RP: Happy Birthday to Me!

[anon_fred]

Date: 1 April 2003
Characters: Fred Weasley and Angelina Johnson
Location: Starting out at Angelina’s flat, then we’ll see
Status: Private
Summary: It’s Fred’s birthday too, and he’s treating himself to a present
Completion: Incomplete

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[anon_fred]

“It would be simpler to say that I want us to get naked,” Fred agreed, “but that wouldn’t be the entire truth. That happening would be…” he shrugged as he searched for the words, “a wet dream come true, but… since we are at the beach…” He raised his head and looked around. Angelina was laying on the outside in the sofa with him, and to get up, he had to crawl over her.

That made him smirk, as he took the liberty of straddling her briefly, dipping his head down to kiss her, before he got up, and fetched his wand from his backpocket. Pulling off first his outer jumper and then his shirt, he put both items on the coffee table, before he transfigured them into an oldfashioned bloomer style bathing suit and a striped bikini. “Time to suit up,” he said with a smirk and a flourish gesture towards the two garments, even as his free hand was undoing his own trousers. A quick wave of his wand and his own boxers had been transfigured into swim shorts. “What do you say? It’s been ages since I’ve been swimming.”

They could keep beating around the bush, or he could show her that he really did want to spend time with her. He had time. He wasn’t going anywhere, and he hoped that she would see that. “Of course, the suits are completely optional, though I have to admit, removing them is half the fun.”

[anon_angelina]

The contact of his lips on hers was all too brief, but the appeal of swimming was too strong to be ignored. She stood up, stripping alongside him, pausing in her black bra and knickers to contemplate the bathing suits he'd laid out. Not even she would would wear the very old fashioned suit, though it would serve him right. And the striped bikini covered about an eighth of the skin her underwear currently did. Not exactly her usual style. Used to playing volleyball or actually swimming at the beach, flimsy wasn't exactly the choice she usually made.

Gesturing with a roll of her eyes, she nodded at the bikini. "Fuck, wearing that thing, you wouldn't have to remove it. Leaves nothing to the imagination."

Instead, waving her own wand, she changed the bra and knickers she wore into a serviceable sporty black two piece. "Now if you're actually looking to swim, this is more what I need." Angelina shot him a look, "and really, I can't imagine you having anything on your mind but swimming, really."

Elbowing him lightly, she smirked, "Last one in is a inferi!" And with her words, she was off, running as fast as she could through the sand towards the surf - welcoming the burn of the sand's resistance as she sprinted. Through the lightly crashing waves she went, lifting her legs high, until the water level reached her thighs - and then she was diving, fully immersed, the shock of cold easier than if it was taken inch by inch. She went for only a short distance before she emerged, hair sopping and flat, and a smile open her face as she looked for Fred.

"Bloody brilliant," was all she said with a contented sigh, letting herself simply bob along for a moment with the light roll of the waves.