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Alone At Last
His arms were around her in a moment, his lips on hers.
Mouths opened, tongues met.
Heat, spice, Ginny.
Scent surrounded him.
Sunshine, flowers, chocolate chip cookies.
Hands traveled the length of her back, pulling her close.
Having her in his arms was heaven. Her rounded softness cushioned his hardness. Whisper-soft whimpers, low moans and murmurs.
Her hands tangled in his hair, fisted in his shirt, flattened against the bare skin of his him as hers. Always hers. Forever hers.
They kissed and kissed, alone at last.
Harry pulled away, resting his forehead against Ginny's. "Hi."
"Hi."
~ Fin ~