Sigh. This story is so uninteresting. I'm really earning my money making this into something worth reading, she thought as she stared at the blank sheet of parchment on her desk. Ginny had been assigned to write about the seahorse fishing tournament which was possibly the most boring sport in the history of the world. This year the international event was being held at Loch Ness and she drew the short stick in the office and was assigned to cover it. For the tournament, the fishermen attached lines to their wands with the flobberworms as bait and dropped the lines deep into the loch. And then they waited. For hours, days even, until a school of seahorses swam by. The winner was determined by the first person to catch a rare shiny sea horse. But in between it was just a matter of waiting. This was particularly frustrating because nothing was happening on the surface of the water except watching the fishermen, competition officials, other reporters, and fans. All of the action was happening many leagues deep under the surface.

The tournament had wrapped up in the early hours this morning after four torturously boring days of sitting by the edge of the lake, staring, glassy-eyed into the lake willing a seahorse to be caught and taking short naps in a nearby tent so she wouldn't miss the precious few minutes of action when it finally happened. It had been cold and damp and generally unpleasant, but that may have also been her annoyance at having been assigned to this event at all.

Ginny was currently in her home office trying to figure out how to start this article and have it ready for publication in The Prophet tomorrow. But all she could think about was how much she missed Harry. Their schedules had been out of sync the last couple of weeks or so. He was busy with a case that had him working long hours and then she got stuck covering this fishing tournament. They had kept in touch with their small, two-way mirrors, but the calls were brief and unfulfilling because there was so little time. And then because the tournament took so long, Ginny missed her window of time to spend any quality time with him. Last night he left for a diplomatic tour to New York with Hermione to meet with MACUSA officials and wouldn't be home for several more days. The travel and time apart was nothing new in their relationship. Over the years there had been times when they were together more and other times when they were apart more, but it was never easy. When Ginny was playing for the Harpies she travelled a lot and Harry travelled due to his cases with the Aurors. There was less travel when the kids were young and still at home, at least for Ginny, but then they were busy as the parents of young children and all that that entailed. But this time was different. This was the first time in their marriage where Ginny was alone like this. Usually, she was so busy with kids and work, but ever since Lily went off to Hogwarts a couple of months ago, Ginny felt Harry's absence more keenly.

And she wanted sex. She was exhausted but during her brief naps, she kept having dreams about Harry showing up and making mad, passionate love to her in the tent. Even these dreams were a little strange because she was sharing the magical tent with the small group of reports assigned to cover the tournament. She would awake with her knickers soaked and feeling frustrated and unsatisfied and slightly concerned that someone had heard her moaning. Luckily for Ginny, the reporters were napping in shifts so she was usually alone when she awoke.

But now that she was back home in her office, those feelings had intensified. She glanced over at the mirror she used to communicate with Harry which was in front of her on the desk. They had a quick chat earlier in the day as he was getting ready for his meetings today. With the time difference, she didn't expect to hear from him again for several hours.

Ginny leaned back in her chair and propped her bare feet on the desktop. Staring at the ceiling she tried to gather and focus her thoughts, but all she could think about was the tingling feeling she felt between her legs. Out of the corner of her eye, she thought she noticed something glowing but instead of trying to figure out what was glowing, she was distracted by the shivering awareness in her body, centered at her core. She wiggled her hips around in the chair in an attempt to accentuate the sensations. She closed her eyes for a moment reveling in the delicious sense of anticipation. Her fingertips brushed between her legs on top of her black leggings. She was surprised at the intensity of her feelings. She couldn't remember the last time that she had been this aroused without a chance for release. Sod it. I just need to relieve myself and then I'll be able to focus. She reached down and slid her leggings and knickers off. Then, she propped her feet on the desk so her legs were spread wide and her hand slipped down to her folds. Her hand started by spreading her wetness all over her folds. Gently, she began to touch her nub while imagining that it was Harry touching her. Caressing herself with more purpose, she felt her excitement build.

