Challenge/Song-Fic: "Show Me You Love Me" by flaminia_x
Title: Show Me You Love Me
Pen Name: flaminia_x
Characters/Pairing: Harry/Ginny
Word Count: 1742
Rating: A big NC-17
Genre: Romance, First-Time, Post-DH/pre-epilogue, Smut
Song Lyrics: The The, “Love is All Around”
Summary: Harry and Ginny's first time, reuniting after the war.
A/N: I don't often write this pairing, but I had a bit of a scene between the two as part of a different fic, and it didn't quite fit, so I decided to revamp it since it went with the lyrics I was given so very well! I really enjoyed it. Hope the smut tickles everyone's … fancy.
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I feel it in my fingers
I feel it in my toes
The love that's all around me
And so the feeling grows
It's written on the wind
It's everywhere I go
So if you really love me
Come on and let it show
“Love is All Around” - The The
In Ginny's old room at the Burrow, they stared into each other’s eyes, unsure of how to begin.
Finally, Ginny whispered, “You’re alright?” Harry nodded, smiling. She continued, “I thought about you every day, wondering when I’d get word from you, whether you were ok, when I’d see you again.”
Harry said, “When I got to Hogwarts, the first person I looked for was you. When I was - when it was done, all I could think about was finding you."
“I kept thinking about what life would be like once it was all over, whether you would still want to be with me.” Ginny moved closer to Harry, wrapping her arms around his neck. “Well, Harry?” she whispered, inches from his mouth. “Do you still want me?”
In response, he crushed his mouth to hers, moaning softly in acquiescence. Ginny’s tongue flicked wickedly against his lips until he was forced to part them. Her hands unlaced themselves from behind his neck and combed through his unruly hair. Harry was helpless against her ruthless assault. His hands slowly moved up her back to cup her face, his fingers on fire with the joy of touching her smooth skin. “Ginny,” he whispered, “I missed you so much. I don’t ever want to be apart from you again.”
“Good,” she whispered back, “because if you think I’m letting you out of my sight anytime soon, you’re Most. Dreadfully. Wrong.” She punctuated each of the last three words with kisses to his mouth, neck, and collarbone. Her hands moved around to the front of his shirt, playing with his buttons. Harry’s eyes rolled shut, at first enjoying the sensation of her hands on his chest, but after a minute he grew uneasy.
“Ginny, don’t - I want to be with you, I want to be with you, but this doesn’t seem right,” he gasped, barely able to concentrate as her fingernails grazed his nipples.
“What doesn’t seem right, Harry? This? Us being together?” Ginny asked softly as she unbuttoned the rest of his shirt.
Harry grasped her hands, knowing if she continued, he’d never be able to stop himself. “Ginny, you’ve just lost your brother. We’re all exhausted. I just don’t think you’re thinking straight -“
“Don’t,” she spat, pulling her hands free. “Don’t you dare insult me. Fred is dead,” she said, her eyes sparkling with unshed tears. “Fred, and Remus, and Tonks, and Snape, and Moody, and Dobby. But you’re not. And I’m not. And I need to know that it’s not a dream, that I’m not going to wake up tomorrow and find that Voldemort’s still alive and you’re still out there, hiding. I need to know that you’re really here with me, that you want to be with me as much as I want to be with you.” She moved in closer, pressing her body against his.
Harry breathed deeply, the scent of her filling his nostrils. “Ginny - Merlin, I do want you. I just don’t want to do something you’ll regret. I want it to be perfect for you.”
Ginny kissed his mouth lightly. “I love you, Harry Potter,” she said simply. “Do you love me?”
Harry stared into her eyes, mesmerized. Quietly, he answered, “Yes. I’ve always loved you, Ginny Weasley.”
“Then show me,” she said quietly, and, never taking her eyes from his, she stepped back and slid off her bathrobe. Harry exhaled slowly, realizing she hadn’t had anything on underneath, and she was now completely naked. Unabashed, she reached for his hands and placed them on her waist. Harry couldn’t hold back any further, and pressing up against her, he kissed her passionately. The touch of her smooth, silky skin on his fingertips combined with the taste of her in his mouth was the most intoxicating thing he had ever experienced. His hands slid down tentatively to cup her buttocks as his tongue assailed hers. Ginny moaned, sliding her hands inside Harry’s unbuttoned shirt. She could feel his arousal rubbing against her through his jeans, the sensation causing her to become wetter than she had ever thought she could. She pulled back sharply, startling Harry. Quickly grabbing her wand from the top of her dresser, she cast a quick Silencing Charm and locked her door. Harry swallowed involuntarily at the predatory look in her eyes when she turned back to face him.
