"Alright," he said, the warm little butterflies spreading to his chest.
He hadn't a single clue how to do this. He really thought he ought to, spending so much time around Fitzroy and all his rakish friends growing up, but seduction was not a skill that came naturally to him—nor was it one that he thought could be taught with ease. Seduction seemed to require not only a healthy self-esteem (something he did have, fortunately) but also the innate assumption that everyone wanted him, which didn't come as easily. Even as he led her to the bedroom, Freddie found himself second-guessing—not once, not twice, but thrice—whether Gretchen wanted what he wanted and whether she would pull him closer or push him away once he made his intentions obvious.
But it didn't happen—and thank Merlin for it. Whereas the trek to the bedroom seemed to last an hour, the time it took for them to fall into bed felt like seconds. From the moment his lips touched hers all of his worries seemed to fall away. It was awkward, but it was fun; he hadn't expected the giggles and the bumped noses, the difficulties of taking her dress off (why did young ladies wear so many layers!?), nor how quickly it would end. But by the time it did, Freddie laid back on his pillow and listened to the rhythm of their breaths, a smile on his face.
Merlin, he was in love with Gretchen Lestrange.
He hadn't a single clue how to do this. He really thought he ought to, spending so much time around Fitzroy and all his rakish friends growing up, but seduction was not a skill that came naturally to him—nor was it one that he thought could be taught with ease. Seduction seemed to require not only a healthy self-esteem (something he did have, fortunately) but also the innate assumption that everyone wanted him, which didn't come as easily. Even as he led her to the bedroom, Freddie found himself second-guessing—not once, not twice, but thrice—whether Gretchen wanted what he wanted and whether she would pull him closer or push him away once he made his intentions obvious.
But it didn't happen—and thank Merlin for it. Whereas the trek to the bedroom seemed to last an hour, the time it took for them to fall into bed felt like seconds. From the moment his lips touched hers all of his worries seemed to fall away. It was awkward, but it was fun; he hadn't expected the giggles and the bumped noses, the difficulties of taking her dress off (why did young ladies wear so many layers!?), nor how quickly it would end. But by the time it did, Freddie laid back on his pillow and listened to the rhythm of their breaths, a smile on his face.
Merlin, he was in love with Gretchen Lestrange.
— set by mj <3 —