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10th-Aug-2007 10:31 am - Taken - 8/10/02
Thoughtful
"I don't know about this, Fred," Gabrielle says hesitantly, her deep blue eyes capturing mine as she stands in front of me, her teeth worrying on her bottom lip.

"You didn't Firecall me last night. I think you owe me, Gabs," I wink while leaning further into the fire and wishing I could just fall through the flames. If I did, I know I would gather her into my arms and hold her close for hours on end. Smiling, I continue, "Besides, you told me earlier your Mum is not around and you are my wife. I think I'm allowed to see you naked."

This is the first time we've slept apart since December and I miss her desperately. But I know deep down inside that I made the right decision when I encouraged Gabrielle to go with her mother rather than being in Paris with me. Her mother seemed to be extremely happy with Gabrielle accompanying her when she traveled to Milan and judging from Gabs' smile, she is happy to be there.

"But I missed you terribly, Fred and I promise I won't miss another call again. Mere and I just stayed out really late," she counters with a slight smile. "But I did call you tonight."

I glance around her room and I'm amazed by the sheer size of it. It's as big as our flat over Zonko's and I realize again just what kind of wealth Gabrielle is used to in her life.

But I must press on, so putting on my best pout, I purse my bottom lip while countering, "You did call tonight but I still think you owe me for last night's slight. I waited up until two a.m."

"Can you wait until we get home? We'll be together in two days and I promise I'll make it worth your while," Gabrielle pleads softly but she steps closer to the fire.

"It's up to you, love but I'm alone here and I'm oh so horny," I grin. Swinging my head from left to right, I say, "Please, Gabrielle. Besides, I'm sure you could use it too."

After a moment Gabrielle picks up her wand and casts a spell at the door. I grin as she returns to the fireplace and pulls a chair over. She stands with her knee bent, the seduction in her eyes smoldering in the firelight before she begins to unbutton her gown. She pushes the gown of her shoulders, letting the smooth material slide down her body until she stands naked before me. She sits in the chair, so damn close to the fire that I want to reach out and touch her before she says, "What do you want now?"

I gulp deeply as I feel my erection begin to tent in my boxers. Dropping to my knees, I feel the rough brick scrape my skin while I say, "Open your legs, Gabs, so I can see. That's it, love. Now, take two of your fingers and put them in your cunt."

She obeys my commands, dropping her hand immediately between her thighs and I hear her gasp. Gabrielle throws her head back, her blonde hair curtaining behind her while she touches herself. Her tongue slides between her teeth while she moans, "Goddess, is this what you want?"

I watch her fingers move rhythmically in and out of her body as I feel my cock push out the front of my boxers. My hand reaches reflexively and I pass it over the smooth skin, trying hard not to let myself become too excited. I brace my other hand against the fireplace while I tilt my head forward again and say, "Yes, that's it, love. Now, run your thumb over your clit. Are you wet for me, Gabs?"

"Yes, so wet, Fred," she answers while her thumb grazes over her nub, eliciting a small groan.

My hand begins to move more rapidly on my hardness, the tenuous self-control I have disappearing quickly as I stare at my beautiful, wanton, perfect wife. Her legs spread even further and I watch in fascination as she pushes herself to the edge before I encourage, "Look at me, Gabs. Do you see how excited I am? God, the second you were naked, I started to wank…couldn't help myself."

My running dialogue seems to send Gabs spiraling and I watch her thighs quiver before she whimpers, "I'm getting so close."

"Work those fingers inside you. Now you can start to scissor them apart, love," My eyes roam over her and I watch a sheen of perspiration begin to cover her body. Her thumb moves more rapidly against her clit and I hear her breath begin to hitch before I urge, "You're beautiful, Gabs. Merlin, I know you're close. But I wish it was my cock inside you instead of your fingers."

"Me too, Fred," she gasps as she brings her head down and I see the swell of passion in her azure eyes. Her hips roll forward while she adds, "Tell me,..tell me what to do now."

"Add a third finger inside that beautiful cunt of yours and imagine it's my cock inside of you," I command softly.

I squeeze my erection harder, looking at Gabrielle intently until I see her shiver softly, listen to the sound of her fingers plunging into the place I most want to be right now. My mind opens and I can almost taste her skin, smell her excitement…and I know that I never want to be apart from her again.

My mind is wrenched back to the present and when I hear her sigh softly, I bring my eyes to her again just in time to watch her tumble over the edge. A drawn out tremor devours her and I see her twist her thumb harshly over her clitoris before she cries out, "Fred, I love you."

I clench my fingers over my erection at a more rapid pace, feeling my own impending release but I don't care about my own needs as Gabrielle begins to slump in the chair, her body still shuddering slightly. Her eyes snap open and the lust there sends me soaring as I imagine her cunt gripping me tightly while I moan, 'You're so perfect, Gabs."

Our erratic breathing is the only sound in the room for several moments until I hear Gabrielle ask, "Can I watch you now, Fred?"

"It's too late for that…sorry, love," I reply sheepishly while I reach behind me and try to find a pair of shorts in my suddenly cold room.

"Maybe tomorrow then?" Gabrielle smiles wickedly while she moves closer to the fire.

"Only if you tell me a dirty story," I respond while pulling on my shorts.

"All my dirty stories involve you," she answers as she leans into the fire.

We are so close now as we both peer into the blaze that for a moment I think if I turn toward her, I can kiss her, taste her lips. But I realize that no matter what I want, it's just not going to happen and instead I say, "I always want it to be that way but I think we'd better say good night before your mere sneaks up behind you."

"She wouldn't be happy with us in this state," Gabrielle laughs.

"I know and all the goodwill I've built up with her will disappear just like that," I respond while I try to find the shirt I flung off earlier.

"I love you, Fred," she grins. She stares at me quietly before she adds, "I miss you so badly…I don't want to be without you again."

"I know…it hurts, love," I reply. She smiles wanly before I continue, "I can't wait to see you in a few days. I'm leaving as soon as my last meeting is done at noon."

"Goddess, I'm going to make love to you all night long when we're together again," Gabrielle exclaims excitedly. A noise sounds from behind her and she says quickly, "Mere is home, Fred. I have to get some clothes on. Good night and I love you."

"Good night…I love you too," I answer while I watch her dart out of the fire after she blows a kiss at me.

I tumble out of the fire, a smile plastered to my face. We've been together for a year now and I love her more every single day. I'm so glad she's enjoying time with her mother but I need her back with me soon and I can't wait until we see each other again.

"She has a beautiful face," a voice behind me sounds and I turn quickly. Shock crosses my features as I see a blonde haired man leaning lazily against my hotel bedroom's door jamb, spinning his wand.

"How the fuck did you get in here?" I say with alarm.

"I bribed the desk clerk," he answers calmly.

"Then why are you here?" I ask while gauging how long it would take me to grab my wand off the mantelpiece.

"I have been ordered to take you to see my employer. They are anxious to meet you," he responds and motions behind him.

Two more men walk into the room and I glance at each of them while I inquire, "Who is this most gracious employer and why do they want to meet me?"

"That would ruin the surprise," he grins. He stands erect while he looks at the two men with him and says, "Mathias and Serge, I believe it's time for you to gather our guest. It's been a joy speaking with you, Fred Weasley."

I step back as Mathias approaches me, drawing his wand. His bald head shines in the candlelight and I stare at his hulking form before I spin quickly and grab my own wand.

"Stupefy," I cry out while dropping to the floor quickly. A purple ribbon fires out of my wand at Mathias but he darts to the side and my spell misses him. But I hear a loud groan behind him and I see Serge crumple to the floor and I realize my spell has at least found a target.

"Crucio," Mathias growls and a pale blue light snakes out at me. I duck behind a chair and hear the spell splash against the floor behind me.

Kicking my legs out, I send the chair flying at Mathias and he groans when it hits his stomach. He drops to a knee and I rush him quickly, slamming my body into his and I hear a gratifying crunch as my elbow hits his nose.

Mathias yelps and I'm just about to hit him again when I feel something blunt crash against my skull. A blinding white light fills my vision before I slump forward, teetering on the edge of unconsciousness.

I turn my head groggily and in the darkening haze taking over my senses, I see the blonde man standing with the fire poker in his hand. I try to stand but I can't, so instead I fall forward, my head crashing into the floor.

"I think that I will ask my employer if I can have the beautiful blonde in the fire, Mr. Weasley. I wish I had come in before the end of your conversation to see more of her. But I saw her face and I know you are a lucky man," he smiles while he crouches in front of me.

I try to push myself up again but the darkness overcomes me and my last thought is that I don't think I'll be home in time to see Gabrielle.
8th-Aug-2007 09:33 am - Something to Remember - 8/8/2002
Thoughtful
“Are you sure you got enough clothes?” I ask as I stare down at the two suitcases Gabrielle is preparing to reduce for easier carrying.

“They’re not full. But I expect Mere will be filling at least one up with clothes,” Gabrielle says sheepishly while twirling around and checking her flowered dress.

I laugh at her comment, thinking about how miserly Gabrielle is with money normally. She knows she can buy whatever she wants but she chooses to stay within a strict budget and a Mum sponsored shopping spree is probably just what she needs.

“You know you can always spend whatever you want. We can afford the best, wife of mine,” I scowl in mock frustration and cross my arms.

“But that’s our money for a new home and our family.” She walks toward me and curls her arms under mine. “Besides I took some money to buy you a present.”

“Lingerie, I hope,” I tilt my head and smile. “Not for you but for me, something red with those garter things and sparkly thing-a-ma-bobs on the tits, that whirl around.”

Gabrielle rears back and punches my shoulder while I wrap my arms around her. I’m going to miss her. I know it’s only four days but I just dread that she won’t be around and I know the nights will be horrible.

“I’ll see if I can find something but I don’t think red is a good color with your ginger locks,” she smirks while she reaches up and runs her hand through my hair.

Bending down, I capture her ice blue eyes, letting them melt me with a glance. She’s intoxicating and I breathe in deeply, taking in her scent, hoping to memorize it for the days ahead.

