Ficlet: The Tempest (H/G)
Title: The Tempest
Pairing: Harry and Ginny
Rating: R/NC17
Summary: The storm sets the tone.
Words: 568
hpgw_otp Halloween Challenge--To write a short H/G fic (500-2000 words) beginning with the words It was a dark and stormy night, set during the time period after Harry and Ginny leave Hogwarts and before they are married.
The Tempest
It was a dark and stormy night. Rain pelted the side of the house and ran in sheets down the glass of the windows. The wind rattled the old shutters as it pounded against the wood clapboard. A flash of lightning split the sky, sending bright light inside the room of the crooked little house.
The room was dark, lit only by a few candles and the sporadic flash from the storm outside. A figure of a female Quidditch player zoomed to and fro inside the confines of its poster while a Gryffindor pennant flanked its right side. In the daylight, the room was airy with its pale yellow paint, but in the dimness, it appeared a pale golden hue. A small bed sat against a wall, cut short by the slope of the ceiling.
While usually neat and tidy, the bed was strewn with loose covers and two bodies intertwined together in an intimate dance. The young woman, whose red hair flowed down her back, sat astride her companion, rocking back and forth, grinding her hips against his. His strong hands held her hips as he lifted to meet each of her thrusts. A small rivulet of perspiration rolled down her spine, disappearing into the place where her buttocks met. Her breathing came in pants as her movements became frantic.
"Gin," muttered the man with unkempt dark hair. He squeezed his eyes shut, as if in pain. However, it was pleasure that was building up inside him, which he fought to postpone until she was nearer her own release. With a grunt, he swung a leg over, flipping them so that she lay underneath him and reentered her with a sigh. Lifting himself onto his hands, his thrusts became faster and harder, both of them grunting and exchanging indecipherable words.
Another lightning lit up the room, and the woman gasped, either from fright or pleasure; neither of them cared. Her legs wrapped around his hips pulling him closer and deeper with each push of his hips. He arched his back and threw back his head as release overtook him, spilling his seed inside her. A few seconds later, aiding by the fondling of her clitoris, she fluttered violently around his still-pulsing cock.
Finally spent, he collapsed to the side of her, sliding his body from hers. He placed a kiss near her ear and whispered, "I love you."
She giggled at the sensation of his breath on her skin. "I should hope so, Harry. I don't let just anybody do this to me." She ran a hand over his shoulders, slippery with beads of perspiration. Down her hand traveled to stop at his bum, which she squeezed lightly.
"D'you think you mum'll be mad if she finds me here in the morning? I really don't feel like going home." He glanced toward the window and grimaced. "It's still storming out there."
"She'll pitch a fit, but as long as you eat breakfast with gusto, she'll be alright. Seems to think you need fattening up," she teased as she slapped his naked buttock.
"Ouch," he yelped with a smile on his face. "Do you think I need fattening up?"
"Only one part." Her hand moved around to the front of him, squeezing his sticky, yet burgeoning erection.
"Mmmm, I can gladly do that with gusto."
"Not too much, okay? Mum doesn't appreciate it as much as I do."