( george and kirsty on christmas! )
— december
( alternate universe. not yet part of the main timeline)

cw: sexual content

Kirsty stood over the oven with sweat dotting her forehead and visions of sugar plums dancing in her head... or maybe that was just the heat. She cracked open a window and sighed. Cooking Christmas dinner wasn't easy. George had offered to cook but she knew he was shit at it.

"How's my lovebug doing?" George asked, poking his head into the kitchen.

"Sweating, aching, feeling sick... I might as well be pregnant."

"Do you wanna be?" He teased, wrapped his arms around her waist as he stood behind her, lightly swaying her back and forth.

"One thing at a time, George." She said, grabbing his hands and turning to face him. She planted a soft kiss on his lips which turned more passionate very quickly.

"Hmmm, how long until the food is ready?" He asked between kisses, mumbling softly against her lips.

Kirsty turned around and saw the timer with an hour remaining and smiled.

"About sixty minutes. Why d'you ask?" She teased.

Before she could process it, she was lifted off of her feet and swept into George's arms. She let out a playful giggle as he carried her up the stairs into the bedroom. He placed her on the bed and nearly jumped on it with childlike enthusiasm.

"I've got to thank you for making such a lovely dinner," he smiled, planting kisses down her neck. She placed her hands on his shoulders and softly guided him further down her body. Her fingers found their way to his fiery red hair as his lips found their way to her thighs. He started kissing them softly causing her to squirm. His hands were sliding up and under her thighs, causing her skirt to go up to her waist. With a swift motion, he removed her underwear and tossed them on the hardwood floor.

She felt a warmth in her chest that was adjacent to being wine drunk. The harsh snow falling outside the window was not nearly cold enough to put out the fire inside her stomach. The warmth moved down her body until she began to shake just slightly. At the smallest shiver, George stopped. He brought his head up and smirked at the blonde.

"Stop being a gentleman and fuck me already," Kirsty giggled.

George nodded, "I forgot my wand downstairs and I don't have — "

"I'm on the potion, remember?" Kirsty said breathlessly, pulling George down by the neck and kissing him. The woman removed her sweater and watched as George removed his shirt. She swore he must have been sculpted by Michelangelo or someone. He was perfect in every sense and she simply couldn't take her eyes off him.

Kirsty never considered herself a lucky person. Both of her parents had been murdered at the same time when she was just seventeen. Her life had been corrupted by war and loss yet for some reason with George Weasley in her bed giving her all his love she felt like the luckiest woman alive.

"I love you, you know?" She said to him as he removed his belt.

He nodded, "I love you too. Fuck. I love you so much."

Feeling bold, she decided to get on top of him. Her knees were pinned to either side of him on the soft duvet and her arms were draped over his neck. His back was against the headboard and he was removing her skirt.

"You're so beautiful." He mumbled against her lips as he entered her.

She felt very full in that moment as if she were incomplete without him there. Perhaps the Greek myth was true. She and George were one entity that was ripped in half with the sole purpose of finding one another again in their lives. Zeus feared the being that they were when they came together. Maybe that was why it took them so long to finally realize that they were each other's halves. Years of distance and secrets and other people, but they were finally one.

Kirsty turned her head to the window for a moment and saw as the snow fell softly on the ground. It was pure and untouched, unlike Kirsty.

George was doing everything he could to bring her pleasure. They were so connected that with their bodies alone they could say a thousand words. He was telling her he loved her and that he worshiped her both silently and audibly. She could feel the adoration dripping from his lips each time she kissed him. It was like a drug to Kirsty.

Slowly, he moved his finger into her mouth. She ran her tongue over it and let it hit her teeth. That alone was enough to make her finish. He came not long after her.

They lay there for a bit without saying anything.

"Shit," Kirsty sighed. "I have to go get the food from the oven."

"Shh," George whispered, planting a kiss on her shoulder. "I'll get it."

"Are you sure?" She mumbled as he got up and got dressed, throwing on a loose t-shirt and sweatpants.

He nodded. "I can handle it. Merry Christmas, my love."

"Merry Christmas, Georgie. I love you."