Pausing for a moment, I open myself bare before her as I brush my lips against hers. She moans, deepening our kiss as my tongue sweeps into her mouth. Her hands pull my head closer and I realize that her desperation matches mine.

Breaking our kiss, I lean down further, my lips grazing against the porcelain skin of her throat. My breathing grows erratic as I murmur, “I want you.”

She gasps when my teeth sink into her neck, yet she tilts her head back, a strangled moan emitting from deep within her before she replies, “Fred, my mere will be here soon.”

Gabrielle tries to keep her voice stern but behind it I hear a hint of desire and I push her against the wall, feeling her bare leg brush against my trousers. My hands move to her shoulders, brushing down her the slope of her arm as I hook my fingers under the straps of her dress and pull them down slowly.

“I want to fuck you,” I say in a low voice full of need as the gauzy fabric of her dress drops below her full breasts. My hands move down her body and I bend my head, watching her chest rise and fall in anticipation.

My thumbs fan over her nipples and after I watch them become erect, I glance up at her face, seeing the rise of desire in the flushed tones of her skin. My lips capture hers again and she groans her protest when my hands drop down her body again to find the hem of her dress.

“Fred, hurry,” she keens as I pull aside her knickers and push two fingers into her cunt.

She’s wet and wanting, her breath hitching every time I shove my fingers into her in a steady rhythm.

Hands on my trousers break my pace for a brief second but I give her a wicked smile as I look at Gabrielle and ask, “Impatient?”

She doesn’t say a word as she unzips my trousers and pulls out my cock. Her hand curls around my erection for a moment and she stares at it intently as if she wants nothing more. One more long drag of her fingers down my length forces me to groan before I lift her off the floor.

She wraps her legs around my waist, pulling me to her as poise myself at her entrance and pause for a moment. Gabrielle stares at me quizzically, confusion and desire mixing in a turbulent haze across her features. She opens her mouth to speak but before she can say a word, I push up with my hips and bury my cock inside her.

Gabrielle’s head tilts back at the sudden intrusion and her azure eyes open wide before she moans, “Fuck.”

Setting my feet firmly, I drive into her again, feeling her muscles clench around me, the silken grip and heat almost too much for me. My hands drift to cup her arse, lifting her up before plunging her down on my cock, taking from her what I need to sustain me when we’re apart. Our eyes lock as we continue to move against each other and I almost lose myself in her but this isn’t about romance, so leaning over, I growl in a honeyed voice, “Going to give you a fucking to remember, Gabs. Don’t want you thinking about another man.”

“Won’t ever,” Gabrielle gasps.

The look of ecstasy on her face, the burning need in her eyes call to me and I drop my hands between us, sliding inside her knickers, pulling roughly until they tear off of her. Wrapping Gabrielle’s knickers in my hand, I show them to her before I shove them into my pocket and say in a low voice, “Mine.”

My hand moves quickly, the map of her body so familiar until I find her clit. Gabrielle begins to circle her hips on my cock, grinding her body against me as I continue to move inside her. Her body shivers, the tension building while she whimpers, “Always.”

“Good, now come for me,” I command as I fuck her with even more intent, my need to claim her driving me. I know deep inside she’d never cheat on me but I want her to know, every one to know that she’s not for them.

I can see her pleasure threatening to break over her and my fingers twirl faster over her nub. Her walls tighten around me and I feel each tremor pulsing through her cunt straight to my cock as she comes. Her voice is high and shrill, the siren call a perfect tenor as she cries out, “Fred, I love you, only you.”

Wrapping my arms around her, I feel her shiver in my arms, the hard edge of her bliss beginning to dull and she kisses me deeply, her gratitude and longing expressed in that one act.

A knock at the door sounds and I pause, my body tense. Gabrielle’s blue eyes open wide as she freezes and I hold her steady while a voice outside says, “Gabrielle, there’s a woman waiting downstairs for you.”

Hesitation takes reign over Gabrielle’s features and I curse my luck as my cock twitches inside her. I move to put her down but Gabrielle grabs my arm before she calls out, “Elaine, will you tell my mother that I’ll be down in a minute.”

A wave of relief washes over me as Gabrielle smiles while I mouth the words, “I love you.”

“I need to make sure that you have something to remember too,” she answers while wrapping her arms around me. Her legs tighten, holding me close again while she adds, “Now hurry, mere won’t wait forever.”

My cock driving into Gabrielle silences her again and we begin to rock together, finding that familiar rhythm. She whispers words of encouragement in my ear, each illicit phrase bringing me closer.

Finally, I tumble over the edge, my length filling her as my vision begins to cloud and I come inside her, perfection achieved while I hiss, “Fucking memorable.”

We each try to catch our breath while I hold her still. My hand pushes her hair back from her forehead and I want to tell her how much I love her but I know she needs to go. Her feet fall to the floor as we untangle. I sigh, knowing that she is leaving me if just for a few days.

Gabrielle smoothes down her dress and adjusts herself quickly before her voice fills with regret as she asks, “Do I look okay?”

“Perfect, love.” I sigh as I pull up my trousers and make myself presentable while I continue to tell myself that we’ll only be apart for a few more days.
1st-Aug-2006 06:07 pm - Dinner at Faerie Ridge
Fred
Going to Gabrielle’s home for dinner is the opportunity I have been waiting for since we’ve gotten together. Gabrielle has been very hesitant to introduce me to her mother which is understandable given how acrimonious things have been between her mother and my family since Bill and Fleur got together.

“Fred, your robes are wrinkled in the back.” Gabrielle huffs in exasperation while she puts on a lovely black dress.

“Right, sorry about that,” I reply while taking off my robes and picking up my wand. Mumbling a quick charm, I’m pleased to see the wrinkles fall away and when I pick up the robes again, I smile at my handy work.

“You’re not wearing any trousers!” Gabrielle gasps as she sits on the edge of the bed and puts on her high heels.

“It’s summer and I’m wearing robes.” I sniff indignantly. “Besides, easier access just in case we find a moment alone. George said the place is huge.”

I wink but all Gabrielle does is scowl as she says, “There will be no way we will shag in my mere’s home. Now put on some trousers please and a decent shirt.”

“Sorry again,” I mumble while I turn toward the wardrobe and find a pair of khaki trousers.

Ever since Gabrielle announced that we were invited to Faerie Ridge after her mother’s unexpected visit, she’s been on edge and I’ve tried to placate her but it just doesn’t seem to be working. The closer it gets to the time of our visit, her tenseness and the accompanying nagging seems to be getting worse.

Sliding my trousers on, I fasten them after I tuck in my shirt. I debate on whether I need a tie and decide that it may be for the best before I had to face Gabrielle’s wrath again. After putting on my shoes, I look over at Gabs in the washroom as she decides whether she should wear her hair up or down.

Gabrielle grins at her reflection after she makes the decision to keep her hair down. She finishes putting on a few touches of makeup before she leaves the bathroom and throws on her robes. She glances at each side of her body before she announces, “I’m ready to go now.”

She bends over to pick up her small matching pocketbook and I walk over to her and wrap my arms around her waist while I say, “You look perfect, Gabs.”

“Thank you,” she answers as she turns in my arms. I bend down to kiss her but she turns her face away whiles she says, “I don’t want to ruin my gloss.”


Sighing, I let her go and find my wand. As we walk out the door and walk downstairs, I snap my fingers and run over to the front of Zonko’s. I return a moment later with a large vase of lilies and I watch Gabrielle’s face light up while I grin, “I reckon I need all the help I can get to win your mum over.”

“Thank you so much for doing that, Fred.” Gabrielle smiles genuinely before she curves her arms around my neck.

She leans forward and tilts her head. Her lips part slightly but I pull away before I reply, “I thought you were worried about your gloss.”

“It’s strawberry flavored and I thought you’d like to share,” she responds and crushes her lips to mine.

Our kiss deepens and I place my arms on her waist. For a moment, I want to hold her there and see if I can convince Gabrielle to stay right here with me instead of going to her mother’s. But I realize that this is important to her and I break our kiss before I say, “I guess we’d better get going, love.”

I give her a peck on the cheek before I take her hand and we walk outside, moving into the alley. Gabrielle explains to me how to get to her mother’s home before we Apparate to Faerie Ridge.

When we arrive, Gabrielle takes my hand and leads me up a small path until we come in view of her mother’s home. Turning to me, Gabrielle says, “Well, we’re here.”

“Bloody hell, why didn’t anyone tell me your mum lives in a castle?” I ask in astonishment.

“I guess it never came up,” Gabrielle grins as she tries to pull me toward the front door.

“I can’t believe you live with me in that one bedroom flat after this,” I say in wonder as we move toward the…um…home…castle. “We need to get a better home.”

“We lived in France before we moved here.” Gabrielle replies. We walk up the steps to the front door before she says, “I never really lived here because shortly after we arrived, I met you and I’m much happier in our one bedroom flat with no doors than I was here.”

“I think I have to agree,” I respond with a grin before I knock on the door.

A dour looking man answers the door and after smiling at Gabrielle, he looks at me with disdain before he says, “Bonjour, Mademoiselle Delacour, your mother is waiting for you in the living room.”

“Thank you, Antone,” Gabrielle answers as we walk past him.
Gabrielle leads me down a hallway large enough to have a Quidditch match in before we turn the corner and we walk into a majestic room. I gasp slightly when I see the mosaic tile on the floor and the tapestries on the wall…I know that I’m completely out of my league.

But when Gabrielle’s mother rises from one of the four sofas in the room and walks toward us, my eyes are riveted on her. I’ve never taken the time to look at ‘mere’ but I can definitely tell where Gabrielle and for that matter, Fleur get their beauty.

She smiles brilliantly and even though I know she is somewhat older than her daughters, she doesn’t look at all like she is the mother of two. I gulp nervously when she looks at me but she walks right past me and hugs my wife closely before she says, “Gabrielle.”

“Hello mere.” Gabrielle melts into her mother’s embrace and I can see the comfort she receives just from the touch of her mere.

Gabrielle’s mother releases her after a moment and turns toward me, holding out her hand while saying, “Welcome, Mr. Weasley.”

