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fics_by_mapleFor my One Year Anniversary Prompts (almost done, this was back in Feb:P )
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lnalvgd and shaesmom who wanted naughty H/G
Lnalvgd specifically asked for naughty, naughty, naughty! And I want RIPPING OUT THE BELT!!!
998 words NC-17
Angst? Utter trashy PWP, unbetaed.
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Looking out the window at the few twinkling lights across the countryside, Ginny wondered where he was and when she’d see him again. Auror duty took Harry far and away for stretches at a time.
Crack. The sound was crisp in the frosty air of the single upstairs bedroom, and in spite of constantly hoping for his arrival, the sound startled her.
“Harry?”
“Don’t turn around.” They both spoke together.
Harry’s hands grabbed her biceps before she could move.
“Why? What’s wrong?” she asked, attempting to face him.
“Don’t!” He squeezed her arms firmly. “I was … I’m still … healing.” His words chilled her blood. “I don’t want you to see me like this. But I had to come.”
Ginny softened and leaned against him, fighting every urge to turn and hold him to her breast and tend to his injuries herself.
“Are you all right?” she finally asked, her heated breath fogging against the window.
“I will be.” His voice trembled as he swallowed the sound away. He could never admit his weakness.
He pressed his forehead into her hair and she felt him trembling.
“Let me hold you, Harry,” Ginny whispered. “You don’t have to talk about work.”
“Can’t,” he grumbled in that petulant way of his. “I can’t stay long.”
He was on edge, now, she could tell. His mind still two-thirds focused on the Dark demons, while his heart and body craved to sink into their bed together.
“It’s been so long. Stay for just a little while,” she coaxed, reaching one hand behind her, she rubbed her palm over the front of his trousers.
He let out an annoyed exhale. She knew Harry’s mind was in tumult, wrestling with his sense of duty and getting back to his assignment, but she continued to rub up and down, feeling his upper body tense as he began to stiffen and rise in her hand.
Harry’s hands slid gently down her arms as he leaned into her, pressing his hardened groin into her hand.
“Want you …” his rumbling voice pleaded, his hands gliding back up her torso and ghosting over her breasts.
“Then, have me.” Ginny thought she had him sufficiently pliant and made to turn around in his embrace to finally face him, but he clutched her arms again to deny her.
Moving swiftly from their position by the window, he led her ahead of him three steps to the dresser. Bending over her from behind, he pressed her over the hard wood.
“Like this.” His declaration wasn’t a question. It wasn’t a request, but he waited for her acknowledgment before moving.
She opened her mouth but relinquished any word for a simple nod instead.
Harry’s kneaded handfuls of firm flesh as he lifted her nightdress. He pulled a hank of her hair over to the side and sucked on her neck, and nipped through the fabric between her shoulder blades while he pulled her knickers down over her arse.
She felt the crisp night airs swirl between her legs giving her goose flesh down her spine.
His hand left her body and she heard the slick hiss of leather slide from its loop and the jingle of his metal belt buckle.
One of his hands returned to her body, rubbing over her arse, his fingers gripping between her thighs, spreading her open. Primal anticipation burned in her belly as she lowered her chest, arching her lower back to him.
A quiet, lusty groan came over her shoulder as his fingers glided along her wetness.
“Now, I see,” he goaded.
Smug bastard. She could never hide how much she wanted him.
She tensed against the sudden entry of his blunt cockhead, and then whimpered at the depth of quick penetration.
Harry leaned over her, breathing heavily he pulled back sliding out, and then began to fuck her in short steady thrusts.
Ginny tried to suppress and swallow her exaltations as each thrust began to get deeper, harder, faster. The crescendo of feeling was generated solely from the place of their joining. He felt thicker and harder and could still feel the underlying tremor in him. What might have been a tender night of lovemaking at another time, had become an increasingly viscous shag.
Ginny still trusted him, no matter how insensitive he could be at times. She dropped to one elbow and reached between her legs. Static chills shot through her as she rubbed her swollen clit.
“Fu-uu-uck,” he muttered to himself, his voice altered by fatigue, passion and the jarring staccato of their movement.
