FIC: His Best Birthday (Harry/Ginny)
Title: His Best Birthday
Author/Artist: lrthunder
Prompt: 16: Prompt: Character A uses the summer heat as an excuse to be naked all of the time, much to Character B's delight. Suggested Character(s)/Pairings:Ron/Hermione, Harry/Ginny, Luna/Dean Any optional extras:A naked picnic followed by skinny dipping in a nearby river, lake or pond.
Pairing(s):Harry/Ginny
Word Count/Art Medium: 1146
Rating: NC-17
Warning(s): Nudity, sex
Disclaimer:Harry Potter characters are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Summary: Harry loves it when Ginny spends the day naked. He loves it even more when such a day falls on his birthday.
Harry woke to his wife’s lips pressed against his. Ginny smiled as she continued to kiss him. “Good morning, Harry, and happy birthday. What do you want to do today?”
He smiled as he ran his fingers across her bare skin. “I can think of a few things. They don't include getting dressed or leaving this bed.”
Ginny laughed. “Unfortunately, Mum is making a big birthday dinner for you tonight, so we’ll have to get out of bed and get dressed.” Harry groaned. “But that’s not until this evening. You have the day off and I told Gwenog not to Floo or Owl me today.”
Harry grinned. “That’s a good idea.”
“Stay in bed. I’ll make breakfast.” She slid out of bed and left the bedroom. Harry lied down, resting his head on the pillow. He loved summer. While it was the busiest part of the Quidditch season, he loved it when Ginny had days off. When she had days off, she wouldn’t bother dressing at all. It saved time when they wanted to make love, which was quite often.
Still, it was awkward whenever they had visitors. The first couple of times Ginny had started not wearing clothes around the house, friends and family would drop by unexpectedly. Ginny wouldn’t scream, but she would hurry out of the living room. When the visitors were Ron, Hermione or Ginny’s parents, their reactions would range from shouts to red-faces. Finally, Harry had insisted they Apparate to a spot just outside their yard. He set up Sensory Charms to alert them of any visitors. That would give Ginny time to wear something.
He smiled as he heard her walking back to the bedroom. She carried a tray and placed it in front of Harry. “Eat up, Harry,” she said.
Harry grinned as he began wolfing down the eggs and toast. By the time he was finished, Ginny had brought her own tray and was eating it as well. “Harry, how would you like to go on a picnic?”
He thought for a minute. “It sounds great. Let me go ahead and get dressed.”
Ginny smirked. “That won’t be necessary, dear husband.”
Harry kissed her passionately, not caring that he had spilled the rest of their food on the floor and the bed. “Ginny, did I tell you how much I love you?”
“Only a thousand times yesterday, but who’s counting?” she giggled, kissing him back.
* * * * *
Harry followed his wife’s example and remained naked. Ginny packed some lunch in a basket while Harry grabbed a blanket. They walked outside and up a hill not far from their cottage. The best part of their house was the privacy it afforded. Not only was a majority of their property full of trees, but anti-Muggle wards had been placed around the property. The only intruders they’d have to worry about would be magical intruders.
“This is certainly a nice day today,” Harry said.
“Yes, it’s certainly is. Here’s a nice spot,” she said. “Put the blanket here.”
Harry obeyed her instructions. He placed the blanket on the green grass and noticed it wasn’t quite large enough. He took his wand and enlarged it. “It’s a good thing I brought my wand with me.”
Ginny giggled as she looked at his cock. “Yes. Definitely a good thing.”
Harry blushed as she placed the basket on the blanket. Ginny opened it and pulled out two sandwiches and two bottles of Butterbeer. As they ate their lunch, he peeked into the basket and saw a bottle of chocolate syrup. “What’s the syrup for?”
She grinned at him. “Oh, it’s for dessert.”
“Where’s the dessert?” he asked.
“Finish your lunch and you’ll find out.”
He grinned and continued eating. They finished and he looked at her. “I’m finished. What’s for dessert?” he asked again.
Ginny took out the bottle of chocolate syrup. She handed him the bottle and laid down on the blanket. “I’m sure you can use your imagination, Harry.”
He grinned again. He began pouring the syrup onto her breasts. “You know, I’ve never had chocolate syrup breasts before.”
“There’s a first time for everything.”
She lied down on the blanket as Harry knelt beside her. He grinned before licking the syrup from her breasts. She moaned as she felt his tongue graze her nipples. "Do you like that, Ginny?"
