Why So Serious?

Title: Why so serious Chapter 3 Intimacy



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Chapter 3: Intimacy



When Alice awoke, she started thinking on what exactly happened. Her memories were a little hazy right now and she knew if she thought too hard she’d get a headache. She looks to see Myra and George. "Wha...Wha...??" She whispered to the both of them.



George’s voice filled the room. "Poor girl, she's dazed and confused. Should we take her to her room?" George asks Myra very concerned for Alice’s safety. He knew of Fred’s plan to ask Alice to marry him, so she was practically already his sister. Ginny was his only sister and she was younger than him but acted as if she were older. Alice was the opposite so that made George feel a little better knowing that Alice had her ‘moments’ when she’d act like a five year old.



It was Myra’s sharp tongue that brought him out of his little thoughts about siblings. "Bring her to the couch!" Myra demanded him. George picked her up and headed to the living room. Fred was sitting on the couch when the two of them walked back into the living room from the bathroom.



Relief consumed George. He had been out cold for a little while and neither he nor Myra was able to wake him up. Granted that they did try to throw water in his face, that didn’t work. "Fred! How are you feeling bro?"



Fred’s voice sounded tired, like he’d been drugged so much that he probably couldn’t think straight. "I'm alright George. Where's Alice?" Fred asks rubbing his eyes.



"She’s right here." George answers, showing Fred that Alice was in his arms. Fred blinked several times, wondering how he’d missed that.



Again, Myra’s sharp tongue was heard, only this time it was directed toward Fred. Both of the twins noticed that Myra was being extremely bossy today. Normally she’s not this bad. "Get out of the way Fred! George, put her on the couch. Try not to wake her just yet," Myra instructed. Without George knowing, Alice fell asleep (again) in his arms. He gently puts her on the couch and immediately looks at Myra who is staring out the window furious. "That fucking Joker! I'd kill him myself. Fucking ass-munch," she mutters under her breath, acting like she’s talking to herself.



"Babe, you..." George was about to finish his sentence when he was interrupted by her turning on him. Apparently she didn’t like to be interrupted when she was having a conversation with herself.



"Shut your face!" Myra snapped at him. "Come with me George. We need to find this fucker. He has crossed the line."



Myra and George leave the house to go find The Joker and possibly kill him. Fred looks at Alice. All of his drugged up thoughts were gone when he looked down at her, now he thought clearly. He fears the worst for her. He fears that whatever happened a few hours ago while he was unconscious affected her to a point to where she will be scared of everyone, including him. But that can’t be the case, considering her father and her twisted life, she could take a lot. A few hours pass and Fred just watches her, wondering what to do. He’d never had to go through this kind of thing before and he didn’t even know what had happened, only that that his girlfriend went to take a shower and the next thing he knew he was out cold. Slowly Alice awoke again.



As she laid there wrapped in a fluffy pink towel on the couch, she stared at the ceiling, thinking about what she did. She thought, 'What have I done? It was so wrong, yet so pleasurable.' She turns her head to see Fred watching her. Those green eyes staring at her, making her feel like she was important to the world, his world. The look of concern was written all over his youthful face and she didn’t know what she could do to take it off. She looks the other way. She starts to cry, thinking, remembering what happened.



Oh what a horrible thing she had done and she couldn’t help but feel guilty for it. How could she do that to Fred? What’s more, how could The Joker do that to her? He knew all too well that the moment she looked into his eyes; she’d obey him no matter how stupid his request was or how terrible it could be. She was lucky to have someone as loyal as Fred around in her life. All her life she’d never been able to have the simple touch of a man, or even human contact until she went to Hogwarts because of her ‘problem’. As Fred held her, comforting her, the mere feeling of his hand going up and down on her back only made her love for Fred grow. It amazed her how understanding and patient he could be. Slowly she looked into his eyes and admired the color of them. They were so loving that she couldn’t resist the urge to kiss him so she did it, but in a teasing manner. She did this on purpose because she knew that he just wanted to snog her senseless when it came to it but the wait drove him nuts.



