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Title: Love her madly
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Bill/Ginny
Summary: Just because he's getting married, doesn't mean Bill doesn't love his little sister
Notes: SPOILERS! OMG! Spoilers for HBP, because I finally finished reading it. Set about a month after the end of the book.
Bill nodded and smiled as Fleur and his mother got ready to Floo to Diagon Alley, along with most of the other tribe. Including Ron. And Dad was at the Ministry offices again. He and Ginny where the only ones staying behind. Honestly, he'd be glad for the chance to relax with Fleur cooing over him, or his Mum doing the same. The fact that they now seemed to have teamed up after Fenrir ripped his face to shit was mildly terrifying. What they had in common, besides him, he didn't know.
"Remember the precautions we've set down, Bill," Molly said worriedly, getting out the handful of Floo powder for herself and starting to hand it out to everyone else. "Don't..."
"Me and Ginny'll both be fine, Mum," Bill said cheerfully, trying not to grit his teeth. Just get going already. He hadn't had a chance to talk to Ginny at all...for ages. Or do anything else. Not since Egypt or thereabouts...god, so long. She was standing next to him, brown eyes so solemn as she nodded in agreement. Oh yes, they'd both be just fine by themselves.
"We will be back soon, mon amour," Fleur said, dipping her hand into the green powder with a small moue of distaste. Oh yes, Fleur was used to finer things. Why she'd picked him...god knew why. A cursebreaker was glamourous as a husband, he guessed. And he did...love her. And he knew she loved him. Strange things, women. "You will be alright? You and leetle Ginny?"
Oh, he could almost hear Ginny's teeth grinding beside him. "Yep, we'll both be just fine." He put his arm around her shoulders, squeezing gently. Warm against his side. Resisted the urge to turn his head and inhale the scent of her washed hair. Always smelt sweet and floral, did Ginny. Clean girl smell. Fleur...overdosed on products, and he had no idea how to bring it up. That she didn't need all that perfume, because he liked the smell of women without it better. Always had.
"The shops'll close before you're done shopping, if you don't get going," Ginny warned them, and finall, finally, they got going. Gouts of green flame and the command for Diagon Alley, and then everyone was gone. And he and Ginny had the house to themselves. He picked her up, kissing her and headed for the stairs. Her hands in his hair, holding his mouth to his as her legs wrapped around his waist, so sweet. Had to be quick, didn't want it to be but God knew when they'd get a chance again.
"Oh God, Ginny..." gasped out into her mouth as she bit at his lip, closing his eyes for a moment and almost stumbled as he came to the top of the staircase. She pushed the door to the room he and Fleur were sharing open, laughing softly at him. Had to put her down, just for a moment. So the naked could happen. Laid her out on the bed, her skirt rucked up around her waist and groaning at the flash of white cotton knickers as she sat up to take her shirt off. Started unbuttoning his shirt, fingers fumbling in their haste to get it off. Family'd probably be gone for a couple of hours, but who knew? Really? Something could happen and they could be back in a couple of minutes. She'd grown up. Filled out a little. Barely budding breasts had become ones that he could actually cup in his hands. His little sister, so beautiful.
Supposedly in love with Harry Potter.
Well, sod that. She was here with him, now, and before this. Harry wouldn't ever really know Ginny, not like he knew Ginny. The sweet scent of her, like fresh blossoms and grass, an English summer day laughing at him with red-ginger hair shining in the sunlight. Toed his boots off and crawled onto the bed with her, catching her legs with his hands and pulling them apart so he could press his mouth to copper curls.
"Oh, Bill..."