She remembered the time that they made love on this very desk after he had returned from work to find her here writing. He had kissed her fervently before laying her out on the desk and pushing inside of her. Ginny stroked her nub in a circular motion and moaned. Her head tipped back further as she bucked her hips upward against her hand to get the friction just right. Her free hand rested on her leg before moving up to knead her breast through her shirt. She was close, she knew. She fantasized about the feeling of Harry's lips on hers, nipping her neck as he thrust inside of her. She pressed her head into the top of the chair as all the muscles in her body tightened so that her hips lifted into the air. She held her breath and bit her lip in anticipation of her climax. Her hand rubbed her clit faster and faster and then she groaned in release. Her entire body shuddered as the waves of pleasure coursed all the way to her toes. All of the tension had drained out of her body and she now slouched in the chair. She sat in that position for a few moments catching her breath and soaking in the afterglow of her orgasm. Her feet were on the desk with her legs spread wide while she stared up at the ceiling, panting.

"Well, well, well. This is definitely a welcome sight."

Ginny's whole body jerked at the sound and because of her awkward position, she fell into a heap on the floor. She allowed herself to lay on the floor for a few seconds before gathering herself and climbing back into her chair and trying to arrange herself to look somewhat put together.

"I take it you missed me, love?" Harry smirked from the small mirror.

"Ummmm. Yes? How are you doing? Wait. What are you doing? I thought you were busy with meetings?" Ginny had not expected to hear from her husband at this time, but maybe she could take advantage of this.

"Ah well, we had a brief break. The MACUSA officials had some emergency and our meetings are on pause for a bit. Hopefully only an hour or so." Harry looked at his wife through the two-way mirror, but he was far less excited by the current view which was only of her clothed, upper half. "I felt like our conversation earlier was …unsatisfying. I guess you felt the same," he chuckled. "Please, don't let me disturb your activities."

"Uh, well. Yeah. I was so randy!" she blurted out. Ginny picked up the mirror and brought it close to her face so she could look Harry in the eye. "I've missed you so much, not just the sex, but you. It just feels like we've been going in different directions and I miss spending time with you. Talking to you. And, yes, the sex, too."

Harry heard the earnestness in her voice and understood. He had been feeling similarity which is why when he had this break he had called her hoping to get more time for them to connect, though not expecting to find her like this. "I know, love," he agreed. "But I have some time now. Do you want to talk or you can continue your activities?" he playfully leered at her. "Maybe I can join you for this round? We can do it together." His voice deepened. "Remember like when we used to especially those first couple of years you were with the Harpies and I was working a lot? We can engorgio the mirrors for a better view," he smirked.

Ginny felt a pulsing between her thighs at the thought of enlarging the mirrors and watching each other. She didn't want to appear too eager, even though she was. . "Hmmm. I've already had my bit of fun, I don't want to distract you from your job," she replied, trying to appear to contemplate his suggestion all the while knowing that she would acquiesce.

"I'll show you mine, you've already shown me yours," he declared, his voice had a deep timbre to it which she knew was indicative of his state of arousal.

"Fine. You first then." With that, Ginny did a quick engorio charm on her mirror and levitated it to float in front of her so that Harry would have the perfect view when she put her feet back on the desk. Harry did the same, but, as he was in a hotel room, he positioned the expanded mirror in front of his bed with a flick of his wrist. When Harry just stood there staring at her, Ginny prompted him. "Go ahead, love. Show me what you've got."

Harry had already removed his robes before he contacted his wife, but now he hurriedly began tossing his shoes off and clawing at the buttons on his shirt before he heard her say, "Slowly. I know that we have limited time, but don't rush is so much."

"So, you want to be teased? Slow and deliberate? You'll be begging me for it before I'm done with you."

"HA! You won't last that long."

"We'll see," he smirked.

"Indeed we shall."

Harry reached his hand to his belt, this time unbuckling it at a leisurely pace. Ginny leaned forward in her chair for a better look. He pulled the belt out of the belt loops, grabbed the two ends in one hand, and snapped the belt together so it made a cracking sound. "Maybe when I get home I should use this to keep you in place for everything that I plan to do to you. When I make you beg. Again."

"Pfft." She rolled her eyes and tossed her hair over her shoulders striving for an air of nonchalance. "First of all," she held up her index finger and began counting off her points, "we both know that there are better ways to restrain someone other than that belt. And second, we both know that you will be the one begging for it."

Harry's lips quirked derisively, but he kept quiet and tossed the belt aside before pulling the tails of his shirt out of his trousers. His movements were aching slow and deliberate. "Hmmm, should I start at the top of the shirt or the bottom of the shirt to unbutton it? Which is your preference, love?"