Unexpectedly, he reached behind her head and pulled her lips back to his making sure to press them hard together. Suddenly she found herself entangling her arms around his neck and then grabbing handfuls of his scalp to pull his face away from hers. “I love it when you do this to me.”



“I love it when I’m able to make you feel better,” he replied. He crashed his lips to hers and made sure that the two of them wouldn’t be able to breathe. Oh how he loved the taste of her mouth, the softness of her lips and how forceful and demanding she would become. Sometimes she scared him at how demanding she became, but he loved every minute of her torturing him.



At some point his shirt left his body and her nails lightly scratched his back, bringing that tingly feeling he loved so much. Her hands roamed all over his body as if it were new territory for her to explore even though she’d explored every inch of his body already. Stopping her momentarily he locked eyes with her and reached for her hands and led her to their bedroom. The moment the door closed they were at it like animals. Quickly her hands worked on his belt buckle while his worked on simply taking her towel. In seconds they stood completely naked in front of each other.



Fred took all of her into his eyes like eye candy. At times he wondered how the hell he became as lucky as to have her as his girlfriend, and soon to be fiancée. Then he remembered how it wasn’t he and George who came up to Alice and her sister, Myra, it was the other way around and they were looking for mischief. Oh how the thought of the four of them doing mischief together turned him on even more. Slowly he closed the short distance between them and lightly touched her arm, making sure to trace his fingers slowly over her delicate skin.



The moment he touched her set her skin on fire. Right away she wanted to pounce on him, leaving all form of decency behind. Yet she remained still, calm, collective, knowing full well that the longer she waited the more pleasure there would be. He made her lay down on the bed, from her knees to her feet hung off the bed, making sure to use the edge of the bed to her advantage. She looked into his eyes and saw purely love. Any other woman would believe it to be lust but she’d looked into his soul before and knew it to be otherwise. His boyish charm merely added to the sexiness of his being. Alice reached up and cupped his face with her right hand. As if on cue, Fred leaned down and kissed her deeply. He reminded her of apples and sugar.



As much as he wanted to hold out on their foreplay, he was a man still and Alice just touching any piece of his skin drove him to the point of a purely animalistic good fuck. He would know, she’d told him. Waiting no longer, he slowly opened her legs and put the tip of his length at her entrance. The second he broke the kiss he looked into her eyes and thrust hard into her, making her release a pure cry of pleasure. Her warm body felt good around his rock hard shaft, like smooth velvet or silk. Even though he’d only slept with one other person before they even met, Fred knew that it was her demonic side that made her unique above all other women and there was no other like her. A few seconds went by until he could feel her putting her feet at the edge of the bed and her arms wrapped around his torso. He felt her lips touch his ear and a single word escaped them. Please.



Barely on the verge of control, he started a slow rhythm that was soon matched by her. The more he thrust into her the deeper he went and feeling her quiver beneath him. Her hot sex contracted around him every time he filled her and he had to go faster. What seemed like forever drew on. Every thrust he made brought them both closer to their climax. Words started coming out of her mouth at random. Fred knew he wouldn’t be able to hold on much longer so he quickened his pace, making sure to hit the right spot.



She was going mad. Truly, insanely mad. The more he pumped inside her the closer she was to the edge of sanity. Being half demon was a pain in the ass, but it did have it’s pro’s as well as the cons. Since she was half demon, and psychic to boot, her senses of both pleasure and pain were intensified. Only her physical pain would become pleasure beyond mortal thoughts.



Without warning, she flipped him over and straddled him, thrusting hard against him and making him moan like crazy. As she rocked her hips back and forth she could feel herself start to cum. Faster, and faster and harder and harder she rode him until she finally saw white light and reached her peak, somehow bringing Fred with her to that point in time where their hearts were beating in sync. Not bothering to get off him she lay on his chest and felt his heavy breathing beneath her. There was never bliss like this before she met her Fred.