family?”
George grinned wryly. “I’m delighted to see you too.”
Angelina pushed a hand through her hair. “You know I’m happy to see you, but I just played in a marathon Quidditch match and need a shower desperately.” She smiled and blew him a kiss. “No more than that for now,” she continued. “Believe me, the way I smell you wouldn’t want to get too close.”
“Somehow I doubt that,” George said, raising one eyebrow as his eyes grazed her body from head to toe.
Angelina felt a tightening in the pit of her stomach at his gaze. Her duties as captain of the team had kept her from taking breaks to Apparate home as often as she would have liked, so it had been nearly a month since she had seen George. Nearly a month since she had felt his touch and welcomed him inside her body. Her nipples drew tight and began to tingle where they rubbed on the cotton of her robe.
“Give me a few minutes to clean up,” she said, untying the sash and letting the dressing gown puddle around her feet.
George felt his mouth go dry. “I came here to talk, ‘Lina.”
“I’m OK with talk,” she said, turning her back and slipping into the bathroom. “But I still need a few minutes.”
The sound of running water drowned out anything else George might have said. It wasn’t much longer before the scent of her soap and shampoo came wafting toward him on the steam that drifted from the bathroom. The familiar scents set off a predictable reaction; he felt his breathing grow ragged and his cock harden, pushing against his trousers. He had come to New Zealand to talk with Angelina about their future together, but all he could think about now was burying his face in her neck and his cock in her moist heat.
“Fuck,” he swore under his breath and surged to his feet. He quickly peeled off his clothes and made his way to the bathroom. Without hesitating he pulled back the shower curtain and stepped in. Angelina stood with her back to him, soap bubbles running in a stream down the luscious curve of her arse. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her tight against him.
Angelina dropped her head onto George’s shoulder. “I didn’t think it would take you this long,” she said, turning her head slightly to receive his kiss.
“Shut the hell up,” George growled, bringing his lips down on hers with bruising force.
Angelina met the kiss with equal passion, pushing her tongue into his mouth and nipping his lips with her teeth. With one hand she gently tweaked one of her nipples while the other slid behind her and cupped George’s balls. With a moan he broke the kiss and dragged his lips across her neck, sliding his hand down and across her soap-slick stomach and between her legs.
With a small whimper of pleasure Angelina encouraged his attentions, pushing her hips against his hand. She was hot and slick and ready; with a hand between her shoulder blades George bent her over at the waist.
“I thought you wanted to talk?” Angelina asked, her breathless voice turning him on even more.
“Talk later,” George grunted as he positioned himself at her entrance. “Fuck now.” And with that he slid inside of her in one smooth motion.
Angelina sucked in her breath at the penetration. Maybe it had been too long, but she had all but forgotten how his length and girth would fill her. “God,” she gasped out. “You feel so damned good.”
George withdrew to the very edge before pushing back into her, hard. “Likewise, love,” he said, bending forward to plant kisses along her spine. She pushed herself back against him, the curve of her arse fitting snugly in the cradle of his hips. He placed his hands on either side of her waist, holding her still.
“What do you want?” he asked her, tightening his grip when she tried to wriggle free. “Tell me.”
“I want you to fuck me. Hard. Now.”
George slid one hand down from her waist, where his deft fingers began to toy with her clit. “That’s what I wanted to hear,” he said, and began moving inside of Angelina, his hard, thick, cock sliding in and out of her slickness.
Angelina was already more than half out of her mind with want, so between George’s fingers on her clit and his dick pushing into her it didn’t take very long for her climax to erupt. Her stomach muscles clenched and thighs quivered as she pushed her arse back into George one last time before crying out as she came. She threw her head back as she gave in to the waves of pleasure coursing through her, her long, wet hair brushing against his chest.
When the walls of her hot cunt clenched around him George increased the pace of his thrusts, pounding against Angelina once, twice, and a third time. He gasped out her name as orgasm overcame him and he spilled his seed inside her, his head spinning from the intense pleasure. Then, with one last, shuddering sigh he was still.
When his grip on her hips loosened Angelina straightened up, feeling a pang of regret as George slid out of her body. On shaky legs she turned to face him, wrapping her arms around his waist. “Hello love,” she said, before kissing him softly.
George returned the kiss, gently cupping her face in his hands. “I’ve missed you so much,” he whispered, sliding his lips across her cheek and to her ear. “My life sucks without you in it.”
Angelina drew a shaky breath and tightened her arms around him. “I’ve missed you too,” she said, pressing her cheek against his. “You have no idea how much.”