I shake her hand and she pulls it away before I nod and reply, “Thank you, Ms. Delacour. But you can call me Fred.”

“Of course, Fred and you may call me Babette,” she tilts her head slightly and I gulp before I remember the flowers and hand them to her. She sniffs them before she says, “I think I should be thanking you.”

“You’re welcome,” I say while trying my hardest not to screw this up for either me or Gabrielle. “This is a lovely home.”

“Yes, well let me give you the grand tour, Fred,” Babette replies pleasantly. She takes my arm and walks me out of the room with Gabrielle on her other side and while she begins to speak, I think to myself that this visit just might not be so bad.
24th-Jul-2006 03:47 pm - The Sky is Falling...
Golf Clap
“Expansion and now a corporate office, I can’t believe it,” I say in wonder while leaning back in my chair.

“Believe it, brother,” George answers as he walks over to the icebox in his office and takes out two butterbeers.

He hands me one and sits on the edge of his desk. Opening my bottle, I clink in against George’s before I reply, “It’s just that last summer we were one store and now...”

“Now, we’ve got four stores with numbers five and six on the way.” George smiles as he takes a sip of his butterbeer. He places the bottle on his desk before he adds, “This is just the beginning, Fred.”

I nod, contemplating George’s words. He’s right. We’ve gone far beyond what we were just one year ago when we were worried about buying a second store. After Zonko’s opened, we were still anxious that we’d overextended. That was until we began the Wicked line and the Galleons began to fly in. Suddenly we had more money than we knew what to do with and that was when we decided to expand our business.

“We need to hire more people,” I reply while leaning back in my chair.

I study my brother closely, noting the concern etched on his features. He runs his hand through his ginger hair before he responds, “I agree completely. We’re getting to the point where you and I are wearing too many hats.”

“Well, we can surely find a few decent employees from our graduating class at Hogwarts.” I smirk while shifting in the leather chair.

George frowns before he says, “A bunch of eighteen year olds flouncing around our stores is fine but I don’t know about the corporate office.”

“I don’t see too many barristers and healers knocking our doors down to work here. We need quality people and hiring students wouldn’t hurt us if we make sure they are trained properly,” I answer, rising to my feet and beginning to pace as I begin to become more and more excited.

“We need experienced people, Fred. We’re a corporation now.” George shakes his head as he pushes himself away from the desk.

“We’re here, George. We can train the people we hire and I’m sure we can find a few more experienced workers to help us,” I reason while running my hand along the shelving in the office, my mind wandering back to a simpler time when it was George and I against the world.

I remember opening up on our first day when the two of us sat nervously by the door, waiting for our first customer. We made small talk, each of us trying to display a false sense of bravado as we wondered if we’d just pissed the money Harry gave us down the drain.

The first person who wandered into the store was a stern man with thin lips who had the beadiest eyes I have ever seen. He looked at us disapprovingly and I remembered thinking that he was probably thinking the same thing that everyone thinks when they meet us. That George and I are just a pair of joke shop owners, not worth their time. But after he entered, George and I were able to charm him into buying a number of fireworks. Once our now satisfied customer left, George and I jumped around like a pair of kids because we knew that we were on our way to becoming successful in the field we chose.

“Aren’t they all going to be like that Mason fellow? Working for a joke shop isn’t a proper career and all?” George asks but I can tell from the set of his jaw that he is definitely intrigued by the idea.

“We’re not hiring stock room clerks and janitors. We’re looking for people to work in our executive offices in accounting, marketing, product development, potion making....any job we have, I’m sure they could fill,” I reply, my mind now really whirling.

“How about Gabrielle? She’s a whiz with the books, potions, and can charm the pants off of anyone.” George comments, his features brightening at my suggestion.

“I’m not sure if she’d want to work here,” I admit while I lean against the rickety bookshelf George has kept in here since we opened this store and I’m happy he did since it’s part of our legacy.

“Ah, I see, joke shop stigma strikes again?” George sighs and sits again on the edge of the desk. “I don’t understand it because like you said. We’re hiring for corporate positions and I’m sure we’re going to pay more than any of these kids would make coming out of school anywhere else.”

“It’s not that. I think she wants to strike out on her own,” I answer sharply. I understand to a point why Gabrielle has a need to find her own way but I do believe there are so many opportunities here at Wheezes that she’d be able to become anything she wanted. Sighing, I push the thought out of my mind as I continue, “I think we want go-getters. Gabrielle has a couple of friends we could recruit. One is in some entry level position in the Ministry and the other one was still applying for jobs. We can bring them both on board in administration and maybe product development.”

“I think the idea is absolutely brilliant, Fred. We can hire younger people, pay them better than the competitors like the Ministry and we’ll be able to gather some young bright, talented workers,” George offers and moves over to the other side of his desk. After he sits, he asks, “Do you think Gabs might help us recruit?”

“I don’t know. I’d have to ask,” I reply while staring at the worn carpet on the floor. I think of the many days George and I would pace this very office brainstorming like we are now and become a bit wistful before I shake loose of my melancholy and reply, “I think we need to look for either hard workers or the goof offs. The hard workers will always give us an honest effort while the goof offs just need to apply themselves and if anyone can get the pranksters motivated, it is us. I think we need to stay away from the smart ones like William Mason…”

“You’re probably right. They think they’re shite don’t stink and they’re too good to work for the likes of us,” George responds angrily.

A knock sounds at the office door and each of us grows quiet. The door opens and Whizzy Worthington, our erstwhile partner and the person who is in charge of the expansion of Wheezes into foreign markets. I think George and I would still just have Zonko’s and Wheeze’s. Neither of us really have an idea of how Whizzy does it but his last report said he had four more new locations lined up in Paris, Berlin, Geneva, and Moscow.

I walk over and greet him warmly with a heartfelt smile as I say, “Hello, Whizzy. How’re you doing?’

But when I look into his eyes, all I see is how exhausted he seems to be and I immediately become concerned. Out of the corner of my eye, I see George rise and make his way over to us while he says, “Whizzy, come take a seat.”

Whizzy shambles over to one of the chairs and plops down into it. While we follow him, George looks at me curiously, surely wondering what is wrong with Whizzy and I shrug my shoulders in reply.

After both of us sit, we each lean forward, staring intently at Whizzy. He takes a deep breath and glances between us, giving George and me each a heartfelt look before he says, “I have some bad news. Aveline has given me back Cleansweep and I have decided to return. I am very sorry.”

George and I stare at Whizzy in stunned silence. He’s become an integral part of our company and his knowledge has really helped us. We’ve been able to do so much since Whizzy came aboard and I already feel myself becoming anxious at his departure.

“When will you be leaving?” George asks with a bit of trepidation in his voice.

“I need to leave immediately. I know it is sudden but I need to start hiring back my old employees and finding new ones. I have a feeling I am going to be very shorthanded when I take over after the Board approves me,” Whizzy replies and for the first time ever, I see our normally extremely confident friend fidget. “I will be returning the percentage of ownership you gave me immediately.”

“This puts us in a spot, Whizzy,” George answers, his thoughts mimicking mine. He rubs his temple before he adds, “We’re opening up the new corporate office and with the expansion, we’re going to be real shorthanded.”

“It cannot be helped. I will try to assist you as much as possible but I cannot promise you anything,” Whizzy says despondently.

“Understandable,” I nod as I try to think about how George and I will split up duties now.

“I need to inform you about one more item.” Whizzy breathes deeply before he sits erect. He grips the armrests of his chair before he says, “I will not be headhunting any employees but if anyone asks about employment with me, I will consider them. But I would ask you for permission as a courtesy before making my decision.”

“That’s fair enough,” George replies.

“I am sorry again.” Whizzy stands and I can see the honesty on his features as he speaks. Standing up, he shakes my hand while he says, “I truly enjoyed working with the two of you and you have taught me so much. I want you to know I wish sincerely that I did not have to leave.”

“Thank you, Whizzy,” George takes Whizzy’s hand and shakes it.

When George drops his hand, Whizzy turns and leaves without looking back at us. Once he is gone, I sigh loudly before I say, “I guess we need to decide what we’re going to do now.”

George walks over to the icebox and when he turns around, he holds out a beer to me before he replies, “We’ll think about that tomorrow, Fred. Tonight, let’s just try to forget.”
18th-Jul-2006 09:15 am - Fred Fatale
Fred
I have always looked forward to my meetings with Gabrielle’s sister, Fleur, not because of her obvious beauty but the fact that beneath the somewhat aloof, cold exterior that she lets the rest of the world see, there is a caring person who I thoroughly enjoy spending time with when we do get to speak to one another. Of course, the fact that she is also spokesmodel for our Wicked and Wonder Witch lines also excites me but I do feel that ever since she and Aveline brought Gabrielle to me when my wife contracted the Veela sickness, Fleur and I have shared a bond.


I know how much Fleur loves her sister and in return, Gabrielle would do anything for Fleur also. Maybe our mutual need to make sure Gabrielle is safe and cared for is what has brought us closer together or the fact she is engaged to my brother…but I count Fleur among my friends whom I trust now.


That’s why I’m excited to see her today along with the fact that we need to discuss the fall and winter ad campaigns and I want to show her a few ideas that have been percolating in my mind.


“Fred, Fleur is here to see you.” The cheery countenance of Elaine, Zonko’s store manager makes me smile as she opens the door and pokes her head into my office.


“Let her in,” I reply as I stand and round the desk to greet my sister-in-law…umm…and ex sister-in-law…umm…that’s a bit confusing.


Fleur slides past Elaine and I can see by the fiery storm playing across her features that she is not very happy. Elaine closes the door and Fleur walks over to me. She hugs me and when she pulls away, I see that she no longer looks as if she is gong to bite my head off.


“’Bonjour, Fred, I am so ‘appy to zee you,” Fleur greets me as she hugs me once more.


“I’m glad to see you too, Fleur,” I reply as she squeezes the air out of my lungs.


“Where iz George?” Fleur asks as she stares around my cramped office.


“He is working on some things for our corporate office,” I reply. Fleur releases me and I usher her to a seat in front of my desk while I offer, “Would you like something to drink, luv?”


