Part 4 of "All the Boys" for Aggiebell90
All the Boys: Neville
All the Boys: Michael
All the Boys: Dean
All the Boys: Harry
4. Harry
"You know, Ron really thinks there's a dragon tattoo on my chest," Harry chuckled as he and Ginny sat underneath the beech tree by the Black Lake.
"Really? He's seen you without a shirt for years," Ginny pointed out, leaning back sending them gently to the grass. She curled into his side.
"Well, not since you said that," he admitted, stroking her hair. "It's actually a pretty good idea."
She laughed and sat up to dig in her rucksack. Harry looked at her quizzically as she turned back to him with a quill and some ink.
"What is that for?"
"Lay down," Ginny ordered with a smirk on her face. "I'm going to help you." She tentatively reached forward and touched a button, making him take in a sharp gasp. The button slipped through the buttonhole, exposing a small area of his chest to her. They both began shaking.
"I…hey, what…?"
"Your mastery of the language is spectacular, Potter. Just keep still." Ginny smiled at him and undid two more buttons, sliding the fabric of his shirt open over his heart. She looked up at him again, taking note of the nervous look on his face. Fighting the temptation that was close at hand of ripping his shirt off completely, she leaned up toward his ear and whispered, "I'm giving you a temporary tattoo."
Before Harry could say anything, she dipped the nib of her quill into the ink and steadied her hand. With her tongue between her lips, she began to draw on his chest, making a sweeping line that was to be the dragon's chest. She was about to make a wing when he burst out in fits of laughter. Ink splattered on his skin and she groaned.
"Stay still!" she ordered, but laughing along with him. "I can't do this if you're laughing."
"It tickles!" He continued laughing, knocked the ink bottle over and turned over to face her. He pulled her to him and ran a hand through her hair. Moments ticked by as they just stared at each other, soaking up the feel of the other.
Ginny tentatively put a hand on his shoulder, softly moved it down his arm to his elbow, and then back up toward his neck. Her fingers began playing with the hair at the top of his collar and then moved up, weaving through his messy and surprisingly soft, thick hair. Her eyes fluttered closed and her mouth opened slightly. God, she wanted him to kiss her and before she could think another thought, he was.
In the short time they'd been together, Ginny helped him perfect his kissing skill. He wasn't embarrassed, but instead, he was a rather enthusiastic pupil. His kisses had once been sloppy, full of saliva. Now, his lips were strong and aggressive in their movements and his tongue was strong, yet gentle.
Harry kissed her deeply, taking her breath away. Together, they kissed and moved thir hands over arms, shoulders and backs. Without thinking, one of her hands moved to the open shirt and the smooth skin of his chest. His skin was warm and she couldn't help but run her hand along his flesh. Harry stopped kissing her and their eyes met. His glasses were askew and behind them, his green eyes grew dark and sparkled.
"Sorry…" She began to pull her hand away, but her grabbed it hand held it close to him.
"It's okay, really. I don't need a tattoo. You've already left a mark there."