"Oh fuck yes, I do," she said.
"What else do you like?"
"I like it when … oh," she cried as his tongue continued to lick the syrup.
"What did you say?"
She glared at him. "Fuck, Harry," she moaned.
He smirked. "Is that a request?"
"More like a demand, Harry!"
"It's my birthday, remember? So, you wouldn't mind if I take my time, right?" he asked. He kissed her as he gently caressed her breasts.
"I don't want to be an old woman by the time you're finished," Ginny retorted.
Harry grinned.
* * * * *
Harry didn't know when he had drifted off to sleep, but the next thing he knew, Ginny was straddling him. "Tired, are we?" she asked, giggling.
"Well, making love with my beautiful wife requires all the energy I can muster," Harry teased.
She slapped him playfully. "Prat." She kissed him.
"How long was I asleep?"
"Only a few minutes. Don't worry, we'll still have plenty of time to get ready for dinner. But first, we should get cleaned up," Ginny replied.
"I don't think I can make it back to the house just yet."
"Who said anything about returning to the house? We're near a lake, after all," Ginny said slyly.
Harry stared at her, but before he could reply, she stood up and ran off, giggling. He smirked and raced after her. He caught up with her before she reached the lake. "I have you."
Ginny smirked. "I wasn't actually running that fast, Potter. If I did…"
Harry smirked in return. "Oh, are you sure about that?"
She laughed and broke free from him. She ran into the lake, with him in close pursuit. Their laughter filled the air along with the splashes. "You know something, Gin?"
"What is it, Harry?"
"I don't think we've ever made love in water," he replied.
"Harry, we shag in the shower almost all of the time," Ginny laughed.
"That doesn't count," he countered.
She smiled and kissed him. "There's a first time for everything."
He smiled. "Yes, there is."
* * * * *
The sky darkened as Harry and Ginny made love. Finally, she placed a finger on his lips. "As much as I would love to continue this, we really do need to get ready for dinner."
Harry sighed. "I suppose you're right."
"Don't worry. I'm sure we can find an excuse not to stay too long at the Burrow. But did you have a good birthday today?"
He grinned. "It was the best birthday I've ever had."
She smiled and kissed him. "Good."
THE END
Author/Artist: lrthunder
Prompt: 16: Prompt: Character A uses the summer heat as an excuse to be naked all of the time, much to Character B's delight. Suggested Character(s)/Pairings:Ron/Hermione, Harry/Ginny, Luna/Dean Any optional extras:A naked picnic followed by skinny dipping in a nearby river, lake or pond.
Pairing(s):Harry/Ginny
Word Count/Art Medium: 1146
Rating: NC-17
Warning(s): Nudity, sex
Disclaimer:Harry Potter characters are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Summary: Harry loves it when Ginny spends the day naked. He loves it even more when such a day falls on his birthday.
Harry woke to his wife’s lips pressed against his. Ginny smiled as she continued to kiss him. “Good morning, Harry, and happy birthday. What do you want to do today?”
He smiled as he ran his fingers across her bare skin. “I can think of a few things. They don't include getting dressed or leaving this bed.”
Ginny laughed. “Unfortunately, Mum is making a big birthday dinner for you tonight, so we’ll have to get out of bed and get dressed.” Harry groaned. “But that’s not until this evening. You have the day off and I told Gwenog not to Floo or Owl me today.”
Harry grinned. “That’s a good idea.”
“Stay in bed. I’ll make breakfast.” She slid out of bed and left the bedroom. Harry lied down, resting his head on the pillow. He loved summer. While it was the busiest part of the Quidditch season, he loved it when Ginny had days off. When she had days off, she wouldn’t bother dressing at all. It saved time when they wanted to make love, which was quite often.
Still, it was awkward whenever they had visitors. The first couple of times Ginny had started not wearing clothes around the house, friends and family would drop by unexpectedly. Ginny wouldn’t scream, but she would hurry out of the living room. When the visitors were Ron, Hermione or Ginny’s parents, their reactions would range from shouts to red-faces. Finally, Harry had insisted they Apparate to a spot just outside their yard. He set up Sensory Charms to alert them of any visitors. That would give Ginny time to wear something.
He smiled as he heard her walking back to the bedroom. She carried a tray and placed it in front of Harry. “Eat up, Harry,” she said.