“You’re beautiful, Ginny,” he whispered. She slid her hands up his stomach to his chest, pausing briefly to caress his nipples, then continued to his shoulders, where she proceeded to remove his shirt. He moved toward her to kiss her, but she stepped back. Confused, he stepped forward again, but again she deftly stepped back out of his grasp. This time, the back of her knees hit the foot of her bed, and she slowly sank down upon it. Harry could do nothing but watch as she moved her hands to his belt buckle. Keeping her eyes on his, she undid his belt, then unbuttoned his pants. With aching slowness, she dragged his zipper down, freeing his erection. In one languid motion, she slipped his pants and boxers down over his slim hips. Blushing, Harry stepped out of his clothes and left them laying on the floor as he took a step closer to Ginny. Still staring Harry in the eye, she placed her hands on the outside of his thighs, slowly caressing upward toward his hips, then across his stomach. Finally, she moved one hand down lower, until it encircled Harry’s erection. He gasped as she touched him. They had never had the chance to go this far at Hogwarts, and the pleasure was indescribable. Ginny’s hand moved slowly up and down his shaft, exploring every inch of him. She was amazed at the sheer magnificence of Harry’s naked body. Living with six brothers, she wasn’t shocked to see what a nude male looked like, but the fact that it was Harry, her Harry, here with her, aroused because of her, was entrancing. Carefully, she leaned forward and stretched out her tongue, licking the tiny pearl from the head of his penis. Harry let out an almost feral growl, his penis jerking in reaction. He snatched her hands away from him and pushed her back on the bed until she was stretched out before him. He knelt down on the floor in front of her, nudging her legs apart with his arms, until he had complete access to her most sensitive parts.
Harry was a bit nervous; he had never been this close to a woman before, and he so wanted to make sure this was as pleasurable for her as it would be for him. Restless with anticipation, Ginny wriggled beneath him, anxious for him to touch her. He reached out with thumb and stroked her, wanting to memorize her contours. She moaned softly, enjoying his touch. He moved lower and lower, until he could feel her wetness. Slowly, he slipped his index finger inside her, amazed at her warmth and wetness. He pulled it back out and, emboldened by Ginny’s eyes still locked on his, he raised it to his lips, tasting her on his own finger. Her mouth opened and her eyes glazed at the sensuous sight. Wanting to taste her more directly, he lowered his mouth to her, tracing her with his tongue. When he hit that sensitive nub, she gasped, involuntarily moving her hands through his hair. “Harry,” she whimpered, her legs twisting.
Hearing her say his name like that sent lightning to his groin, making him impossibly harder. He eased himself off of his knees and climbed over her, peppering her body with kisses along the way. When he reached her perky breasts, he stopped. Supporting himself on one arm, he freed the other hand to caress one while taking the other’s nipple into his mouth. Ginny’s hands moved up his arms to his chest, tweaking his nipples, then moving down toward his jutting penis. When her hand reached him, he slid up, taking her mouth in his in a long and passionate kiss. She guided him toward her, but again he hesitated. “Ginny, please, tell me you’re sure, because I won’t be able to stop ...”
In one quick movement, Ginny pushed Harry onto his back and moved to sit on top of him. “Harry,” she said, breathing hard with excitement, “shut up and make love to me.” He grunted his submission, rubbing his hands across her taut thighs as she slowly sank down upon his erect shaft. When he was fully sheathed in her, she stopped, a look of triumphant amazement on her face. “Oh, Harry,” she inhaled, tentatively rocking back and forth upon him, finding one spot in particular that felt especially good.
Her motions felt wonderful, but soon Harry needed more. Sitting up, he grabbed her and flipped her onto her back, remaining inside her. She was surprised at the change in position but quickly became lost in the rhythm Harry was creating. His thrusts grew more insistent as he pushed her legs up, his lips bruising hers. His breaths grew ragged. “Ginny, I don’t think I can last much longer,” he panted. She quickly moved one hand between her legs, rubbing her clit with her fingers. He felt her begin to tense around him, and it drove him over the edge. Grabbing her hips with both hands, he pumped into her, groaning in ecstasy. The frenzy with which he came inside her pushed Ginny to the brink, and with a few strokes of her fingers on her swollen clit, she came with him, her toes curling into the bedclothes.
Harry lay on top of her, not wanting to move. He had never felt so surrounded by love before. He brushed his hair out of his face and moved a few strands of hers away from his saliva-soaked lips. Looking into her eyes, which had never left his, he whispered, “I love you, Ginevra Molly Weasley.” He kissed her, once on each eyelid, on the tip of her nose, and finally on her mouth. “Are you alright?”
Ginny smiled, eyes slightly moist. “I’m better now.” Satisfied, they fell asleep curled up next to one another in Ginny’s twin bed, too tired to worry about being caught in the morning.