“Wine, if you ‘ave it,” Fleur replies.


I arch an eyebrow at her request given that it’s only ten a.m. but I reach up onto the bookshelf and find a bottle of wine that Lee gave me last year. After uncorking it, I pour some in a glass and hand it to Fleur before I ask, “Everything all right?”


“Yes, it iz fine,” Fleur answers quietly. She takes a gulp of her wine while I sit on the edge of the desk before she continues, “Except your brother iz a pig.”


“I assume your talking about Bill.” I respond. Placing my hand on my chin, I recall the events at the Ministry Ball before I add, “He has seemed out-of-sorts lately. A bit more gruff than usual.”


“’e iz an ass,” Fleur answers sharply. She drinks the rest of her wine and holds out her glass. I fill it again and put the bottle down before I lean forward slightly. Her hand flies into the air in exasperation before she continues, “All ‘e does iz work and when ‘e comes ‘ome, all he wants to do…”


Her voice trails off and I nod while I reply sheepishly, “I like to do that too after work…well, also before work and if I’m lucky during work.”


“Well, it iz different for us. I am sure you and Gabrielle do other zings but your brother does not ‘ave ze time for anything else.” Fleur states emphatically before sipping her wine again.


“I am sure he is working hard to make sure you two will be alright. I mean we didn’t grow up with much, Fleur, so we all want to make sure we do better,” I answer as I try to assuage her anger.


“I never want more zan ze home we ‘ave now and I make enough money for us.” Fleur huffs in exasperation.


“I don’t know what to tell you. Bill’s always wanted to do things on his own and he’s always been the best and the brightest. I just think he’s going through a phase and he likes his new job now,” I reply while I slide off the edge of the desk and sit in the chair next to her. Placing my hand on her shoulder, I say, It’ll soon be over and you two will be making those gooey eyes at each other just like you used to when you visited the Burrow before you two got married.”


Fleur chuckles as she pats the back of my hand while she raises an eyebrow and replies, “I would not be talking, Fred. I ‘ave zeen you and ma ange many times looking at each other az if you were ze last two people in ze world.”


“Can’t argue with you there. I feel that way many times,” I answer while I remove my hand from her shoulder.


“Ah, young love.” Fleur laughs. She takes my hand in hers before she says, “Zank you for making me feel better. You are a good friend.”


“No problem,” I reply. Taking my hand from hers, I reach for a folder on the desk before I ask, “Shall we get down to business now, Fleur?”

“I am thrilled, Fred. Ze sketches you sent were excellent.” Fleur replies excitedly. I pass her the folder and she pulls out some of the final sketches before she smiles, “Capturing ze Snitch. Zat is a playful theme. I will be the Snitch, no?”


“The one and only. The idea is to coincide with the Fall Quidditch season. We want to plaster your picture all over stadiums,” I say anxiously, feeling my excitement begin to build. “We figure that sales will be at an all-time high this Christmas.”


She picks up an envelope containing pictures from the last shoot and files through them slowly. Fleur begins to beam slightly as she admires herself before she looks curiously at Photobucket - Video and Image Hostingone picture in particular.


She holds it up to me and her voice is full of curiosity when she asks, “Why did you not use zis one? I look seductive.”


Craning my neck slightly, I look at the picture for a moment before I smile, “You can see a little bit too much….um…nipple, Fleur.”


“Are zere rules about zat?” She asks indignantly. “I ‘ave zeen more skin in Ministry ads.”


She huffs and I grin as I watch her before I say, “It’s not that. There isn’t a problem with the picture and it could be charmed to take it out. But if Bill caught wind we were allowing you to appear naked, he would have a Kneazle.”


“Zat iz not fair, Fred. It iz my body and my decision.” Fleur retorts. “Besides if it ‘elps sales, I would do it for zure.”


“I agree with you completely but the little beastie you live with may huff and puff and blow Zonko’s down if something like that were to happen,” I argue while placing my hand on her knee and patting it.


“I will ‘andle Bill. If I make ze decision to take a million nude photos and put them on every street corner in England, I will do just zat,” she replies indignantly.


“We still wouldn’t do a fully nude shot, Fleur,” I answer quickly and pull my hand away while wondering what the hell I have gotten myself into now.


“Would sales go up if I were to do ze naked shots?” Fleur asks while staring at the picture again.


“You’re a beautiful woman and very popular, so I am sure your photos would be a boon. But there will be no naughty bits showing. We’re still a joke shop at heart,” I respond while lifting my chin.


“Zat iz fine. I am not saying I ‘ave to be nude but I would not mind,” Fleur answers.


“We’ll see how things turn out at the photo shoot. If the mood is right and it fits in the campaign, I’m sure we can find a way to do something tasteful,” I reply while gathering up the folder again.


“Good, zat will be wonderful, Fred.” Fleur smirks and I stick my tongue out at her.


Taking her hand, I begin to lead her out the door while I say, “Well, now that we have that bit of business out of the way, we can go celebrate your next big shoot and mourn my death when your fiancée finds out that you’re going to appear nude.”
1st-Jul-2006 03:36 pm - "Love Unrequitted"
Looking Up
“Dammit,” I curse while cutting through the crowd in Diagon Alley. I was supposed to meet Gabrielle outside Fortescue’s Ice Cream Parlor but I lost track of time visiting with George, so now I only have three minutes to make it there.

“Excuse me, maam,” I apologize when I nearly knock over a very rotund woman. Finally, I slice through a group of people admiring a large snow white owl and break into the clear.

Thankfully, Gabrielle isn’t there yet and I lean against the wall, catching my breath in front of the parlor. As I take one last deep breath, I regret the fact that I haven’t been taking better care of myself. Gabrielle and I have still been flying but I need to exercise more or I’ll be old and creaky before I reach thirty.

Of course, that wouldn’t be a good thing when you are married to someone seven years younger than you are who seems to never run out of energy. But working and the late hours I’ve kept with Gabrielle…umm…discussing politics have really drained me. There are so many things to do now in the day-to-day operations of our four, soon to be five stores and I just discussed with George our need for more employees.

Since we are now running a multinational company, George and I both agreed that it is becoming difficult to manage an individual store and we need people who can help us in sales, marketing, research, accounting, etc. Whizzy has done a terrific job for us as our international representative but he is securing new store locations at such a rapid pace that we can’t keep up. He is saying that by the end of the year, we should have ten stores open in seven different countries and the idea of that coming about is staggering to me.

A large gong sounds followed by two more and I realize that it is now three pm and Gabrielle is fifteen minutes late. I know I shouldn’t worry but ever since her disappearance at Christmas, I get anxious when she doesn’t show up on time. Normally, Gabrielle is a bit paranoid about being punctual and her being late does make me wonder.

After another five minutes pass, I decide to search for Gabrielle. Making my way up the street, I know she’s probably gotten lost in Flourish and Blotts like she is prone to do occasionally. So I walk down the street and make my way to the bookstore and go inside where I search for Gabrielle but don’t find her. I walk back outside and notice a crowd gathered outside a new store.

Moving past the group or onlookers, I scoot by several people paying rapt attention and enter the store called the ‘Magical Muse’. The sounds blaring from the store overwhelms me when I walk in where I find a variety of items for the ‘Wizard’s Audio Needs’ from phonographs to Victrolas although they each seem to be magically enhanced to sound very loud but very clear as the signs all over the store advertise.

My head begins to throb at the ridiculously loud cacophony of music and I look around, hoping to see Gabrielle when I suddenly hear someone call out, “Fred!”

I look to the left and see Gabrielle’s friend, Mary standing outside a large glassed room waving at me. I raise my hand and greet her while yelling, “How are you doing Mary?”

Bulling my way through the crowd, I’m surprised to see Conroy standing next to Mary and I shake Conroy’s hand before Mary hugs me. She leans into me and says, “I’m doing great, Fred. How are you doing?”

“Fanbloodytastic,” I grin widely. Mary is probably Gabrielle’s closest friend and is just a wonderful girl who I was really happy to get to know during our last few months at Hogwarts. Pulling away from her, I ask, “Have you seen Gabs?”

“Yeah,” Conroy answers hesitantly, the smile suddenly leaving his features. He crooks his thumb over his shoulder and I notice a large windowed room that holds Gabrielle and three other people, one who I recognize as William Mason and another as Pansy Parkinson.

I guess Mary can see the confusion on my features because she puts her hand on my shoulder and says, “Gabrielle was dragged into the booth by that lot but it sealed before we could get in there. It’s a charmed display room for music. You know William and I think you went to school with Pansy. The other bloke in there is Ethan Parkinson, a Slytherin in our year.”

“But we can hear and see everything out here but they can’t hear or see anything outside.. I think they’re the first ones in there,” Conroy adds. He points at the booth and continues, “They just dragged Gabby in there after she told them her name. It made Parkinson and her brother get all hot and bothered. Gabrielle didn’t want to go with them but she was too kind to refuse. ”

“It’s a timed booth, so they’ll be in there for the next five minutes and no one can get in or out,” Mary says as I move closer to the room.

But my focus is completely on Gabrielle now. She is such an ethereal beauty, perfect in every way, seductive yet still so innocent and so much better than the filth that has taken her into that damn booth. Still, it bothers me that she’s in there with the Parkinsons and Mason. I mean I understand that Gabrielle’s mother is extremely wealthy and powerful with her shipping industry but to command this kind of attention from Parkinson must mean that she is rich beyond what I imagined.

Leaning closer, I observe William inch closer to Gabrielle until he is standing next to her before I begin to be able to discern voices. I watch Parkinson turn and tsk before she folds her arms and says, “Gabrielle, you could do so much better.”

“Better than what?” Gabrielle replies and I can hear the tension in her voice.

“A Weasley, Gabby. I mean you come from a family of class and distinction. You’re selling yourself short,” Parkinson’s brother responds with a sneer.

Gabrielle’s eyes open wide in surprise before she snorts, “Better than Fred? I love Fred and I’ll never want anyone else.”

I feel a surge of pride as I watch the impeccable William Mason scowl and edge away from Gabrielle. But he regains his swagger quickly as he asks, “So how are jokes for old man Weasley?”

