I Didn't Stutter, I Meant What I Said. 🙄

I didn't stutter, I meant what I said. 🙄

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Lovely Gesture

You got up and rubbed your tired eyes, looking over to Anakin sleeping peacefully beside you. He always looked so cute sleeping, his hair messily falling over his eyes, and his chest rising in a slow, soothing rhythm. You smiled to yourself and got up, wriggling slowly and effectively from the arm around your waist. You went to the bathroom and brushed your teeth, before making sure he was still asleep and tip-toeing to the kitchen to make him breakfast. Anakin had a scheduled mission today with Obi-Wan, so before he was gone, you decided to do something nice for him. You thought for a long moment what to make him, and then decided really sweet and over the top waffles were amazing. You took out the waffle maker Ani made you for your birthday, and warmed it up, mixing the batter meanwhile. When the waffle maker warmed up, you carefully poured the ready batter into the awaiting squares. You closed the lid and went off to grab the whip cream from the fridge, chocolate syrup and strawberries; Anakin always loved when you did something over the top for him. When you opened the waffle maker lid, you waited a bit to grab a plate and something to scoop the first waffle with, and then placed it on the plate, adding a bit of butter before grabbing the waffle mix and pouring more for the second waffle and closing the lid. Humming silently, you went to do other things around the house while waiting for the waffle to be done: opening the blinds, letting the light pour in, and occasionally checking on the waffle. Once it was done, you poured the last of the batter into the waffle maker and waited, this time, buttering the second waffle and starting to decorate the sides of the plate with the strawberries and small columns of whipped cream. Adding the now finished third waffle into the small kingdom of buttered waffles, the fun really began. You drizzled (And by drizzled, I mean, used the whole bottle) on the stack and drowned it in whipped cream and occasional strawberries. Admiring your masterpiece, you hear Anakin shuffling around in the room, getting up. You smiled. "Hey. What's that your making?" He asked when he entered the kitchen and looked at you. "It's for you." You said sweetly, going over and taking both his hands and leading him to the absolute mouth-watering breakfast you compiled, he chuckled at the gesture, gave you a kiss and spun you around in a hug. "And that's why I love you." He smiled. You got him a fork and butterknife and watched him eat with a content smile. The way he ate it, it looked almost adorable, and smirking as he got every ingredient and topping. Once he finished, (Remarkably fast, I mean, he's Anakin Skywalker.) He leaned over to you, whispering, "What did I do to deserve you..." And kissed your ear lovingly, then your cheek and finally your lips.

Childhood Promises (Part 2)

The beginning of the year and semester preparation was always a time of rambunctiousness. Diagon Alley bustling with magical children, witches and wizards from all ages and grades rushing to get their supplies or find something that might pique their interests.

It was coming up on the beginning of year for you, now in your fifth year at Hogwarts. You had decided to go get your needed items with the Weasley's, Hermione and Harry. The family had used Floo powder to travel and after finding Harry in Knockturn Alley by Hagrid, you were sure to follow the one of the most important rules of travelling by Floo: Speak clearly.

As Mrs. Weasley heads off with Ginny, Mr. Weasley with Hermione's parents, Percy wandering off and Ron, Hermione and Harry exploring, that only left George, Fred and you. What better to do than spend time with your two childhood best friends? "So, what shall we do?" Inquires George, his hands in the pockets of his jeans. Fred shrugs. "How about we go check on that little joke shop you guys fancy?" You ask with a raised eyebrow. "Sounds good." The twins recite in unison.

And so the three of you set off, occasionally pointing to something that would interests you all. At the same time you guys pass an empty alley, Fred and George manage to slip in with you and place you against the walls, moving close to your face. You let out a surprised yelp but then quickly settle down. "What's this about?" You question. "Just wanted to spend some time with our best friend." Fred replies in a falsely innocent tone, his hand tracing around your waist. You stare at them, puzzled. "We need to get our stuff, and hit up the shop, why're you trying to procrastinate?"

George sighs and points to the nearby shop of Borgin and Burkes, revealing a boy you had spoken about frequently in your last year, the boy whom you proclaimed to be in love with. You let out a mix of a huff and scoff, partially embarrassed that they had managed to remember what he looked like, but also not believing how they did. "Remember our promise?" Whispered Fred in your ear, sending shivers down your spine. "Yeah, but he was from last year, how does that count?" With a wide grin, George replies. "It just does, sweetheart."

And with that, Fred began to practically devour your lips in that passionate, fiery and possessive kiss you had found yourself longing for unknowingly. You had responded immediately, your hands flying to find purchase on either of his cheeks, urging him subtly. His hands roam your body with no real aim, but the heat rising between you both was almost palpable. After a few scorching moments, he pulled his away, his lips went and red with the ferocity in which he had dived in with, he panted slightly, taking in a huge breath. You stared up at him, not able to form words to describe or even knowing what to say after something as speechless as that.

George takes this moment to gift you with a mesmerizing kiss of his own, his finger sliding under your chin, lifting it up featherly. He leans down, pressing a hand to the wall of the alley in which you were against and another to your upper waist, holding you steady while capturing your lips in a sweet, everlastingly tender kiss causing electric sparks to seemingly emit from every one of his touches makes contact with your burning skin. "Hey, c'mon. We gotta go back to Mum or she'll flip, think we kidnapped Y\N or something.." Urges Fred, tapping George on his shoulder as he strolls out of the alley. With a grumble, George reluctantly pulls away, following Fred out of the alley with an hand on the top of your head, ruffling it playfully.

Your thoughts dwell on the heatedly jealous kisses from the twins and you smile to yourself, biting your lip slightly as you both finally go to regroup with the Weasley's and begin to gather your supplies.

Awaited Part 2!

I Didn't Stutter, I Meant What I Said. 🙄

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