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"Kitten, something is bothering you. What's going on?"

Fred ran his fingers over her stomach, drawing circles as they laid in bed that night. She sighed, it was heavy and full of anger at herself. She had once again let George get to her. It bothered her how much he could niggle at her, mess with her head. It was not fair. She wanted to be the one to mess with him. See how he liked it.

"Just your brother pissing me off as usual," she replied, "I don't understand why he gets to me so much!"

"It's because you want him to like you. You want everything to be harmonious and it won't be."

"It's not fair on you."

"I've gotten over it," Fred shrugged, nuzzling his head into the crook of her neck where he began to kiss, nibble and suck on the skin.

She moaned, it was soft and quiet but Fred enjoyed the reaction he got from her. She began to relax as he did so, her body untensed and her fists unclenched, moving to hold onto Fred's waist. He shifted so one leg was between Catina's edging her closer to him so she was near enough sat on his thigh.

She rubbed his waist, craning her neck back to give him more access. He went straight for the middle, right where her adam's apple would sit and he sucked hard. A loud guttural moan escaped her lips making him grin and start to move his leg back and forth slow and quite unnoticeable at first.

"You're so beautiful," Fred mumbled against her skin, pulling her by the hip so she moved against his thigh.

She hummed in response, her hand that was on his waist grazing up his spine to the base of his hair, entangling in the red strands and tugging his head away from her. Fred kept the pair of them moving together as he stared into her eyes, but noticed a change in them. Tears had began to well up and she shook her head, blinking them away.

"Please stop," she whimpered.

He did. There was no hesitation, Fred pulled his leg away and watched as she looked down at the pair of them where they had been connected.

"You okay?" Asked Fred, letting go of her to give her space. He pushed himself up and sat on the end of the bed, watching as she tucked herself up into a ball.

"I'm not ready," she said, "I'm sorry."

"That's okay. Don't be sorry for that, Cat. I would never want to make you uncomfortable. I probably shouldn't have done that. So I'm sorry."

"No, no, you were just going with the mood. I get that and I was enjoying it. I just, I started to panic about what could have come next and so I had to stop you."

She reached out and grasped his wrist, pulling him closer to her and resting her head on his shoulder. Her arms wrapped around his waist and the two sat in silence for a few minutes, collecting their thoughts together.

"Fred, does George have a crush on me?" She diverted the subject. They had said what had needed to be said and if they dwelled on it too much they would have just ended up in a damp spot.

"Why'd you say that?"

"Yesterday, I don't know what happened. I passed out I know that. But I don't know whether I had dreamt a conversation with George or it actually happened. He confessed he fancied me and that's why he hates me because he knows he can't have me."

Fred groaned, "it would make sense. I mean, who wouldn't fancy you? I certainly do."

"I know that."

"Yeah but, you're fucking stunning, you're funny, you're brave, you're and independent woman, you can be scary."

"How am I scary?"

"Oh, um - Scary is sexy." Fred faltered.

Catina shook her head, "do you ever think without your penis?"

"Not really? It's a man's crown jewels so it's only right that I think with it. In all seriousness, don't worry about Georgie. He'll stop eventually." She sighed and pulled the duvet up to her chin. Fred brushed a hand across her head, "I'll speak to him."

He climbed out of bed and wandered out of the room to his brother's room. They had returned to the flat for the night as they had some admin bits to do in the shop and she had joined them much to George's dismay.

Closing her eyes, Catina let sleep become her not wanting to hear Fred and George shout at each other which seemed inevitable when it concerned her.

When Fred sat down with George there was a veil of guilt blanketing the room. The latter refrained from making eye contact. It was as if he already knew what Fred was going to say.

"You did it again didn't you?" said Fred.

"Do what? I dunno what you're talking about."

"You confronted her and then panicked so you stunned her to make it seem like a dream."

"Who?"

"Stop being thick, Forge." Fred waited for his brother to nod with a heavy head before he whacked him on the neck. "So you do fancy her? Why didn't you say anything?"

"Because I thought she was with Brynn and then the next minute I knew she was with you! You always get the girl I want, Freddie!"

"Bull."

George stood up and kicked the bed, "Angelina... Cat... Freddie you've had them both and I haven't had either. I'm sorry for being a dick to her but if I wasn't I'd be creaming my pants around her."

He couldn't be that angry with him. Fred joined his brother and pulled him into a hug. It didn't excuse his treatment towards Catina but at least Fred understood why now.

"You don't deserve anything from her because of what you have done but she's the most forgiving person ever. I just want my two favourite people to get on, Georgie."

"I'll make it up to her. I'll stop being a prat."

"You better do."