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Her Victory was Twofold
Title: Her Victory was Twofold
Author: [info]lnalvgd
Pairing: Harry/Ginny
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Only if you consider SUBTEXT a warning
A/N: For the lovely magicofisis… You have been so very brave in your chemo sessions , and dealing with everyday life, as well as keep your flist informed of your progress. This het subtext is for you especially, and for all the other Harry/Ginny fangirls out there! ♥ you all!
Thank you so much queenb23more for the read through, beta, and a bit of the dialogue! I couldn't have done it without your help!
Her Victory was Twofold
Stark, white snow covered the landscape as darkness set in over Ottery St. Catchpole. A well-mannered fire simmered in the grate of the fireplace, radiating heat throughout the heavily ornate master bedroom. It threw pretty, dancing lights over the Oriental carpet and silk-papered walls. A distinguished vermouth picked up the subtle lighting and sparkled in the heavy-faceted tumblers all but forgotten on the cherry night stand.
Ginny Potter was enjoying the smooth taste of victory on her husband's lips as she slipped her tongue inside his mouth and devoured the flavour. Her victory was twofold; she and her fellow Harpies had beaten the Wasps in the final match that propelled them to the World Cup, and Harry Potter was going to be an eager and willing participant in tonight's festivities.
Of course, Harry always was an eager and willing participant, but tonight, Ginny wanted more and she planned to let Harry in on her desires, once she finished taking his breath away by the simple, but demanding kiss.
"Sweet Merlin," Harry murmured against her lips before diving back into it and taking what he wanted. He knew the moment the Snitch was caught and the Harpies took the prize that Ginny's thoughts went from the match to him and precisely what she had planned for the evening.
Throughout the morning, she would drop subtle hints; nothing too recognizable, but those big, brown eyes would shine, and she would smirk as she spoke under her breath about what she wanted him to do to her if her team won. As the afternoon approached and she was needed for a quick run-through practice before heading to the changing rooms, Ginny's mind wavered from thoughts of tonight back to the game plan.
And now, finally, they were home with a victory in the match and a soon-to-be victory in the bed.
"I've had all afternoon to wonder," she spoke softly, close to his ear, and fought to keep her hands from taking too greedily. "All afternoon to imagine what it will feel like."
"And what is that?" Harry said as he buried his face in her long red hair as desire shot through him. Her skin was hot and soft, the muscles quivering helplessly under his hands. Each tremor rippled from her into him as they stood pressed close in the firelight. She smelled of soft rose petals and yearning.
"To have you fuck my arse, Harry…" she said quietly, unsure of his reaction to her request.
The silence between them stretched as they stood holding onto one another. It made absolutely no sense at all, Ginny thought, to be so nervous. She wanted him. She wanted him to do something they had only recently discussed but never tried, and now she was feeling the silence lengthen and her bravery for mentioning it again was failing. Clutching onto his shoulders, Ginny lifted her head and looked into Harry's eyes.
And they smiled back at her.
"I want you." Her voice was low and thick, even a little bit hesitant, but like honey poured over a flame. The hands that tugged at his trousers were far from steady. But her eyes were strong and sure.
When Harry looked into them he felt a fierce want snake up his spine, ready to coil and strike with need. He took her mouth once more in heated response. Fingers gripping for purchase on her hips, he steadily maneuvered them to the canopy bed and pressed her to the mattress, all the while their tongues danced together in a tango they had perfected years ago.
"I want you too, Ginny, but I don't want to hurt you. I know we talked about this recently, and I have to be honest, the idea was a turn on, but that's what it was, an idea," he said softly near her ear.
"I know," Ginny whispered as she placed gentle kisses along Harry's jawline. "And I've thought about nothing but this since our talk. I'm ready, Harry. Let's take this next step. It'll be fun, and well, if it hurts, you'll know," she said teasingly while smirking at him before softly kissing him to seal the deal.
Harry leaned back, his hands over hers on the duvet. The firelight spilled generously over her face, her skin, her hair. She was simply beautiful to him and he sometimes wondered how he was so lucky to be loved by Ginny Weasley.
Her body - aware, aroused, alluring - quivered as if it were his hands and not his eyes that skimmed over it. Her breasts were small, firm, milk-white, sprinkled with freckles, and her nipples were temptingly erect.
Lowering his head, he circled each peak with his tongue until her breath was short and shallow and her body taut. The pulse at her wrists pounded under his fingers.
"I want to watch you while I seduce you." His voice was low as he removed a hand from hers to slide it between her thighs. From silk to velvet to damp satin.