"Ugh. The top, of course, dear. You always safe the best for last." Ginny waggled her eyebrows at her husband. She had gained a modicum of control of herself, but she knew it was tenuous at best.

"As you wish," he replied as he returned to his shirt buttons. One button undone. Two buttons undone. Three. With each button he slid through its hole, he watched his wife becoming more mesmerized and increasingly impatient with his unhurried pace. He could tell he was starting to unbutton faster as he got further down. When his shirt was finally fully unbuttoned, Harry let his shirt hang open so Ginny could see his well-defined chest and abs. Growing up he had been a scrawny kid partly because of genetics, but largely because of the lack of care he received from the Dursleys. And then there was that time when he spent nine months on the run and the food was minimal. But since that time, he'd had access to proper food and physically trained to become stronger. Harry would never have an overly-muscled physique, but he had worked hard to gain definition over the years. While he maintained his body because it made him feel better, there was the ancillary benefit that his wife appreciated his form as well.

Ginny was practically drooling at the sight of her husband half undressed. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she thought I know it's been a while since we've had sex, but what is wrong with me? I'm like a nymphomaniac. But even as the thought flitted into her head it flitted out nearly as quickly because she was distracted by the image of Harry languidly removing the shirt from his shoulders and tossing it out of her view.

His hands reached down to the fly of his trousers and paused. "I see you panting there, love. Practically gagging for it. Do you think you can handle it?"

At this provocation, Ginny leaned back in her chair and lifted her legs to cross them on the desk in a self-satisfied posture. She heard Harry's breath catch in his throat. She was still naked from the waist down, but she had positioned herself so that he could not see her intimate parts, but the creamy length of her legs from the side. She reclined in the chair with her hand folded on her midsection. Looking Harry in the eye with a smug grin on her face, she countered, "Looks like you're the one who's gagging for it."

A mild flush of annoyance and arousal crept up Harry's body. With determination, his hands reached for his trousers again and this time he successfully unfastened them and gently unzipped the fly over his erection. He let the trousers slide down landing on the floor in a pool of fabric, leaving Harry standing in nothing but his boxers. Hooking his thumbs in the waistband of the boxers, he let them drift down his legs to join the trousers on the floor. Ginny leaned forward in her chair which was a challenge since her legs were still propped up on the desk.

Finally. Harry stood in front of the mirror completely exposed for his wife. He lazily stroked his hardness. Taking it in his hand he held it up for her to see. Her eyes widened with delight and excitement as she took in the sight of him.

"Your turn, love. I fulfilled my side of the deal," Harry felt like he was barely able to get the words out of his mouth. He desperately just wanted to get on with it. He was ready to explode. He was concerned that any wrong move of his hand would result in this all being over far more quickly than he had hoped.

Ginny glanced at his face for a noticed Harry was biting his lip in an attempt to control his movements. Which one of us will yield first? she wondered. And then in an instant, she knew it would be her. Even though she had taken care of herself just before Harry called, she wanted it so badly. She was gagging for it. She knew she had been able to maintain a semblance of outward control, but now she wanted to get on with it and satisfy them both. If she was going to yield and lose this game that they were playing, she would do it on her terms.

"Harry, I surrender."

"What? What are you talking about?"

"I want it, I want you, so much. So, I surrender. But here are the terms of my surrender. I am going to… pleasure myself while you watch. Then I want to watch you. And if I feel like it, I may have another go myself. Deal?"

"What happened to change your mind?"

She got to her feet, placing her hand flat on the desk, and leaned forward. "You," she stated simply while maintaining eye contact through the mirror. Despite the distance of thousands of miles, she felt so close to her husband in this moment. "Now, lay down on the bed and make yourself comfortable. I will not have as much patience as you did, but I hope you can still enjoy the show."

Ginny stood up tall and pulled her shirt over her head and tossed it into the corner of the room. She was left in only her bra. It was a practical bra that was light pink in color, but it did its job to lift and support her breasts and had a little lacy decorative edge on the top of the cups that still made her feel sexy. She cupped her breasts through the fabric and massaged them a bit. She reached behind her and unfastened the clasp and let the garment slip down her arms and fall to the floor.

