I love the way you strut …
Category: Pink Sheep RPG
The soft ‘tap tap’ of her heels as she walked down Diagon echoed pleasantly with the gentle hum of the goings on of a busy street. London had had an unseasonably warm streak, sunshine pulling more people out of doors than were usually wont to be.
Alicia liked being outside no matter the weather; she had her mother’s wandering spirit and though she was settled firmly in London, having the breeze on her skin, the sun warming her when it came to pay it’s too-seldom visits in dreary Britain satiated that innate need in her to move. Instead of following the sweet little whisper that wanted her to follow, she flew - where she wanted to - and more often than not that was streaking towards an opponent’s goal posts.
But this day found her in the commercial heart of wizarding Britain; not a particularly common haunt of hers. Soho and Mayfair had their charms and most of her attention, but no other alley in London had ginger haired twins.
Pushing through a brightly decorated door with a blinking sign in the window that read ‘Open’, bells tinkled as she stepped into the little store. She didn’t move beyond the doorway for a long moment; one never knew if there was a surprise waiting for them across the threshold of Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes.
Hearing the bell that signaled the arrival of a customer, Fred set down the Canary Creams he’d been shelving and headed for the front of the shop. It was George’s turn to run their weekly earnings to Gringotts, leaving Fred to man their little store full of all kinds of trouble-making merchandise by himself.
“Welcome to …” he began, putting on the friendly smile he reserved for customers as he came around the corner of the aisle.
What greeted him, however, pulled a real smile from him, slightly skewed with mischief. “… to Weasley’s den of debauchery,” he finished, wrapping an arm around Alicia’s waist and bringing her flush to him.
“Oh, good,” Alicia grinned, one arm going around his neck even as she slid her free hand into his hair. “I found the right place.”
A chuckle rumbled from Fred even as their lips met. He always enjoyed ‘greeting’ one of his girls. Angelina was spiced dark chocolate, Katie a tease of mint as she’d never given him anything but a peck on the lips, and Alicia was strawberry champagne.
He drank deeply, smirking against her lips when her hand clenched in his hair, breath hitching when he nipped her lip.
A customer could walk in any moment though, and he released her lips, leaving them both grinning breathlessly at each other.
“Fred Weasley, darling” Alicia grinned, brown eyes bright. “You certainly know how to make a person feel welcome. No wonder your business is doing so damn well.”
Laughing, Fred stole one more kiss from the invitation he’d made of her lips - swollen and red with his kisses - and then set her down carefully on the little stiletto heels she always insisted on wearing. “Just thought I’d give you a sample of the Daydream Charms,” he quipped, blue eyes dancing as he backed up the few steps that had him sprawling on the stool near the front counter.
“My daydreams,” Alicia echoed, expression bemused as she tapped her chin. “You do presume quite a bit. Who’s to say my daydreams would be filled with ginger thieves?”
“Thieves?” he grinned, palm covering his heart. “I’m hurt. Really hurt, Ali. I give you the best of my youth and I’m labeled a thief for my trouble.”
“Trouble? Yes, you most definitely are that,” Alicia agreed, closing the distance between them to set her little purse on the counter, and then turning to lean her back against it a moment later. Glancing sidelong at Fred, a smile played at her lips as she added, “and I highly doubt I’ve gotten the best of your youth, my friend. I’ve only heard tales, of course, but I’m fairly sure your snogs are nothing but a tease compared to what those hands and lips are capable of.”
Her lips curled into a tiny smirk as Fred’s brows rose, though a smirk was tugging at his lips too.
It was no secret that Fred and one of Alicia’s best friends, Angelina Johnson, had been off and on fuck buddies since they were sixth years in Hogwarts. Alicia and Fred had never gone down that path, shared snogs non-withstanding.
Despite the nature of their ‘greetings’ and general ribbing and teasing of each other, they’d known each other for over fifteen years and had yet to fall into bed - and not for lack of opportunity. Both Fred and Alicia were demonstratively friendly people, and alcohol just didn’t help the outcome of many nights that found them in places where there were other intensely interested ‘demonstratively friendly’ people, but it had never happened between them.
Not to say that neither weren’t interested, but they were comfortable where they were at without the extra complication that sleeping together added to the equation, but most importantly, at least to Alicia, was that Fred was Angie’s.
The two had never been exclusive, but it went against everything in Alicia to poach on Angie’s territory. Snogs were one thing, but not taking it to the next level was the unspoken rule between the two friends.