Conner and Mary move to stand next to me as Pansy says, “Merlin, he’s the joke shop owner. I can never tell which one is which in that family.”

“He’s the one who has four stores and is doing extremely well,” Gabrielle responds defiantly.

“He’s still a joke shop owner. He bilks children out of their money with cheap novelties,” Pansy smirks and the nostrils on her pig-like nose flare out.

“He also has a large line of adult products and he got into a little trouble with McGonagall,” Ethan adds and William nods his head.

“He’s a bastard,” Mary whispers in my ear outside the booth but I feel my anger begin to build as I watch these three fuckers trap my wife and there’s nothing I can do about it. “William’s been chumming around with Parkinson because their father is on the board at St. Mungo’s and is sponsoring William for his healer college appointment.”

“Willy should have found a better sponsor,” I growl before I begin to listen to my wife and the idiots in the booth again.

“I was Head Boy. It was nasty business getting rid of those items. Those products are an abomination. Powders that make you horny, make you cold, make you hot…I mean it just seems a bit too out there for me,” William adds.

“That’s a shame because they are fun…if used with the proper person,” Gabrielle replies. “I use the Wonder Witch products some but Fred and I use the Wicked Witch items all the time. Besides my sister is the spokesmodel for both lines.”

“That’s your sister?” Ethan gasps and William stares incredulously at Gabrielle.

“Fleur is my sister and she is in love with a Weasley also as a matter of fact,” Gabrielle smiles mischievously and I hear Conroy chuckle next to me.

“But you’re not planning on working there, dear,” Pansy reaches out and pats Gabrielle’s hand. I watch Gabrielle recoil slightly while Pansy continues, “I mean only squibs, dumbarses and other low life would want to work there.”

“Gabby passed eleven NEWTs. She’s much too intelligent for jokes and japes,“ William says proudly as if he had something to do with it all and puts his arm around Gabrielle which makes me wonder why I didn’t kick his arse when he told me he asked Gabrielle out.

Gabrielle steps quickly away from William before Ethan replies eagerly, “You could become a barrister like me. My father was able to get me into a fine law school.”

“No, Gabby is going to come work with me as a Healer. She and I can spend some late nights mixing potions like we did in Slughorn’s classroom. I know we both had a great time there,” William winks at Ethan over Gabrielle’s head. “She’s going to do something with her life other than dress up like a clown and sell whoopee cushions. She’s too good for that.”

“I’m not too good. I love being in the store,” Gabrielle replies angrily.

“So are you planning on working there with Freddy?” Pansy asks haughtily.

“I’m not sure,” Gabrielle says tentatively.

“Then I told you. You’re too good for him. We’re old money. You should be with your own kind not with one of the nouveau rich,“ Pansy answers and I hear the door snicker open finally.

Pushing my way inside, I see Gabrielle’s eyes light up as I walk inside the room. She walks over and hugs me before I announce, “Hello love, rubbish day come early?”

Ethan tenses and William looks flabbergasted as I wrap my arms around Gabrielle as Pansy says, “Hello, Weasel. It’s been too short a time since I’ve had the pleasure of seeing you.”

“Yes, are you still living off daddy’s Galleons as Malfoy’s lapdog?” I reply while putting my arm around Gabrielle.

“I’m doing quite fine living my life,” Pansy responds with a pinched face.

“Watch your mouth, Weasley,” Ethan hisses and I glance over his shoulder and see William staring daggers at me.

“I think it’s time to go,” Gabrielle interrupts the banter between the Parkinson’s and me.

I look down at her in a bit of astonishment before I nod my head in agreement and grin, “Yes, we’ve got to go look in on the dumbarses who are working at Zonko’s today.”

I glance over at Gabrielle as she chuckles, “You could hear us?”

“There’s a one way sound charm on the booth. It’s really brilliant…I think I might use it for one of my cheap pranks at Zonko’s,” I grin as Gabrielle and I move out of the booth. But before we walk out, I snicker, “You know us nouveau rich have to work twice as hard to keep up with those of you who still live off Mummy and Daddy.”

Pansy scoffs as Gabrielle and I move out of the booth before we say goodbye to Connor and Mary.

As we begin to leave the store, Gabrielle leans over to me and says, “I’m sorry I was late, Fred. I saw Connor and Mary and then William showed up with those two.”

I pull her to me and stroke her flaxen hair while I smile, “I’m just glad to get you away from those gits.”

“I wouldn’t have been in there alone with those arses if William hadn’t closed that door before Conroy and Mary could get in the room,” Gabrielle scowls and I lean down to kiss her forehead.

For a moment, I want to question her about what she plans to do with her life since she was so tentative about working with me. I should ask her but she was so wonderful in that booth with those three and so strong…that talk can wait for another time.

Instead, I hear Mary behind me as she says, “Hey, Fred…Gabby…would you two mind if Conroy and I joined you. It would be nice just to catch up.”

Gabrielle looks at me hopefully before I reply, “We’re going to go get ice cream over at Fortescue’s. But you can only come if Gabs and I can pay.”

I glance over at Gabrielle before she whispers to me, “Can I tell them, Fred…about us?”

“I think that would be great,” I respond.

Conroy and Mary join us and they begin to move out the door with Gabrielle in tow.

I stop for a moment to take in the store before William walks up to me and smiles, “You know I just got lost in the moment with those remarks, Fred. Mr. Parkinson is my sponsor, so I have to keep up appearances with his children. I really don’t feel that way.”

I nod before he tries to step past me and I put my hand out, stopping him while I ask, “Where do you think you’re going?”

“I just wanted to apologize to Gabby and give her my number so we can meet for lunch some time,” William replies and I can tell he is shocked that I stopped him.

I pause, letting my anger recede before I respond, “Look, William, I heard you in there with the Parkinson’s and frankly, I think you’re a two faced bastard. Gabrielle may be nice and a bit naïve and she’ll probably forgive you. But I know what you want and I can’t blame you…she’s every man’s dream. But we love each other and I can tell you now that it’s never going to happen.”

“Why?” he asks.

Reaching around my neck, I take hold of the chain I wear every day close to my heart and pull it out, showing the ring dangling at the end of it before I say quietly, “Because we’re married.”

Gazing at him, I see the crestfallen look on his face while he mouths the word ‘married’. The Parkinson’s walk over to William as I chuckle once more before I walk out of the store and catch up to my. beautiful wife and our friends.
27th-Jun-2006 05:45 pm - "Paperwork" June 27
Golf Clap
“What are these, Fred?” Gabrielle asks as she files through a stack of papers I just tossed on the small desk that sits near the front door.

I’d just gotten upstairs after meeting with Whizzy and George and talking to them about the projected expansion that will be taking place in the next year. It seems that we are now profitable enough to not worry about borrowing money from the bank anymore and the next four expansion projects in Rome, Madrid, Paris and Berlin looks as if they will be paid for by our own profit margin.

Of course this is wonderful news and I had meant to share it with Gabrielle but her inquisitive nature led her directly to the stack of parchment right after she kissed me.

“It’s reams of parchment work, love,” I jest while reaching over and pulling her back to me. Kissing her softly on the forehead, I say more seriously, “It’s WWW’s projected expansion list along with our profit/loss report from this past year and a few other things.”

“Does that mean you’ll be working all night? I tried some of the new ‘Wicked Wear’ on and I was hoping to model for you,” Gabrielle smiles seductively as I grab the stack of parchment before leading her over to the sofa.

“No, there is always time for product testing, Gabs,” I reply while she leans against me. I thread my fingers through her hair, almost losing myself in the woman I love before I sigh reluctantly, “Actually, that’s one of the issues we discussed. I forgot to mention it the other night but Bill told George and I that Fleur would be quitting modeling for us soon and we need a replacement.”

“Why would she do that? She loves being the Wicked Witch model,” Gabrielle answers while sitting up quickly, her features displaying her shock. “I wonder if she is pregnant. But why would she have not told me when I wished her a happy birthday today.”

“I don’t think she’s preggers, our older git of a brother would have been crowing about it at the ball,” I respond.

“He’s not a git, Fred. He’s in love just like you are, right?” Gabrielle leans against me again as she replies.

“But I don’t go around telling everyone or you what you can and cannot do. I wonder if he’s told Fleur about his decision,” I answer as I feel my ire begin to build.

“I’m sure they talked about it. He can’t be very happy with Fleur prancing around nearly naked in those magazines,” Gabrielle rises to Bill’s defense once more. She bites her bottom lip for a moment before she continues, “How would you feel if it was me out there?”

“It may bother me but if it made you happy, I’d be supportive unless you were away from me somehow or I thought it was dangerous,” I reply indignantly. “Whizzy thinks we should sue her for breach of contract if she backs out but George and I would never do that. But the bottom line is that Bill needs to see this is not some whimsical little fancy and instead see that you, George and I own a multimillion Galleon company that is expanding rapidly.”

“I own? What do you mean I own part of Wheeze’s?” Gabrielle contemplates the enormity of my words for a second before she responds.

“The minute we were married, you become part owner of Weasley’s Wizarding Wheezes. Twenty five percent of the company is yours and I had the parchment drawn up earlier today to move half of my share of the company into your name,” I answer while shuffling through the parchment until I find the correct document. Holding it up, I grin, “Once you sign, I have to take it over to George for approval. But that’s just a formality except for the fact that I’ll need to tell him we’re married.”

“If I got part of your company, I thought that would mean we were getting divorced?” Gabrielle asks hesitantly.

“That’s what Wizarding law requires but George and I talked about it months ago. I love you and he loves Cho. There would be nothing more special than sharing the company with the two of you,” I grin while taking hold of her hand. “Besides you should be happy. The company’s net worth analysis just came out. Wheeze’s along with the Wicked and Wonder lines are worth 1.3 million Galleons, so that makes your take about four hundred thousand Galleons right now.”

“You can’t mean that. That’s way too much money, Fred. Besides, I’m still not sure if working here is what I want to do with my life,” she answers quietly.

