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Golden Boy One-Shots

(!) Fred x Cam: Valentine’s Day

*NON-CANON IN THE GB STORYLINE*

All day at work, Camellia hadn't been able to focus. After all, how could she? When her lover was dressed so sharply in crimson and black, with his sleeves rolled up and a cocky smile on his freckled face, giving her flirty glances all throughout the day...

February 14th, and she'd been up since 6am for the past week helping the boys stock up for Valentine's Day at Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes, and she'd known it would be packed on the actual day with customers getting last-minute gifts, but this was ridiculous. She'd been at the cash register for two hours already, but if you'd asked her even one thing she'd rung up, she wouldn't have been able to answer.

God, her mind was a filthy place— more than usual, too. Early that morning, as the winter sun was barely beaming through the snowy clouds, she'd awoken to a gentle kiss on her forehead and a rough voice mumbling, "Happy Valentine's Day, angel..." that sent shivers down her spine. Fred's muscular arms tightly wrapped around her had pulled her in closer to his body, and as she wished him a happy Valentine's Day as well, he'd peppered her neck and shoulders with soft kisses. She remembered wishing desperately that they didn't have to get up for work... that they could just stay in bed in each others' arms... spending all day focused on each other...

But Camellia suddenly snapped back to reality as her customer gave a booming laugh over something that George was saying to her left.

"—I know, I know, that's what I said!" George was chuckling, holding a quill behind his ear. He turned to Camellia and gave her a subtle frown. "You feelin' alright, Cami?"

Camellia felt herself blush and she nodded, finishing up the transaction with the customer and wishing him a nice day. George stayed at her side as she began ringing up the next person in line, and he leaned down close to her ear. "Fred hasn't been able to focus today, either, you know," he said quietly, and he stood back up with a smug grin on his face. Camellia scoffed and playfully shoved him away.

She should hope Fred wouldn't be able to focus... she'd decided to wear fishnets under her miniskirt specifically for that reason, and she was pleased to know that it was working. The staff had charmed their uniforms to change into black and red for the occasion, and Camellia's lapel was adorned with one of the flowers he'd given her that morning, so she was feeling quite confident in the fact that she looked irresistible.

Just then, Ron came up as George walked away. He got Camellia's attention and said, "Fred's asked me to take over at the register, he wants to see you in the office."

Camellia's heart skipped a beat and she held back a smile. "Thanks, Ron," she said, and she hurried to the back corner of the shop, where she knocked quietly and listened for an answer.

"Ron, it'd best not be you again!" came Fred's voice from inside. "I'm not setting off fireworks in front of the shop! Now, would you go get Cam for me?"

"It's not Ron, Freddie."

Camellia heard the sound of Fred getting up from his chair, and moments later, he opened the door and looked down at her. She was immediately overcome by the subtle scent of his cologne and his flirty smile. "Aah, Miss Larke..." he said in a low voice. "I've been wanting to speak to you... come in."

He let her slip through the door before closing it behind her and locking it, bracing his arm behind her head and eyeing her hungrily. "I don't recall those being a part of the dress code," he said, glancing down at her fishnet tights.

"Oh?" Camellia asked innocently. "I had no idea they bothered you, I'll be happy to take them off..."

Fred bit his lower lip and met her eyes. "No, no... by all means, allow me..."

His flirty comment made Camellia's cheeks go pink, and she let out a quiet giggle before Fred suddenly leaned down and pressed his lips against hers, making her back come into contact with the door behind her.

Camellia let out a quiet moan and eagerly wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders, kissing him back desperately. His tongue teased her lips as she felt him reach down and caress the back of her thighs for a moment before hoisting her up onto his hips.

He walked her over to his desk, where he carelessly brushed away his papers and quills and set her down, their lips still connected. Camellia wrapped her legs around him and pulled him in closer, loving his groan of surprise, and she reached into his back pocket and took his wand.

"Muffliato," she muttered in a breath between kisses, pointing the wand at the door, and she felt Fred smile against her lips. He broke apart for a moment and looked into her eyes, his gleaming with mischief.

"Yeah?" he grinned. "In the middle of the day, with all those customers out there...?"

Camellia bit her lower lip and nodded as she slowly slipped his wand back into his pocket, letting her fingers trail around his waist to the front, where she began to undo his zipper when he grabbed her wrist and stopped her.

"Oh, no, you don't... let me have a little fun first, Larkie."

Camellia's stomach fluttered at his rough voice, and even more so when he dipped down to kiss the sweet spot below her ear. She let out a soft moan and ran her fingers through his long hair as he slowly trailed down to her collarbone. She felt him undo the buttons on the front of her blouse as he kept kissing down her body, stopping to make love bites on her lace-covered breasts.

"I hope you know this counts as your break, Miss Larke..." Fred said, raising himself back up and meeting her eyes.

Camellia laughed softly and rolled her eyes. "Oh, fuck off..." she said, making Fred grin cheekily. "You'd better make it worth my while, then."

Her challenging words stirred a spark inside Fred, and he kissed her again, harder than before, this time with his hands running up her skirt and tugging at the waistband of her tights and underwear. Camellia could vaguely register the rock music playing in the shop and the chatter of customers outside, and the mere thought of there being so many people around made her heart race, even though the door was locked and silenced.

Fred pulled her tights down her legs and knelt to the floor as he took them off her feet and tossed them aside, slipping her heels back on afterward.

"You're leaving them on?" Camellia said breathlessly, as Fred began planting soft, warm kisses up her bare legs.

"Mmm-hmm," Fred mumbled, "you know I love you in these heels... you're so fucking gorgeous..."

The feeling of his lips kissing their way up her thighs was more than enough to drive her wild, and Camellia felt herself tighten as he gently spread her legs wider.

