Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, or it's characters, this is merely a work of fanfiction.
A/N: This is just pure smut, since it's their bonding night, and a little plot at the end in case I decide to continue this story.
Henrietta began pulling at the hem of Kingsley's shirt. She had waited so long. She needed to feel Kingsley's skin under her fingertips. She worked at the buttons of his shirt, and slid it off him.
She looked at his defined abs for mere seconds before she was pulled back into his arms. Her hands ran over the muscles of his back as he kissed her neck. His name fell from her lips in a moan, a desperate plea that had him losing his senses.
"This has to go," Kingsley pleaded, plucking at the fabric of her gown.
Henrietta gave him a teasing smirk as she stood to her feet, and rounded the desk, further away from him. She worked her hands behind her, fiddling with the zipper as she kept his gaze. She slowly began to work it down as Kingsley looked at her, his eyes aflame.
"You know Kingsley, if you're considering a Marriage Law, you really need to set a good example."
Her crimson gown hit the floor, and Henrietta stepped out of it. She was left in a red lace lingerie set, and her black stilettos. The strapless bra and red thong had Kingsley's mouth watering. He needed to taste her.
"Meaning?" He asked, walking towards her slowly.
"You need the birth rate to pick up?"
He stopped in his steps. His eyes locked onto hers.
"Yes."
"Then we should start trying right away."
She had that smirk back on her face. The one that made him forget how to think.
"You want to give me an Heir?"
She nodded, batting her eyes demurely.
Kingsley groaned as he strode towards her. She was driving him insane. He pulled her into his arms, and consumed her in a kiss. He let his hands roam over her skin, cherishing how she mewled and curled around him.
He grabbed her ass in his large hand, and she hitched one leg up around him instinctively. He grabbed the other and lifted her up. She wrapped her arms around his neck as she kissed him. He brushed a thumb over her nipple, and she pressed harder against him.
"Etta," he whispered in her ear.
"Yes Kings?"
"I can't hold back anymore. Are you ready?"
She nodded her head, placing hurried kisses on his shoulders. Kingsely closed his eyes, and focused, as did Etta. He listened to the beat of his heart, to the thrum of his magic. He located a strand of it in his core, pure and golden, and focused on pushing it into Henrietta, still held in his arms.
Henrietta did the same, and gasped at the feeling of the exchange. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she felt Kingsley's magic enter her magical core. Kingsley stumbled towards his desk, overwhelmed by the bonding magic.
He opened his eyes a few seconds later. Henrietta's green eyes were sparkling up at him. She was sitting on the edge of his desk. They were bonded now. It would be recorded by the Ministry, and all over the paper's by the morning, but tonight belonged to them alone.
"Lay back," Kingsley ordered.
"Why?" Henrietta smiled challengingly as she leaned back on the heels of her hands.
"I meant it when I said I wanted to take care of you. That starts now. Now lay down, hips at the edge."
"Yes Minister."
Kingsley groaned as she laid back on her elbows. That title had never once turned him on. He had been called it by endless people, but something about the way Henrietta's lips caressed the title, made him need her even more.
"Careful Etta," he warned.
He got to his knees, and kissed up the inside of her legs. He began at her ankle, enjoying the sounds he pulled from her mouth, the way her fingers scratched at his shoulders as he got higher.
Just when Henrietta thought he was going to touch her core, he switched legs, kissing up the inside of that one as well.
"Kingsley," she whined.
He nibbled at the inside of her thigh and her words halted. Kingsley chuckled at his ability to silence the strong willed witch. He pulled her red thong off of her, throwing it up onto the desk.
He looked up at her for one last confirmation. The sight of Kingsley- gorgeous, powerful, strong Kingsley on his knees in front of her was nearly enough to make her cum on the spot.
"Please," she whispered.
Kingsley took hold of her hips, pulling her towards his face. He licked along her channel, applying pressure to her clit. Etta's hands gripped at the edges of the large desk as expletives flew from her mouth.
Kingsley worked a finger into her. He moved in and out, until he found a rhythm that had Etta pressing her hips against him for more. This was more than she ever imagined. This was everything.
"More Kings," she pleaded.