"Harry," she gasped as her orgasm slammed into her from just the slightest of touches as Harry's fingers slid between her wet folds, into her and out once again before repeating the process once more.
He took her over the edge, fingers gliding across her sensitive clit, stroking with an easy rhythm. He kissed his way downward, dipping his tongue into her navel, feeling her breath catch as he did so before replacing his fingers with his tongue and flicking gently against her clit.
Harry watched as Ginny panted for breath and reached above her to grasp the rails of the headboard. He watched as she fought for control and lost in his smooth caresses. Ginny sank into the pleasure of it, with a purr in her throat, when Harry began to suck and nibble on her inner thigh. Soft and quiet, the kisses soothed even as they aroused. She imagined herself pouring into his hands like cream.
“Seduction shouldn’t be predictable. You think you know,” Harry said with a hint of greed as he climbed up Ginny’s body to lie beside her, his hands trailing over the contours of her body. His mouth took hers again in a long, drugging kiss.
“But you don’t. You won’t,” he murmured against her flushed lips. His hands grasped her wrists, tightened, a kind of warning while he kissed her, and it shimmered like silk. He felt her melt into it, into him, degree by degree, her lovely body yielding to his touch.
She flowed, was all he could think, agile and eager. The beautiful lines of her, the lovely curves sprinkled with freckles, an exotic feast for the taking. Harry rolled back on top of her and kissed her deeply. It spoke of speed, of urgency, his hands skimmed and stroked, in a kind of lazy torture that kindled low fires in her belly.
“Harry, I need you now,” Ginny moaned, “All of you now.” Wrapping her legs around him, she took him into her.
Heat. Hunger. Hurry.
She yielded when he shoved her legs back to go deeper, and her nails bit into his hips. Even as pleasure, dark and intense, battered her breathless, she rushed toward that next swamping wave and erupted under him.
Harry slowed his pace, holding back from his own orgasm as he watched Ginny’s breathing go from frantic to something between a sigh and a moan.
“Do you still want to try it?” Harry asked as he sat back on his heels, lightly stroking his slick cock.
Ginny answered by turning over and sitting up on all fours, offering Harry her arse.
“I guess that answers my question,” Harry laughed as he reached for the lube sitting on the side table, ready for use.
“What are you laughing at Potter? I told you this would be my victory prize after winning the cup!” Ginny said, grinning over her shoulder.
“As you told me over and over again for the past few days, Potter, lube was a must,” he said chuckling.
Ginny watched him as he squeezed a fairly good amount into the palm of his hand and began to lather his cock, one slow stroke at a time.
“If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were enjoying that way too much,” she commented with a smirk.
“Of course I’m enjoying it, but I just want to make sure there is plenty there. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Then stop the wank and get over here. You do realize my arse has been in the air far too long? And don’t forget to put a bit of that lube on me too,” Ginny reminded him.
“As you wish,” Harry whispered as he placed his wet finger in the cleft of her arse and smoothed a layer of lube around her puckered hole, pressing in and pushing one finger inside to stretch the tight ring, making it ready for his thicker cock.
Now, now, now was all she could think or did she say it out loud? The sensations careening inside her flew too fast, too high for any kind of resistance, any hope of sanity. She wasn’t entirely sure she could survive another ten seconds if he wasn’t inside her.
And when he was, when he gently drove into her, she didn’t give a damn about survival. His cock pushed in and out, slick with the lubrication, making it easier for her to relax. She felt Harry’s hands tighten around her hips as he gripped them, holding them in place as he picked up his pace.
“Merlin, Ginny,” Harry panted between thrusts, “I’m not going to last much longer.”
Ginny ignored his statement and concentrated on her own orgasm building within her. She never believed her teammates when they said she could come from the sensation of being fucked in the arse. Little thrills rose to gnawing aches, aches soothed back to silky pleasures, and then finally, right there, and she was screaming Harry’s name for more.
The air was full of sounds -- the panting, the slapping of skin to skin, and the creaking of the bed -- when Harry threw his head back, thrust one final time, and came within Ginny’s arse.
“Oh god, Harry,” Ginny panted as his spent cock slid out of her and they collapsed together onto the bed. She ran her hand over his chest possessively. “Fucking brilliant. Even better than I imagined it would be.”
“Hmm,” Harry managed, running his fingers into her hair and pulling her face to his for a soft kiss, all the while wondering why in hell they’d waited so long to try that before and when they could do it again.
“So,” she said, a teasing grin on her lips as she apparently read his mind, asking, “When can we do it again?”
ENJOY!