Hands twined in his hair as her back arched, knees hooked over his shoulders, his tongue probing into her folds and tasting her for the first time in a few years. It wasn't often they got a chance to take their time. So he could do this. Musk on his tongue and he moaned into her, so hard he hurt and he wanted in her now. Amazed that she still wanted him, after all this. But he hadn't even had to say anything, she'd just given him that look out of the corner of her eyes while she calmly informed Mum that she didn't feel like going into London today, so she'd stay at home with Bill. Her thighs clamped around his head as he flicked her clit with the tip of his tongue, getting a choked cry in response and wet arousal slicking his chin. Kept licking her, teasing the little sensitive bundle of nerves with his tongue as she tried desperately to grind down onto his face in order to get more stimulation. Oh no, he wanted to hear her scream. The house was empty, they'd probably never get a better chance. He wanted her everyway he could have her, and she knew it. Just because they had other people involved in their lives didn't make what they had any less real, any less precious.
Wanted her to beg and moan.
He was getting it in spades as her fingers clenched in his hair, pulling out hair he just knew it. Heard her gasp and wail softly as she came, hips jerking spasmodically and her quim absolutely wet and soaking. Wiping his jaw off with his hand, Bill moved her legs from off his shoulders, looking down at her blissful face. All flushed and red, gasping for air. Sweat sticking little tendrils to her face and he kissed her softly, just on the forehead. Like he used to do for all those years when he tucked into bed.
"Bill, please...fuck me, god, please."
"Wouldn't want to disappoint you, Ginny-love." Moved up and just rested against her for a moment, aching cock pressing against her slick thighs as he kissed her. Long and sweet, small tongue dancing around his own. Felt her fingers trace along the scars the werewolf had left and closed his eyes for a moment, wanting to cry but not knowing if he could. And then she kissed them, gently, like she could heal them. Make them better. "Oh, Ginny..."
"I love you."
So soft. So sweet. So many things Fleur wasn't.
"I love you too." Entering her was like coming home, tight hot wet sheath around his erection and her legs wrapped around his waist, little hands scrabbling at his back as she tossed her head and moaned. So lovely. Wanton little girl, who knew so much more then anyone gave her credit for. Her fingers scratching, needling and he'd need a Charm to heal them when they were done. So Fleur didn't know. Didn't suspect. Fucking Ginny was a perversity, but it always felt so right even if they could never tell, never talk about it. Her whispery little voice moaning in his ear, holding onto him so tight like if he let go, let her fall, she'd never come back. Her one anchor in all the world. Ducked his head and latched onto her nipple, sucking and biting gently. Desperate, her hips moving against his, both of them panting and grasping for climax. He reaches down between them and rubs his fingers against the little nerve bundle that made her see stars, hearing her scream and feeling her spasm around him and come with her mouth so wide and eyes even wider. Perpetually surprised by the climax rushing through her body, like she never thought anything could feel this good. Slams his hips against her, fingers digging into her body and the twitches of heat running down his spine flare. "Ginny!" Coming so hard he almost blacked out, feeling her kiss him and suck at his bottom lip as he comes down from that lingering high.
Rolled them so she was on top and tucked against his chest, tight in his arms. Kissed and cuddled and talked for a bit, about school and flowers and degnoming. By mutual wordless consent, several topics did not come up for discussion. Harry, Voldemort, the world in crisis, Fleur and Bill's upcoming wedding. The knowledge that even with a ring on his finger, Bill will always be Ginny's, and the same if she has a ring on her finger, Ginny will always be his, lies between them heavy and warm. A precious thing. Just there to be petted occasionally, closeted knowledge that wraps itself up tight and warm around itself.
Bill doesn't protest as Ginny started to kiss her way down his chest, gasping slightly as she licked the head of his cock like a child swirling her tongue around an icecream cone to catch the drips. Tracing the soft skin with her tongue down the shaft, before blowing over his balls gently. Fleur was far too refined to suck cock, but Ginny...she didn't care. Wanted to taste him.
"I don't want to come in your mouth," he tells her as she takes the head in her mouth and sucks gently for a moment before letting it slide out between her lips so she can answer him.
"Alright. Just tell me when you're close." Then mouth back on him and sliding down, little tongue licking and flickering along the sensitive skin. No hint of teeth, just warm wet suction as her head starts to bob. Bill hisses between his teeth and pets her hair awkwardly, wanting to make her swallow all of him as her hand strokes the part her mouth doesn't cover. Fuck her face hard, desperately dirty urges roiling around in the back of his mind as the wolf snickers and howls. Prey, it whispers. Bitchpreymate. Take it. Take her hard and bleeding.
