Request #8--NC17-- for santa_elidan
Requested by SantaElidan
1--pairing: H/G
2--setting: About 2008 I guess. 'Cause James and Albus are born.
3--situation: Harry is persuading Ginny to try for a baby girl again.
4--rating request: Honestly! NC17, what else? Well, it is, but there's a bit of fluff at the end....
Ron had Rose.
Bill had Victoire, Stefania and Sophie.
Charlie had Michelle and Julia.
Hell, even George had Emily.
Harry wanted a daughter. He loved James and Albus a great deal, of that he was sure, but there was a tiny part of him that yearned for a little girl.
"What are you thinking about?" Ginny asked, curled up next to him in their bed.
"How the Weasley curse has been broken."
"What?" She pulled a face and giggled.
"You know…girls."
"Harry, we don't have any girls," she reminded him with a laugh.
"And that's what I mean. I want a little girl." Harry turned around to look at her and tucked some of her hair behind her ear.
"Well, you know, it's really not up to me. You'll just have to tell your little soldiers to let the ladies through."
Ginny closed the gap between them and kissed him. The next few minutes flew by in a flurry of lips, tongues, hands, legs. Her nightdress ended up hanging over the lamp on the bedside table and Harry's pyjama pants were shoved at the bottom of the bed.
His legs were between her wide-spread ones while he supported himself on his forearms. His mouth trailed light, feathery kisses along her neck, across her shoulder, around the swell of her breasts and finally stopped to pay homage to the hardened peaks of her nipples. He swirled his tongue over them before pulling it into his mouth.
Ginny's hands were in his hair, alternating between tugging, pulling and massaging his scalp. She rubbed the heel of her foot along Harry's leg until she finally wrapped them both around his waist and squeezed a signal that had developed between the two of them over the years that Ginny wanted his attentions focused elsewhere.
"Oh, come on, wench. I can't knock you up with my mouth, you know." Nevertheless, Harry slid sensually down her body, dragging his tongue along the flesh of her lower abdomen and inner thighs.
"Fuck, Harry, don't tease me!" She put her hands on his head and shoved it between her legs. "Use your bloody mouth on me, Harry!"
Harry laughed into her thighs and placed kisses on her curly, erotic hair while his hands massaged her hips and over onto her buttocks. He placed his tongue on her tangy center, licking all around her clit with the tip, teasing her and making her buck her hips against his face. One and then two fingers slipped inside her hot, slick core and stroked the smooth muscles of her vagina.
"Damnit, Harry!" she shouted. "Do it!"
Never one to not take a direct order, Harry placed his tongue on her engorged clit, earning a hiss from Ginny that made him grin madly. She continued to moan, wiggle and squirm as he continued his task with his lips, tongue and fingers until she was shuddering beneath him and coming with a shriek that threatened to wake the boys.
"Keep it down, Gin!" he hissed, moving up her again to kiss her. He began to grind his erection, which was full and throbbing, practically begging him to slide inside her and pound the hell out of her. She met his hips with her own movements, another signal between the two of them. Taking his cock on his hand, Harry placed it at her opening and with a quick thrust, joined their bodies.
"Hell yeah, Potter!" Ginny moaned into his mouth, kissing her and exploring her mouth with his tongue. She grabbed his buttocks and squeezed them in her hands, the fingernails digging into his flesh, sure to leave a mark.
Harry clenched his teeth at both the pain and pleasure he was giving her. He pulled out slightly and then shoved himself back inside her and arched his neck at the feelings she aroused in him. The feel of her slick walls against him as she clenched her strong muscles was his undoing. Harry began thrusting faster and Ginny met him thrust for thrust.
"Oh…oh…Harry…harder, come on…faster, fuck yeah…oh…MY GOD!" Ginny arched her back and gritted her teeth, holding her release inside. Her nails dug into the skin of his back, which made Harry arch up, pressing his groin into hers as he finally found release.
He kissed her exposed neck as their breathing began to slowly return to normal while their hands caressed each other's hot, damp skin in the afterglow of their lovemaking. Ginny turned to face him, kissing him softly on the lips.
"You really want a girl this time?" she asked him softly.
"Yeah. Your brothers have been taking the piss out of me, saying that I haven't got it in me."
"They did not!" Ginny sat up on the bed and clutched the sheet to her chest. "First, they get on you about dating me, then fucking me before we got married. I can't believe them!" She let out a disgusted sigh and pushed her hair back from his face.
"It's okay, really, it is. I don't want a girl just to keep up with the Weasleys." He held her face in his hands. "I just think it would be nice to have a teeny tiny version of the most beautiful woman in the world."
"That's sweet, Harry, really. But we both know you just want to keep having sex until we get that girl, huh?" she teased.
Their laughter mingled and soon died as passion overtook them once again.
……………
"So, Mr. and Mrs. Potter, would you like to know the sex of the baby?"
Harry and Ginny looked at each other and smiled.
"Please."
The midwife waved her wand and an enlarged image of the baby floated up above Ginny's slightly rounded belly. It was almost as if they were seeing the baby on a transparent movie screen.
Harry's jaw dropped and he smiled as he watched his baby girl turn around inside her mother.