“I never said you needed to work there. You can do whatever you want with your life. It’s yours whether we’re together or not,” I force myself to be calm while I reply. George and I have been fighting the perception that we were ‘joke shop’ owners since we started Wheezes from everyone around us including our family. Maybe it’s not what Gabrielle meant but I guess with her eleven NEWTs, she’s much too qualified to be in a joke shop but WWW is now a multinational company expanding at a blistering pace and there are a number of job opportunities that are present. We are not just a two store operation anymore and we need qualified people in marketing, product research, financial, snf global expansion…the number of people we do need is mind boggling but I can’t force her to look at working here. If she wants that one day, she has to see that there is no shame in being a joke shop owner.

“It’s not that I don’t love Zonko’s but I want to make it on my own,” Gabrielle says softly and I know she’s trying to soothe me.

“That’s fine. I said I wouldn’t stop you from trying to find your own way,” My brow furrows as I answer and I try to remember that she is seven years younger than me. I love Gabrielle but I never expected all the complications that being with someone so much younger would cause. I had hoped to have children by the time I was twenty five but that prospect now looks a long way off.

“I know,” Gabrielle whispers. She goes silent for a moment before she asks, “When you said that my share of the company was mine whether we were together or not, what did you mean? I never see my life without you in it.”

“I just want to make sure that you’re okay if anything were to happen,” I answer.

“But we’ll be together,” Gabrielle replies with a hint of nervousness in her voice. “I never plan on us being apart or getting divorced.”

“Neither do I. That’s why I didn’t follow Whizzy’s suggestion months ago that I insist on a pre-nuptial agreement,” I chuckle quietly.

“I would have never signed it,” Gabrielle answers seriously. She then sighs, “But if you’re not worried about us splitting up, then why are you doing this?”

Running my hand through my hair, I lean forward and Gabrielle moves away slightly. I glance over and think that she looks so small and innocent waiting for me to answer. Rubbing my hands together, I take a deep breath before I say, “I never told you about the final battle against Voldemort. I was in it along with most of my family. I was in the group trying to reach the Harry, Ron and Hermione after the Dark Lord ambushed him. It was a blur after that but I know that I was standing next to George when everything went silent. I saw someone stand in front of Voldemort but I was too far away. Then I saw a green flash and I knew a killing curse that had been cast. I thought it was Harry and I pushed through those surrounding him until I saw a flash of curly red hair lying on the ground with smoke tendrils swirling away from him and I knew it was my older brother Percy dead. We fought like crazed Wizards and Witches after that and won but I’ll never forget that image. Even though Perce and I didn’t get along all the time, he was my brother.”

I lean back on the sofa again before I turn to her and smile wanly, “George and I took his body away. Funny that the two who gave her the most hell were the ones who took care of him then.” I see the concern in Gabrielle’s features before I add, “I’m over it for the most part but Perce’s death did teach me to never take anything for granted.”

“But we’ll be together, Fred. I promise that you’ll always be my life,” Gabrielle says confidently.

“I know but you never know what might happen,” I reply knowing that the time for being more serious about our relationship has come. With that in mind, I hand her the transfer of ownership parchment along with another form.

At my gentle urging, she signs the first form which transfers twenty five percent ownership of Wheeze’s to her before her eyes open wide in shock as she reads the second form and hands it back to me. Her jaw tightens before she says, “I’m not signing this one, Fred.”

“Why?” I inquire.

“Because it says if you die or were missing or were imprisoned, I would become fifty percent owner of Weasley Wizarding Wheezes,” Gabrielle’s eyes brim over with tears. She sniffles softly before she continues, “I don’t want to think of losing you.”

“I’m not planning on going anywhere, love. At least not for the next few hundred years but this form will hold up when we’re real old and I’m all saggy,” I smirk, running a thumb along the bottom of her eyes to wipe away a tear.

She nods before she signs and hands the parchment back to me. I fold the form and stare at it for a moment, happy with the thought that Gabrielle would be fine if anything were to happen to me.

She leans her head against my shoulder again before she cups my chin and turns me toward her, smiling as she says, “You know I’d never let you get away from me, Fred Weasley.”

Whispering my lips against hers, I reply, “I know won’t, Gabrielle and I promise we’ll grow old together.”
21st-Jun-2006 07:01 pm - Planning Ahead
Thoughtful
“What are these, Fred?” Gabrielle asks as she files through a stack of papers I just tossed on the small desk that sits near the front door.


I’d just gotten upstairs after meeting with Whizzy and George and talking to them about the projected expansion that will be taking place in the next year. It seems that we are now profitable enough to not worry about borrowing money from the bank anymore and the next four expansion projects in Rome, Madrid, Paris and Berlin looks as if they will be paid for by our own profit margin.


Of course this is wonderful news and I had meant to share it with Gabrielle but her inquisitive nature led her directly to the stack of parchment right after she kissed me.


“It’s reams of parchment work, love,” I jest while reaching over and pulling her back to me. Kissing her softly on the forehead, I say more seriously, “It’s WWW’s projected expansion list along with our profit/loss report from this past year and a few other things.”


“Does that mean you’ll be working all night? I tried some of the new ‘Wicked Wear’ on and I was hoping to model for you,” Gabrielle smiles seductively as I grab the stack of parchment before leading her over to the sofa.


“No, there is always time for product testing, Gabs,” I reply while she leans against me. I thread my fingers through her hair, almost losing myself in the woman I love before I sigh reluctantly, “Actually, that’s one of the issues we discussed. I forgot to mention it the other night but Bill told George and I that Fleur would be quitting modeling for us soon and we need a replacement.”


“Why would she do that? She loves being the Wicked Witch model,” Gabrielle answers while sitting up quickly, her features displaying her shock. “I wonder if she is pregnant. But why would she have not told me when I wished her a happy birthday today.”


“I don’t think she’s preggers, our older git of a brother would have been crowing about it at the ball,” I respond.


“He’s not a git, Fred. He’s in love just like you are, right?” Gabrielle leans against me again as she replies.


“But I don’t go around telling everyone or you what you can and cannot do. I wonder if he’s told Fleur about his decision,” I answer as I feel my ire begin to build.


“I’m sure they talked about it. He can’t be very happy with Fleur prancing around nearly naked in those magazines,” Gabrielle rises to Bill’s defense once more. She bites her bottom lip for a moment before she continues, “How would you feel if it was me out there?”


“It may bother me but if it made you happy, I’d be supportive unless you were away from me somehow or I thought it was dangerous,” I reply indignantly. “Whizzy thinks we should sue her for breach of contract if she backs out but George and I would never do that. But the bottom line is that Bill needs to see this is not some whimsical little fancy and instead see that you, George and I own a multimillion Galleon company that is expanding rapidly.”


“I own? What do you mean I own part of Wheeze’s?” Gabrielle contemplates the enormity of my words for a second before she responds.


“The minute we were married, you become part owner of Weasley’s Wizarding Wheezes. Twenty five percent of the company is yours and I had the parchment drawn up earlier today to move half of my share of the company into your name,” I answer while shuffling through the parchment until I find the correct document. Holding it up, I grin, “Once you sign, I have to take it over to George for approval. But that’s just a formality except for the fact that I’ll need to tell him we’re married.”


“If I got part of your company, I thought that would mean we were getting divorced?” Gabrielle asks hesitantly.


“That’s what Wizarding law requires but George and I talked about it months ago. I love you and he loves Cho. There would be nothing more special than sharing the company with the two of you,” I grin while taking hold of her hand. “Besides you should be happy. The company’s net worth analysis just came out. Wheeze’s along with the Wicked and Wonder lines are worth 1.3 million Galleons, so that makes your take about four hundred thousand Galleons right now.”


“You can’t mean that. That’s way too much money, Fred. Besides, I’m still not sure if working here is what I want to do with my life,” she answers quietly.


“I never said you needed to work there. You can do whatever you want with your life. It’s yours whether we’re together or not,” I force myself to be calm while I reply. George and I have been fighting the perception that we were ‘joke shop’ owners since we started Wheezes from everyone around us including our family. Maybe it’s not what Gabrielle meant but I guess with her eleven NEWTs, she’s much too qualified to be in a joke shop but WWW is now a multinational company expanding at a blistering pace and there are a number of job opportunities that are present. We are not just a two store operation anymore and we need qualified people in marketing, product research, financial, snf global expansion…the number of people we do need is mind boggling but I can’t force her to look at working here. If she wants that one day, she has to see that there is no shame in being a joke shop owner.


“It’s not that I don’t love Zonko’s but I want to make it on my own,” Gabrielle says softly and I know she’s trying to soothe me.


“That’s fine. I said I wouldn’t stop you from trying to find your own way,” My brow furrows as I answer and I try to remember that she is seven years younger than me. I love Gabrielle but I never expected all the complications that being with someone so much younger would cause. I had hoped to have children by the time I was twenty five and after the vision of mine and Gabrielle’s kids, I want to see them now worse than ever.


“I know,” Gabrielle whispers. She goes silent for a moment before she asks, “When you said that my share of the company was mine whether we were together or not, what did you mean? I never see my life without you in it.”


“I just want to make sure that you’re okay if anything were to happen,” I answer.


“But we’ll be together,” Gabrielle replies with a hint of nervousness in her voice. “I never plan on us being apart or getting divorced.”


“Neither do I. That’s why I didn’t follow Whizzy’s suggestion months ago that I insist on a pre-nuptial agreement,” I chuckle quietly.


“I would have never signed it,” Gabrielle answers seriously. She then sighs, “But if you’re not worried about us splitting up, then why are you doing this?”


Running my hand through my hair, I lean forward and Gabrielle moves away slightly. I glance over and think that she looks so small and innocent waiting for me to answer. Rubbing my hands together, I take a deep breath before I say, “I never told you about the final battle against Voldemort. I was in it along with most of my family. I was in the group trying to reach the Harry, Ron and Hermione after the Dark Lord ambushed him. It was a blur after that but I know that I was standing next to George when everything went silent. I saw someone stand in front of Voldemort but I was too far away. Then I saw a green flash and I knew a killing curse that had been cast. I thought it was Harry and I pushed through those surrounding him until I saw a flash of curly red hair lying on the ground with smoke tendrils swirling away from him and I knew it was my older brother Percy dead. We fought like crazed Wizards and Witches after that and won but I’ll never forget that image. Even though Perce and I didn’t get along all the time, he was my brother.”


