Unclaimed Property Scam

One Shot 2

Title: I hate rainy days
Pairing: Fred / George
Rating: Pg 15
Warning: none of the characters or places in the fic are mine, the rights and possession of JKRowling on its behalf, the story was written purely for fun, no profit.
Genre: Romance Beta
say: weeping_ice
Note: The champion of Twincest you finally decide to post the first of the 100 fic ... I'm moved by myself. The title ... well, I admit, feel sorry, very sad ... like one of those phrases that Grouchy blurted always around ("I oodio this, I know that ... oodio, no?), But otherwise you could not do one ... so he adjusts to what he ^ _ ^


"Merlin balls!" Scan every word right in front of the window, "It rains more than a week ... can not take it anymore!" Will heat up seeing the trickle of 'water on the glass and slam their fists on the shelf. Exasperated

close my favorite book.
"Come on, sooner or later end up" get them to accept, but without much conviction, "Why do you always react like that when it rains?".

Puffs and you turn around to look at me, "You do not understand anything!" Accuse me, then come out angry and slammed the door.
I look at you in disbelief ... I can not understand this reaction, you're my twin, but equally I can not understand it ...
Torno focus on my book, while I hear some slamming doors at this rate would demolish the house.

Keep doing as much noise as possible in the bathroom in the hallway, even in the kitchen, rattle pots and pans, I read and reread the same sentence more than once, I can not concentrate.
I admit defeat and close the book again, this time permanently, puffing the support of the table, I put the first shirt that I find and I went toward the noise source.
I hear you mutter insults and slurs against anything you happen to hand instinctively inclined his head to one side, as if it could help me understand this to your behavior ... I give up after a few of seconds, definitely do not understand.

"You can know that you?" I ask you joining me in the kitchen, arms folded and close to his chest.
"I can not stand this takes time" reply without even looking at me.
"And it is necessary to react like that?".
You turn an 'expression is clear, obviously yes, it is really necessary.
I decide not to investigate further; there were never secrets between us, if you really want to tell me you'll take the initiative of your own, I will not force you.
I head to the couch and I let it fall on weight, resting your elbows on knees, hands clasped to form a solid support for the chin. I stare, so, without moving a muscle. The fact that I would not go to admit it does not mean that I spare you the trouble of trying to understand you simply watch.

After ten minutes you turn shooting at me, hands on hips and a strange expression on his face annoyed.
"Well?" Asks point blank "What you have to keep staring at me? We are twins, the weight of your eyes on me I still feel ... "raised an eyebrow. In response
emits a long sigh liberating, "D 'agreement ... I give up, please, I beg you all you want, but tell me why you hate so much the day of rain. "I have worn the brain in search of an answer, but it has not arrived. Resigned
you look around suspiciously and you move towards the window overlooking the garden, past a few seconds to set the world outside, bring her face to the glass and out they do tarnish a small part. With the 'index will hasten to draw a heart, then you move around and showing me smiling uncertainly.

I can not help but smile myself. I get up from the couch still smiling, as soon as you reach the hill both hands on your shoulder, and on their cheek.
"Anch 'io" you whisper to his ear.

"That's why I hate them" whisper "because that 's the only way to let me tell you. "and states that the drawing is gradually disappearing, you've looked saddened those who have no choice and must surrender to the facts.
"I can not do a voice because someone might hear me, I do not touch because someone would see us, I can not even look at you as usual ...!" lower face wearily," I hate them because for me these days you simply be my brother ... and I can not stand it. " When you speak you will be soaked eyes, and cheeks are tinged with a slight purple hue.

I opened my eyes, we loved each other, with the body, hands, eyes, but not with words ... I've never said anything like this before 's now.
George ... I love you I love you like I never loved anyone 'else. I love you as a brother, as a friend, confidant and a lover ... and I love you even as an enemy, because if you ever leave, if you ever leave me alone, I'd die, and for that I'm sure.
I love you like the 'water loves the' burning like the sun, the moon, the day the night ... I love you as only Fred can not love George.
Launch a quick look around, attached to the hook of 'There's an old coat hanger shabby, and lightning shot to get it back from you.
takes your hand, "Are not you afraid of getting wet, right?" Breath on your lips.
remains uncertain in the answer, but I see move your head slightly in the sense of denial.

