Cherry Pie 🍒
It had been two weeks but it felt like two decades. George and Zinnia had gone on dinner dates, movie dates, bowling dates, dancing dates, and still she could not find a way to get him alone in private. She yearned for more than a kiss and a few quick makeouts in the back of Chuck's car. But George always found a way to resist her and assure her that it's better to take things slower. She was sick of it, she was used to getting what she wanted. It wasn't just her wealth but she felt she always had a way of manipulating others to give her what she wanted. Maybe it was her money and It girl status she thought and it had no affect on George because he was foreign. He definitely knew she had money though after one night when she was able to lure him up to her penthouse. Rather than making love to her like she wanted, he just ogled at all her technology and her incredible view of central park.
Today was going to be different she decided during her last reflection breath of her Saturday morning pilates session. She made the affirmation that she was going to fuck the shit out of George Weasley.
Heading to the cafe, she found George already seated with her usual matcha next to him. He was so cute. He was on the phone, with work no doubt, as this had taken up so much of his time now that he was trained and seemingly thrown into things. She had never known a company to hire a new person and give them so much responsibility so fast. She greeted him with a silent peck on the cheek so as to not interrupt his phone call and sat down. He gave her a his pointer finger and walked out of the shop to finish his call in private. She didn't love that. He was so vague about a lot of things and mostly vague about work. All she knew was his office was downtown in the old Woolworth Building and despite her research she could not figure out the company name and he told her its classified information. She knew it was something to do with his connection to England and that he was basically a liaison between their sister company in London and their satellite office in NYC. With all the secrecy she couldn’t help but imagine he was an English spy like James Bond. But George was the last person she would imagine as a military man.
“Sorry about that, dollface,” George entered the cafe and sat back in his seat across from her.
“That's ok, everything ok? Was that work?” She asked hoping it wouldn’t pull him away tonight for their date that she planned.
“Yes, all is well, that was actually my mum, she’s not great at using the phone and I could barely hear her.” George reassured her.
“Good! I have a special night planned for you to congratulate you on finding an apartment!” She told him excitedly.
He had found a great one bedroom, walking distance from her. It was nowhere near as luxurious as her penthouse but that didn’t matter to him, and he refused countless times when she offered to at least help him pay his downpayment. She selfishly wanted him in her building for convenience but it was way out of his price range. He gave in at letting her pay for furniture and decorate it how she liked.
“Sounds great, what are you thinking?” He asked her as she checked her shopping list on her phone again.
She had all the ingredients for the recipes and was going to the grocery shop on her way back home. She wasn’t much of a cook but always was able to pull things off if she really set her mind to them.
“It’s a surprise! Come meet me at the penthouse at 7 tonight and come hungry!” she told him.
They finished up their drinks and he headed out to meet his realtor and sign all the paperwork. He wouldn’t get keys to move in until Monday as the old owners were still moving.
Zinnia set off to the grocery store and back home to cook a meal she found online called ‘marry me chicken’ she wasn't trying to get engaged but she hoped it would be enough to at least get laid.
The recipe was more steps than she realized so she had to start it early and get ready at the same time. Showering while the chicken breasts were marinating and doing her nails in the kitchen so she didn’t miss any timers.
She set the intention that this would bring George to his knees and beg to be inside her. She did after all get freshly waxed yesterday and it would be a shame to waste it. The kitchen was smelling amazing and she struggled to put in the sweet potatoes with her wet fingernail polish. One smudged and she fixed it by simply blinking her eyes tight. It was a weird skill that she had and never told anyone, it was probably all in her head. But most times, she could fix little things like this, a broken high heel on a drunk walk home, or a spelling error she made on a paper in ink.
Everything was ready and it was 6:45 she rushed to get dressed and heard George at the buzzer while she fought her way into her hottest red lingerie. She ran across the sitting room to the buzzer to let him up, she had less than 2 minutes to throw on her dress and shoes before he arrived.
DING!
The elevator entrance opened and Zinnia was at the door checking her red lipstick in the mirror. She felt she had really outdone herself this time. She prided herself in her ability to do her own hair, makeup and nails better than a salon, they would often make her look like she wasn’t sure, not herself? She did her own glam and it was like she was herself times ten and always got the most compliments and stares in public, which she loved.
George walked in with a bouquet of red roses. She took this as a sign of steamy romance that was about to come.
“Good gods woman, how do you blow me away every time I see you?” He grabbed her waist with her free hand and pecked her softly to not smudge her lipstick. He was dressed smart in all black but in his sneakers like usual at least they were black too and blended in.
“And bloody hell it smells amazing in here, what’s cooking up?”
“I made us dinner, I thought we needed a night in.” she was so happy he said it smelled good, she prayed it tasted ok too.
