Leigh!fic- Moving On (1/1)- George Weasley, Angelina Johnson, Fred Weasley
Title: Moving On (1/1)
Author: Leigh, aka leigh_adams
Characters: George Weasley, Angelina Johnson, Fred Weasley
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 331
Summary: Her love for two men tears her apart.
Author’s Notes: Written for hp_humpdrabbles . The prompt was 'faded photographs' and 'George Weasley.'
Faded photographs slipped from Angelina's fingers as she took a sip of her wine, blinking back the few tears that had sprung forth. The embers of the dying fire glowed in the heart, casting shadows about the sitting room. It wasn't healthy, but Angelina hadn't been healthy in several years.
Freckled hands slid across her smooth, dark stomach, prompting gooseflesh to rise on her skin. No matter where they were or what they were doing, Fred's touch always made Angelina feel like melted butter. His lips trailed across her collarbone, and he raked his teeth over her pulse point. Her shudder prompted his lips to turn upwards in a wicked smirk, and he murmured, "Like that?"
"More," she whispered, aching against him. "Damn you, Fred Weasley, more."
Fred snickered and moved to hover over her. One smooth thrust, a mingled gasp and groan, and he was inside her, filling her. "Merlin, Angie," he rasped as he moved, hips rolling against hers.
She moaned and wrapped her legs around his waist, drawing him even tighter against him. Her dark eyes opened and bored into his, and as she leaned up to press her lips to his, she whispered, "I love you."
Brushing back tears, Angelina set the empty wine glass down on the coffee table and padded back to the bedroom. The moonlight was soft, filtering through the curtains and illuminating the sleeping body in her bed.
She tried to be quiet, but her movements as she slid into bed prompted her partner to roll over and yawn. "Angie?" he murmured blearily. "What're you doing up so late?"
"Nothing," she whispered, sliding under the covers next to him. Reaching up to cover his cheek, she whispered, "Go back to sleep."
He hummed and nodded, letting one arm drape over her waist. "Love you," he murmured, surrendering once more to the blissful waves of sleep.
Angelina blinked, and this time made no move to brush away her tear. "I love you too, George Weasley."
Author: Leigh, aka leigh_adams
Characters: George Weasley, Angelina Johnson, Fred Weasley
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 331
Summary: Her love for two men tears her apart.
Author’s Notes: Written for hp_humpdrabbles . The prompt was 'faded photographs' and 'George Weasley.'
Faded photographs slipped from Angelina's fingers as she took a sip of her wine, blinking back the few tears that had sprung forth. The embers of the dying fire glowed in the heart, casting shadows about the sitting room. It wasn't healthy, but Angelina hadn't been healthy in several years.
Freckled hands slid across her smooth, dark stomach, prompting gooseflesh to rise on her skin. No matter where they were or what they were doing, Fred's touch always made Angelina feel like melted butter. His lips trailed across her collarbone, and he raked his teeth over her pulse point. Her shudder prompted his lips to turn upwards in a wicked smirk, and he murmured, "Like that?"
"More," she whispered, aching against him. "Damn you, Fred Weasley, more."
Fred snickered and moved to hover over her. One smooth thrust, a mingled gasp and groan, and he was inside her, filling her. "Merlin, Angie," he rasped as he moved, hips rolling against hers.
She moaned and wrapped her legs around his waist, drawing him even tighter against him. Her dark eyes opened and bored into his, and as she leaned up to press her lips to his, she whispered, "I love you."
Brushing back tears, Angelina set the empty wine glass down on the coffee table and padded back to the bedroom. The moonlight was soft, filtering through the curtains and illuminating the sleeping body in her bed.
She tried to be quiet, but her movements as she slid into bed prompted her partner to roll over and yawn. "Angie?" he murmured blearily. "What're you doing up so late?"
"Nothing," she whispered, sliding under the covers next to him. Reaching up to cover his cheek, she whispered, "Go back to sleep."
He hummed and nodded, letting one arm drape over her waist. "Love you," he murmured, surrendering once more to the blissful waves of sleep.
Angelina blinked, and this time made no move to brush away her tear. "I love you too, George Weasley."