I move fast towards the door from the back, still holdin 'hands, "Do not let George ..." he whispered, and the open, unfolds his coat and threw it there. A strip in my hand, the 'in your other, our umbrella of luck repairing looks inappropriate and start running toward the forest in front of the Tana, your always in my hand, you follow me, without saying a word.

At the edge of the woods I looked back at me, seems disoriented and confused, but not fearful. With your eyes you make me understand that although he does not know where I'm leading, you trust me and spurs me to continue.
I enter through the trees, one step ahead of you to get ahead. Anyone who has seen running across the lawn must have thought we were going to plot somewhere ... who knows what all the better.

walk for an indefinite time, behind me I hear you panting with fatigue, which begins to be felt.
"Quiet, we're almost there" I turned back to smile, trying to reassure you.
few minutes and yet here he is before our eyes, a small clearing among the trees, large enough for three or four people. The rain must 'have intensified, the branches covered with needles are not enough to stop the travel of the drops that end up crashing on the forest floor. With

movement decided you tear the hem of a cloak out of the hands and throw it away just by making us victims of 'copious water falling, in a short time we are both soaked, wet clothes fit your body like a second skin, the white shirt he clears up to become transparent , letting me see your breasts and inviting mercilessly every furrow marking the abs ... probably the same fate has befallen my shirt.
you up one arm behind his back and slowly I hold you to me without saying a word to the rest kidnapped look at you, drops you glide along the red locks get to the end of the race take the leap, to fall on your face and return the mad journey to your parted lips, now trembling slightly the cold, small puffs of steam coming out of that cave nestled between two edges of the perfect red leather and soft.

Suddenly her hand to my face, and with the back stroke my cheek, lips, forehead, cheek again ... I close my eyes and smile, beandomi of that feeling of infinite peace, then, with the gota push lightly on the fingers until you find the skin to skin with your palm. Start caressing her face with it, until you get to the fingertips, with his free hand and start to take your baciartele one by one, one, two, ten times, and again, and again, and again ... then me again on the hill face and fixed my eyes in yours.

The rain continues to fall, creating around our bodies a muffled noise.

"I love you George." I whisper in a misty puff of steam two tears streaming down her face, fair and swashbuckling ... I hope you trade for the drops.
I hand you a little 'more to me, you have not yet said a word.
"I love you."
Poggio my forehead to your "I love you, love you, love you," I always say stronger. Without warning

bring me the 'other hand to the face, as to want to prevent any possible escape and through my eyes unto the' soul, deep and sweet at the same time.
I have no desire or strength to stay away, with a rapidly moving my hand behind your neck and even more quickly cover my lips your in a chaste kiss that gets deeper and intimate in 'a period of time.

Keep still, immersed in that contact with the rain that still runs on him. Beginning to advance and lead our bodies on the cloak which I had thrown away slowly until you are kneeling down with me, you follow me not to object at all.
lips just come off the time needed for a quick breath, your hands now roam impatient under the shirt, that in a second slip off me off and throw away. Free
a hand from your hair and try to better accommodate the fabric, pulling time from a corner, now by 'another, then use it to hold me, propped to the ground, and slowly let go of my body weight on your visit to the 'one lying on the' other.
interrupt the frenzy of our languages and am departing slightly. I watch the world around us swirls fierce and mad, you're the 'only constant I have left.

"Hear more rainy days?" Asked with a smile, while you caress his face, "Do you still think that the 'only way to tell me is to draw a design on a fogged?".
From your eyes I see two tears fleeting tick "Never leave my hand," I pray with a trembling voice.
"I will not do" Smile
, copious tears down your cheeks reddened long; "I love you Fred"
"I love you too 'I' I whisper in my turn, before dropping again in your mouth and your body.

The rain continues to fall, forcing people into homes comfortable and dry and allowing us, at least for today, to love without fear ... ... the body with his hands ... his eyes ... and with words.