George and Katie
Another little drabbly thing thanks to writing for mini_nanowrimo. My goodness I need to get some inspiration for my spn_j2_xmas fic. I started writing out an outline since I tried just jumping right into it and it's not really going.
Got a little inspiration tonight from kitty_mrowr and something she was doing. And this we have Katie Bell/George Weasley drabble thingie - it's been so long since I've written Het. XD
If she didn’t think about it, he was almost the same. He touched her just the right way, held her against his body and kissed his way down her throat to her chest the way he always had. Closing her eyes made it even better, she could cling to him, wrap her arms around his back pressing herself along his body, feel the way he rocked against her and it was almost the same.
It was almost like he hadn’t died.
Katie was soft and yielding beneath him, she came to him a lot after those first few months and he let her in. They didn’t speak, not the way they used to. The laughter had gone that night - but they didn’t need laughter. It was all quiet moans and gasping for breath.
And George didn’t care that she didn’t want him - not really.
He could almost forget when Katie lay beneath him, as she gasped and arched, kissing him. It was easier not to think about losing him when she held him, wrapping her arms around him holding herself against his chest as he rolled his hips again and again. It was almost like it hadn’t happened, like things were right, like his world hadn’t been turned upside down.
It was easier to forget that Fred wasn’t there.
Got a little inspiration tonight from kitty_mrowr and something she was doing. And this we have Katie Bell/George Weasley drabble thingie - it's been so long since I've written Het. XD
If she didn’t think about it, he was almost the same. He touched her just the right way, held her against his body and kissed his way down her throat to her chest the way he always had. Closing her eyes made it even better, she could cling to him, wrap her arms around his back pressing herself along his body, feel the way he rocked against her and it was almost the same.
It was almost like he hadn’t died.
Katie was soft and yielding beneath him, she came to him a lot after those first few months and he let her in. They didn’t speak, not the way they used to. The laughter had gone that night - but they didn’t need laughter. It was all quiet moans and gasping for breath.
And George didn’t care that she didn’t want him - not really.
He could almost forget when Katie lay beneath him, as she gasped and arched, kissing him. It was easier not to think about losing him when she held him, wrapping her arms around him holding herself against his chest as he rolled his hips again and again. It was almost like it hadn’t happened, like things were right, like his world hadn’t been turned upside down.
It was easier to forget that Fred wasn’t there.