He worked another finger into her, and she gasped wildy. She arched her back, and Kingsley brought up his other arm to keep her in place. Her walls began to contract around his fingers, but Etta seemed to be trying to pull him up.
Kingsley pulled back and looked at her. The usually composed witch was starry eyed. Her hair was wild, her black curls everywhere.
"I need you in me Kingsley. Please."
Kingsley stood to his feet, wiping his mouth. He picked her up off the desk, and placed kisses along her neck as he walked around the desk.
Etta was lost to the flames. All she could feel was Kingsley- his magic, his skin, his power surrounding her at all sides.
He aimed a charm at his leather desk chair, widening it. He set her on her heels, and unclasped her bra, letting her breasts finally spring free. He took one nipple into his mouth as Henrietta played with the buckle of his belt. She unclasped it and slid it off, throwing it on the desk behind her. She unbuttoned his pants and pushed down on them until Kingsley stepped out of them.
She stared at his cock. She'd never actually seen a man naked before. Kingsley was perfect. She reached out and stroked him with her small hand. His skin was dark, and flawless, his muscles well defined and tempting.
"You're a god," Henrietta whispered in awe.
Kingsley smiled at her. He could tell she was sincere. She was so pure, so perfect.
"And you, my goddess. Now come here."
He backed up, and sat on his enlarged chair, pulling her with him. She straddled his lap, as Kingsley pulled her into another heated kiss. He played with her nipples as he tangled her tongue with his.
Her core was soaked, rubbing up against his hardness. Kingsley lined her up over top of him, and looked into her emerald eyes. He ghosted his thumb over her jaw, and up to her lips. She kissed it gently.
"Are you sure, Etta?"
She gave him that smirk again, and lowered herself down onto him, gasping at the sensation of him filling her. Kingsley's head lulled back onto the leather of his chair as she sank down slowly.
"Perfect fucking witch, Merlin."
She bottomed out on his cock, and placed a gentle kiss on his shoulder as she adjusted to the intrusion. She had waited for this for so long. In this moment she knew she'd never get enough of him. No amount of kisses or secret trysts would ever be enough. She needed all of him, everyday, for the rest of their lives.
She began to roll her hips experimentally, and Kingsley moaned involuntarily.
"I will cum if you keep doing that, Etta."
"That's the idea," she teased.
He let out a sharp breath and grabbed her waist harder. She started to move over him, with his help. Up, down, up, down. She tilted her hips slightly, and-
"Oh my god!"
This new angle hit her clit every time she lowered herself. She moved faster at the discovery, driving herself down onto Kingsley over and over again. Henrietta's walls began to tighten around Kingley's cock.
"Etta I'm going to cum in you if you don't stop now."
"I meant it. I want an Heir," she gasped out as she continued to move.
Etta's words spurned him on. His hips began to meet her movements, thrusting up into her. Her walls clenched around him as he emptied into her. Her nails dug into the skin of his shoulders, leaving crescent shaped scars as she came.
They sat there for several moments, coming down from their shared bliss. Neither bothered to move. Etta leaned against his muscled chest, sated and happy. Kingsley raised a large hand to comb through Etta's curls. He turned his face to kiss her.
"I love you Etta. You're a brave, beautiful, perfect witch."
She smiled, "I love you too Kings. I have for years."
He ran his hands up and down her back, cherishing the feeling of her soft skin under his fingertips. Etta leaned back, letting her hands roam over Kingsley's well defined abs. She looked up at him, charmed by the look of adoration on his face.
"You should tell them."
"Tell who, what?" He asked.
"Tell the public about the Marriage Law. Be truthful about the risks of the declining birth rate. I knew, and it made me more brave. Who knows how long it would have taken us to get to this point, otherwise?"
"A week tops or I would have absolutely exploded."
Henrietta smiled at his words, "Still, if people know they have a year, they'll get married. They'll start to have children. People won't want to be forced, they'll act on their feelings."
"You think so?" Kingsley asked, raising his hands to hold her breasts.
"I know so."
He titled his head, taking in the sight of his beautiful wife. She had a point. She had heard a mere rumor and showed up in his office. It could work.
"We'll tell the public this week, together."