RP: An April Fool for You
characters: George Weasley, Katie Bell, Molly Weasley
date: 01 April 2000; lunch time
location: 93 Diagon Alley
status/warning: private/sexual situations
summary: Katie visits George on her lunch break to celebrate his birthday. Unfortunately, Molly has the same idea.
completion: complete
Sex was messy. And uncomfortable. Two qualities not usually mentioned in discussion among your mates. They were characteristics best left unsaid because there where so many other good qualities more interesting and which usually made one forget about sore muscles, tiring positions and painful counter tops. George, however, was currently aware of all of them, the good and the bad. Mostly the good.
His calves ached from where he was standing on his tip-toes, the counter tops bit audibly into his hipbones with every thrust and his shoulders strained as he clung to Katie, who didn't look particularly comfortable either propped between the counter and low-hung cupboards. There were also aromas and fluids and in the end clean-up but despite all the effort and energy it took to even have sex, the human race had somehow managed to overpopulate the globe. As George was in the middle of experiencing, this probably had to do with the repetition of movement and how after each thrust, despite any uncomfortable or tiring position, the next thrust felt even better.
George was currently somewhere between tender possession and losing his mind. Katie had come home during her lunch break to have a birthday meal with George but food had been quickly pushed aside. With thighs around his hips and Katie's jaw right at mouth level George focused on the good and ignored the sweat beading between his shoulder blades.
date: 01 April 2000; lunch time
location: 93 Diagon Alley
status/warning: private/sexual situations
summary: Katie visits George on her lunch break to celebrate his birthday. Unfortunately, Molly has the same idea.
completion: complete
Sex was messy. And uncomfortable. Two qualities not usually mentioned in discussion among your mates. They were characteristics best left unsaid because there where so many other good qualities more interesting and which usually made one forget about sore muscles, tiring positions and painful counter tops. George, however, was currently aware of all of them, the good and the bad. Mostly the good.
His calves ached from where he was standing on his tip-toes, the counter tops bit audibly into his hipbones with every thrust and his shoulders strained as he clung to Katie, who didn't look particularly comfortable either propped between the counter and low-hung cupboards. There were also aromas and fluids and in the end clean-up but despite all the effort and energy it took to even have sex, the human race had somehow managed to overpopulate the globe. As George was in the middle of experiencing, this probably had to do with the repetition of movement and how after each thrust, despite any uncomfortable or tiring position, the next thrust felt even better.
George was currently somewhere between tender possession and losing his mind. Katie had come home during her lunch break to have a birthday meal with George but food had been quickly pushed aside. With thighs around his hips and Katie's jaw right at mouth level George focused on the good and ignored the sweat beading between his shoulder blades.