WARNING!!! HEAVY HEAVY R RATING FOR THIS CHAPTER!!
(A/N) I have finally figured out the way to write Harry smut. I think. I just have to imagine him as someone totally other than little Daniel Radcliffe! It took me a while, but I finally got his face out of my mind and was able to write smutty scenes – or rather, what I think are smutty scenes. And it doesn't hurt to have the perspective be from Ginny's side either. It actually makes it much easier to write. I hope you all enjoy this!!
Chapter 12 or So Daring, So Risqué, So Vixen-ish
"Come on baby. Take a bite." Ginny felt an affectionate nip from Hedwig as she daintily nibbled at an owl treat. "At least someone likes me." Hedwig ruffled her feathers as Ginny frowned.
She only wished she could say the same for Harry. It seemed that his show of jealousy earlier that day had been just that – one great big show. She'd smiled at him and bumped against him on the walk back to the school, but it had all been for nothing. He'd barely glanced at her, and the moment they reached Hogwarts he'd promptly headed up to his dorm with Ron in his wake.
The owl pecked at her empty palm, drawing her attention, and she smiled. "Too bad I don't have big eyes, beautiful white feathers and a head that swivels 360 degrees."
"I don't know about that, Red. Your plumage looks pretty enough from where I'm standing."
Ginny turned to find Harry standing just inside the Owlry doorway, his back against the wall, his arms folded as if he'd been watching for some time.
If only.
"If I didn't know better, I'd say you were paying me a compliment."
Harry's eyes gleamed in amusement. "But you know better, right?"
"Considering you treat me like I've got a major case of the Cooties, I'd say, yes. I won't bite, you know." A thought struck her regarding a certain fantasy she had read about, and she came close to taking back her words. Would he want her to bite him?
Nah. Harry, with his gentle eyes and crooning voice, was definitely not that type. He was no different from the fifty thousand other males that Madame X had interviewed for her book. Ginny was sticking to her modified Naughty Nine and the last fantasy she had read.
Gathering her courage, she pulled from her robe the lollipop she'd bought in Hogsmeade. While this wasn't exactly dropping to her knees and unbuttoning his pants, her ego had been bruised enough. She was going to feel him out with this trick; See how he reacted and then she would go from there.
She unwrapped the lollipop and put it to her lips. Her tongue darted out for a long slow lick.
Harry didn't so much as blink. He just watched, seemingly unaffected as she pushed the lollipop into her mouth and twirled it a few times before pulling it out and wetting her lips suggestively.
"Do you like Raspberry Swirl?" She held it up so that he could take a taste. He looked ready to refuse, but then his expression softened. His tongue darted out and he tasted the candy.
"It's good." He licked his lips and for a moment, Ginny forgot that she was the one who was supposed to be enticing him. Her gaze followed his tongue as it moved across his sensuous lower lip and she swallowed.
"Too much sugar is bad for you."
"True, but sometimes you have to do things that are dangerous." She swirled her tongue around the edge of the sweet and watched Harry's eyes widen.
She had him. This was it. Number Nine – Oral Fantasies, and judging from the way he was watching her mouth, she'd punched his buttons – big time.
Finally.
"So?" She offered him the lollipop. "You take a taste." She licked her lips and let her gaze drop. "And I'll take a taste." Even as she said the words, she couldn't believe they actually came out of her mouth. They we so daring, so risqué, so vixen-ish. She smiled as Harry kicked the door shut and put several locking charms on it.
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Harry was in a daze. He kept trying to think about what Ron and the rest of the Weasley brothers would do to him for even daring to think about touching Ginny – Let alone actually doing it, but it was no use. She had been spending the past week throwing herself at him, and he was tired of fighting. He was only human, and he wanted her. He'd just have to deal with Ron and the others later. First he had to lock that door. Oh, and put a silencing charm on it too.
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Harry grinned and Ginny fought back a wave of anxiety. Being nervous was not a part of her Vixen persona. At least, it wasn't a part of the Vixen she wanted to be. Besides there was nothing to be nervous about. Sure, they were in the Owlry, a door in between them and anyone who wanted to use a school owl, but Harry had put several locking and silencing charms on that door. They should be safe. After all, it was here that, five days ago, she'd intended to strip naked and seduce Harry. In this very spot.
Okay, so she hadn't actually stripped. But she would have if he would have given any hint that he'd wanted her to. If he had looked at her with his eyes as hot and intense as they were now. If he'd reached out and trailed his fingertip from her pulse-beat at the base of her throat to the ripe tip of one breast the way he was doing right now.
Heat sparked through her, shunting aside all doubt and filling her with a longing that superceded the fears she had of being caught.