“Be a gentleman and let me sit down, Weasley,” she continued after the moment of awareness had passed, humor replacing it seamlessly, “And then tell me where your other half is. I’ve a proposition for you both.”
Single brow rising at Alicia’s request that was anything but, Fred slid from the stool with a little bow and murmur of, “yes, your highness.” The gesture earned him a gentle cuff at his hair, and he came up grinning crookedly.
“Georgie’s down at Gringotts, but what, pray tell, have you got in mind?” he inquired, leaning a hip against the counter as he watched Alicia adjust her obscenely short denim skirt as she slid onto the stool. The little rhinestones littered towards the hem drew his attention, but he pulled his gaze from the long expanse of thigh and sparkles to meet her amused dark gaze.
“Why Frederick, darling,” Alicia began, as she crossed her legs and leaned back against the counter. “You and George are going to escort Angie, Katie and I to a charity benefit we’re required to attend at the end of the month.” Her lips curled into a wicked smile as she added, “And then to Amsterdam, of course. They’re opening a new club the same night and we’re to be VIP guests, love.”
“Well then,” Fred mused, rubbing his chin as he pretended to think over the proposition, “If you put it like that.” He grinned, his own smile tinged with mischief. “Being ordered around by three beautiful women in dresses that likely won’t cover enough to please anyone’s father? How could we say no?”
“Oh, lovely,” she purred, slipping from the stool and brushing his lips with a farewell kiss. She grinned. “I knew I could count on my favorite gingers.”
“Not so fast,” he said, wrapping an arm around her waist to pull her to him and steal a proper kiss from her. “There,” he said, satisfied when he pulled back to see that her gaze had darkened. “You need work on goodbyes, Spinnet.”
“I’ll keep that in mind,” she said, smile touching her lips as she slid her sunglasses on. Her brow rose above the large, dark lens as she was about to push out of the little shop. “Give my hello and goodbyes to George, will you?” she asked, tiny smirk pulling at her lips.
Smile touching her lips, Fred’s laughter mixed with the tinkling little bells as she pushed through the door.
SUMMARY: Alicia drops by the twins’ shop to tell ask them to escort her, Angelina and Katie to a benefit. Fred and her discuss and demonstrate proper greetings and farewells.
The soft ‘tap tap’ of her heels as she walked down Diagon echoed pleasantly with the gentle hum of the goings on of a busy street. London had had an unseasonably warm streak, sunshine pulling more people out of doors than were usually wont to be.
Alicia liked being outside no matter the weather; she had her mother’s wandering spirit and though she was settled firmly in London, having the breeze on her skin, the sun warming her when it came to pay it’s too-seldom visits in dreary Britain satiated that innate need in her to move. Instead of following the sweet little whisper that wanted her to follow, she flew - where she wanted to - and more often than not that was streaking towards an opponent’s goal posts.
But this day found her in the commercial heart of wizarding Britain; not a particularly common haunt of hers. Soho and Mayfair had their charms and most of her attention, but no other alley in London had ginger haired twins.
Pushing through a brightly decorated door with a blinking sign in the window that read ‘Open’, bells tinkled as she stepped into the little store. She didn’t move beyond the doorway for a long moment; one never knew if there was a surprise waiting for them across the threshold of Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes.
Hearing the bell that signaled the arrival of a customer, Fred set down the Canary Creams he’d been shelving and headed for the front of the shop. It was George’s turn to run their weekly earnings to Gringotts, leaving Fred to man their little store full of all kinds of trouble-making merchandise by himself.
“Welcome to …” he began, putting on the friendly smile he reserved for customers as he came around the corner of the aisle.
What greeted him, however, pulled a real smile from him, slightly skewed with mischief. “… to Weasley’s den of debauchery,” he finished, wrapping an arm around Alicia’s waist and bringing her flush to him.
“Oh, good,” Alicia grinned, one arm going around his neck even as she slid her free hand into his hair. “I found the right place.”
A chuckle rumbled from Fred even as their lips met. He always enjoyed ‘greeting’ one of his girls. Angelina was spiced dark chocolate, Katie a tease of mint as she’d never given him anything but a peck on the lips, and Alicia was strawberry champagne.
He drank deeply, smirking against her lips when her hand clenched in his hair, breath hitching when he nipped her lip.
A customer could walk in any moment though, and he released her lips, leaving them both grinning breathlessly at each other.