George buried his face in her neck. “After what just happened I think I can guess,” he said. Angelina felt his lips curve into a smile against her skin, and she laughed in response. “Ok, I’ll concede that point,” she replied. “But George. . .”
“Hmmmmm?”
“In case you haven’t noticed the water is now running ice cold.”
His head snapped up and in a flash he was shutting the water off, keeping his arms around Angelina for warmth. He summoned his wand and cast a quick Aguamenti charm to rinse what was left of the soap from their bodies, then a quick drying charm. That accomplished the two of them made a beeline for the bed, snuggling down under the duvet and with each other.
As the warmth spread throughout her body Angelina felt her exhaustion return; she yawned once with jaw-cracking force. “I’m sorry,” she said, smothering another, smaller yawn with her hand. “We still haven’t talked and I know you want to.”
George kissed the top of her head. “Can you stay awake?” he asked. “I’d really like to get this off my chest.”
Angelina pushed away from George’s warmth and sat up, pulling the covers with her to keep warm. “I’ll stay awake,” she assured him. “So tell me what’s on your mind.”
“Well. . .” George hesitated, pushing a hand through his hair. When he had left England his reasons for going to New Zealand had seemed so clear, but now that he was on the spot her found it all very difficult to put into words. How could he explain to her that he finally understood what had been keeping them from completing their relationship? Would she even believe him? And worse, did she want him as badly as he wanted her?
“George?”
He shook his head, getting rid of his gloomy speculations. Just tell her, he told himself.
“I had an interesting conversation with Percy and Hermione before I left England.” She opened her mouth to respond and he placed a finger on her lips. “Not yet,” he said. “Let me get all of this out.” He took a deep breath. “The two of them made me realize a few things. Mainly that I didn’t want to spend another minute without you as a part of my life. Permanently, and irrevocably, a part of my life.” He sat forward and dropped his head into his hands. “I know I’ve screwed up. Well and truly screwed up. But life without you is an even bigger hole than the one I crawled into after the war.”
“George. . .”
He swiveled in the bed to face Angelina, taking her hands in his. “I get it now, ‘Lina. Really, truly get it. You gave me the time and space that I needed to get myself straightened out, and I can never thank you enough for that. And if you want more time and space to figure things out on your end I’ll give you that, but not before I tell you that I want you. I want all of you. I want you in my heart, my soul, my life, and my bed. I want to see you grow huge with our child and grey-haired as that child grows up. Or grey-haired because I haven’t grown up. It doesn’t matter to me, as long as you do all those things with me.”
Angelina felt tears sting her eyes. “I don’t need any more time or space,” she whispered, feeling a smile curve her lips.
“You don’t?”
The smile became a full-fledged grin. “No, I don’t. I came on this tour because I thought that I needed that, but after the first week all I wanted was for you to chase after me and bring me home.”
“You mean. . .?”
“Yes. Yes, you sweet, adorable idiot! Yes to you, yes to us, yes to everything! YES!” And she threw her arms around his neck, laughing and crying at the same time.
When their exuberant embrace ended George slipped from the bed to dig through the pockets of his clothes. When he found what he was looking for he sat on the bed beside her and presented the small black box to Angelina. He opened it with a flourish to reveal a beautiful diamond ring; a tear-drop shaped stone with entwined vines and leaves engraved all around the band. Angelina sucked in her breath.
“What can I say?” George asked, flashing her his trademark cheeky grin and shrugging. “I had a burst of optimism before I left home.” He lifted the ring from its velvet nest and held it towards her.
“What can you say?” Angelina asked, as she slid the third finger of her left hand through the band. “You can say absolutely nothing and kiss me, damnit!”
He did so, taking he lips with a passion that set her on fire. She fell back onto the pillows, pulling George with her until they lay together, legs entwined as they continued to toy with each others lips. She felt his arousal grow and press against her thigh, hot and heavy.
“’Lina,” George groaned. “I know you’re exhausted, but. . .”
“Oddly enough I’m suddenly feeling wide awake,” Angelina replied, reaching down to stroke his pulsing member.
George grinned and lowered his head to her breasts, taking one nipple into his mouth. Angelina pushed her fingers through his hair and held him against her, reveling in the sensation as he lavished attention on her with his lips and tongue. She continued to stroke his cock, drawing her hand over its entire length and squeezing gently at the base.
That made George catch his breath. “’Li’. . .” he gasped out. “I need. . . Your mouth. . . Sweet Merlin.”