Her Victory was Twofold
Title: Her Victory was Twofold
Author: [info]lnalvgd
Pairing: Harry/Ginny
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Only if you consider SUBTEXT a warning
A/N: For the lovely magicofisis… You have been so very brave in your chemo sessions , and dealing with everyday life, as well as keep your flist informed of your progress. This het subtext is for you especially, and for all the other Harry/Ginny fangirls out there! ♥ you all!
Thank you so much queenb23more for the read through, beta, and a bit of the dialogue! I couldn't have done it without your help!
Her Victory was Twofold
Stark, white snow covered the landscape as darkness set in over Ottery St. Catchpole. A well-mannered fire simmered in the grate of the fireplace, radiating heat throughout the heavily ornate master bedroom. It threw pretty, dancing lights over the Oriental carpet and silk-papered walls. A distinguished vermouth picked up the subtle lighting and sparkled in the heavy-faceted tumblers all but forgotten on the cherry night stand.
Ginny Potter was enjoying the smooth taste of victory on her husband's lips as she slipped her tongue inside his mouth and devoured the flavour. Her victory was twofold; she and her fellow Harpies had beaten the Wasps in the final match that propelled them to the World Cup, and Harry Potter was going to be an eager and willing participant in tonight's festivities.
Of course, Harry always was an eager and willing participant, but tonight, Ginny wanted more and she planned to let Harry in on her desires, once she finished taking his breath away by the simple, but demanding kiss.
"Sweet Merlin," Harry murmured against her lips before diving back into it and taking what he wanted. He knew the moment the Snitch was caught and the Harpies took the prize that Ginny's thoughts went from the match to him and precisely what she had planned for the evening.
Throughout the morning, she would drop subtle hints; nothing too recognizable, but those big, brown eyes would shine, and she would smirk as she spoke under her breath about what she wanted him to do to her if her team won. As the afternoon approached and she was needed for a quick run-through practice before heading to the changing rooms, Ginny's mind wavered from thoughts of tonight back to the game plan.
And now, finally, they were home with a victory in the match and a soon-to-be victory in the bed.
"I've had all afternoon to wonder," she spoke softly, close to his ear, and fought to keep her hands from taking too greedily. "All afternoon to imagine what it will feel like."
"And what is that?" Harry said as he buried his face in her long red hair as desire shot through him. Her skin was hot and soft, the muscles quivering helplessly under his hands. Each tremor rippled from her into him as they stood pressed close in the firelight. She smelled of soft rose petals and yearning.
"To have you fuck my arse, Harry…" she said quietly, unsure of his reaction to her request.
The silence between them stretched as they stood holding onto one another. It made absolutely no sense at all, Ginny thought, to be so nervous. She wanted him. She wanted him to do something they had only recently discussed but never tried, and now she was feeling the silence lengthen and her bravery for mentioning it again was failing. Clutching onto his shoulders, Ginny lifted her head and looked into Harry's eyes.
And they smiled back at her.
"I want you." Her voice was low and thick, even a little bit hesitant, but like honey poured over a flame. The hands that tugged at his trousers were far from steady. But her eyes were strong and sure.
When Harry looked into them he felt a fierce want snake up his spine, ready to coil and strike with need. He took her mouth once more in heated response. Fingers gripping for purchase on her hips, he steadily maneuvered them to the canopy bed and pressed her to the mattress, all the while their tongues danced together in a tango they had perfected years ago.
"I want you too, Ginny, but I don't want to hurt you. I know we talked about this recently, and I have to be honest, the idea was a turn on, but that's what it was, an idea," he said softly near her ear.
"I know," Ginny whispered as she placed gentle kisses along Harry's jawline. "And I've thought about nothing but this since our talk. I'm ready, Harry. Let's take this next step. It'll be fun, and well, if it hurts, you'll know," she said teasingly while smirking at him before softly kissing him to seal the deal.
Harry leaned back, his hands over hers on the duvet. The firelight spilled generously over her face, her skin, her hair. She was simply beautiful to him and he sometimes wondered how he was so lucky to be loved by Ginny Weasley.
Her body - aware, aroused, alluring - quivered as if it were his hands and not his eyes that skimmed over it. Her breasts were small, firm, milk-white, sprinkled with freckles, and her nipples were temptingly erect.
Lowering his head, he circled each peak with his tongue until her breath was short and shallow and her body taut. The pulse at her wrists pounded under his fingers.
"I want to watch you while I seduce you." His voice was low as he removed a hand from hers to slide it between her thighs. From silk to velvet to damp satin.
