So. I wrote this at five in the morning. As in an hour ago. It's definitely not beta'd. But it's fic! Not written for a fest or anything like that!love; like george weasley/lee jordan; pg-15. ~470 words.
lee loves george.
Lee loves George.
He loves George like he loves lazy Sunday mornings when he can wake up just past noon in a tangle of ebony and freckled ivory limbs, the sound of George's laboured breathing (the lazy, deep-sleeping arse) in his ear, and he can tell himself that this day, like every other, is reality and not some dream he'll eventually wake up from.
He loves George like he loves a night out with his mates – Ang, and Katie B., Alicia and sometimes Oliver – when he's so past pissed drunk that he's almost falling out of his seat, and everything's
funny, when George glances at him from across the room and catches his eye and they share this tiny smile, and life is so bleeding good that he feels like he's taken something
, he feels that fucking high.
He loves George like he loves the day in first year when he was sorted into Gryffindor and the first thing he ever said to either twin was asking if they liked to prank others (which had been perfectly logical of him to ask because he'd always thought that if he'd
ever had a twin, he'd have gone the route of pranking for a hobby, too).
He loves George like he loves the fact that he can annoy Lee to the point of wanting to hex him one minute, and then turn around and have him seeking his company in the next.
He loves George like he loves knowing that he's not alone in things.
He loves George like he loves the fact that he has absolutely no shame whatsoever and will say things even if they should be embarrassing.
He loves George like he loves knowing every day is a bleeding adventure with him, and that life will never be boring so long as Lee has George in it.
He loves George like he loves the fact that the only other person who could really
, never ever ever
mess up on telling Fred and George apart was Angelina (does he have to even explain that?).
He loves George like he loves the freckles on his skin, and he'd never change that, or anything else, about him, especially if it would change who he was, make him less of his
He'll take the bad April 1sts and the May 2nds. He'll take the missing ear and other off days, just to have the good days and the really
good days and the laughs and the grins and the hugs and the kisses andthesexohmerlin
especiallythesex and the Sunday mornings and the longing looks and all the other little things that make his heart flutter just at the thought of George to the point where he doesn't even care
that he sounds like a complete pansy in his head.
But, mostly, he just really loves George.