Helping (Harry/Ginny, 638 words)
Title: Helping
Pairing: Harry/Ginny
Rating: NC17
Word Count: 638
Summary: "I wanted to see you," she said. It was true; she wasn't ashamed, though she had expected a warmer welcome.
Author's Note: Written for hp_smutday's week 9 prompt "addicted." This is in the same AU universe as The Night Before, and shows how Harry and Ginny's 'arrangement' started.
"What are you doing here?" he asked. They were the first words he'd spoken to her in months.
"I wanted to see you," she said. It was true; she wasn't ashamed, though she had expected a warmer welcome.
"How did you find me?"
"I can go, if you want."
"No, don't," Harry said, suddenly contrite. He ran his hand through his hair so that it stood up on end. "Look, I'm just--"
"I know," Ginny said. "That's why I wanted to see you." She walked closer and sat next to him on the fallen log where he was sitting. Slowly, to avoid startling him, she raised one hand and pressed it to his jaw, turning his face toward hers. Pressing her lips to his, she opened her mouth and deepened the kiss so that he could not mistake her intent.
Harry reached for her, needing only a little encouragement. A moment later they were kissing feverishly.
Ginny pulled Harry to the ground and straddled his lap, feeling him already hardening beneath her thigh. "I know what you need," she said.
"Are you sure?" he asked.
In response, she rocked against him, and he groaned her name.
He pulled her shirt off over her head and buried his face in her chest, licking and sucking. She arched her back and pressed closer, and her clit ground against his cock through several layers of clothing. Pleasure rushed through her body at the twin sensations, the wet warmth of his mouth against her skin and the firm friction below.
Harry thrust upward, setting an uneven rhythm of push-and-pull, bracing himself with one hand against the ground even as he pulled aside her bra with the other.
Ginny was breathing hard, gasping for air as she moved her hips against him, grasping at his arms and back with her hands, hardly knowing where to touch.
"Oh, fuck, Gin--" Harry gasped out. "I'm gonna -- I'm almost--" and then he was there, burying his face in her shoulder as he shuddered out a climax.
She was frantic now, feeling the blood race through her veins as she drew closer and closer to the peak. Pushing down against his cock, she felt the rough fabric of her jeans pushing against her with a feeling that was halfway between pleasure and pain. One thrust, two -- and she bit her lip and came, crying out his name as she did.
"I'm sorry," she said. At the same moment he said, "That was incredible."
Their eyes met, and they both laughed.
"I meant for this to be -- more," she told him. "You know, with less clothes."
"Next time, we can try for less clothes," Harry told her. "But it's not safe for you to come here very often."
"I want to help, though," Ginny said. "I'm out of school now, of age. I want to help you fight... against Voldemort." It took effort to say his name, but she did so, feeling brave and determined after the rush of sensation.
"You are helping," Harry said, pressing a kiss to the curve of her breast, where he'd pulled it free of her bra. "You're helping me a lot."
Ginny gave a half-smile, unsure of whether to be pleased or annoyed. She wanted to help in the war effort, and she'd certainly enjoyed herself with Harry... but wasn't there something more she could do?
"C'mon," he said. "Let me show you the tent. There's a bed in there." He waggled his eyebrows suggestively.
"All right," she said, feeling suddenly tired.
He was the same old Harry he'd always been -- the same Harry she'd always loved. And she knew that she would keep coming back to him, whether he understood what she wanted or not. To him, she was a break from the fight. But to her, he was an addiction.
Pairing: Harry/Ginny
Rating: NC17
Word Count: 638
Summary: "I wanted to see you," she said. It was true; she wasn't ashamed, though she had expected a warmer welcome.
Author's Note: Written for hp_smutday's week 9 prompt "addicted." This is in the same AU universe as The Night Before, and shows how Harry and Ginny's 'arrangement' started.
"What are you doing here?" he asked. They were the first words he'd spoken to her in months.
"I wanted to see you," she said. It was true; she wasn't ashamed, though she had expected a warmer welcome.
"How did you find me?"
"I can go, if you want."
"No, don't," Harry said, suddenly contrite. He ran his hand through his hair so that it stood up on end. "Look, I'm just--"
"I know," Ginny said. "That's why I wanted to see you." She walked closer and sat next to him on the fallen log where he was sitting. Slowly, to avoid startling him, she raised one hand and pressed it to his jaw, turning his face toward hers. Pressing her lips to his, she opened her mouth and deepened the kiss so that he could not mistake her intent.
Harry reached for her, needing only a little encouragement. A moment later they were kissing feverishly.
Ginny pulled Harry to the ground and straddled his lap, feeling him already hardening beneath her thigh. "I know what you need," she said.
"Are you sure?" he asked.
In response, she rocked against him, and he groaned her name.
He pulled her shirt off over her head and buried his face in her chest, licking and sucking. She arched her back and pressed closer, and her clit ground against his cock through several layers of clothing. Pleasure rushed through her body at the twin sensations, the wet warmth of his mouth against her skin and the firm friction below.
Harry thrust upward, setting an uneven rhythm of push-and-pull, bracing himself with one hand against the ground even as he pulled aside her bra with the other.
Ginny was breathing hard, gasping for air as she moved her hips against him, grasping at his arms and back with her hands, hardly knowing where to touch.
"Oh, fuck, Gin--" Harry gasped out. "I'm gonna -- I'm almost--" and then he was there, burying his face in her shoulder as he shuddered out a climax.
She was frantic now, feeling the blood race through her veins as she drew closer and closer to the peak. Pushing down against his cock, she felt the rough fabric of her jeans pushing against her with a feeling that was halfway between pleasure and pain. One thrust, two -- and she bit her lip and came, crying out his name as she did.
"I'm sorry," she said. At the same moment he said, "That was incredible."
Their eyes met, and they both laughed.
"I meant for this to be -- more," she told him. "You know, with less clothes."
"Next time, we can try for less clothes," Harry told her. "But it's not safe for you to come here very often."
"I want to help, though," Ginny said. "I'm out of school now, of age. I want to help you fight... against Voldemort." It took effort to say his name, but she did so, feeling brave and determined after the rush of sensation.
"You are helping," Harry said, pressing a kiss to the curve of her breast, where he'd pulled it free of her bra. "You're helping me a lot."
Ginny gave a half-smile, unsure of whether to be pleased or annoyed. She wanted to help in the war effort, and she'd certainly enjoyed herself with Harry... but wasn't there something more she could do?
"C'mon," he said. "Let me show you the tent. There's a bed in there." He waggled his eyebrows suggestively.
"All right," she said, feeling suddenly tired.
He was the same old Harry he'd always been -- the same Harry she'd always loved. And she knew that she would keep coming back to him, whether he understood what she wanted or not. To him, she was a break from the fight. But to her, he was an addiction.