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[gredisfred]

They'd fallen instantly asleep after returning from the Burrow. There had been biscuits, tea, more discussion, a tour of Fred's old room, and Dad's shed, random discussions of muggle items and then more tea. When Fred woke he couldn't actually remember what day of the week it was

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[gredisfred]

Fred wrapped his arms around Oliver's waist and held him. "I love you. Thanks for deciding to keep me, yeah?"

[reservekeeper]

"I love you. And don't thank me, God. I need you. So much. Thank you for putting up with me, love."

[gredisfred]

Fred dropped his forehead to Oliver's shoulder. "So, this wasn't the pleasant morning I had in mind." He laid a gentle kiss to one side of his spine. "Shall I show you how much I love you?"

[reservekeeper]

"It isn't?" Oliver asked, humming as Fred's lips trailed over his skin. "What did you have in mind... and oh yeah, I'll never tell you you can't show me how much you love me, even though I already know."

[gredisfred]

Fred smiled against his back, hands still moving on his shoulders. "Scoot forward just a bit. I'd have you lie down but I don't want pressure on that chest." He kissed his neck, the base of his skull, his shoulder. He moved his thumbs to the side of that bone ridge of spine and pressed on the muscles. "Don't know how you can catch anything when you carry so much tension in your shoulders, Keeper."

[reservekeeper]

"The tension... oh... keeps me on my toes." He let his head hang forward and moaned softly. "You have the best hands, do you know that? If I hadn't already asked you to marry me, this would have done it."

[gredisfred]

"Sweetheart, I hate to tell you, but your toes are hanging out in the air so that's a load of bull." He found a knot and pushed on it, sucking on Oliver's neck to distract him from the pain it would likely cause, letting go of both places when he felt the muscle release. "Think I can rent myself out, gain a harem?" He kissed that spot and moved on to the next one.

[reservekeeper]

Oliver arched back against him, growling softly, moaning at the suction on his neck. "I think, yeah. But I'd be damn jealous, I'll tell you that." He laid his hand on Fred's thigh and squeezed. "Mine."

[gredisfred]

Fred took Oliver's hand and brought it to the steal healing bite mark on his throat. "Yours. This is fading though, you'll have to fix that." Fred moved his hands down to rub the band of muscle that run under his lover's shoulder blades. "I like you jealous, even if you know you don't have to be. That possessive growl does things to me."

[reservekeeper]

Oliver growled for him again, leaning back into his hands. "I'm glad you like it. Cause I never considered myself a jealous person til I met you. You're mine. I can't stand the thought of anyone else touching you." He looked over his shoulder and smiled at him. "I'll fix the mark later. Maybe you should think about giving me one."

[gredisfred]

Fred shook his head. "Nope. I like you bruise free, Keeper. In fact, I plan to make it my life's mission to heal all your bruises." Fred pulled his head back gently and kissed him. "No one will ever touch me again the way you touch me. Unless of course you decide to loan me out."

[reservekeeper]

"Really? You wouldn't like to leave a pretty mark on my neck?" he teased, kissing him slowly before pulling back a bit breathless. "Never. I'd never loan you out, are you mad? You're mine and I don't want anyone else to ever touch you like this again. Only me."

[gredisfred]

"Touch me how, love? You mean no one will ever put their hand on my thigh?" he teased. "Or did you mean that they won't lean on me?" His hands were still busy on Oliver's back.

[reservekeeper]

Oliver wriggled against him, humming. "I might not murder someone for touching your thigh or leaning on you, as long as it was short lived and as long as you weren't naked." He turned his head and kissed him slowly. "I love you. So fucking much. Never leave me, all right?"

[gredisfred]

Fred shifted so that they were both at a better angle for kissing, Oliver nearly cradled in his arms. "I love you too. Even fucking more. I won't." He kissed him again, one hand creeping back into his hair. "So are there any parts of me that you would be tempted to murder someone for touching?" There was a wicked sparkle in his eye, and he was hoping the Oliver would demonstrate by touching any so-designated parts himself.

[reservekeeper]

"There are parts of you that I would definitely murder someone for touching," he said, smiling. He let his hand slid back over Fred's hip, squeezing gently. "I think it's save to say that I'd injure someone for just looking at said parts."