I lean back on the sofa again before I turn to her and smile wanly, “George and I took his body away. Funny that the two who gave her the most hell were the ones who took care of him then.” I see the concern in Gabrielle’s features before I add, “I’m over it for the most part but Perce’s death did teach me to never take anything for granted.”


“But we’ll be together, Fred. I promise that you’ll always be my life,” Gabrielle says confidently.


“I know but you never know what might happen,” I reply knowing that the time for being more serious about our relationship has come. With that in mind, I hand her the transfer of ownership parchment along with another form.


At my gentle urging, she signs the first form which transfers twenty five percent ownership of Wheeze’s to her before her eyes open wide in shock as she reads the second form and hands it back to me. Her jaw tightens before she says, “I’m not signing this one, Fred.”


“Why?” I inquire.


“Because it says if you die or were missing or were imprisoned, I would become fifty percent owner of Weasley Wizarding Wheezes,” Gabrielle’s eyes brim over with tears. She sniffles softly before she continues, “I don’t want to think of losing you.”


“I’m not planning on going anywhere, love. At least not for the next few hundred years but this form will hold up when we’re real old and gray,” I smirk, running a thumb along the bottom of her eyes to wipe away a tear.


She nods before she signs and hands the parchment back to me. I fold the form and stare at it for a moment, happy with the thought that Gabrielle would be fine if anything were to happen to me.


She leans her head against my shoulder again before she cups my chin and turns me toward her, smiling as she says, “You know I’d never let you get away from me, Fred Weasley. You owe me three children including a set of twin terrors.”


Whispering my lips against hers, I reply, “I know, Gabrielle Weasley and you’d never let me live it down if I didn’t live up to my end of the bargain.”
10th-Jun-2006 07:16 pm - "Study Group" June 10th
Identical
"It isn't that hard, love," Gabrielle explains with a hint of exasperation in her voice while we sit around our dining room table.

Cho snickers and I scowl at her before I turn my head toward Gabrielle and say, "It's not right. The formula works so much better if you add three hairs off a Kneazle. George and I have known that since we were fifteen."

"But the book says to do the potion this way, no matter what you have been doing since you were fifteen," Gabrielle exclaims while pointing her finger at the book.

"Just go with what she says, Fred. She's right and for the NEWTs, we'll need to do it the traditional way," George grins from across the table while Cho hugs him from behind. He wraps his hand around her arm while he continues, "Besides, you don't want to be punished for arguing."

"Or maybe he does, George," Cho smirks while sitting next to George.

"Please, let's stay focused," Gabrielle pleads, knowing that George and I could go off-task at any moment. She moves to the other side of the table next to George and sits before asking George about the proper inflection on a sleeping charm.

"I don't see how you lot made it through six and a half years. You can't pay attention for shite," Cho shakes her head slightly while nearly crawling across the table to point out an ingredient in my Potions book.

Gabrielle's brow furrows, probably somewhat irked that Cho left us an opening for a few shenanigans. But still, temptation calls, and putting my quill down, I answer, "George and I have never been the studious types. But I could tell you about several times we actually tried to study and others distracted us."

"Why don't you do that, little brother?" George asks while leaning across the table.

"You being born a few minutes sooner doesn't make me your little brother, George. I think we're both fairly equal in all departments," I grit my teeth and George nods his head. But I perk up quickly when I hear Gabrielle giggle before I pout, "See, George, you've made me digress and now I'm not even sure I want to tell these two beautiful ladies about the time we were trying to study during our fifth year for our OWLs. But I think we should anyway."

"Yes, it was a glorious day outside, but Fred and I made a vow that we would spend one day attempting to hit the books," George continues the tale as Cho and Gabrielle shake their heads in dismay.

"We were in the Gryffindor Common Room, just settling in after raiding the kitchens when Ron and Harry came up to us," Grinning, I glance over at George.

"Right, those two aren't quite the innocent little angels the history books make them out to be because in real life, they were devilish little turds. When these two wanted something, they would stop at nothing," George adds to the tale.

"And they wanted to play Quidditch on that fine Sunday. So they started to harass us mercilessly until we finally had it. I mean a person can only handle so much. Right, George?" I smirk.

"Correct, and we were done with their games. So, Fred and I both brandished our wands, and with a simple binding spell, we soon had them tied up," George says with almost a wistful look on his features.

Cho shakes her head while I smile, "We had to do something with the two of them to teach them not to interfere when people are trying so hard to succeed. So, we stripped them to their underpants and put them on a broom together while still bound."

"Yes, we made sure that Ron was behind, holding Harry ever so gently," George replies.

"They looked so adorable together," I chuckle while reminiscing fondly on the lovely memory.

"We couldn't let this tender moment pass without the world seeing it," George glances between our two beautiful girlfriends.

"So, we pushed the broom out the window and the two of them did a lovely job of working together while flying around for a few minutes for everyone to see," I answer while picking up my quill and swooping it back and forth like it was flying.

"These eyes have never seen a more poignant sight, the two of them flying together," George touches the corner of his eye, surely dabbing away a tear.

I put down the quill again as I comment, "I think half the school was out that day. Now that I think about it, our little escapade might have led to many of those rumors that Harry and Ron were gay."

"Yes, I believe so…not to mention what we did to Harry and Draco," George blurts out.

"That was an accident," I exclaim with an astonished look on my features.

"You can tell us about Harry and Draco later," Gabrielle interrupts and we look at her sheepishly.

Cho shakes her head and says, "I know that tale is pure bullshite. I heard that Harry and Ron were studying and wouldn't go out to play, so you two decided to bind them and put them on the broom."

"Pure blasphemy!" I exclaim while I pound my hands on the table.

"See? They always try to protect the heroes and twist the truth," George declares with a grin.

"Right, well our heroes need to get back to studying," Gabrielle replies firmly.

"Yes, Hermione," George mutters under his breath and I snort in response.

"What did you say?" Gabrielle arches an eyebrow at George.

"I said you're right on the money. Muggle saying our dad taught me," George answers with a grin.

"I think he said, ‘Hermione’, love," I chuckle while observing George beginning to fret.

"What does that mean?" Gabrielle’s tone changes and I know that George needs to watch himself.

"I think he meant to imply that you can be a bit of a taskmaster, Gabrielle," Cho responds and George stares daggers at her.

"Well, George Weasley, I'll take that as a compliment, but the next time you say something like that, I think I might grace you with a donkey's tail," Gabrielle warns.

"I'm sorry, luv," George apologizes while kicking me under the table.

After a moment, we return to our studies and Cho continues to point out ingredients in potions that I have changed. My mind begins to wander again and I kick off my shoe and sock before reaching over with my foot. I lift Gabrielle's trouser leg before running my big toe along the smooth skin of her calf.

I feel her leg squirm under my attention and when I finally catch Gabrielle's eyes, I see a look of bewilderment in them. Gabrielle returns to her books when I finally realize that the calf my toe is touching seems to be a bit too muscular. I pull my foot back in horror while George says calmly, "I appreciate the affection, Fred."

"When did you start shaving your legs?" I ask while squirming in my chair and wondering if I should cut off my toe right now.

"Cho likes my legs smooth," George answers defensively as Cho and Gabrielle stare at us in confusion.

"It's just not right," I mutter while burying my head back in my book.

"I can't wait until this is over," Gabrielle grins and Cho nods in response before we once again begin to study for our NEWTs.
Mine
“There it is, Gabs!” I yell out excitedly while I watch Gabrielle lean over her broom and accelerate after the Snitch. She’s become a damn good flyer in the past few weeks and we’ve spent most of our late afternoons on the Cannons’ pitch honing her skills.

“Got it!” Gabrielle cries out triumphantly and I see the joy on her features as she holds up her hand in victory, the Snitch fluttering weakly between her fingers.

She flies toward me after making a slow, lazy turn while she reaches behind her and loosens her hair, allowing it to billow freely in the wind. I sit upright on my broom, my posture relaxed and wait for her.

“Merlin to Bloody Hell!” I exclaim when she suddenly accelerates and flies by me, nearly knocking my off my broom, a distinct laugh echoing in the air as she passes by me.

She goes zooming off at a breakneck speed and I turn and follow. When she nears the Apparation point, Gabrielle slows down and descends until her feet are firmly planted on the ground.

I follow and land near her, jumping off my broom and stalking over to my now smiling girlfriend. Gabrielle drops her broom and runs toward me until she throws her arms around my neck and after giving me her most innocent look, she pouts, “You can’t be mad at me, Fred. I just did that because I was so excited about catching the Snitch.”

She rises to her tip toes and kisses my ear before nipping at my earlobe. Sighing softly, I know I can’t resist this type of logic, so instead I wrap my arms around her and admonish, “You almost killed me up there, Gabs. You’re lucky I’ve been flying since I was four or I don’t think all the king’s men could have put me back together.”

Gabrielle stares at me, confusion glazing over her features at my inane Muggle reference before her hand grazes across my groin while she purrs, “Does that mean you forgive me since the King’s men didn’t need to show up?”

Her fingertips stroke my inner thigh before I caution, “We’ll see, love.”

“Wish you didn’t have to work. I want you so badly,” Gabrielle’s voice is husky as she leans forward and brushes her lips against my jaw line.

“Shouldn’t be teasing me, Gabs, when I we can’t do anything. You know Elaine has a date,.” My frustration and my erection grows as Gabrielle casually manipulates my arousal through my trousers.

She tsks softly before she answers, “All work and no play makes Fred a dull boy.”

Her hand pulls away from me as she turns and begins to walk back toward her broom. Furrowing my brow, I call out pitifully, “You can’t leave me like this, Gabrielle.”

“But I have to because you have to work,” Gabrielle teases.

“Well, you knew that beforehand, ” I counter as we settle next to each other and I begin to concentrate on the image of our flat.

“That’s what makes it so much fun,” Gabrielle grins. She reaches over to give my hand a squeeze while adding, “Just so you know, Fred. I don’t have any knickers on.”.