"You're already wet," he smirked, making her gasp when he ran the tip of his thumb against her lacy underwear. "Shall I do something about it?"

Camellia could only manage a soft "please," as her exposed chest fell up and down with her anxious breaths. Her lover lifted her skirt and took the waistband of her panties in his teeth, pulling them down off her thighs and kissing his way back up.

"Fuck, Freddie..." Camellia said. She was leaning back on her hands, head tilted down to watch Fred take his time to tease her... nipping and kissing her inner thighs while his hands caressed her legs... she could barely stand it.

Fred raised his head only for a moment, and he grabbed his wand from his pocket and held it in his mouth while he tied up his hair, then used the wand to hold it in place. He missed a few ginger strands that now framed his freckled face beautifully, and he gave her a coy smirk. "Happy Valentine's Day, gorgeous."

With those words, he kissed her thighs once more before running his tongue broadly up her heat, making Camellia gasp his name. She could hardly breathe imagining what was to come... he'd never failed to leave her breathless when using his tongue.

He began to suck on her clit, letting out deep, vibrating moans as he did, and he ran his hands up her calves and thighs and pulled her closer to him.

Camellia watched him with her mouth agape as he somehow knew exactly what her body wanted and when... his perfect lips against her most sensitive spot brought gasping breaths from Camellia's own.

She reached down and grasped his hair, bringing his face roughly against her, and Fred groaned in pleasure, taking her cues and making his movements rougher. "Fuck... t-that feels so good..." Camellia whimpered, watching him bring her closer and closer so release. He looked so beautiful— his long eyelashes over his closed eyes, the freckles across the bridge of his nose, his lips pressed against her skin...

He brought his hand from where it was wrapped around her thigh and he briefly brought his head up to look at her. He gasped for breath and smirked at her before putting his two middle fingers in his mouth and wetting them. "You decided to taste extra good for me today, eh, Larkie?" he said in a breathy voice, gently teasing her clit with his fingertips.

Camellia couldn't even answer— she'd been so close, and was quickly cooling down now, but she knew Fred was doing this on purpose. He grinned at her speechlessness and went back in with his tongue, and without warning, his fingers as well. He pushed his middle fingers deep into her and curled them upwards, hitting her G-spot and making Camellia cry out in pleasure and surprise.

She threw her head back, letting herself be totally consumed in the feeling of her lover pleasuring her. He didn't hesitate in picking up the pace inside of her and on her clit, making Camellia's moans grow louder and more uneven.

"Ohhh— fuck, I'm close— don't stop—"

Fred only went faster, earning himself a rough cry from his girlfriend. Camellia could feel herself impossibly close— she bit her lip and moaned as she was totally overwhelmed by the feeling of her own release as it came rushing through her.

She leaned back shakily on her hands, breathing quickly and whimpering in pleasure, and Fred pulled away from her, sucking his fingers clean and licking his lips. "God, Cami... I'll never get tired of that..."

He stood and took her face in his hands and kissed her messily, breaking apart with a vocal gasp. They looked into each others' eyes for a moment— Cami's weak and lustful; Fred's hungry and excited— and Camellia wrapped her legs around him and pulled him in for another kiss. She could taste herself on his tongue, and Fred held her face in his hands, tilting her to kiss her deeper.

As she pressed his hips to hers with her legs, she felt him completely hard beneath his trousers, and he was grinding into her as they kissed, letting out small groans every few moments.

"Let me take care of you, Freddie," Camellia moaned into his mouth. "Give me a turn."

Fred broke away from her, catching Cami glancing down at the bulge between his legs, and his eyes darkened as he smirked at her. "Mmm... how could I possibly refuse...?"

Camellia giggled at his words and got down off the desk and onto her knees in front of Fred, where she slowly began undoing the button of his trousers. He gently stroked her hair as she did, biting his lower lip in anticipation.

He was rock hard beneath his boxers as Camellia unzipped his trousers and lowered them slightly, his bulge straining uncomfortably against his waistband. She looked up at him, her fingertips teasingly toying with him over the fabric, when—

Knock, knock, knock.

Camellia jumped slightly at the rapping, and Fred quickly turned his head toward the door, just as startled.

"Oi, Fred!" came Ron's voice. "Register's out of change, I need two rolls of Sickles!"

Fred's eyes closed in frustration, and he clenched his jaw. "Yeah, Ron, I'll get them to you in a second," he huffed. He offered a hand to help Camellia up, and her legs trembled slightly as she stood.

"Get— get dressed," Fred said as he brought a hand to his trouser zip but didn't do it up. "Fucking hell... guess that's what I get for trying to have a little fun in the middle of a work day..."

Camellia smiled at him as she pulled her underwear and tights back on. She would've loved more than anything to stay and help him relieve some of his stress... but by the looks of it, that would have to wait until later that night.

Once she was dressed, Fred unlocked the safe for her and handed her two rolls of Sickles for Ron. "Go run these to my git brother... I— I need a moment before I can go back out there..."

He grinned sheepishly at his own words and Camellia did too, going up on her tip-toes to kiss him one more time.

"I promise I'll make it worth your while tonight," Camellia said softly into the kiss. "After work...?"

Fred kissed her back hard before pulling away. "You'd better," he smiled. "God, I love you."

"Not as much as I love you," Camellia said, heading to the door. "I'll show you just how much tonight, if you'll be good and patient."

Fred gave a short laugh. "Get out of here, Larkie," he teased. "You've got work to do."

"Yeah?" Camellia challenged him, and glancing down at his hard-on, she said, "Seems like you do as well."

She heard Fred laugh again as she swiftly left the room, heart racing and legs feeling much shakier than they actually were. This was her first Valentine's Day with Fred, and she couldn't wait until she had him alone again that night.

{ Part Two coming soon... }
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