Smutathon Entry 14: Told You So (Ginny/Harry)
Title: Told You So
Pairing: Harry/Ginny
A/N: Broomstick Kink. Watch out for splinters.
Smut:
"Harry, I don't think this is such a great idea." Ginny had to admit it sounded good in theory, but the practical side of her couldn't really wrap her mind around the logistics of it.
Harry slid his broom between his legs and grinned. "Come on, Ginny. You're a professional Quidditch player! Don't you have some secret club for this?"
Ginny climbed on in front of him and held tight as Harry kicked them off the ground into the sky. "Yes, the Splintered Shag Society," she replied. "I hadn't planned on joining."
"We won't get any splinters," Harry murmured as he nuzzled her neck. He arms encircled her from behind and began to tease at her breasts. Ginny felt her breath hitch in spite of herself and willed herself not to let go of the broom.
"You could have had a perfectly nice grope on the ground, Potter." She shuddered as he nibbled at her ears.
"But then you would have missed the wind in your face, in your hair, on your-" He deftly unbuttoned her shirt from behind. "Your chest."
"Harry!" Ginny exclaimed as he fondled her from behind, one hand moving down to caress her thigh. "What if someone sees us?"
"It's dark and I've got more charms on this broom right now than that stupid tent I spent ten months sleeping in," Harry said. "Relax."
He slipped a hand under her skirt-so that was why he had asked her to wear her newest purchase to dinner-and pulled aside her knickers. Ginny gripped the broomstick harder as he slipped a finger inside of her. She shifted slightly to let him in, let him tease her with short strokes and quick thrusts. Leaning against him, she tilted her head back to kiss him and sighed with pleasure as both the wind and her husband caressed her body.
"Okay, maybe you were right," she murmured. He slipped a second finger inside, slowly increasing his measured explorations. Ginny found herself bearing down, wanting more, needing more as her breathing came quicker and quicker. She could feel Harry grinning against her neck.
"Told you so," he whispered.
"Prat," she gasped back as he found that sensitive nub within her and circled it between two fingers. She felt a mild explosion in her lower belly and clung to the broomstick as she closed her eyes and let it wash over her. It was quick, though-and far too calm. She wanted more; she wanted to be dangerous.
"I'm turning around," she announced.
"What?" asked Harry. He brought his hands to her waist. "Ginny, I don’t know how that's going to work…"
She had already started to move, her slick folds desperate for more. And she would get it-even if there were splinters.
"Just hold on to the broom," she ordered. "I'll hold on to you." She had enough flying experience to be able to turn around so that she was facing Harry. The wind was at her back now. She let her shirt fly off into the night sky, and grinned as his eyes widened slightly. Then he claimed her lips and they kissed, flying high above whatever sleeping town lay below.
Ginny let her hands roam down to his trousers. But they were pulled too tight with him straddling the broom; they'd simply have to go. Realizing that unbuttoning them and getting them off one leg at a time would be too difficult and take far too long, Ginny simply grabbed Harry's wand from his back pocked and Vanished them. They could Summon clothes for both of them later.
The look on Harry's face was priceless. Wrapping one hand around his neck to kiss him, she let her other slide down to his freed manhood, hard and ready. He groaned with pleasure, and she smiled as she moved down his neck and kissed his collarbone, cupping his bollocks and stroking him slowly. She really wanted to go lower with her lips, but knew she could never keep her balance in that particular position.
Instead, she placed both hands back around his neck and quickly lowered herself onto him, shivering with bliss as he filled her. He had almost no leverage but pushed from the foothold to thrust as best as he could. She bucked her hips in time with his rhythm, then moved her right hand down for that extra nudge over the edge. The wind cooled their heated bodies as they quickly reached their climax among the clouds, miles above the silent world.
When they finished, they simply held one another. Harry turned the broom back toward their home as Ginny laid her head on his shoulder. She was chilly now, and he rubbed her back to keep her warm. She sighed, content, then lifted her head to gaze into his eyes.
"Welcome to the Splintered Shag Society, Mr. Potter."
"Why thank you, Mrs. Potter. I told you there would be no splinters."
"You were right. Any other good ideas?"
