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TW: This chapter.... well this chapter is literally just smut. Take this as an apology for having not updated this story in a LONG time ;)

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F E B R U A R Y 2003

The sunlight pouring into Aurora's bedroom of her London flat was just bright enough to help rouse her out of the deep sleep she was in. She had been able to get the day off from work and knew that she would much rather spend the day in bed with George so even waking early with no place to rush to, she was happy.

At some point during the night, she ended up on her stomach and George was on his side with one arm underneath his head and the other laid out over her waist. Even with the bright light shining in her face, keeping her awake, Aurora refused to move. Although the weather outside was sure to be cold, the sun was strong and warmed her bare back that was on display.

"Georgie?" she groaned, shifting her body to try and shake his arm from her waist.

When that didn't work, she slowly rolled over onto her back before rolling once more to finally land on her side and curl up into George's chest.

"Georgie!" she whined, her voice hoarsely after sleeping soundly for so long. She drawled out the 'e' as she brushed the tip of her nose against the middle of his chest, nipping at his skin until she heard him start to wake up.

"Bloody hell woman! What time is it? Why aren't you letting me sleep in?" George groaned, refusing to open his eyes. Atleast until he felt a cold hand snake down his abdomen and slip beneath the waistband of his boxers.

"I'm up! I'm up!" he exclaimed, eyes flashing open as he looked down at her with a smirk.

"Well, I wouldn't say you're completely...up. Not yet anyway." She teased seductively, nipping his skin once more before she wrapped her hand firmly around his cock.

George groaned again at the sensation. Even with a quick glance at the clock on her nightstand, realizing it was still early, George suddenly stopped caring about being forced awake sooner than he would have liked.

"You little minx." He purred, his hand reaching up to rake his fingers through her hair. Tugging her head back so he could look her in the eyes as his hips thrusted forward, pushing more of himself into the palm of her hand before he took control of the situation.

His lips found hers roughly and instantly rolled her onto her back so he could hover over her, between her legs, and made work to remove all the clothing between them.

"Oh," Aurora giggled softly, looking up at George as she trailed her fingertips along his stomach. "Somebody is eager this morning." She teased, shifting just a bit so she could roll her hips up into his. The feeling of his hardened length brushing against her clit sent shivers down her spine.

"I can see I'm not the only one." He whispered huskily, pulling back from her just enough so he could line the tip of his cock to her slick entrance. He watched her face, enjoying the crinkle of her nose at the new pressure he was applying between her legs. The way her back arched and her hips flicked up, begging for him to fill her.

"Please Georgie!" Aurora cried out, begging for him with pure needy desperation.

Wanting to keep her waiting, only just a little bit longer, George pulled away, shifting back on his knees as he looked down at her.

"Please what?" he breathed out. His hands ran down her legs, wrapping his fingers around her ankles so that he could lift her feet and place them by his shoulders. "Use your words, love. Come on."

Aurora groaned out of frustration. He was right where she wanted, where she needed, him. The moment her feet were placed on his shoulders she arched her back before falling flat and staring up at him with her big, round, blue eyes. Sometimes she hated being told what to do, but in this kind of situation, she rather quite enjoyed it.

"I want you." She told him sternly, her hands reaching out as her feet slipped from his shoulders in order to wrap around his waist and try and tug him down to her. "I want you so bad it hurts. Georgie, don't make me wait. Please." She begged breathlessly.

George smirked. Her begging for him to not make her wait continued to stoke the fire within. Without warning, he entered her swiftly and squeezed her hips as his hips met hers, letting him bottom out inside of her.

Aurora let out a gasp as he immediately hit the sweetest spot within in her. Her hands reached up and grabbed onto his forearms, keeping a firm grip on him as his hips began to move against her. For Aurora, each time they coupled felt like the first time. The feeling of the first time his skin brushed against hers, an electrifying feeling of the unknown path his fingertips were going to take on her skin.

The way her smaller hands fit perfectly in his larger ones sent the butterflies in her stomach in a tizzy. It was like he was in her mind because the moment she started thinking of his hands, he let go of her hips and took her hands in his, his hips never letting up their assault down into her. George laced his fingers in hers and leaned down to press their conjoined hands on either side of her head and into the pillow beneath her.

"I'll never get tired of this." He whispered down to her, his lips brushing against hers before he nuzzled his face into the crook of her neck.

Aurora's only response was a moan into his ear, her hands squeezing his tightly as her hips grinded up into his. Her whole body felt like she was on fire, not painful by any means – she was burning just the right amount. Every nerve ending in her body was setting off fireworks in each and every direction, warmth spreading from the top of her head to the tips of her toes.

"Fuck!"

Aurora pushed with all her might against his hands, nudging her foot against his thigh as she flipped them around. Once she was perched upright in his lap, she grinned down at him triumphantly. She immediately started moving herself up and down against him, her hands running up his chest, pressing down for support as her eyes fell shut.

George let out a moan himself, his hands holding onto her hips to help her move against him. His eyes had fallen shut but the moment he felt her lips making their way along the column of his neck before she kissed the spot where his ear used to bed. He was still rather uncomfortable with the deformity, though he knew it could be much worse. The feeling of her lips against the scarred skin sent shivers down his spine and with a tight grip on her hips he began snapping his hips up to meet her own.

There was a constant battle of skin versus skin, who could reach their greatest pleasure first. Aurora won, finding her climax as her hips rolled down into George's before she felt him reach his own release. They remained connected for a few minutes after the fact, chests heaving against chest as they started breathing naturally once more.

Aurora lifted herself from his hips, collapsing into his side on the bed beside him.

"You know, if you move in with me..." George began, fingertips brushing aimlessly along her bare back. "We can do this every single morning."

Aurora sighed, looking up at him. "Don't ruin the moment, George." She told him, narrowing her eyes just a bit before she let her head rest back down against his chest.

"I'll get you to concede eventually."