“Flip around, George,” Angelina instructed. When he had shifted position, bringing his cock close to her mouth she continued the motions of her hand but took him inside her mouth as well. Her tongue flicked across the head and he hardened even more, pushing his hips forward and sinking deeper into the heat of her mouth. He pulled out slightly and gently thrust into her mouth, moaning as he did.
Angelina pulled her mouth free just look enough to gasp out “Put you mouth on me,” before returning her attention to his hardness. She felt one of his hands slide in between her legs, and she parted them completely in response to his touch. With a sound of satisfaction his head went down and his tongue began to rasp lightly over her clit and her folds. She bucked her hips up, increasing the pressure as he swirled his tongue around her entrance. Time seemed to stop as they each worked the other to a frenzy using their mouths.
Then George suddenly twisted around and pushed his hips between her spread legs, teasing her as he rubbed his hardened cock along her slit. “What do you want?” he panted, kissing her between each word.
Angelina lapped at George’s lips, licking her own taste from them. “You. I want you.” She pushed her hips against his in silent invitation. “Take me.” She took his cock in one hand and guided him to her, then sighed as he pushed inside.
“What was that you said about wanting me to bring you home?” George asked, sinking deeper inside of her. Angelina lifted her hips to meet him.
“Welcome home, love,” they said together.
Word Count: 2,621
Characters/Pairing: George/Angelina
Rating: NC-17, sexual content (including 69)
Disclaimer: JKR owns, no profit, etc., etc., tec.
Summary: A sequel to my fic Better Than Firewhiskey ~ George and Angelina's life together starts now.
Angelina Johnson was knackered. Absolutely dead on her feet. The kind of tired usually associated with a month-long bout of insomnia or pulling a series of all-nighters while studying for exams. Or playing in a Quidditch match that lasted for nearly nine hours.
She was dragging her feet and her equipment bag the last few yards down the hall to her room. The hotel in Mataura, New Zealand was run by a Muggle who was married to a witch, so it was the ideal place for the All England Exhibition Team to stay for this leg of their trip. There were two safe Apparation points - one inside and one on the grounds - and five rooms with fireplaces that were connected to the International Floo Network.
As the team captain Angelina had been given one of those Floo rooms, and she was regretting that she hadn’t used it. The Quiddith pitch were they had played today was almost one hundred miles away, and Apparating that distance after the marathon match had wiped out what was left of her energy. Luckily the door to the room had been charmed to respond to her touch, so no key or Alohamora was needed.
Once inside she let her equipment bag fall to the floor with a thunk. She had been too exhausted to shower before leaving the stadium, so she immediately made for the bathroom, shedding clothes as she went.
“That is one hell of a greeting, ‘Lina.”
Angelina started, spinning around with a gasp to face the darkened room. She made an ineffectual effort to cover herself as she peered into the darkness. Her brain knew who was there - only one person ever called her ‘Lina, after all - but with her heart pounding and her fear-senses on high alert she wasn’t listening to anything but her instincts.
“Incendio!”
The fire flared into brightness, providing enough light to illuminate the small room. George Weasley sat in the chair beside the fireplace. “I’m sorry, love. I didn’t mean to frighten you. I guess the team manager neglected to tell you that he was giving me access to your room.”
“Yeah, you could say that,” Angelina replied before ducking into the bathroom and snatching her dressing gown from behind the door. Tightening the belt she came back out into the room. “What are you doing here, anyway? I thought you were spending a big weekend with your family?”
George grinned wryly. “I’m delighted to see you too.”
Angelina pushed a hand through her hair. “You know I’m happy to see you, but I just played in a marathon Quidditch match and need a shower desperately.” She smiled and blew him a kiss. “No more than that for now,” she continued. “Believe me, the way I smell you wouldn’t want to get too close.”
“Somehow I doubt that,” George said, raising one eyebrow as his eyes grazed her body from head to toe.
Angelina felt a tightening in the pit of her stomach at his gaze. Her duties as captain of the team had kept her from taking breaks to Apparate home as often as she would have liked, so it had been nearly a month since she had seen George. Nearly a month since she had felt his touch and welcomed him inside her body. Her nipples drew tight and began to tingle where they rubbed on the cotton of her robe.
“Give me a few minutes to clean up,” she said, untying the sash and letting the dressing gown puddle around her feet.
George felt his mouth go dry. “I came here to talk, ‘Lina.”
“I’m OK with talk,” she said, turning her back and slipping into the bathroom. “But I still need a few minutes.”
