Twin Flame // Fred Weasley

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iris' pov 

the next few weeks were spent rushed off our feet. between working to open the shop and wedding arrangements with molly and fleur, fred and i hardly had any time to ourselves. still, the excitement bubbled away at me whenever he caught my gaze from across the room, or when he rest his hand on my leg at the dinner table. we were still living at the burrow, it was now extremely cramped as fleur often ended up staying the night and the house was filled with decorations for the wedding. though, i still felt extremely content being surrounded by the business of the weasley family, i couldn't help but long for quiet moments alone with fred, without fear of being disrupted by one of the many inhabitants of the burrow. fred was more overtly frustrated than i, having mini tantrums whenever our alone time was interrupted, and cursing george for sharing the same bedroom as him. 

"freddie?" i began, one morning when we had just awoken. his fingers absentmindedly playing with a lock of my hair as my head lay on his chest. i could feel the scowl on his face, knowing he was experiencing morning arousal but being able to do nothing about it, as george slept in the bed beside us. "i think we have a lot of our stuff ready, and it would probably help us with setting up the shop - why don't we move into the flat? erm, with george, of course. i just think it's so busy here and we never get a moment alone and we'll only be a few steps from the shop-" 

he cut me off with a chuckle, lifting my head to place a lingering kiss on my mouth, "i think that's an excellent idea, mills. i could do with having you in a room to myself for more than five minutes," 

his hot breath left an eruption of chills upon my skin, my body aching for him. our intimacies had been very short, and our bodies were yearning for each other. i turned on my side to face him, our heads now level with each other as my hands caressed his bare torso, my fingers tracing the toned lines of his stomach, skimming closer and closer to the waistband of his boxers. his eyes bore into mine, flickering between my lips and my eyes before he lifted his hand to my chin, pulling me closer to him so our lips met. we tried to be silent, his kiss feverish as his tongue slipped through my lips, sucking in a harsh breath as i teased lower and lower towards his growing erection. 

"don't tease me, mills," he growled in my ear, nodding towards george. i pulled my hand away from his boxers, resting it delicately on his face, allowing my fingers to brush along his jawline, before situating themselves in his hair. "later, okay? we'll find somewhere," 

i nodded, tucking my face in the crook of his neck, leaving a trail of heavy kisses down his throat and to his collarbone. he grabbed my hips, pulling me so i lay on top of him, letting his hands cup my arse, sighing softly as i left my mark on his chest. 

"brother and best friend in the room," george groaned, throwing a pillow over at us. i detached myself from fred, laughing as george feigned vomitting. 

"good morning, georgie," i beamed, chucking his pillow back at him

"good morning, brother dearest," fred added, "iris and i were just having a chat-"

"didn't look like a chat from what i could see," he huffed. 

"well, before that, we were having a chat. we think we have outgrown the likes of the burrow, there's too much noise, too many people, and not enough space-"

"you mean you can't fuck every five minutes-"

"if you would stop interrupting-" fred reprimanded, causing george to chuckle and send me a wink, "hey! i saw that! don't wink at my girlfriend!" 

"oh get on with it, fred," george laughed, poking his tongue out at his brother.

"we think we should start moving into the flat," i cut in, finishing the story for fred.