Forbidden Fruit by Luvscharlie

You wonder how something so innocent could look so sexy simply because he did it? Fred bit into the apple and ran his tongue over lips moistened by the fruit's juices. You swallow down the lump in your throat as you feel your cheeks heat with desire.

On days such as this, you know why you married him. With your body singing for his touch, you approach.

"Something you want, love?" he asks, apple in hand.

You nod and move in close. Tasting the fruit on his lips, you whisper against the heat of his mouth. "You. I want you."

Fin.

A/N: Originally written for the fwhg_ldws (Fred Weasley/Hermione Granger Last Drabble Writer Standing Competition) on Live Journal where the prompt was an apple and that the drabble must be exactly 100 words. This one made it through to the next round.