A soft moan vibrated out of her throat, and he caught the sound with his mouth. He kissed her deeply, his tongue plunging inside, stroking and coaxing as his hands began undoing the buttons of her blouse, peeling back the thin material before he found his way inside and his warm hand cupped her breast.
He dipped his head and ran hot kisses down the slope of her shoulder to hover over the taut peaks of her breasts stopping to draw the pebbled tip of one deep into his mouth with a delicious pressure that wrung another moan from her.
Ginny became aware of how silent the room was, and how dangerous this was. Anyone could come in, but instead of frightening her, it fed the excitement within her. She became cognizant of the picture she made leaning against the stone wall, her back arched, her breasts in full view, her nipples puckered and wet from Harry's wondrous mouth.
She should cover herself. She would have, but she couldn't move. The blood pounded so hard through her veins that she could do little more than hold her breath in fear of discovery.
Harry's hands caught the hem of her skirt, pushing the material higher, higher, scorching her thighs and caressed between her legs. Each place Harry touched sizzled and her naïve body cried out for more. It was if he had sprouted an extra dozen pair of hands, she mused. They were everywhere at once driving her mad with wanting. When the tip of one finger found its way past her panties and trailed along her slick folds, she sank her teeth into her bottom lip and fought back a scream of ecstasy.
She reached for his pants, tugging at the zipper. Within moments, he sprang hot and hard into her hands and she stroked him. He groaned this time.
Harry smiled against her skin and then the expression disappeared as he urged her legs farther apart. He rubbed his straining erection back and forth against her aroused flesh.
With a quiet grunt, he lifted her and she wrapped her legs around his waist. Reaching between them, he guided himself into her slick opening. One thrust upward and Harry buried himself deep bringing a low moan from him and a gasp of pain from her.
Ginny forced herself to ignore the sharp stab of pain. She knew that the first time was painful and she also knew that Harry was not the type of guy to hurt her purposely.
Ever so slowly, Harry withdrew, his chest brushing against the throbbing peaks of her breasts and his knees gliding seductively against the sensitive flesh of her thighs. And this time, when his body uncoiled upon hers, she gave herself up to the pulsating sensations that consumed her inside and out.
She wiggled and his grip on her hips tightened. Ginny's legs tightened around his waist as Harry plunged into her again and again and she instinctively moved with him, arching to meet each penetrating thrust.
Her raspy breathing echoed in her ears, her heart pounding as he drove into her, building her tension, lifting her higher than she had ever been before. Boundless energy flowed between them as the magical crescendo built. Her name was on his lips whispering to her like a murmured incantation. Her nerves screamed for release and Ginny feared the simmering caldron of passion that boiled through her was about to erupt.
Another thrust and she exploded, caught up in a torrent of pleasure that rolled over her and turned her every which way but loose. She barely caught her scream of pleasure, but she did and fought it back down as her muscles contracted, gripping him tightly inside her body. Tremors rolled through her body as moments later Harry's release followed. His body tautened and he growled as pleasure overcame him.
Ginny lay limp in Harry's arms trying to sort fantasy from reality and swearing that they had just become one and the same for her. Tangled lashes fluttered up to find a pair of emerald green eyes peering back at her. A confused but tender smile hovered on his lips when he bent and gave her a soft kiss as he eased himself out of her and lowered her feet to the floor. Ginny was restless, shaky and off balance as she pushed her skirt down and worked at the buttons of her blouse with trembling fingers.
Harry reached for his pants and pulled them up to his waist, eyeing her keenly the entire time.
She just couldn't seem to get enough air into her lungs, to calm her pounding heart, to reach the end of the ripples of pleasure that were still throbbing deep within her.
Harry finished dressing and his hands closed over her shoulders. "Are you okay?"
She shook her head, barely managing a breathy, "not yet." And before she could think better of it, she rushed to the window to throw open the sash. Taking a deep breath, she stuck her head out the window and let loose a loud Tarzan yell the way she'd been itching to do since the moment she had peaked. Her vocal chords vibrated as she shouted her release, her joy, her happiness.
Within seconds, owls started thrashing around and hooting at the sudden sound. During all of this chaos, Ginny walked over to Harry and planted a kiss on his stunned mouth and murmured a heart-felt "Thank you."
(A/N) There you go. A whole chapter of smut. I think I really outdid myself here. I just got kind of carried away with all the clichés that I have heard and read before. I hope no one is clichéd out yet.
Thank you to John and NengSki and Frankie for reviewing the last few chapters. I hope you all enjoy this and that it does not offend any of you. I tried to make this as realistic as possible without getting downright nasty. I think I may have succeeded. I hope so anyways. Let me know what you all think.
Love Lisa