“Fred Weasley, darling” Alicia grinned, brown eyes bright. “You certainly know how to make a person feel welcome. No wonder your business is doing so damn well.”
Laughing, Fred stole one more kiss from the invitation he’d made of her lips - swollen and red with his kisses - and then set her down carefully on the little stiletto heels she always insisted on wearing. “Just thought I’d give you a sample of the Daydream Charms,” he quipped, blue eyes dancing as he backed up the few steps that had him sprawling on the stool near the front counter.
“My daydreams,” Alicia echoed, expression bemused as she tapped her chin. “You do presume quite a bit. Who’s to say my daydreams would be filled with ginger thieves?”
“Thieves?” he grinned, palm covering his heart. “I’m hurt. Really hurt, Ali. I give you the best of my youth and I’m labeled a thief for my trouble.”
“Trouble? Yes, you most definitely are that,” Alicia agreed, closing the distance between them to set her little purse on the counter, and then turning to lean her back against it a moment later. Glancing sidelong at Fred, a smile played at her lips as she added, “and I highly doubt I’ve gotten the best of your youth, my friend. I’ve only heard tales, of course, but I’m fairly sure your snogs are nothing but a tease compared to what those hands and lips are capable of.”
Her lips curled into a tiny smirk as Fred’s brows rose, though a smirk was tugging at his lips too.
It was no secret that Fred and one of Alicia’s best friends, Angelina Johnson, had been off and on fuck buddies since they were sixth years in Hogwarts. Alicia and Fred had never gone down that path, shared snogs non-withstanding.
Despite the nature of their ‘greetings’ and general ribbing and teasing of each other, they’d known each other for over fifteen years and had yet to fall into bed - and not for lack of opportunity. Both Fred and Alicia were demonstratively friendly people, and alcohol just didn’t help the outcome of many nights that found them in places where there were other intensely interested ‘demonstratively friendly’ people, but it had never happened between them.
Not to say that neither weren’t interested, but they were comfortable where they were at without the extra complication that sleeping together added to the equation, but most importantly, at least to Alicia, was that Fred was Angie’s.
The two had never been exclusive, but it went against everything in Alicia to poach on Angie’s territory. Snogs were one thing, but not taking it to the next level was the unspoken rule between the two friends.
“Be a gentleman and let me sit down, Weasley,” she continued after the moment of awareness had passed, humor replacing it seamlessly, “And then tell me where your other half is. I’ve a proposition for you both.”
Single brow rising at Alicia’s request that was anything but, Fred slid from the stool with a little bow and murmur of, “yes, your highness.” The gesture earned him a gentle cuff at his hair, and he came up grinning crookedly.
“Georgie’s down at Gringotts, but what, pray tell, have you got in mind?” he inquired, leaning a hip against the counter as he watched Alicia adjust her obscenely short denim skirt as she slid onto the stool. The little rhinestones littered towards the hem drew his attention, but he pulled his gaze from the long expanse of thigh and sparkles to meet her amused dark gaze.
“Why Frederick, darling,” Alicia began, as she crossed her legs and leaned back against the counter. “You and George are going to escort Angie, Katie and I to a charity benefit we’re required to attend at the end of the month.” Her lips curled into a wicked smile as she added, “And then to Amsterdam, of course. They’re opening a new club the same night and we’re to be VIP guests, love.”
“Well then,” Fred mused, rubbing his chin as he pretended to think over the proposition, “If you put it like that.” He grinned, his own smile tinged with mischief. “Being ordered around by three beautiful women in dresses that likely won’t cover enough to please anyone’s father? How could we say no?”
“Oh, lovely,” she purred, slipping from the stool and brushing his lips with a farewell kiss. She grinned. “I knew I could count on my favorite gingers.”
“Not so fast,” he said, wrapping an arm around her waist to pull her to him and steal a proper kiss from her. “There,” he said, satisfied when he pulled back to see that her gaze had darkened. “You need work on goodbyes, Spinnet.”
“I’ll keep that in mind,” she said, smile touching her lips as she slid her sunglasses on. Her brow rose above the large, dark lens as she was about to push out of the little shop. “Give my hello and goodbyes to George, will you?” she asked, tiny smirk pulling at her lips.
Smile touching her lips, Fred’s laughter mixed with the tinkling little bells as she pushed through the door.
SUMMARY: Alicia drops by the twins’ shop to tell ask them to escort her, Angelina and Katie to a benefit. Fred and her discuss and demonstrate proper greetings and farewells.