Harry grinned as he began wolfing down the eggs and toast. By the time he was finished, Ginny had brought her own tray and was eating it as well. “Harry, how would you like to go on a picnic?”
He thought for a minute. “It sounds great. Let me go ahead and get dressed.”
Ginny smirked. “That won’t be necessary, dear husband.”
Harry kissed her passionately, not caring that he had spilled the rest of their food on the floor and the bed. “Ginny, did I tell you how much I love you?”
“Only a thousand times yesterday, but who’s counting?” she giggled, kissing him back.
* * * * *
Harry followed his wife’s example and remained naked. Ginny packed some lunch in a basket while Harry grabbed a blanket. They walked outside and up a hill not far from their cottage. The best part of their house was the privacy it afforded. Not only was a majority of their property full of trees, but anti-Muggle wards had been placed around the property. The only intruders they’d have to worry about would be magical intruders.
“This is certainly a nice day today,” Harry said.
“Yes, it’s certainly is. Here’s a nice spot,” she said. “Put the blanket here.”
Harry obeyed her instructions. He placed the blanket on the green grass and noticed it wasn’t quite large enough. He took his wand and enlarged it. “It’s a good thing I brought my wand with me.”
Ginny giggled as she looked at his cock. “Yes. Definitely a good thing.”
Harry blushed as she placed the basket on the blanket. Ginny opened it and pulled out two sandwiches and two bottles of Butterbeer. As they ate their lunch, he peeked into the basket and saw a bottle of chocolate syrup. “What’s the syrup for?”
She grinned at him. “Oh, it’s for dessert.”
“Where’s the dessert?” he asked.
“Finish your lunch and you’ll find out.”
He grinned and continued eating. They finished and he looked at her. “I’m finished. What’s for dessert?” he asked again.
Ginny took out the bottle of chocolate syrup. She handed him the bottle and laid down on the blanket. “I’m sure you can use your imagination, Harry.”
He grinned again. He began pouring the syrup onto her breasts. “You know, I’ve never had chocolate syrup breasts before.”
“There’s a first time for everything.”
She lied down on the blanket as Harry knelt beside her. He grinned before licking the syrup from her breasts. She moaned as she felt his tongue graze her nipples. "Do you like that, Ginny?"
"Oh fuck yes, I do," she said.
"What else do you like?"
"I like it when … oh," she cried as his tongue continued to lick the syrup.
"What did you say?"
She glared at him. "Fuck, Harry," she moaned.
He smirked. "Is that a request?"
"More like a demand, Harry!"
"It's my birthday, remember? So, you wouldn't mind if I take my time, right?" he asked. He kissed her as he gently caressed her breasts.
"I don't want to be an old woman by the time you're finished," Ginny retorted.
Harry grinned.
* * * * *
Harry didn't know when he had drifted off to sleep, but the next thing he knew, Ginny was straddling him. "Tired, are we?" she asked, giggling.
"Well, making love with my beautiful wife requires all the energy I can muster," Harry teased.
She slapped him playfully. "Prat." She kissed him.
"How long was I asleep?"
"Only a few minutes. Don't worry, we'll still have plenty of time to get ready for dinner. But first, we should get cleaned up," Ginny replied.
"I don't think I can make it back to the house just yet."
"Who said anything about returning to the house? We're near a lake, after all," Ginny said slyly.
Harry stared at her, but before he could reply, she stood up and ran off, giggling. He smirked and raced after her. He caught up with her before she reached the lake. "I have you."
Ginny smirked. "I wasn't actually running that fast, Potter. If I did…"
Harry smirked in return. "Oh, are you sure about that?"
She laughed and broke free from him. She ran into the lake, with him in close pursuit. Their laughter filled the air along with the splashes. "You know something, Gin?"
"What is it, Harry?"
"I don't think we've ever made love in water," he replied.
"Harry, we shag in the shower almost all of the time," Ginny laughed.
"That doesn't count," he countered.
She smiled and kissed him. "There's a first time for everything."
He smiled. "Yes, there is."
* * * * *
The sky darkened as Harry and Ginny made love. Finally, she placed a finger on his lips. "As much as I would love to continue this, we really do need to get ready for dinner."
Harry sighed. "I suppose you're right."
"Don't worry. I'm sure we can find an excuse not to stay too long at the Burrow. But did you have a good birthday today?"
He grinned. "It was the best birthday I've ever had."
She smiled and kissed him. "Good."
THE END