Bathroom Break - H/G - NC-17
Title: Bathroom Break
Author: shocfix
Pairing: Harry/Ginny
Words : 1000
Rating: NC-17

Written for velvethope, as a long distance hug.


Bathroom Break
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Ginny didn’t know if she was woken by the hand that covered her mouth, or the one that slid between her legs.

“Shhh,” someone whispered in her ear, and she bit the hand covering her mouth and hissed, “Harry!”

“Hmmm?” he murmured against her neck, slipping his unbitten hand under the elastic of her panties and trying to wriggle through her tangled curls.

“Are you insane? Hermione is two feet away in the other bed!”

“But I want you, Gin,” he pouted. “Ron is snoring, and his room is too stuffy, and I can’t sleep, and I want you. Want to be inside you.”

She rolled her eyes in the darkness, and cursed her complete and utter inability to say no to the blasted Boy Who Lived. “OK,” she whispered. “But not here, come on.” And, twisting free of his probing fingers, she grabbed his hand and hauled him out of the room.

Looking both ways in the hallway she stopped to think, which was a mistake, because a hand came from behind, to cup her breast, as the other moved her hair aside so his mouth could attach itself to her neck.

“Bathroom,” she gasped, and dragged him after her.

Harry closed the door behind him and cast a swift locking spell, then he swept her up in his arms and buried his face in her hair. Trailing wet kisses down her neck, he carried her to the counter beside the sink and deposited her bottom on it. She wrapped her arms and legs around him and he pulled her body against him, grinding his erection against her.

“Hmmm,” she smiled into his hair, “you do need it!”

He growled deep in his throat and ran one hand down her back, hiking up her nightdress, sliding his hand inside her panties and cupping her bottom. She wriggled against him and he squeezed, hard, causing her to gasp and lift herself off the counter. Taking this opportunity, he tugged her panties down over her bottom, but then, finding further progress hindered by her thighs being spread wide and clamped around his waist, he ripped them apart and tossed them aside.

“Harry!” she admonished.

“I’ll buy you some new ones,” he growled, sucking on her neck. “Sexier ones.”

“Those were my ‘sleeping in the same room as Hermione’ pants!” she complained, but then sighed as his hands travelled up inside her sensible nightdress and cupped her breasts.

“Gin,” he murmured, dropping his face into her cleavage. Then he brightened, “Hey, guys, I’ve missed you!” and he placed a kiss on the curve of each breast.

Ginny snorted, but the clever retort died on her lips as Harry lifted her nightdress higher and bent to press a kiss on her stomach.

Then, dropping to his knees, he pulled her bottom right to the edge of the counter and spread her legs; propping one on his shoulder and one on the sink, he raised his hands and parted her lips.

“Oh!” she gasped, leaning back on one hand to give him better access, as her other hand played with his hair. “Oh, Harry!” she moaned, as he buried his nose in her curls and breathed in the scent of her sex.

She looked down, watching him hold her open with his fingers, watching him gently lapping at her with his tongue. He dipped it inside her, probing her silken walls, which clenched around him. He slid it through her folds, running up each side of her clit in turn, in a rhythm that had her almost hypnotised, until he looked up at her and, as their eyes met, his mouth suddenly closed over it and he sucked, making her buck against him.

“Harry!” she breathed, leaning back on her elbows and spreading her legs wider.

“Mmmm,” he hummed against her skin and her eyes almost rolled up in her head.

“More,” she muttered, and he changed his angle, slipping two fingers inside her and thrusting lazily as he nibbled gently on her clit. “S-suck me,” she managed to whisper, rubbing herself against his face.

He closed his mouth over her clit once more, sucking in unison with his thrusting fingers.

“Ungh, more, please.” And she reached down with one hand, slipping her fingers into his mouth and rubbing her clit with a frantic rhythm that he picked up with his own hand inside her, sucking strongly on her fingers and her clit until she stiffened under his mouth and arched painfully against him.

Without letting her ride out her climax, he got to his feet, lowering his pyjama bottoms and thrusting inside her while she still shook with aftershocks.

Her eyes fluttered open to watch him hold her by the hips and grind against her.

“Yes,” she murmured.

Their eyes met and he smiled and then looked down her body, and she could almost feel the path of his gaze burn into her skin as it passed her breasts, her belly, and came to rest on the point where their bodies were joined.

“Fuck me,” she whispered, wrapping her legs firmly round him and he groaned and something let loose inside him and he held her tight and thrust hard and deep into her.

She watched his face flush as he buried himself up to the hilt and it didn’t take many more strokes before he grunted and stilled, gasping as his hips jerked against her and he spilled himself inside her.

Collapsing forward, he rested his face between her breasts and murmured incoherently into her skin.

She unwrapped her legs and tried to sit up and he slipped free, standing between her parted thighs and gathering her to him. “Oh, Gin,” he whispered into her hair. “So good. Always so good.”

She smiled against his neck, and kissed the pulse beating frantically under the hot skin.

“You will be the death of me, Harry Potter, leading me astray like that in my mother’s house!”

He pulled back and pouted at her. “I hate sleeping apart from you, you know that. I think your mum is mean!”

She shook her head and laughed at his ridiculous pout. “Well, you know she’s got a full house! Ron has you and the twins in with him, all the grandchildren are sharing the twins’ old room, I have Hermione in with me.”

“Yes, but keeping a man and his wife apart – it just isn’t right – what d’you say we leave the kids with your mum when we go home tomorrow?”