“Wow, what can’t you do darling? Here let’s put these beautiful roses I got for you somewhere,” he said, hinting he would like some gratitude.
“Oh yes love, thank you so much, they are beautiful and romantic as well, no?” she added back. She took the roses and put them in a vase on the coffee table, she would add water later but the timers were going off in the kitchen.
They ate and she was so relieved it was perfect, juicy and tender. Zinnia filled up their wine glasses again and finished the bottle. She got up to clear the plates and pick out another red.
“Don’t worry about that darling, I will clean up seeing as you cooked. It was so delicious, thank you again.” George took the plates from her and she went over to the wine cellar behind the kitchen pantry to look for the next bottle, excited and hoping this is all putting him in the mood.
She was only in there for a minute or two and he had cleaned up all the dishes, even the pots and pans and they lay on the drying rack.
“Wow! That was fast, thank you, for cleaning up. Could you please help me get this bottle down from the shelf?” She was shocked at how fast he did those dishes she was going to check to make sure they were actually scrubbed with soap too. He must have been eager for dessert.
He grabbed the bottle she requested and she went in to get the cherry cheesecake that was sitting in the fridge. This she had to admit was from the bakery the next block over but it was her favorite and wanted him to try it.
At this point in the evening the sky was dark and the lights in the apartment had dimmed a lot more than they usually did. They were now sitting in the theater room, the coziest couches that she almost never sat on were in this room. But it was quiet, and they could lay together on the same oversized chaise lounge and put on a movie in the background while they ate their cheesecake.
“Wow I’m so impressed with you Z, thank you for everything tonight it was lovely,” George told her as he put his empty dessert plate on the table next to the couch. Zinnia had a few bites from his slice as she was getting too full and wanted to still be ready if he was, for the after dinner activities.
Now nearing the end of the second bottle of wine, they were buzzed but not drunk as they had eaten so much.
“I’m so happy you liked it, do you want more wine?” She asked, hoping to get him drunk so she could finally wear down his chivalry.
“No thanks, I am very content right now.” He told her and pulled her into him so she was laying at his side with her head on his chest. His fingers traced up and down her back.
She scooted up so that her face was parallel with his.
“I am also very content,” She whispered, looking into his eyes and then at his lips. He looked down at her chest and picked up the locket she aways wore, twirling it in his fingers.
“This is pretty, where did you get it?”
”It’s nothing it was a gift.” She replied and shut him up with a kiss.
He held her face and they started to makeout. She moaned into his mouth and he took charge to pull her onto his lap so she was straddling him. This was more like it. Her hands tangled in his hair and he reached around to unzip her dress.
“Here let me get out of this thing,” She told him, standing up to shimmy her dress down and finished her wine, setting it on the table.
She was in full view standing over him with the big screen behind her, her red lacy lingerie and heels, giving him a minute to take it all in before reassuming the position on top of him. She could feel now that he was rock hard and her cunt was warm and wet the second she felt him under her. His hands roamed to her ass and gave it a tender squeeze, he moved his lips to her breasts, nearly suffocating himself in her cleavage.
“Fucking hell Zinnia, I need you NOW,” he growled and swiftly switched positions to where he was now on top.
Kissing her lips while his hands worked impressively quickly to undo her bra and start working on her garters.
“Let me-” she started trying to undo the clasps on her thighs.
“No, leave then on, it’s so fucking hot” He replied and kissed her neck and then down her stomach finally getting to her core.
He moved her thong to one side and put her left leg over his shoulder simultaneously entering a finger into her cunt while his tongue circled her clit.
“Fuck George” She moaned and let out a little shriek of pleasure, with one hand in his hair and the other holding onto his wrist of the hand that he had pressed firmly against her stomach. He knew exactly what he was doing and then slid in two more fingers without stopping his tongue. He grinned up at her, his chin wet and buried his face back to her warmth. That image was ingrained in her brain and the Deja Vu struck her. It was like she had predicted this very moment.
She could feel the heat building in her center and she decided to let it go, cuming all over his mouth and chin while he licked it all up hungerly. He waited a beat before taking his fingers out of her and quickly removing his pants and boxers at once.
His face came up to meet hers, “want to see how good you taste?” He asked her and didn’t wait for an answer before he closed the gap between their lips.
God she was dripping again and felt his cock at her entrance, grinding her hips up to meet it.
“Shit Z, you’re gonna make me cum before I even get in you.” He breathed as she started to unbutton his shirt.
“Well then take me now already George,” she gave up on the shirt buttons and grabbed onto his dick and it was so much bigger than she expected.
She guided it into her and he slowly bucked his hips not wanting to go too fast.
“Fuck me already George I’m so fucking wet for you.”
