Déjà Vu

Chapter 5

a/n   explicit content warning or whatever

Then ~ Evelyn

The first time they had sex wasn't anything too out of the ordinary, but it was magical nonetheless. There weren't any candles or roses, nor was it a spontaneous, heat of the moment thing. That didn't mean that it wasn't absolutely perfect, though.

They had already been on a few dates when Evelyn found herself home alone for the night, so of course, she called Fred to invite him over. She shaved (everywhere), lotioned up, put on her best underwear, and put on a little bit of makeup. She wasn't going to pretend that she didn't have clear intentions for the night.

He arrived at her house when it was already dark, a bright smile that contrasted the black sky perfectly plastered on his face when she opened the door. She inwardly groaned and acquiesced to his request of a quick house tour, seeing as he'd never been inside of her home before. She quickly flitted from room to room, eager to just make it to her bedroom already. Fred was just so hot and they hadn't done anything more than kissing yet. She was a bit desperate.

She was relieved as they moved throughout the house, thankful for how muggle-centric her family was. Her mother was a witch, but when she'd married her father, a muggle, she'd mostly switched over to that way of doing things. Her older brother (who was away at college) was also a muggle, so their house really didn't have anything too conspicuous about it. As long as Fred didn't go digging inside her closet where all of her stuff for Hogwarts was, she'd be fine.

By the time they'd made it to her bedroom, she had grown so impatient that she just tugged him in by his shirt, pressed him up against the wall, and stood up on her tiptoes to fuse their lips together. It had been a sort of sick torture, guiding him throughout her boring house when all she wanted was to just get on her knees and get her mouth on him. She hadn't wanted to rush into their first time, though, so she waited as they made the slow journey upstairs to her bed. She did not feel like waiting anymore, though.

"What are you-" he asked breathlessly after pulling away, his lips shiny, red, and utterly irresistible.

"My parents are out for the night."

His eyebrows shot upwards. "Oh," he said cautiously, searching her eyes. "Oh," he said with a smile once he understood what she was saying.

"Yeah," she said through a giggle and reached up to pull him down again.

They kissed desperately, their hands moving just as quickly as their mouths were, eager to feel every inch of each other, even though their clothes were still on. Her hands were trailing over his muscled back while his were stuck on her ass, squeezing and pulling at the soft muscle, both of them hungry to feel more of each other.

They slowly made their way to her bed with their mouths still attached, only stopping once the backs of her legs hit the foot of the bed. They didn't make a move to lay down yet, though, content to map out each other's bodies some more before they moved on.

At some point, her hands moved up his back and over his neck to reach his hair, sinking her fingers into the softness. She gripped it a little bit after smoothing her hands over it, and the moan that he released into her lips let her know that she should explore that a bit more later.

He moaned against her lips again before pulling away, keeping their faces close. "You're sure about this?" he panted, his eyes drilling into hers.

"Yes, please, want you to fuck me," she said desperately, her eyes half-lidded.

"Yeah?" he asked huskily and bent down to press a couple of kisses over her neck. "You want that?" His mouth was directly next to her ear, his deep, warm voice feeling like it was traveling down her spine.