A/N: A little steamy story for the wonderful Wildcat as part of the Harry and Ginuary Gift Exchange! I hope you enjoy!
Harry handed Ron the file and holstered his wand. "We're so on vacation it's not even funny. Only call if the world is about to end. I need this break."
And he did. The last six months had been chaotic, taking down a serial killer. Add to it Gin's first season as a starter and it was amazing the Potters had managed to get more than an hour together without being passed out cold on their bed, and their bed was being underutilized in the saddest way. If they managed anything, life and reality barged in before the afterglow had even begun.
"Have you told Ginny yet?" Ron took the file and tucked it in his desk drawer.
"She still doesn't know, but I'm going to pick her up right now." Harry chuckled. "You wouldn't believe how much weight I had to throw to convince Gwenog that she didn't need Gin for the first week of the off-season training.
Ron snorted, "You're full of it."
Harry chuckled, "Just don't ask questions when the Harpies' training room gets some new equipment."
Ron laughed loudly and waved Harry off as moved for the Apparition point.
Harry popped to the Harpies' office and nodded to the receptionist as he strode the familiar path towards the locker room, choosing a bit of wall to rest against as he waited for Ginny to walk out the door and hoping she wouldn't be too disappointed at not getting to go out with the team to celebrate the end of the season.
He chuckled as some of the players walked out and cat-called. He and Gin had something of a reputation among the team, and while he still felt some of the uneasiness of embarrassment, he mostly enjoyed their good-natured teasing. Then he smirked as Gin walked out and they only fueled the flames by her moving swiftly into his arms.
"Hey stranger," she pressed a light kiss to his lips and Harry followed her retreating mouth.
"I'm kidnapping you," he murmured against her before kissing her more seriously, sliding his tongue along her bottom lip before nipping her with his teeth.
"You have time for kidnapping?" She ran her fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck and pressed her curves against him.
Harry slid a hand under her shirt and up her back as he moved to kiss along her jawline. "Ron and I closed the case yesterday. I have a Portkey and packed bags at home ready to send us to that private island Fleur went on and on about last Christmas."
Ginny pulled back with wide eyes, "If you're kidding I'm going bat bogey hex you into next year."
Harry shook his head, "I told Ron not to let anyone contact us unless the world is ending and I've already cleared this with Gwenog. It's you and me and no one else for the next week on a private island resort."
Ginny's smile blossomed on her face before she pressed forward, kissing him in a fervor, her hands pushing under his shirt, her breath coming in quick gasps as she seemed intent on devouring him in the corridor. And Harry met her fervor with his own. It felt like ages since he'd held her like this, felt her fire, the way she made his blood burn and his mind push out the world.
"Get her out of here, Potter." Gwenog's voice sounded nearby.
Harry reluctantly pulled away and rested his forehead against Gin's.
"You heard the boss," Ginny grinned.
Harry pushed them off of the wall behind him and took her hand. "Let's go, the sooner we get home the sooner I can activate our Portkey."
"Don't forget your promise, Potter," Gwenog called as they moved to the Apparition point.
"What promise?" Ginny quirked an eyebrow at him.
Harry pushed his free hand in his hair. "I'll tell you later."
Ginny went to protest, but Harry turned and took them home.
"Portkey is right here," he led her to the water bottle standing next to the two suitcases near the fireplace.
"So you're not going to tell me?" Ginny laughed and took hold of her suitcase handle and held out her hand.
"We're just helping make up the difference for some new equipment for the team." Harry tried to sound confident, and Ginny laughed.
"I wondered how you'd convinced Gwenog to let me go for a week."
"She's ridiculous, you know," Harry shook his head. "She seemed to think I was being a baby about having not seen you properly in months."
"I mean, you did just plan a spur-of-the-moment vacation in one day." Ginny grabbed his hand as he picked up the water bottle.
Harry looked down at her with a quirked brow. "You didn't seem to mind when I told you."
"I never said I wasn't appreciative," Ginny pressed up and kissed his cheek. "So let's do this."
Harry kissed her lips, savoring the taste of her, then activated the Portkey.
They landed in the middle of a bungalow and Harry felt the breeze of the salt air blow the weight off of his shoulders.
Ginny hummed and moved to the bed at the far end of the bungalow. "You're a genius, you know?"