The sound of running water drowned out anything else George might have said. It wasn’t much longer before the scent of her soap and shampoo came wafting toward him on the steam that drifted from the bathroom. The familiar scents set off a predictable reaction; he felt his breathing grow ragged and his cock harden, pushing against his trousers. He had come to New Zealand to talk with Angelina about their future together, but all he could think about now was burying his face in her neck and his cock in her moist heat.
“Fuck,” he swore under his breath and surged to his feet. He quickly peeled off his clothes and made his way to the bathroom. Without hesitating he pulled back the shower curtain and stepped in. Angelina stood with her back to him, soap bubbles running in a stream down the luscious curve of her arse. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her tight against him.
Angelina dropped her head onto George’s shoulder. “I didn’t think it would take you this long,” she said, turning her head slightly to receive his kiss.
“Shut the hell up,” George growled, bringing his lips down on hers with bruising force.
Angelina met the kiss with equal passion, pushing her tongue into his mouth and nipping his lips with her teeth. With one hand she gently tweaked one of her nipples while the other slid behind her and cupped George’s balls. With a moan he broke the kiss and dragged his lips across her neck, sliding his hand down and across her soap-slick stomach and between her legs.
With a small whimper of pleasure Angelina encouraged his attentions, pushing her hips against his hand. She was hot and slick and ready; with a hand between her shoulder blades George bent her over at the waist.
“I thought you wanted to talk?” Angelina asked, her breathless voice turning him on even more.
“Talk later,” George grunted as he positioned himself at her entrance. “Fuck now.” And with that he slid inside of her in one smooth motion.
Angelina sucked in her breath at the penetration. Maybe it had been too long, but she had all but forgotten how his length and girth would fill her. “God,” she gasped out. “You feel so damned good.”
George withdrew to the very edge before pushing back into her, hard. “Likewise, love,” he said, bending forward to plant kisses along her spine. She pushed herself back against him, the curve of her arse fitting snugly in the cradle of his hips. He placed his hands on either side of her waist, holding her still.
“What do you want?” he asked her, tightening his grip when she tried to wriggle free. “Tell me.”
“I want you to fuck me. Hard. Now.”
George slid one hand down from her waist, where his deft fingers began to toy with her clit. “That’s what I wanted to hear,” he said, and began moving inside of Angelina, his hard, thick, cock sliding in and out of her slickness.
Angelina was already more than half out of her mind with want, so between George’s fingers on her clit and his dick pushing into her it didn’t take very long for her climax to erupt. Her stomach muscles clenched and thighs quivered as she pushed her arse back into George one last time before crying out as she came. She threw her head back as she gave in to the waves of pleasure coursing through her, her long, wet hair brushing against his chest.
When the walls of her hot cunt clenched around him George increased the pace of his thrusts, pounding against Angelina once, twice, and a third time. He gasped out her name as orgasm overcame him and he spilled his seed inside her, his head spinning from the intense pleasure. Then, with one last, shuddering sigh he was still.
When his grip on her hips loosened Angelina straightened up, feeling a pang of regret as George slid out of her body. On shaky legs she turned to face him, wrapping her arms around his waist. “Hello love,” she said, before kissing him softly.
George returned the kiss, gently cupping her face in his hands. “I’ve missed you so much,” he whispered, sliding his lips across her cheek and to her ear. “My life sucks without you in it.”
Angelina drew a shaky breath and tightened her arms around him. “I’ve missed you too,” she said, pressing her cheek against his. “You have no idea how much.”
George buried his face in her neck. “After what just happened I think I can guess,” he said. Angelina felt his lips curve into a smile against her skin, and she laughed in response. “Ok, I’ll concede that point,” she replied. “But George. . .”
“Hmmmmm?”
“In case you haven’t noticed the water is now running ice cold.”
His head snapped up and in a flash he was shutting the water off, keeping his arms around Angelina for warmth. He summoned his wand and cast a quick Aguamenti charm to rinse what was left of the soap from their bodies, then a quick drying charm. That accomplished the two of them made a beeline for the bed, snuggling down under the duvet and with each other.
As the warmth spread throughout her body Angelina felt her exhaustion return; she yawned once with jaw-cracking force. “I’m sorry,” she said, smothering another, smaller yawn with her hand. “We still haven’t talked and I know you want to.”
George kissed the top of her head. “Can you stay awake?” he asked. “I’d really like to get this off my chest.”
Angelina pushed away from George’s warmth and sat up, pulling the covers with her to keep warm. “I’ll stay awake,” she assured him. “So tell me what’s on your mind.”
