Love Takes Time, Part II
Author: OHGinnyfan
Title: Love Takes Time
Challenge: #3 Post Hogwarts: Ginny is alone at the Burrow, planning on having a quiet night. Harry turns up and they finally confess how they feel.
Rating: R - for the sexy ending; This part is the sexy ending
Word Count: around 4,700 total
Notes/Warnings: Thanks so much to all my pre-betas, mmmusings , jenadamson , and jeconais , and my PhoenixSong beta, aggiebell90 , for the final look-through and beta. This piece would be nothing without these fine folks. jeconais especially went the extra mile and helped me fill some huge honking holes in the initial story and came up with the final ending. To him, I am grateful and owe him co-authorship, although he wouldn't take it. *grin*
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Love Takes Time, Part II
“Have you ever thought of moving out?” he asked a few gloriously-passionate minutes later.
“Huh?” she asked, a little taken aback by the question. That’s come out of nowhere.
“You know,” he said, as he placed distracting kisses along her lower lip. “Leave the nest, get your own place.”
“A few times,” she moaned softly, wishing he’d stop with the talking and get back to the kissing. “Why?”
“It’s just that I’ve got this big flat in London; it's on the Floo network and everything.” It was getting harder to follow the trail of his words, when the trail of his left hand was much more interesting, as it inched up her waist.
“And it’s really too big for just one person,” he said, as he moved his head down and nipped at her neck.
She blinked. And then gave herself a mental shake. “Are you asking me to move in with you?” she asked, not sure she was getting his point.
“I don’t know,” he mumbled, tilting her head to one side so he could nibble her collarbone. “But you might want to have a look at it first, before making any decisions.”
She slid her hands up into his hair, holding him against her; she’d spent a number of nights in his flat, both alone and with the others, although she’d never stayed over night. “Why Mr Potter,” she purred, as she suddenly realised what he was asking. “Are you trying to get defenceless little me alone in your den of debauchery for a night of wanton lust?”
Ginny felt him move back and look at her as if all he wanted to do was roll her onto her back right this instant and consume her. Repeatedly. She gulped softly, realising that that he was deadly serious. “Perhaps I could have a bit of a look around,” she whispered. “You know, check that I like the furniture.”
His eyes seemed to darken further as he slowly licked his lips. She was hit with the overwhelming urge to kiss the edge of his tongue, so she gave in, revelling in the freedom she now had with him.
“Need to check the bed, too,” she finished softly, pulling back and looking at him, suddenly feeling vulnerable. “If you don’t mind showing someone with no experience the ropes?”
He gulped audibly, a brief expression of surprise crossing his face, before a profoundly honoured look appeared. “Are you sure?” he asked gently, his hand reaching up, his thumb brushing across her swollen bottom lip.
She nodded, never breaking eye contact with him. She had never been so certain of anything in her life. Of course, her mother would kill her once she found out she was planning on living with Harry. Sleeping with him, too. But that was a thought for a different day, besides, if it did get bad, she now had someone to lean on, not to mention kiss. Repeatedly. Whenever she wanted.
“Well, you know it’s a magic bed,” he said, bringing her out of her thoughts.
“It is?” she asked, leaning her head forward and lightly sucking his thumb.
“Oh yeah,” he groaned, his head going back. “Once you spend the night there, you’ll have to spend nearly every night for the rest of your life sleeping in it.”
“Is it a one person or two person bed?”
“Definitely two,” he whispered. “Just enough room for the two of us.”
She took a deep breath and then smiled at him, shoving her nervousness out of her mind. “I think I need to see how magical this bed is, Harry.”
Harry shot her a smile that would have made her knees weak if she had been standing, and shot to his feet. “I’ll Apparate us there,” he said, grinning boyishly.
“’Kay,” she said, as she unsteadily got to her feet. His arms wrapped around her, and she had to fight to suppress a giggle. It was suddenly very obvious that she wasn’t the only one who had been enjoying the kissing. She pushed her hips forward experimentally and sighed happily as he groaned, “Witch,” in her ear.
“Take me home, Harry,” she commanded. She liked his flat anyway; it just needed a woman’s touch to make it into a home for them. And new curtains. Definitely new curtains.
Ginny felt momentarily disorientated as she was Apparated half way across the country. One day she was going to have to find out just how powerful he was. But not now. Not when his hand was sliding down her back and was showing no sign of stopping. She wished she hadn’t changed now, because the silk of her dressing gown would probably feel a lot better against his hand and her skin.
“Bugger,” he cursed softly, his hand stopping.
“What?” she half moaned, half demanded.
“Hold on,” he said, grabbing her again.
They vanished, appearing back in the Burrow.
“What are we doing back here?” she asked, eyebrow raised in curiosity.
“We forgot something.”
“We did?”
“Oh yeah, something we definitely need,” Harry answered, an intense look on his face.
“What?”
He grinned at her, and kissed her hard; this time his hand didn’t stop as it slid down her back, and she mewled her agreement into his mouth, grinding herself firmly against the impressive bulge she could feel.
He groaned and froze. Just before he Apparated them again, she heard him say one more thing.
“Accio Ginny’s Robe.”