Fic: Secrets (2005)
Title: Secret (2005)
Author: lunalovepotter
Pairing: H/G
Rating: R
Word Count: 1048
Summary: After having so many obstacles between them it was a gift to be able to tell the truth; to be honest without any fear of being hurt. But then he'd joined the Aurors, where secrecy was mandatory.
Notes: This scene came to me a few nights ago right as I was about to fall asleep, and since then it has been floating around in my head, begging to be written. As always thank you to the_vixxmeister, for the beta. :)
"Ginny."
She woke to the hot whisper of her name and the tickle of lips on her neck. Then a hand slipped under her nightdress and cupped her between her legs, massaging her. Earnest kisses ran up her throat.
"Harry? What is-?"
"Don't talk, love." Harry smoothed her hair off her forehead and kissed her. Even in the dim light she could see the intensity in his eyes. Coarse hair scratched her thigh as Harry moved on top of her, and then without a word she lifted her hips and he pulled down her knickers. First one finger and then two slid inside her. She moaned.
"What's the matter?" she said, rising to meet his fingers.
"Nothing." Harry stroked her with skilled precision, letting his thumb glide over her clit. He pushed up her nightdress and placed gentle kisses along her belly. At first she thought he might have been drunk, but something about the told her that this was not the case. There was urgency in the way he touched her, as though they had been apart for a long time.
"Did something happen at work?"
Harry sighed. "I can't talk about that Gin," he said, and she knew that was the reason. He lowered his head and gently parted her legs, his tongue grazing her hair. Then he slid his mouth around her clit, and inhaled. The effect was instantaneous; sweeping jolts of electricity rushed through her limbs.
"But what-Oh!" Her hands fell to his head and she gripped his skull with her fingers digging into his scalp while his tongue swirled around her insides, keeping time with his mouth. Her lower body was on fire; she was drowning. It was magnificent. "Oh my God…Harry, please!"
She released his head and he looked up. While he bore a self-satisfied smirk, it didn't quite reach his eyes. "More?" he said. His voice caught.
"More," she answered, drawing her fingertips across his cheek. She wanted him to tell her what was going on in his head; but she knew his need for her far outweighed her need for information. "You can make love to me for as long as you want."
She had barely got the words out before he was kissing her. His mouth was burning, his tongue aggressively attacking hers; it felt as though all the air was being sucked from her lungs. He pushed the nightdress up over her breasts, and then broke the kiss long enough to pull it over her head. Rather than simply letting it fall to the floor, he hurled it as though it caused him great pain. His jaw set and his expression hardened as he remembered something. Even as he looked into her eyes, he did not seem to see her.
"Harry-" Ginny gasped. Her heart was a million tiny jackhammers in her chest, and she struggled to catch her breath.
His hands traveled slowly down her sides, following every curve as though he was memorizing her body all over again. Meanwhile his mouth fell to her neck. There was a pinch followed by pressure as he nicked her with his teeth, and then began to suck earnestly on her neck. He raised his hips, the tip of his cock brushing her skin.
"I love you," he said.
"I love you," she echoed. She searched his face for some hint as to the source of his aggression, and yet he kept it skillfully masked. With her eyes she implored him to let her in while knowing that he couldn't- or wouldn't. So she opened her legs more and he thrust into her, his eyes never breaking away. As his hips rolled down hers rolled up to meet him. He was buried to the hilt and still trying to go deeper. The fact that he couldn't seemed to frustrate him; he grunted, holding her down with the strength of his lower body. She didn't push back this time. He didn't want to just make love to her, he wanted to consume her.
"Tell me," she whispered. Her body ached. His beautiful eyes beaded with tears but he said nothing.
When they reunited after the war they'd made a promise not to keep any secrets from each other. After having so many obstacles between them it was a gift to be able to tell the truth; to be honest without any fear of being hurt. But then he'd joined the Aurors, where secrecy was mandatory. She'd had to accept there were things she couldn't know about him, just as he'd had to accept that there were things he couldn't share with her - at a time when they had only started sharing their lives, reveling in the promise of the years that lay ahead of them.
He lowered his head and kissed her. Then his hips stilled and then he gave one more push before he came. Then he kissed her again. He eased his body down with his head pillowed on her chest. He stroked the rise of her breast.
"I wish I could," he answered regretfully. His fingers interlaced with hers. She squeezed his hands and kissed the top of his head. They lay quietly for a moment. Then he released her right hand and he moved his hand between their bodies, floating his fingers over the hair between her legs.
Ginny whimpered, nudging him gently with her hips. Gradually his touch became more aggressive, and then her belly was on fire. He caught her mouth with his just as she reached climax, and held the kiss as she came down. Then he kissed her chin and both of her cheeks.
"You will always be safe," he said with absolute certainty and he put his head on her chest.
"Harry-" she started again, but he was already asleep. Ginny lay there for a long time listening to him breathe, wondering why he'd chosen to do this job rather than play Quidditch. She wondered why he couldn't allow himself to just be happy, without having the weight of the world on his shoulders.
But then, she thought, he wouldn't be Harry.
Ginny kissed the top of his head. She stroked his hair, and then she closed her eyes and slept with him in her arms.