She sprawled out on the bed, kicking her shoes off and onto the floor. Harry shrugged out of his Auror robes and removed his shoes as he followed his wife. "Genius, eh?"
"Yes," she sighed and closed her eyes. "This is exactly what I needed."
Harry moved his fingers along the hem of her shirt. "Just this? Nothing more?"
It was the slightest change of her expression, one he'd learned to recognize after years together. It was the slightest uptick of the left side of her mouth combined with her shifting her face to look at him. It was all the sign he needed that they were of the same mind.
"Was there something you had in mind?" Her voice was almost bored, but her eyes sparkled up at him.
Harry shifted to align his body along hers and then slipped his hand under her shirt, tracing his fingers along her stomach. "Nothing specific, but in a general sense yes."
Ginny's eyes fluttered closed. "Does your general sense include more of this?"
Harry chuckled, "Yes, and a few other things as well." He moved his hand high enough to tease her before sliding his hand back down to her navel.
It was the slightest arch of her back, a barely-there upward tilt of her hips, combined with Ginny's hum of approval had Harry letting out a long slow breath.
Ginny blinked open her eyes again and smirked at him. "Are you going to make it at this pace?"
"I might speed things up at some point, but right now I like this pace."
Ginny reached her hand up and cupped the back of his neck, pulling him down for a kiss that was far from the teasing pace he'd originally set.
"We can speed up," she murmured against him, "We have all week for slow."
Harry moved to kiss along her jaw and her neck.
"Are you sure?" He murmured behind her ear and smirked as she arched into him.
"Damnit, Harry, take a hint!"
Ginny pulled his mouth back to hers and kissed him, plunging her tongue into his mouth before sliding the tip around his lips. Then her hands were shoving his shirt up his torso and Harry pulled away to pull it over his head. The fervor that they'd felt in the corridor returning tenfold as clothes fell away and finally they were reunited without the urgency of the past few months, without the exhaustion, without the stress, without the heaviness of knowing that reality would be waiting for them the moment they opened their eyes.
Harry kissed up Ginny's neck as he shifted his weight off of her.
"I love you," he murmured in her ear before pulling away to see the dreamy smile that he only saw in these moments. The smile that was all for him, because of him.
"I love you too," she pulled him down and kissed him, slowly, caressing.
"We should probably send for dinner," Harry spoke against her.
Ginny hummed and continued kissing him. "And I want to swim in the ocean."
Harry smirked against her, "I think I'd like to swim with you in the ocean."
"And lay on the beach?" Ginny asked as her hands slid up and down his arms and chest.
"I think I'd rather enjoy that as well." Harry shifted to lie against her, tracing her hip bone with his fingers. "As long as we work in time for some slower fun of this sort."
Ginny grinned up at him, "I was suggesting that slow would be involved in the swimming and the sunbathing."
"And you called me a genius," Harry chuckled before slanting his lips over hers again.
"Where do you think you learnt it from?" Ginny nipped at his lip. "Now go get me food."
Harry slid his hands around to hold her against his chest for a moment, breathing her in and savoring the fact that this was their next week, the two of them, together with no other cares as she tucked her head into the crook of his shoulder.
"Alright," Harry kissed the top of her head. "Dinner."
"And then more of this," Ginny shifted against him and sighed into his chest.
Harry chuckled and reluctantly untangled himself from her. "Keep that up and I'm going to completely forget about the food."
"Fine," Ginny gave him a push. "Go find me food, and don't forget the pudding."
"I'm not enough of a pudding for you?" He teased as he pulled a pair of joggers from his suitcase.
Ginny laughed sprawled out luxuriously against the pillows, her hair splayed in every direction, her body completely relaxed in a way Harry had missed over the last few months.
"Why don't you see if there's a pudding that would work with those slow plans you had?"
Harry paused mid pulling up the leg of his joggers and looked up to stare at his very alluring wife. "You really are the genius."
"Don't forget it, Potter." She blew him a kiss. "Now hurry, I'm hungry."
Harry moved to the bed to kiss her instead, sliding his hands across her chest and into her hair. "I might have to have pudding first then."
"We're on vacation, I think it's a rule to have pudding first." Ginny slid her hand along the waistband of his joggers. "Now go get me food, Potter." She gripped his bum before pushing him away.
Harry groaned but moved for the door to call for the house-elf assigned to their bungalow. With any luck, Ginny would want pudding first with every meal they had on this vacation.