“Well. . .” George hesitated, pushing a hand through his hair. When he had left England his reasons for going to New Zealand had seemed so clear, but now that he was on the spot her found it all very difficult to put into words. How could he explain to her that he finally understood what had been keeping them from completing their relationship? Would she even believe him? And worse, did she want him as badly as he wanted her?
“George?”
He shook his head, getting rid of his gloomy speculations. Just tell her, he told himself.
“I had an interesting conversation with Percy and Hermione before I left England.” She opened her mouth to respond and he placed a finger on her lips. “Not yet,” he said. “Let me get all of this out.” He took a deep breath. “The two of them made me realize a few things. Mainly that I didn’t want to spend another minute without you as a part of my life. Permanently, and irrevocably, a part of my life.” He sat forward and dropped his head into his hands. “I know I’ve screwed up. Well and truly screwed up. But life without you is an even bigger hole than the one I crawled into after the war.”
“George. . .”
He swiveled in the bed to face Angelina, taking her hands in his. “I get it now, ‘Lina. Really, truly get it. You gave me the time and space that I needed to get myself straightened out, and I can never thank you enough for that. And if you want more time and space to figure things out on your end I’ll give you that, but not before I tell you that I want you. I want all of you. I want you in my heart, my soul, my life, and my bed. I want to see you grow huge with our child and grey-haired as that child grows up. Or grey-haired because I haven’t grown up. It doesn’t matter to me, as long as you do all those things with me.”
Angelina felt tears sting her eyes. “I don’t need any more time or space,” she whispered, feeling a smile curve her lips.
“You don’t?”
The smile became a full-fledged grin. “No, I don’t. I came on this tour because I thought that I needed that, but after the first week all I wanted was for you to chase after me and bring me home.”
“You mean. . .?”
“Yes. Yes, you sweet, adorable idiot! Yes to you, yes to us, yes to everything! YES!” And she threw her arms around his neck, laughing and crying at the same time.
When their exuberant embrace ended George slipped from the bed to dig through the pockets of his clothes. When he found what he was looking for he sat on the bed beside her and presented the small black box to Angelina. He opened it with a flourish to reveal a beautiful diamond ring; a tear-drop shaped stone with entwined vines and leaves engraved all around the band. Angelina sucked in her breath.
“What can I say?” George asked, flashing her his trademark cheeky grin and shrugging. “I had a burst of optimism before I left home.” He lifted the ring from its velvet nest and held it towards her.
“What can you say?” Angelina asked, as she slid the third finger of her left hand through the band. “You can say absolutely nothing and kiss me, damnit!”
He did so, taking he lips with a passion that set her on fire. She fell back onto the pillows, pulling George with her until they lay together, legs entwined as they continued to toy with each others lips. She felt his arousal grow and press against her thigh, hot and heavy.
“’Lina,” George groaned. “I know you’re exhausted, but. . .”
“Oddly enough I’m suddenly feeling wide awake,” Angelina replied, reaching down to stroke his pulsing member.
George grinned and lowered his head to her breasts, taking one nipple into his mouth. Angelina pushed her fingers through his hair and held him against her, reveling in the sensation as he lavished attention on her with his lips and tongue. She continued to stroke his cock, drawing her hand over its entire length and squeezing gently at the base.
That made George catch his breath. “’Li’. . .” he gasped out. “I need. . . Your mouth. . . Sweet Merlin.”
“Flip around, George,” Angelina instructed. When he had shifted position, bringing his cock close to her mouth she continued the motions of her hand but took him inside her mouth as well. Her tongue flicked across the head and he hardened even more, pushing his hips forward and sinking deeper into the heat of her mouth. He pulled out slightly and gently thrust into her mouth, moaning as he did.
Angelina pulled her mouth free just look enough to gasp out “Put you mouth on me,” before returning her attention to his hardness. She felt one of his hands slide in between her legs, and she parted them completely in response to his touch. With a sound of satisfaction his head went down and his tongue began to rasp lightly over her clit and her folds. She bucked her hips up, increasing the pressure as he swirled his tongue around her entrance. Time seemed to stop as they each worked the other to a frenzy using their mouths.
Then George suddenly twisted around and pushed his hips between her spread legs, teasing her as he rubbed his hardened cock along her slit. “What do you want?” he panted, kissing her between each word.
Angelina lapped at George’s lips, licking her own taste from them. “You. I want you.” She pushed her hips against his in silent invitation. “Take me.” She took his cock in one hand and guided him to her, then sighed as he pushed inside.
“What was that you said about wanting me to bring you home?” George asked, sinking deeper inside of her. Angelina lifted her hips to meet him.
“Welcome home, love,” they said together.