"Ginny, god, Ginny..." Gives into temptation for a moment as his fingers wound their way into her hair, palms cradling her head. The terrible urge to just squeeze. Blanked it out as she looked up at him, seriously intent on what she was doing, pink lips wrapped around his dick and her hand pausing for a moment. "Just...relax your throat, please, pet? Let me in. God, please." Brown eyes darkened for a moment before she realised what he was asking, and he knew he had permission. To try and make her take all of him in her mouth and down her throat. Stroked her throat with his fingers, urging her to swallow as he thrust into her mouth, feeling her gag for a moment before oh fucking god he was in and her nose was pressed to the curling pubic hair around the base of his cock. Couldn't let her up for a moment as she swallowed desperately, throat rippling around his prick, gasping and fingers gripping her hair before he let go, let her breathe. And then she did it again. And again. "Oh, fuck, oh, Jesus, oh, Ginny..." She seemed to take his helpless bucks and thrusts with ease, before he urged her off and kissed her wildly, tasting his precum on her lips as she tried to smile for him. "Love you, love you, love you..."
"Love you too, Bill." Kissing him back wild and her straddling his leg and rocking against it in slow, steady movements. Spread his fingers around her hips, holding her there and knowing he was bruising her. Heal it afterwards, he'd just heal it afterwards. Even if he loved the idea of her walking around like butter wouldn't melt in her mouth and his marks on her, livid on her skin. Kissed her and drowned in it, the indescribable sweetness of Ginny.
And he knew it was wrong and he didn't care.
While they kissed, he wondered just how many times he could have her before everybody came back thundering into the house. What positions. What noises she'd make and the type of cute little scrunched up faces she made when she came. He wanted her as many times as he could get her, sweet addiction singing through his veins. And he knew he'd never have enough.
Oh, he loved her madly.
Title: Love her madly
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Bill/Ginny
Summary: Just because he's getting married, doesn't mean Bill doesn't love his little sister
Notes: SPOILERS! OMG! Spoilers for HBP, because I finally finished reading it. Set about a month after the end of the book.
Bill nodded and smiled as Fleur and his mother got ready to Floo to Diagon Alley, along with most of the other tribe. Including Ron. And Dad was at the Ministry offices again. He and Ginny where the only ones staying behind. Honestly, he'd be glad for the chance to relax with Fleur cooing over him, or his Mum doing the same. The fact that they now seemed to have teamed up after Fenrir ripped his face to shit was mildly terrifying. What they had in common, besides him, he didn't know.
"Remember the precautions we've set down, Bill," Molly said worriedly, getting out the handful of Floo powder for herself and starting to hand it out to everyone else. "Don't..."
"Me and Ginny'll both be fine, Mum," Bill said cheerfully, trying not to grit his teeth. Just get going already. He hadn't had a chance to talk to Ginny at all...for ages. Or do anything else. Not since Egypt or thereabouts...god, so long. She was standing next to him, brown eyes so solemn as she nodded in agreement. Oh yes, they'd both be just fine by themselves.
"We will be back soon, mon amour," Fleur said, dipping her hand into the green powder with a small moue of distaste. Oh yes, Fleur was used to finer things. Why she'd picked him...god knew why. A cursebreaker was glamourous as a husband, he guessed. And he did...love her. And he knew she loved him. Strange things, women. "You will be alright? You and leetle Ginny?"
Oh, he could almost hear Ginny's teeth grinding beside him. "Yep, we'll both be just fine." He put his arm around her shoulders, squeezing gently. Warm against his side. Resisted the urge to turn his head and inhale the scent of her washed hair. Always smelt sweet and floral, did Ginny. Clean girl smell. Fleur...overdosed on products, and he had no idea how to bring it up. That she didn't need all that perfume, because he liked the smell of women without it better. Always had.