"I have this flying carpet…"
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Pairing: Harry/Ginny
A/N: Broomstick Kink. Watch out for splinters.
Smut:
"Harry, I don't think this is such a great idea." Ginny had to admit it sounded good in theory, but the practical side of her couldn't really wrap her mind around the logistics of it.
Harry slid his broom between his legs and grinned. "Come on, Ginny. You're a professional Quidditch player! Don't you have some secret club for this?"
Ginny climbed on in front of him and held tight as Harry kicked them off the ground into the sky. "Yes, the Splintered Shag Society," she replied. "I hadn't planned on joining."
"We won't get any splinters," Harry murmured as he nuzzled her neck. He arms encircled her from behind and began to tease at her breasts. Ginny felt her breath hitch in spite of herself and willed herself not to let go of the broom.
"You could have had a perfectly nice grope on the ground, Potter." She shuddered as he nibbled at her ears.
"But then you would have missed the wind in your face, in your hair, on your-" He deftly unbuttoned her shirt from behind. "Your chest."
"Harry!" Ginny exclaimed as he fondled her from behind, one hand moving down to caress her thigh. "What if someone sees us?"
"It's dark and I've got more charms on this broom right now than that stupid tent I spent ten months sleeping in," Harry said. "Relax."
He slipped a hand under her skirt-so that was why he had asked her to wear her newest purchase to dinner-and pulled aside her knickers. Ginny gripped the broomstick harder as he slipped a finger inside of her. She shifted slightly to let him in, let him tease her with short strokes and quick thrusts. Leaning against him, she tilted her head back to kiss him and sighed with pleasure as both the wind and her husband caressed her body.
"Okay, maybe you were right," she murmured. He slipped a second finger inside, slowly increasing his measured explorations. Ginny found herself bearing down, wanting more, needing more as her breathing came quicker and quicker. She could feel Harry grinning against her neck.
"Told you so," he whispered.
"Prat," she gasped back as he found that sensitive nub within her and circled it between two fingers. She felt a mild explosion in her lower belly and clung to the broomstick as she closed her eyes and let it wash over her. It was quick, though-and far too calm. She wanted more; she wanted to be dangerous.
"I'm turning around," she announced.
"What?" asked Harry. He brought his hands to her waist. "Ginny, I don’t know how that's going to work…"
She had already started to move, her slick folds desperate for more. And she would get it-even if there were splinters.
"Just hold on to the broom," she ordered. "I'll hold on to you." She had enough flying experience to be able to turn around so that she was facing Harry. The wind was at her back now. She let her shirt fly off into the night sky, and grinned as his eyes widened slightly. Then he claimed her lips and they kissed, flying high above whatever sleeping town lay below.
Ginny let her hands roam down to his trousers. But they were pulled too tight with him straddling the broom; they'd simply have to go. Realizing that unbuttoning them and getting them off one leg at a time would be too difficult and take far too long, Ginny simply grabbed Harry's wand from his back pocked and Vanished them. They could Summon clothes for both of them later.
The look on Harry's face was priceless. Wrapping one hand around his neck to kiss him, she let her other slide down to his freed manhood, hard and ready. He groaned with pleasure, and she smiled as she moved down his neck and kissed his collarbone, cupping his bollocks and stroking him slowly. She really wanted to go lower with her lips, but knew she could never keep her balance in that particular position.
Instead, she placed both hands back around his neck and quickly lowered herself onto him, shivering with bliss as he filled her. He had almost no leverage but pushed from the foothold to thrust as best as he could. She bucked her hips in time with his rhythm, then moved her right hand down for that extra nudge over the edge. The wind cooled their heated bodies as they quickly reached their climax among the clouds, miles above the silent world.
When they finished, they simply held one another. Harry turned the broom back toward their home as Ginny laid her head on his shoulder. She was chilly now, and he rubbed her back to keep her warm. She sighed, content, then lifted her head to gaze into his eyes.
"Welcome to the Splintered Shag Society, Mr. Potter."
"Why thank you, Mrs. Potter. I told you there would be no splinters."
"You were right. Any other good ideas?"
"I have this flying carpet…"
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