Author: lunalovepotter
Pairing: H/G
Rating: R
Word Count: 1048
Summary: After having so many obstacles between them it was a gift to be able to tell the truth; to be honest without any fear of being hurt. But then he'd joined the Aurors, where secrecy was mandatory.
Notes: This scene came to me a few nights ago right as I was about to fall asleep, and since then it has been floating around in my head, begging to be written. As always thank you to the_vixxmeister, for the beta. :)
"Ginny."
She woke to the hot whisper of her name and the tickle of lips on her neck. Then a hand slipped under her nightdress and cupped her between her legs, massaging her. Earnest kisses ran up her throat.
"Harry? What is-?"
"Don't talk, love." Harry smoothed her hair off her forehead and kissed her. Even in the dim light she could see the intensity in his eyes. Coarse hair scratched her thigh as Harry moved on top of her, and then without a word she lifted her hips and he pulled down her knickers. First one finger and then two slid inside her. She moaned.
"What's the matter?" she said, rising to meet his fingers.
"Nothing." Harry stroked her with skilled precision, letting his thumb glide over her clit. He pushed up her nightdress and placed gentle kisses along her belly. At first she thought he might have been drunk, but something about the told her that this was not the case. There was urgency in the way he touched her, as though they had been apart for a long time.
"Did something happen at work?"
Harry sighed. "I can't talk about that Gin," he said, and she knew that was the reason. He lowered his head and gently parted her legs, his tongue grazing her hair. Then he slid his mouth around her clit, and inhaled. The effect was instantaneous; sweeping jolts of electricity rushed through her limbs.
"But what-Oh!" Her hands fell to his head and she gripped his skull with her fingers digging into his scalp while his tongue swirled around her insides, keeping time with his mouth. Her lower body was on fire; she was drowning. It was magnificent. "Oh my God…Harry, please!"
She released his head and he looked up. While he bore a self-satisfied smirk, it didn't quite reach his eyes. "More?" he said. His voice caught.
"More," she answered, drawing her fingertips across his cheek. She wanted him to tell her what was going on in his head; but she knew his need for her far outweighed her need for information. "You can make love to me for as long as you want."
She had barely got the words out before he was kissing her. His mouth was burning, his tongue aggressively attacking hers; it felt as though all the air was being sucked from her lungs. He pushed the nightdress up over her breasts, and then broke the kiss long enough to pull it over her head. Rather than simply letting it fall to the floor, he hurled it as though it caused him great pain. His jaw set and his expression hardened as he remembered something. Even as he looked into her eyes, he did not seem to see her.
"Harry-" Ginny gasped. Her heart was a million tiny jackhammers in her chest, and she struggled to catch her breath.
His hands traveled slowly down her sides, following every curve as though he was memorizing her body all over again. Meanwhile his mouth fell to her neck. There was a pinch followed by pressure as he nicked her with his teeth, and then began to suck earnestly on her neck. He raised his hips, the tip of his cock brushing her skin.
"I love you," he said.
"I love you," she echoed. She searched his face for some hint as to the source of his aggression, and yet he kept it skillfully masked. With her eyes she implored him to let her in while knowing that he couldn't- or wouldn't. So she opened her legs more and he thrust into her, his eyes never breaking away. As his hips rolled down hers rolled up to meet him. He was buried to the hilt and still trying to go deeper. The fact that he couldn't seemed to frustrate him; he grunted, holding her down with the strength of his lower body. She didn't push back this time. He didn't want to just make love to her, he wanted to consume her.
"Tell me," she whispered. Her body ached. His beautiful eyes beaded with tears but he said nothing.
When they reunited after the war they'd made a promise not to keep any secrets from each other. After having so many obstacles between them it was a gift to be able to tell the truth; to be honest without any fear of being hurt. But then he'd joined the Aurors, where secrecy was mandatory. She'd had to accept there were things she couldn't know about him, just as he'd had to accept that there were things he couldn't share with her - at a time when they had only started sharing their lives, reveling in the promise of the years that lay ahead of them.
He lowered his head and kissed her. Then his hips stilled and then he gave one more push before he came. Then he kissed her again. He eased his body down with his head pillowed on her chest. He stroked the rise of her breast.
"I wish I could," he answered regretfully. His fingers interlaced with hers. She squeezed his hands and kissed the top of his head. They lay quietly for a moment. Then he released her right hand and he moved his hand between their bodies, floating his fingers over the hair between her legs.
Ginny whimpered, nudging him gently with her hips. Gradually his touch became more aggressive, and then her belly was on fire. He caught her mouth with his just as she reached climax, and held the kiss as she came down. Then he kissed her chin and both of her cheeks.
"You will always be safe," he said with absolute certainty and he put his head on her chest.
"Harry-" she started again, but he was already asleep. Ginny lay there for a long time listening to him breathe, wondering why he'd chosen to do this job rather than play Quidditch. She wondered why he couldn't allow himself to just be happy, without having the weight of the world on his shoulders.
But then, she thought, he wouldn't be Harry.
Ginny kissed the top of his head. She stroked his hair, and then she closed her eyes and slept with him in her arms.