should've worshipped her sooner // g.w.

                                    

                                          
summary: y/n has been having a hard time with an overload of work to do, george helps her unwind
                          
word count: 2.6k
                          
warnings: 18  nsfw! smut, all sorts of sexy time stuff, praise kink, fingering, cursing, unprotected sex (you know the drill)
                          
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The blue light from the computer screen had her eyes burning. She sighed and leaned back in her chair, bringing her fingers up to rub her eyes to rid of the sting, it only gave her temporary comfort though before she rested her elbows on the desk before her and continued typing away.
                          
It was a Friday night, and while her husband was out working the joke shop, Y/N was at home, trying to finish up some work. It had been an awfully tiring week, a week spent curled up on the couch alone and stuffing her face full of ice cream in her free time from work. It was a busy week for George as well, which separated the two of them for the time being.
                          
George had been coming home later, smiling tiredly at his wife who desperately tried to keep her eyes open as he entered their bedroom. He'd laugh at her lazy smile and snuggle in next to her, barely making conversation before she was asleep in his arms. By morning, George awoke to an empty bed, her spot beside him still warm from moments before when she'd left the bed and went off to work.
                          
She glanced to the corner of her computer screen, noticing the time that read half an hour past nine. Students would be returning to Hogwarts soon, the weeks before September were always the busiest, and while Y/N's heart swarmed at the young wizards and witches that reminded her of her youth, she longed for George's comfort.
                          
She was almost finished with her last set of paperwork, and judging by the time and the heaviness of her eyelids, Y/N gathered it would be another night of falling asleep alone. She completed her last page and clicked save, before shutting her laptop. The snap of it closing was a cheerful sound to her ears, and she almost grinned as she stood up to stretch her arms over her head.
                          
A sudden knock at the entrance to her in home office caught her by surprise, her heart fluttered when she looked over and saw her husband. George stood, leaning against the doorframe with his tie undone and his shirt unbuttoned. He lazily smiled at her, taking in her figure, clad in one of his old tee shirts while her bare legs stood beneath her. Y/N cleaned up nice in cocktail dresses that hugged her figure and her hair done, but this was George's favorite look on her.
                          
She felt a sigh of relief leave her lips when her eyes connected to his. Her arms fell to her side after stretching above her head and George lifted his hand, motioning with his fingers for her to come to him, and she did. She took long strides into his arms, feeling the weight lift off her chest as she inhaled his scent. Her head instantly snuggled into the crook of his neck as George's arms wrapped tightly around her waist.
                          
They stayed that way for awhile, George knew his girl well and it was easy to see the stress that had consumed her for the past week. He rubbed her back, feeling the knots and tightened muscles underneath his fingertips. He pursed his lips, a wave of guilt washing over him as he released how much he didn't see her that week.
                          
"How's my girl?" George pulled back, brushing hair behind Y/N's ear as she looked up at him.
                          
Y/N didn't try to keep her head up, instead letting it fall back into the crook of his neck where she felt safe. When George didn't get a response, he chuckled to himself and bent down to scoop her up into his arms.
                          
She squealed as her feet left the ground, tightening her grip on his shoulders as George carried her across their living room and into their bedroom. As he reached their bed, he lowered down and gently dropped her on the soft mattress. As he pulled back, Y/N caught his shirt in her hands and pulled him down against her.