Harry’s fingers wrapped around his cock, pulling out completely, just to penetrate her again. His slick thumb teased over the clef of her arse as he fuck her more rapidly. At Ginny’s surprised, encouraging gasp, he pressed his thumb into her.
She shrieked and stroked between her legs once more and felt the rolling shudder of her orgasm burst through her nervous system.
Harry also growled through her tremors. Removing his thumb, he grabbed her shoulder and began thrust into her with all his strength. Ginny had to lock her elbows to withstand the power he put into her.
“Harry!” she called out, feeling overwhelmed with the sensation of it all. He came with a whimper pushing as deep as he could, before slumping over her back. He held her gently and the timber of his recovering gasp sounded again like the man she loved.
Harry’s left hand laid over hers on the dresser top. He touched the stone in her wedding ring and she could see that he was without his. He couldn’t wear it on assignment.
“Let me hold you, love,” she coaxed.
He sighed into her mess of hair and she felt him shake his head. “Don’t want you to see me like this.” He squeezed her and kissed behind her ear firmly. “Love you.”
He pulled away, falling out of her body, still half hard. She heard a quick rustle of clothing and crack.
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For
lnalvgd and shaesmom who wanted naughty H/G Lnalvgd specifically asked for naughty, naughty, naughty! And I want RIPPING OUT THE BELT!!!
998 words NC-17
Angst? Utter trashy PWP, unbetaed.
~^~
Looking out the window at the few twinkling lights across the countryside, Ginny wondered where he was and when she’d see him again. Auror duty took Harry far and away for stretches at a time.
Crack. The sound was crisp in the frosty air of the single upstairs bedroom, and in spite of constantly hoping for his arrival, the sound startled her.
“Harry?”
“Don’t turn around.” They both spoke together.
Harry’s hands grabbed her biceps before she could move.
“Why? What’s wrong?” she asked, attempting to face him.
“Don’t!” He squeezed her arms firmly. “I was … I’m still … healing.” His words chilled her blood. “I don’t want you to see me like this. But I had to come.”
Ginny softened and leaned against him, fighting every urge to turn and hold him to her breast and tend to his injuries herself.
“Are you all right?” she finally asked, her heated breath fogging against the window.
“I will be.” His voice trembled as he swallowed the sound away. He could never admit his weakness.
He pressed his forehead into her hair and she felt him trembling.
“Let me hold you, Harry,” Ginny whispered. “You don’t have to talk about work.”
“Can’t,” he grumbled in that petulant way of his. “I can’t stay long.”
He was on edge, now, she could tell. His mind still two-thirds focused on the Dark demons, while his heart and body craved to sink into their bed together.
“It’s been so long. Stay for just a little while,” she coaxed, reaching one hand behind her, she rubbed her palm over the front of his trousers.
He let out an annoyed exhale. She knew Harry’s mind was in tumult, wrestling with his sense of duty and getting back to his assignment, but she continued to rub up and down, feeling his upper body tense as he began to stiffen and rise in her hand.
Harry’s hands slid gently down her arms as he leaned into her, pressing his hardened groin into her hand.
“Want you …” his rumbling voice pleaded, his hands gliding back up her torso and ghosting over her breasts.
“Then, have me.” Ginny thought she had him sufficiently pliant and made to turn around in his embrace to finally face him, but he clutched her arms again to deny her.
Moving swiftly from their position by the window, he led her ahead of him three steps to the dresser. Bending over her from behind, he pressed her over the hard wood.
“Like this.” His declaration wasn’t a question. It wasn’t a request, but he waited for her acknowledgment before moving.
She opened her mouth but relinquished any word for a simple nod instead.
Harry’s kneaded handfuls of firm flesh as he lifted her nightdress. He pulled a hank of her hair over to the side and sucked on her neck, and nipped through the fabric between her shoulder blades while he pulled her knickers down over her arse.
She felt the crisp night airs swirl between her legs giving her goose flesh down her spine.
His hand left her body and she heard the slick hiss of leather slide from its loop and the jingle of his metal belt buckle.
One of his hands returned to her body, rubbing over her arse, his fingers gripping between her thighs, spreading her open. Primal anticipation burned in her belly as she lowered her chest, arching her lower back to him.
A quiet, lusty groan came over her shoulder as his fingers glided along her wetness.
