Harry Potter had never lived alone. From life at the Dursleys, summers at the Burrow, months in a tent, years in a dormitory and then living with Ron during his first year at auror training, there was always, always someone around.

It's not that he didn't like it, but at time, he craved some alone time in his own house. So, when Hermione and Ron announced they were moving out of Grimmauld Place and into their own flat, he actually breathed a sigh of relief.

Of course, he still had Ginny living with him but that was different in every way. The intimacy of living with his partner, his lover, his best friend, was everything he had imagined.

Ginny often had early morning starts at Holyhead, and Harry quite enjoyed easing into the morning at his own pace, with just the wireless for company. And there was nothing like coming home to the one you love to find she had started dinner, or planned on take away, as they compared their days and caught up on news of family and friends.

He missed her like crazy when she began playing for the main team, no longer a reserve, but their reunions more than made up for that. And when he was away on rare overnight assignments, or cases that required him away for days, he'd find little notes from her in his belongings, letting him know she loved him and missed him so much.

There were afternoons of just lazing around the house in just their underwear, there were nights when he'd wake in a sweat and she'd gather him to her chest, whispering over and over that it was okay, that he was all right, that she was there, would always be there. Her heartbeat would set him at ease, and he'd manage to sleep the rest of the night but be a broody prat the next day.

Likewise, he was glad he could be there to hold her when she had a nightmare, usually the same one, and he'd be the one to whisper, he was there, he was alive, he was there, he was alive, till it almost became a mantra.

There were nights of the sweetest lovemaking, there were afternoons of hot sex and there was times when it was just hard passionate fucking wherever they happened to be.

As he wandered into the kitchen this morning, he saw her there, sipping from a glass as she looked out the window.

The sun's rays crept over her head, shining like golden crimson and the knickers and tank top she wore showcased her toned body.

She was everything he wanted for the rest of his life.

Unable to bear being away from her any longer, he walked silently to her, pressing against her back.

He nuzzled against her neck, one hand on her hip. "Morning," he said softly, nipping at her ear as his other hand found her bra-less breast and tweaked her nipple.

She smiled. "It was a very good morning...lover," she purred, pressing back against his growing bulge.

His hand lowered her knickers before lowering his own.

"I think it's going to be a very good afternoon too," he whispered in her ear.

" Mmm hmm," she murmured her agreement, wiggling naughtily.

He lightly smacked her firm arse. "Turn around," he ordered.

She took another swallow of water and placed the glass down before she defiantly said,

"No."

And then she bent over and spread her legs apart.

He hissed in delight and took himself in hand, guiding himself to her entry. Simulatenously they groaned their appreciation for their joining, as he began to move in and out of her slick folds.

She began to talk dirty, and Harry was surprised how much of a tun on it was.

"Yeah, fuck me, Harry, harder, harder," she began to chant.

Harry held both her hips in his hand as he moved faster and harder, feeling his body prepare to climax already.

"Come for me, Gin," he panted.

She grunted, pressing hard back against him as her own hand drifted down to finger her clit and she moaned.

Harry let go of one of her hips to fondle her breasts, and that was all it took for her to cry out and tighten her inner muscles as she came, and he followed soon after, his thrusts slowing with each one. Even when soft, he stayed inside her as their breathing evened out, whispering words of love to each other.

Yes, living with Ginny was infinitely better than living alone, just for the perks alone!