He entered her fully and quickly. Her walls stretched and her back arched as she took him all in. He groaned so loudly in her ear she was sure he had come already. But he continued to thrust in and out of her. Her legs wrapped around his torso and hands found his chest as he dominated on top of her. His pecs were strong and flexed, her hands roamed down his six pack. She instinctively moved her finger to her clit, rubbing to bring her to a second orgasm. He grabbed both her wrists in one hand, and pulled them above her head. His other hand moved to her clit, his thumb rubbing quickly on her clit. Zinnia’s lips parted, her breath quicking as he pleasured her in the very way she dreamed.
“Fuck shit, argh,” He groaned again as his thrusts got so quick and sloppy she came right there again from how deep he had gotten inside her. Then he came hard, his hands tightening around her wrists. A third orgasm shuddered through her body, her legs shaking and noises coming from her mouth she had never made before. It was the best sex she thought she had ever had and he rode her out as she came down from a third orgasm. Their breaths heavy, but slowing down until he pulled himself out of her, leaving her with the most empty feeling. He flopped over on his back next to her. She was obsessed to a new level with him. Never in her life had she had sex and felt satisfied until that moment, normally wanting to go multiple rounds with guys so she could at least attempt to get off. She came three times and twice from vaginal stimulation, an orgasm she doesn’t remember ever experiencing.
“Fucks sake, this couch is ruined,” George laughed examining the soaking wet couch that reeked of sex as he sat up.
“It’s ok I never liked it much anyway,” Zinnia replied when what she wanted to say was ‘I'm madly in love with you let’s get married and have babies.’ She shook that out of her head. “Let’s maybe rinse off? And change.” She suggested and guided him to her master bathroom.
She forgot she set up basically every room for sex because she was so determined to have it that night. The candles were lit and the bathtub was now full of cold water.
“Is it always this romantic here?” He laughed.
“No! I forgot to drain the tub after,” She lied pulling the stopper out.
They showered together platonically as they were both worn out from their earlier session. She had an extra robe for him to borrow and she insisted that he must sleep over because it's rude to smash and dash and he full belly laughed. They climbed into her king bed that she had her maid that morning put on fresh linen sheets and the pillow talk commenced.
“That was fucking amazing, like beyond amazing Z.” George told her as he stroked her fingers and played footsie with her under the sheets. They were laying on their sides facing each other.
“George, can I ask you something and promise you won’t take offense?” Z asked him. This had been on her mind since the day they met and she felt if their relationship was going to continue forward she had to ask.
“I will try my best, ask away.” He replied, eyes searching her face for some clues. He knew it was coming. She had mentioned Deja Vu around him too many times. She had magic in her blood, even though she seemed to completely forget about being a witch. He feared he would have to lie and she would see right through it.
“It’s just, so many things. I know we have only known each other for two weeks, but I feel like I have met you before.” She started, it wasn’t a question so he let her continue even after the long pause.
“I get Deja Vu feelings so much around you and I’ve even been having these vivid dreams with you there and -” She continued on and saw his glow fading into a guilty conscience. It didn’t all make sense to her and she knew that he wouldn’t get it either, so she pressed on into a different direction. Something else that she found odd about him.
“And it’s whatever, I mean I sometimes believe that I can remember my past lives so it’s probably just cause I’m insane,” She laughed it off, embarrassed, thinking he definitely thought she was crazy.
“You are not insane, lots of people feel that way.” George reassured her. He was oozing with guilt because he desperately wanted to tell her the truth. Tell her that they had met before but it was in this life.
“Thank you, I also have been curious about your childhood. I know it’s a sore subject because of your brother but I really am trying to piece things together. Like for example, you’ve never had a telephone. I can understand having strict parents, but not even when you moved out? How did you operate a business?” She had asked him this before but he blew it off casually, now she had him face to face with no distractions and she was dying for answers.
“I get it, and I told you, I grew up in a small town. Everyone knew each other and the shop ran on word of mouth mainly. My school and community didn’t see the need for us to learn how to use the internet and we only had one desktop computer in our library,” He lied and talked fast. He had started watching a lot of TV since moving to the states and into the muggle world so he took examples from sitcom. “Look, my family didn’t have the money to get us fancy technology like you had. Plus you are the one who never shares any details about her childhood.”
He did that often, trying to steer the focus back to her. The truth was, and she told him this, most of her childhood was a blur. She couldn’t remember things like how she learned to ride a bike, she just could one day. But he had never thrown the fact that she grew up wealthy in her face. That hurt.
“Sorry we don’t have to talk about it,” She said
“Look doll, I’m sorry. It’s just we have very different upbringings, and that’s ok,” he said softly as he grabbed her arm to stop her from turning over. “I don’t care about the past, I want to focus on the future. A future with you with me.” He meant that and she could see it. She kissed him and snuggled into his neck.
“You’re right. The past is the past. And I am so tired, you wore me out earlier.” She whispered back.