“Now, I see,” he goaded.
Smug bastard. She could never hide how much she wanted him.
She tensed against the sudden entry of his blunt cockhead, and then whimpered at the depth of quick penetration.
Harry leaned over her, breathing heavily he pulled back sliding out, and then began to fuck her in short steady thrusts.
Ginny tried to suppress and swallow her exaltations as each thrust began to get deeper, harder, faster. The crescendo of feeling was generated solely from the place of their joining. He felt thicker and harder and could still feel the underlying tremor in him. What might have been a tender night of lovemaking at another time, had become an increasingly viscous shag.
Ginny still trusted him, no matter how insensitive he could be at times. She dropped to one elbow and reached between her legs. Static chills shot through her as she rubbed her swollen clit.
“Fu-uu-uck,” he muttered to himself, his voice altered by fatigue, passion and the jarring staccato of their movement.
Harry’s fingers wrapped around his cock, pulling out completely, just to penetrate her again. His slick thumb teased over the clef of her arse as he fuck her more rapidly. At Ginny’s surprised, encouraging gasp, he pressed his thumb into her.
She shrieked and stroked between her legs once more and felt the rolling shudder of her orgasm burst through her nervous system.
Harry also growled through her tremors. Removing his thumb, he grabbed her shoulder and began thrust into her with all his strength. Ginny had to lock her elbows to withstand the power he put into her.
“Harry!” she called out, feeling overwhelmed with the sensation of it all. He came with a whimper pushing as deep as he could, before slumping over her back. He held her gently and the timber of his recovering gasp sounded again like the man she loved.
Harry’s left hand laid over hers on the dresser top. He touched the stone in her wedding ring and she could see that he was without his. He couldn’t wear it on assignment.
“Let me hold you, love,” she coaxed.
He sighed into her mess of hair and she felt him shake his head. “Don’t want you to see me like this.” He squeezed her and kissed behind her ear firmly. “Love you.”
He pulled away, falling out of her body, still half hard. She heard a quick rustle of clothing and crack.
~^~
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Date: 2007-08-17 04:26 am (UTC)I just read a really good but ultimately heartwrenching story that left me in tears, and this was the perfect antidote to that (but I doubt Snape teaches this kind of antidote in his class! ;) )
So damn hot! Great job!
Although I am supremely curious as to what happened to Harry that he wouldn't let Ginny see him. :-O
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Date: 2007-08-17 05:19 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-08-17 05:45 am (UTC)It was so, so good, and so, so heartbreaking at the end.
enjoy :)
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Date: 2007-08-17 05:19 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-08-17 05:40 am (UTC)♥
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Date: 2007-08-17 08:00 am (UTC)Sometimes we all really need a fuck like that!
(sips more wine)
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Date: 2007-08-17 09:38 am (UTC)::fans self::
Wow, Maple- that was awesome!
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Date: 2007-08-17 10:29 am (UTC)Especially sexy!Harry/Ginny.
Poor, poor Harry... what happened?
Where's Ron?no subject
Date: 2007-08-17 12:40 pm (UTC)His hand left her body and she heard the slick hiss of leather slide from its loop and the jingle of his metal belt buckle.
That's what I was waiting for!
When you said PWP, you said PWP....but it's like, whoa!
DAMN...that was HAWT!BRILLIANT!FROM!THE!BACK!SEX! When Ginny was guided to the dresser to lean over I was all GUH...oh yeah..he's going to fuck her hard!
A thumb in the arse made an appearance! Oh yes. This was great! Hot, sexy, from behind sex.
*gushes lots of love for you Maple*
*ponders on what happened to Harry*
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Date: 2007-08-23 04:52 am (UTC)I figured bent over and arse play would do for 'naughty, naughty, naughty'. :P
*hugs*
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Date: 2007-08-17 12:43 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-08-17 02:14 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-08-17 02:35 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-08-17 07:39 pm (UTC)*grins*
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Date: 2007-08-17 08:19 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-08-19 12:26 am (UTC)Wow. This is great. Hot and primal, yet trusting and loving at the same time. Brilliant!
*loves*
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Date: 2007-08-23 04:55 am (UTC)*hugs*