"Harry," she gasped as her orgasm slammed into her from just the slightest of touches as Harry's fingers slid between her wet folds, into her and out once again before repeating the process once more.
He took her over the edge, fingers gliding across her sensitive clit, stroking with an easy rhythm. He kissed his way downward, dipping his tongue into her navel, feeling her breath catch as he did so before replacing his fingers with his tongue and flicking gently against her clit.
Harry watched as Ginny panted for breath and reached above her to grasp the rails of the headboard. He watched as she fought for control and lost in his smooth caresses. Ginny sank into the pleasure of it, with a purr in her throat, when Harry began to suck and nibble on her inner thigh. Soft and quiet, the kisses soothed even as they aroused. She imagined herself pouring into his hands like cream.
“Seduction shouldn’t be predictable. You think you know,” Harry said with a hint of greed as he climbed up Ginny’s body to lie beside her, his hands trailing over the contours of her body. His mouth took hers again in a long, drugging kiss.
“But you don’t. You won’t,” he murmured against her flushed lips. His hands grasped her wrists, tightened, a kind of warning while he kissed her, and it shimmered like silk. He felt her melt into it, into him, degree by degree, her lovely body yielding to his touch.
She flowed, was all he could think, agile and eager. The beautiful lines of her, the lovely curves sprinkled with freckles, an exotic feast for the taking. Harry rolled back on top of her and kissed her deeply. It spoke of speed, of urgency, his hands skimmed and stroked, in a kind of lazy torture that kindled low fires in her belly.
“Harry, I need you now,” Ginny moaned, “All of you now.” Wrapping her legs around him, she took him into her.
Heat. Hunger. Hurry.
She yielded when he shoved her legs back to go deeper, and her nails bit into his hips. Even as pleasure, dark and intense, battered her breathless, she rushed toward that next swamping wave and erupted under him.
Harry slowed his pace, holding back from his own orgasm as he watched Ginny’s breathing go from frantic to something between a sigh and a moan.
“Do you still want to try it?” Harry asked as he sat back on his heels, lightly stroking his slick cock.
Ginny answered by turning over and sitting up on all fours, offering Harry her arse.
“I guess that answers my question,” Harry laughed as he reached for the lube sitting on the side table, ready for use.
“What are you laughing at Potter? I told you this would be my victory prize after winning the cup!” Ginny said, grinning over her shoulder.
“As you told me over and over again for the past few days, Potter, lube was a must,” he said chuckling.
Ginny watched him as he squeezed a fairly good amount into the palm of his hand and began to lather his cock, one slow stroke at a time.
“If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were enjoying that way too much,” she commented with a smirk.
“Of course I’m enjoying it, but I just want to make sure there is plenty there. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Then stop the wank and get over here. You do realize my arse has been in the air far too long? And don’t forget to put a bit of that lube on me too,” Ginny reminded him.
“As you wish,” Harry whispered as he placed his wet finger in the cleft of her arse and smoothed a layer of lube around her puckered hole, pressing in and pushing one finger inside to stretch the tight ring, making it ready for his thicker cock.
Now, now, now was all she could think or did she say it out loud? The sensations careening inside her flew too fast, too high for any kind of resistance, any hope of sanity. She wasn’t entirely sure she could survive another ten seconds if he wasn’t inside her.
And when he was, when he gently drove into her, she didn’t give a damn about survival. His cock pushed in and out, slick with the lubrication, making it easier for her to relax. She felt Harry’s hands tighten around her hips as he gripped them, holding them in place as he picked up his pace.
“Merlin, Ginny,” Harry panted between thrusts, “I’m not going to last much longer.”
Ginny ignored his statement and concentrated on her own orgasm building within her. She never believed her teammates when they said she could come from the sensation of being fucked in the arse. Little thrills rose to gnawing aches, aches soothed back to silky pleasures, and then finally, right there, and she was screaming Harry’s name for more.
The air was full of sounds -- the panting, the slapping of skin to skin, and the creaking of the bed -- when Harry threw his head back, thrust one final time, and came within Ginny’s arse.
“Oh god, Harry,” Ginny panted as his spent cock slid out of her and they collapsed together onto the bed. She ran her hand over his chest possessively. “Fucking brilliant. Even better than I imagined it would be.”
“Hmm,” Harry managed, running his fingers into her hair and pulling her face to his for a soft kiss, all the while wondering why in hell they’d waited so long to try that before and when they could do it again.
“So,” she said, a teasing grin on her lips as she apparently read his mind, asking, “When can we do it again?”
ENJOY!