Harry gazed intently on his wife in her full glory. She had stepped back from the desk just enough so that he had a view of her top half until the middle of her thighs. He paused for a moment to take in her whole body, starting with her head. Her vibrant ginger hair fell just past her shoulders. It was slightly tousled. The tresses shone in the sunlight that streamed through the windows. His gaze drifted to her face. Her normally pale skin was flushed by her excitement making her freckles less obvious. Arousal had deepened the color of her brown eyes to something which reminded Harry of freshly brewed coffee. Her nostrils flared in anticipation. Her lips were curved into a naughty grin. His eyes wandered to her shapely shoulders and down her chest to revel in her breasts. Ginny was definitely a woman and not a girl. Her body had given birth to their three children and that was brilliant to him; knowing the life that they had built together. Her breasts were still full and round, but Harry knew they were not as firm as they used to be. He noticed the tiny, silvery stretch marks that covered the sides of her breasts, leading to the rosy pink areolas in the center. The nipples were hard little nubs from their foreplay. Her stomach was slightly convex and her hips were pleasantly curvaceous, both with the same slivery stretch marks. His gaze stopped at the apex of her milky thighs. He couldn't pull his eyes away from the neatly trimmed patch of red curls framed by her pale skin.

Ginny put her palms flat on the desk and leaned forward, her breasts swaying forward with the movement, calling Harry's attention to them again. "Had time to look your fill yet, Potter?" she questioned with an amused tone.

"Never," he firmly responded.

"Well, it will have to be enough for now because I'm ready for my turn." Ginny sat back down in the chair and settled herself with her legs on the desk facing the mirror.

Harry caught his breath at the sight. His wife looked so beautiful sitting in the chair with her legs propped up and he could see directly into her center. He watched her hands move down her body to touch her most intimate parts. His breathing increased as she used one hand to separate her lower lips and the other hand dipped inside. He could already see the moisture that remained from her earlier activities. Slowly, she began to swirl her fingers on her nub. Harry grasped his hardened, elongated penis in his hand and gently brushed the tip to spread the fluid leaking out. He wanted so badly to come right now, but he had promised Ginny that she got to go first. Her fingers started to increase their pace while with the other hand she pushed down the hood onto her clitoris to increase the sensations. In the background, Harry could hear Ginny moaning in pleasure. He knew she must be getting close. Her whole body was shaking from the tension. Her fingers moved faster and faster as she lifted her hips reaching for the completion. Then she screamed out in pleasure. He watched her scrunched face as the waves of satisfaction washed over her entire body. Ginny fell back into the chair and gave a contented sigh.

"Ahhhh. That was quite lovely," she moaned. She pinned Harry with her stare. "Your turn, my love. I know you must have to get back soon."

"Unfortunately, yes. I don't have much more time."

Ginny lowered her legs and leaned forward towards the mirror resting her forearms and breasts on the desk. "I'm ready when you are. Anything I can do to help?" she asked innocently while ogling her husband's erect penis.

Harry gulped. "Nope. I think I'm ready. I'm pretty close as it is," he replied as he stroked himself.

After all these years, Ginny was still fascinated with the male anatomy, especially that which belonged to her husband. She took in the sight of the glistening tip, down his thick length where his hand had grasped and was moving up and down faster and faster. She could see the tension in his whole body and how his hand pulled tighter over his member as he got closer and closer to his own climax. Then it happened. His face changed. The tension was suddenly released as he called out her name and she saw the strands of semen shooting from his body. His body laid limp on the bed while he caught his breath.

Harry came onto his elbows and looked at his wife through the mirror and heaved a sigh. "I've got to get ready for this meeting. I need to be professional and not have the 'I-just-got-laid' look about me. I miss you. I love you and I'll be home soon, ok?"

"Me, too. I can't wait to celebrate your return."

The connection was closed and Ginny felt even more distracted than before, but she knew she had to get back to work. In the corner of the room, she noticed the glowing again and this time realized that it was the crown sculpture that Hermione and Ron had given her. This was not the first time she had noticed that it seemed to have some sort of power of arousal. Where would be a fun place to put it when Harry returned? She would have to give that some thought.

Author's Note: I tried to have this beta read, but my beta reader said that he was "too distracted" to give it a proper read. HA! I'm extra glad for Grammarly in these situations. I hope that you are equally as...distracted. :)

Hey, Hung, happy birthday you crazy dragon! I know your birthday is pretty much over for you, but in my time zone, there's still time.