“What the bloody hell,” I moan loudly as we both begin to Disapparate.
We arrive at home and Gabrielle immediately heads upstairs while I stalk toward the storefront to relieve Elaine. Of course, she has the store running perfectly and there is little for me to worry about but it’s my night to close and that blessed event won’t be for another three very long hours..

“Elaine, what would it cost me to get you to close tonight?” I ask hurriedly as I walk up to her.

Elaine stares at me for a moment in astonishment before she replies, “What’s up, boss?”

“I’ve got a problem I need to take care of soon,” I answer emphatically.

“Well, can I help you with it?“ Elaine inquires while quirking an eyebrow.

I try to keep a look of horror from crossing my features before I reply, “Gods, no…I mean, I have a little problem with Gabrielle. That’s all.”

She stares off at the ceiling for a minute before she responds, “Tonight, I did have an engagement but I’d be willing to break it for a dozen Galleons, lunch all next week, and you dressed up in that clown outfit on Saturday I hear so much about.”

I want to tell her to forget it since her price is so outrageous but instead I realize that ‘Fabulous Fred’ is now in control and instead, I scowl, ”You drive a hard bargain woman but you got it.”

I take the time to thank Elaine before I run up stairs and open the door to the flat. When I walk in, I’m pleased to hear the water running and I know Gabrielle is in the shower. Taking a deep breath, I close the door and quickly strip out of my clothes before I make my way into the bathroom.

Gabrielle faces away from me as I watch her through the smoky glass as she begins to wash her long blonde hair. I’m torn momentarily over what I should do but then I remember that I’ve had an erection for the past hour because of her and my mind is made up as to my course of action.

Opening the shower door quietly, I step behind Gabrielle, bracing myself as the warm water flows over my body. She is oblivious to my presence as she rinses her hair while facing away from me.

I wrap my arms around her and feel Gabrielle jump, startled by my touch before she pivots and opens her eyes, her nails reaching for me. I take hold of her wrists until she recognizes me and stops struggling while she sputters, “What the hell are you doing up here, Fred? I could have hurt you.”

“Yes, you could have, love but I made sure you didn’t,” Leaning over, I murmur in her ear before I trail kisses along the column of her throat and feel her relax instantly.

“Fred,” she gasps as I push her against the back wall in our oversized tub and take her arms, holding them above her head with one hand while my tongue tastes her flesh for the first time.

“You ought not be such a tease, Gabrielle,” My words seem to barely get through to Gabrielle as her focus seems to be entirely on my tongue and fingers gliding over her porcelain skin.

After a moment, it seems she finally hears me and she pants heavily, “What do you mean, Fred?”

“I mean the way you touch me in public now, Gabrielle, knowing I can’t do anything,” I growl before I bite her ear lobe, tugging at it insistently while my hand finds its way between her thighs.

Her legs spread and I bend slightly allowing my fingers to dip between her folds, eliciting a loud moan from Gabrielle. I let her wrists go and her arms immediately wrap around my neck before she twists my head, allowing her lips to devour mine. She’s ravenous, her very need shown in the urgency of our kiss and I realize that her taunting may not have only affected me. Gabrielle pulls away and I see that her lips are now bruised by our utter desperation before she begs, “I didn’t mean to tease you. I can’t stop wanting you all the time. Please don’t punish me.”

Her plea sounds genuine but I can see in her eyes that she wants this, wants me to take control. Shaking my head, I give her a lopsided grin as I press my body against hers, my swollen erection sitting against her firm stomach before I reply, “You deserve whatever I do to you. I can’t have you acting that way unless you’re going to do something about it.”

“What are you going to do?” she asks, her chest heaving in anticipation. I find myself staring in fascination when I lean my upper torso away from her and a rivulet of water runs between the valley of her breasts. I could stare at her for hours but I force my attention back to the task at hand.

“Going to fuck you,” I answer before dipping my head to capture one of her taut nipples between my teeth, worrying upon the puckered flesh while I let my fingers between her legs finally brush against her clit.

“Doesn’t seem like much of a punishment,” Gabrielle moans softly at my touch before I clamp my teeth down hard on her other nipple, causing her to cry out.

I lift my head and smile while I gaze at her, watching her eyes fill with a mixture of irritation and intoxication. But I don’t allow her time to think of her discomfort before I explain calmly, “Depends on how I fuck you, Gabrielle. Could take it nice and slow, really show you how much I love you or give you what you deserve after your little display today.”

“Either way, I get fucked, Fred,” she counters with a breathy gasp as my fingers dance over her clit.

“You have a lot to learn,” I shake my head before bringing my mouth down to suckle on the side of her neck again. She presses her body down against my hand as I hiss against her skin, “No, love, I’m going to explain to you the difference but first, arms over your head and if you move them, we stop right there.”

She lifts her arms at my simple command and I reward her by pushing three fingers into her cunt, sliding them easily into her while Gabrielle closes her eyes and throws her head back against the tile while she groans, “Goddess, so good, Fred. Want you so badly..”

I continue to move my fingers inside her, my thumb now pressing against her clit, bringing her closer to her pleasure. I tilt my head back again, observing Gabrielle as her body begins to shiver, the telltale storm clouds beginning to gather that signal she is on the knife’s edge.

She bites her bottom lip and I watch it begin to quiver before I pull my fingers out of her and play them over her folds, my thumb now barely grazing her nub. Her eyes fly open but before she can protest, I point out in a raspy tone, “I watch you when I fuck you, Gabrielle. I always want to know what brings you off best. But I also always notice things like when you’re close, love. I got to know when you’re going to come, so I know when to fuck you harder or let up some.”

“Fred. Let me…please,” she interrupts, her body trembling while she grinds against my hand. Her brow furrows deeply, showing her aggravation with my taunting.

“Don’t be impatient now,” I admonish while twisting her clit slightly causing her to cry out and almost bring her arms down around my neck again. But she remembers my last order and her hands stay still while I add, “You deserve this, Gabrielle. Had to go face Elaine with a hard on and if I hadn’t convinced her to stay, I thought about going to the office and pulling my cock out while I wanked off while thinking about you. See what you do to me, Gabs?’
“I’m sorry, Fred…so sorry…but please make me come,” she whimpers, her mind focused on being oh so close without any gratification as her legs begin to tremble.

“Can’t do that, love, no lesson there,” I sigh while I plunge three fingers into her again. The water begins to turn colder but neither of us care as it cascades over us, the tepid liquid seemingly sizzling against our molten skin as our game continues..

“Goddess!” She screams loudly at my intrusion, the suddenness of my fingers moving within her causing her slide down the wall before she catchers herself. But my own desires begin to overwhelm me and I realize that I need to meet my own needs soon.

“Have to fuck you now,” I say emphatically, feeling as if I’m almost in a daze as I pull my fingers out of Gabrielle and lift her up by her arse while I press my body against hers. Her legs wrap around my waist but her hands stay over her head as she grips me tightly with her thighs.

I line her body up with my cock as my fingers dig into the tender flesh of her hips. When the tip of my erection touches her entrance, I bring her down abruptly, burying myself within her in one quick motion. Gabrielle’s body shivers as I bend my knees and thrust into her, the wet sound of her body slapping against the shower tiles drowned out by our gasps and moans.

“Fred, more…please Fred.” She digs her heels into my back, pulling me closer while trying to angle herself so that my pelvis bone touches her clitoris.

“Can’t have that, love,” I scold and drive my cock relentlessly into her once more, denying her the release she seeks. I glance up and watch the tremors race through her arms as she still holds them in the air before I grunt, “You can bring your arms around my neck now. You’ve been a good girl.”

My body begins to shake when I start to thrust slowly into Gabrielle, a moan of frustration torn from her throat at the lost of the rhythm of our union. She leans toward me, her eyes never leaving mine until I suddenly feel her teeth biting hard on the tender skin in the juncture between my throat and shoulders. I growl at the searing pain before she pulls away and demands, “Fuck me harder. I need you now.”

I take her command as a challenge and my cock soon pounds into her cunt at a pitiless pace. Her low keen pierces my ears and I feel her hand drop off my neck, sliding down my wet body until she reaches between us. .

“No!” I order, my blood fired by our shared passion. Gabrielle’s eyes fly open and for a moment, I see confusion cross her features before she relents, her hand rising again
to wrap around my neck securing herself to me as she is suspended between the wall and my body. I bring my hand off her bottom and begin to smooth back her blond hair while I say quietly, “You’re mine now, Gabrielle.”

“Yes…always yours…please, then…please let me come…I’ve got to…please,” she whines and I know this game has to end. I steady myself for a moment, realigning our bodies before I push my cock deep into her again, my angle now perfect and Gabrielle leans backwards, her eyes opening wide, a look of sheer exultation on her features as I give her the relief she so desperately sought. My hand slides down her body and when my fingers twist her nipple, she cries out, “Right there, I’m right there…I love you…”

Gabrielle shatters as she speaks, her body going rigid before her world tumbles out of control. She holds me close, her lips now covering mine while her tongue wends its way into my mouth. Her fingernails score my back and I wince while I watch the rampant shudders coursing through her body almost tear her apart. She breaks our kiss and I watch…passion…lust…desire...haze over her features in harmonic discord before I feel my own completion nearing. I take hold of her bottom with both hands again, my cock pummeling her with a rare urgency while I growl, “My turn.”

“Yes,” she hisses while her body trembles against me and I feel her walls clench around my cock until with a primal scream, I spill inside of Gabrielle, her cunt gripping against my length, begging me for more.

My legs almost collapse as the force of my orgasm nearly overwhelms me before I thrust deeply once more, attaining the rapture I always find with Gabrielle. Every gram of energy is seemingly seeped from my body and I lean forward against Gabrielle, my cock still buried inside her while I mumble, “I love you, Gabs.”

I suddenly notice the cold water running over us and I shiver softly before I reach backwards and turn off the tap. I step back from Gabrielle and guide her down the wall until her feet touch the floor. Her arms still curve around my neck and after she steadies herself, she replies tiredly, “I still think you come up with the greatest punishments ever.”
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