"The shops'll close before you're done shopping, if you don't get going," Ginny warned them, and finall, finally, they got going. Gouts of green flame and the command for Diagon Alley, and then everyone was gone. And he and Ginny had the house to themselves. He picked her up, kissing her and headed for the stairs. Her hands in his hair, holding his mouth to his as her legs wrapped around his waist, so sweet. Had to be quick, didn't want it to be but God knew when they'd get a chance again.
"Oh God, Ginny..." gasped out into her mouth as she bit at his lip, closing his eyes for a moment and almost stumbled as he came to the top of the staircase. She pushed the door to the room he and Fleur were sharing open, laughing softly at him. Had to put her down, just for a moment. So the naked could happen. Laid her out on the bed, her skirt rucked up around her waist and groaning at the flash of white cotton knickers as she sat up to take her shirt off. Started unbuttoning his shirt, fingers fumbling in their haste to get it off. Family'd probably be gone for a couple of hours, but who knew? Really? Something could happen and they could be back in a couple of minutes. She'd grown up. Filled out a little. Barely budding breasts had become ones that he could actually cup in his hands. His little sister, so beautiful.
Supposedly in love with Harry Potter.
Well, sod that. She was here with him, now, and before this. Harry wouldn't ever really know Ginny, not like he knew Ginny. The sweet scent of her, like fresh blossoms and grass, an English summer day laughing at him with red-ginger hair shining in the sunlight. Toed his boots off and crawled onto the bed with her, catching her legs with his hands and pulling them apart so he could press his mouth to copper curls.
"Oh, Bill..."
Hands twined in his hair as her back arched, knees hooked over his shoulders, his tongue probing into her folds and tasting her for the first time in a few years. It wasn't often they got a chance to take their time. So he could do this. Musk on his tongue and he moaned into her, so hard he hurt and he wanted in her now. Amazed that she still wanted him, after all this. But he hadn't even had to say anything, she'd just given him that look out of the corner of her eyes while she calmly informed Mum that she didn't feel like going into London today, so she'd stay at home with Bill. Her thighs clamped around his head as he flicked her clit with the tip of his tongue, getting a choked cry in response and wet arousal slicking his chin. Kept licking her, teasing the little sensitive bundle of nerves with his tongue as she tried desperately to grind down onto his face in order to get more stimulation. Oh no, he wanted to hear her scream. The house was empty, they'd probably never get a better chance. He wanted her everyway he could have her, and she knew it. Just because they had other people involved in their lives didn't make what they had any less real, any less precious.
Wanted her to beg and moan.
He was getting it in spades as her fingers clenched in his hair, pulling out hair he just knew it. Heard her gasp and wail softly as she came, hips jerking spasmodically and her quim absolutely wet and soaking. Wiping his jaw off with his hand, Bill moved her legs from off his shoulders, looking down at her blissful face. All flushed and red, gasping for air. Sweat sticking little tendrils to her face and he kissed her softly, just on the forehead. Like he used to do for all those years when he tucked into bed.
"Bill, please...fuck me, god, please."
"Wouldn't want to disappoint you, Ginny-love." Moved up and just rested against her for a moment, aching cock pressing against her slick thighs as he kissed her. Long and sweet, small tongue dancing around his own. Felt her fingers trace along the scars the werewolf had left and closed his eyes for a moment, wanting to cry but not knowing if he could. And then she kissed them, gently, like she could heal them. Make them better. "Oh, Ginny..."
"I love you."
So soft. So sweet. So many things Fleur wasn't.