1--pairing: H/G
2--setting: About 2008 I guess. 'Cause James and Albus are born.
3--situation: Harry is persuading Ginny to try for a baby girl again.
4--rating request: Honestly! NC17, what else? Well, it is, but there's a bit of fluff at the end....
Ron had Rose.
Bill had Victoire, Stefania and Sophie.
Charlie had Michelle and Julia.
Hell, even George had Emily.
Harry wanted a daughter. He loved James and Albus a great deal, of that he was sure, but there was a tiny part of him that yearned for a little girl.
"What are you thinking about?" Ginny asked, curled up next to him in their bed.
"How the Weasley curse has been broken."
"What?" She pulled a face and giggled.
"You know…girls."
"Harry, we don't have any girls," she reminded him with a laugh.
"And that's what I mean. I want a little girl." Harry turned around to look at her and tucked some of her hair behind her ear.
"Well, you know, it's really not up to me. You'll just have to tell your little soldiers to let the ladies through."
Ginny closed the gap between them and kissed him. The next few minutes flew by in a flurry of lips, tongues, hands, legs. Her nightdress ended up hanging over the lamp on the bedside table and Harry's pyjama pants were shoved at the bottom of the bed.
His legs were between her wide-spread ones while he supported himself on his forearms. His mouth trailed light, feathery kisses along her neck, across her shoulder, around the swell of her breasts and finally stopped to pay homage to the hardened peaks of her nipples. He swirled his tongue over them before pulling it into his mouth.
Ginny's hands were in his hair, alternating between tugging, pulling and massaging his scalp. She rubbed the heel of her foot along Harry's leg until she finally wrapped them both around his waist and squeezed a signal that had developed between the two of them over the years that Ginny wanted his attentions focused elsewhere.
"Oh, come on, wench. I can't knock you up with my mouth, you know." Nevertheless, Harry slid sensually down her body, dragging his tongue along the flesh of her lower abdomen and inner thighs.
"Fuck, Harry, don't tease me!" She put her hands on his head and shoved it between her legs. "Use your bloody mouth on me, Harry!"
Harry laughed into her thighs and placed kisses on her curly, erotic hair while his hands massaged her hips and over onto her buttocks. He placed his tongue on her tangy center, licking all around her clit with the tip, teasing her and making her buck her hips against his face. One and then two fingers slipped inside her hot, slick core and stroked the smooth muscles of her vagina.
"Damnit, Harry!" she shouted. "Do it!"
Never one to not take a direct order, Harry placed his tongue on her engorged clit, earning a hiss from Ginny that made him grin madly. She continued to moan, wiggle and squirm as he continued his task with his lips, tongue and fingers until she was shuddering beneath him and coming with a shriek that threatened to wake the boys.
"Keep it down, Gin!" he hissed, moving up her again to kiss her. He began to grind his erection, which was full and throbbing, practically begging him to slide inside her and pound the hell out of her. She met his hips with her own movements, another signal between the two of them. Taking his cock on his hand, Harry placed it at her opening and with a quick thrust, joined their bodies.
"Hell yeah, Potter!" Ginny moaned into his mouth, kissing her and exploring her mouth with his tongue. She grabbed his buttocks and squeezed them in her hands, the fingernails digging into his flesh, sure to leave a mark.
Harry clenched his teeth at both the pain and pleasure he was giving her. He pulled out slightly and then shoved himself back inside her and arched his neck at the feelings she aroused in him. The feel of her slick walls against him as she clenched her strong muscles was his undoing. Harry began thrusting faster and Ginny met him thrust for thrust.
"Oh…oh…Harry…harder, come on…faster, fuck yeah…oh…MY GOD!" Ginny arched her back and gritted her teeth, holding her release inside. Her nails dug into the skin of his back, which made Harry arch up, pressing his groin into hers as he finally found release.
He kissed her exposed neck as their breathing began to slowly return to normal while their hands caressed each other's hot, damp skin in the afterglow of their lovemaking. Ginny turned to face him, kissing him softly on the lips.
"You really want a girl this time?" she asked him softly.
"Yeah. Your brothers have been taking the piss out of me, saying that I haven't got it in me."
"They did not!" Ginny sat up on the bed and clutched the sheet to her chest. "First, they get on you about dating me, then fucking me before we got married. I can't believe them!" She let out a disgusted sigh and pushed her hair back from his face.
"It's okay, really, it is. I don't want a girl just to keep up with the Weasleys." He held her face in his hands. "I just think it would be nice to have a teeny tiny version of the most beautiful woman in the world."
"That's sweet, Harry, really. But we both know you just want to keep having sex until we get that girl, huh?" she teased.
Their laughter mingled and soon died as passion overtook them once again.
……………
"So, Mr. and Mrs. Potter, would you like to know the sex of the baby?"
Harry and Ginny looked at each other and smiled.
"Please."
The midwife waved her wand and an enlarged image of the baby floated up above Ginny's slightly rounded belly. It was almost as if they were seeing the baby on a transparent movie screen.
Harry's jaw dropped and he smiled as he watched his baby girl turn around inside her mother.