A/N: It's the lovely deadwoodpecker's birthday, so I wrote her a little something close to her favorite alley of writing. Happy birthday, darling!
Ginny sighed and looked out the back door window at the beautiful sunny day. She'd chosen to work on this article at the kitchen table instead of her office to take advantage of the sunlight pouring in, even donning an old Harpie's training tank top in hopes of basking just a little in the warmth of summer's approach.
These last few weeks before Hogwarts finished always had Ginny excited, but also trying to stock up on the peace that permeated their home during the school year. And looking out at how beautiful the day outside was, Ginny toyed with the idea that maybe it would be better to push the article off for tomorrow and go enjoy the weather.
Her view of the sun-filled garden was suddenly interrupted by the specimen of her husband with the push mower. But it wasn't the push mower that actually caught her attention, it was the fact that Harry was topless that had shifted her focus completely away from the quill in her hand and parchment on the table. The sun was already causing a sheen on his tanned skin and Ginny suddenly struggled to remember why she was sitting at the kitchen table in the first place.
Harry looked over and caught her eye, his smile quickly shifting to a smirk. He waved his wand at the mower and moved to the back door.
"Enjoying the view, Gin?"
Harry's smirk seemed to remind her why she was at the kitchen table, that or her elbow slipping and nearly knocking the inkpot over might have been the reason, but she glared at him all the same.
"Must you walk around topless when I have work to do?"
"That article isn't due until Tuesday," Harry looked back at the mower to be sure it wasn't time to turn it before continuing to eye her. "And you like when I walk around without my shirt on."
Ginny set her quill down and smirked back at Harry. "I have no idea what you're talking about."
Harry ran his hand through his hair, "Really? There was once a time where you asked to come home from all your matches to me topless."
Ginny didn't manage to keep her smirk from shifting to a wicked grin. She had said that once, and Harry had taken it to heart.
"I'm sure I was drunk."
He nodded in agreement, "On me."
"Oh, Merlin! Did you really just say that?!" Ginny laughed and pushed her parchment away.
Harry looked back at the mower and turned it with his wand. "I just speak the truth, Gin."
"Are you trying to seduce me?" Ginny laughed harder and pushed her chair back a bit from the table.
"Depends," Harry took a step further into the doorway and beckoned her to him, "Is it working?"
Ginny growled but she did stand up from the table. "Only because you're topless. That line was repulsive."
"Noted," Harry stepped closer, "But you're still over there."
"And you're still over there."
"In the sunshine that you know you want to be in." Harry countered.
She hated it when he was right.
"I'm only coming over there for the sunshine."
Harry's eyes danced behind his glasses as she walked towards him, "And I'm topless."
"Fine yes, and you're topless."
Harry looked far too pleased with himself as he stepped aside from the door and motioned her outside. "After you, Mrs. Potter."
Ginny indulged herself as she passed him and ran her fingers along his chest, tracing the sculpting that was still present only because of the Auror training he'd instigated himself all those years ago. Her smile widened when Harry shivered under her touch.
"Why thank you, Mr. Potter." She slid her fingers along the waistband of his jeans as she walked out and moved to the oversized hammock.
Harry turned the push mower again before gathering the first two rows of clippings into a pile near the bin.
"You're rather handy to have around." Ginny laid back and smiled as the sun kissed her face, neck, and shoulders.
Harry laughed and moved to slowly swing her hammock back and forth. "I'm rather fond of that compliment."
"Well, you've earned it in so many areas, I would hope you at least appreciated it." Ginny closed her eyes to the sun shining above Harry's head.
Harry didn't respond, but Ginny's breath caught as she felt his fingers play momentarily with her wedding ring before moving slow and sure up her arm to her shoulder. His hand took hold of the strap of her shirt and pulled just slightly.
"I like where your head's at." She murmured.
Harry's response was a lie rumble. "It's rather unfair, that I'm topless and you aren't."
"Tit for tat, eh?"
"Something like that," Harry pulled a bit more on her shirt strap. "I think I want to insist on some equality in this situation."
Ginny pushed her shoulder up for him to slide the strap over her shoulder. "Insist on my state of undress?"
Harry hummed affirmatively as he slid his hand up her other arm to grip the strap still on her shoulder. "Feel free to make your own demands, I'm happy to oblige."
"See this is seduction," Ginny lifted her other shoulder for him to slide the strap down. "And my first demand is that you join me here." She batted open her eyes to smile up at Harry and patted the hammock.
Harry's eyes darkened as he waved his wand at the push mower and she heard it stop. "I'm happy to join you, once you've joined me." He gave her shirt hem a tug.
Ginny pushed up to sit and pulled her tank over her head, now coterminous with her husband.
"Better?"
"So much." Harry slid into the hammock with her and pulled her down to his lips.