"I love you too." Entering her was like coming home, tight hot wet sheath around his erection and her legs wrapped around his waist, little hands scrabbling at his back as she tossed her head and moaned. So lovely. Wanton little girl, who knew so much more then anyone gave her credit for. Her fingers scratching, needling and he'd need a Charm to heal them when they were done. So Fleur didn't know. Didn't suspect. Fucking Ginny was a perversity, but it always felt so right even if they could never tell, never talk about it. Her whispery little voice moaning in his ear, holding onto him so tight like if he let go, let her fall, she'd never come back. Her one anchor in all the world. Ducked his head and latched onto her nipple, sucking and biting gently. Desperate, her hips moving against his, both of them panting and grasping for climax. He reaches down between them and rubs his fingers against the little nerve bundle that made her see stars, hearing her scream and feeling her spasm around him and come with her mouth so wide and eyes even wider. Perpetually surprised by the climax rushing through her body, like she never thought anything could feel this good. Slams his hips against her, fingers digging into her body and the twitches of heat running down his spine flare. "Ginny!" Coming so hard he almost blacked out, feeling her kiss him and suck at his bottom lip as he comes down from that lingering high.
Rolled them so she was on top and tucked against his chest, tight in his arms. Kissed and cuddled and talked for a bit, about school and flowers and degnoming. By mutual wordless consent, several topics did not come up for discussion. Harry, Voldemort, the world in crisis, Fleur and Bill's upcoming wedding. The knowledge that even with a ring on his finger, Bill will always be Ginny's, and the same if she has a ring on her finger, Ginny will always be his, lies between them heavy and warm. A precious thing. Just there to be petted occasionally, closeted knowledge that wraps itself up tight and warm around itself.
Bill doesn't protest as Ginny started to kiss her way down his chest, gasping slightly as she licked the head of his cock like a child swirling her tongue around an icecream cone to catch the drips. Tracing the soft skin with her tongue down the shaft, before blowing over his balls gently. Fleur was far too refined to suck cock, but Ginny...she didn't care. Wanted to taste him.
"I don't want to come in your mouth," he tells her as she takes the head in her mouth and sucks gently for a moment before letting it slide out between her lips so she can answer him.
"Alright. Just tell me when you're close." Then mouth back on him and sliding down, little tongue licking and flickering along the sensitive skin. No hint of teeth, just warm wet suction as her head starts to bob. Bill hisses between his teeth and pets her hair awkwardly, wanting to make her swallow all of him as her hand strokes the part her mouth doesn't cover. Fuck her face hard, desperately dirty urges roiling around in the back of his mind as the wolf snickers and howls. Prey, it whispers. Bitchpreymate. Take it. Take her hard and bleeding.
"Ginny, god, Ginny..." Gives into temptation for a moment as his fingers wound their way into her hair, palms cradling her head. The terrible urge to just squeeze. Blanked it out as she looked up at him, seriously intent on what she was doing, pink lips wrapped around his dick and her hand pausing for a moment. "Just...relax your throat, please, pet? Let me in. God, please." Brown eyes darkened for a moment before she realised what he was asking, and he knew he had permission. To try and make her take all of him in her mouth and down her throat. Stroked her throat with his fingers, urging her to swallow as he thrust into her mouth, feeling her gag for a moment before oh fucking god he was in and her nose was pressed to the curling pubic hair around the base of his cock. Couldn't let her up for a moment as she swallowed desperately, throat rippling around his prick, gasping and fingers gripping her hair before he let go, let her breathe. And then she did it again. And again. "Oh, fuck, oh, Jesus, oh, Ginny..." She seemed to take his helpless bucks and thrusts with ease, before he urged her off and kissed her wildly, tasting his precum on her lips as she tried to smile for him. "Love you, love you, love you..."
"Love you too, Bill." Kissing him back wild and her straddling his leg and rocking against it in slow, steady movements. Spread his fingers around her hips, holding her there and knowing he was bruising her. Heal it afterwards, he'd just heal it afterwards. Even if he loved the idea of her walking around like butter wouldn't melt in her mouth and his marks on her, livid on her skin. Kissed her and drowned in it, the indescribable sweetness of Ginny.
And he knew it was wrong and he didn't care.
While they kissed, he wondered just how many times he could have her before everybody came back thundering into the house. What positions. What noises she'd make and the type of cute little scrunched up faces she made when she came. He wanted her as many times as he could get her, sweet addiction singing through his veins. And he knew he'd never have enough.
Oh, he loved her madly.