Name: Courtney Kathrys
Title: Capitulation
E-mail: Faeriedeathhotmail.com
Summery: Ginny returns to Grimmauld Place for the Winter Holiday's... but will her resolution to stay away from Sirius be her New Years one as well?
Notes: Don't ask... I have no idea where I came up with this. It takes place during the summer before Ginny's seventh year. If you're a stickler for detail, you think of a way Sirius came back.... that's not the center of this story.
Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters are by JK Rowling. I only own the plot.
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Ca-pit-u-la-tion: noun – the act of surrendering or yielding
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In school. The idea that he, a man drowning in forty, would be captured by an eighteen year old girl still in school was perverse... in a strangely titillating way. He longs for her delicate hands to flitter over his skin and tangle in his hair. He wants to watch his name fall from her mouth as he caused her to forget every man who has touched her the way he is. He wants her to scream 'Sirius, Sirius, oh God, Sirius,' in that husky and breathy voice that drives him mad.
And he is mad, and crazy and insane to be fantasizing over a girl twenty-two years his junior. But at this moment, he can care less.
He doesn't join in for dinner, preferring the company of his hippogriff to having to restrain himself over her presence. He begins to regret his decision as the desire to catch a glimpse of her starts to overwhelm him.
Just as he is about to rise to find her, even if just to say hello, her shadow fills the doorway. She is still in her innocent uniform and innocuous braids. Her Head Girl badge still glistens on her sweater. She looks at the floor for a moment, before moving her spice eyes up to his fathomless black voids. "You weren't at dinner."
"You know why."
She nods and turns her eyes back to an unconvincingly more interesting floor board. "I know. I'm thankful."
He stares at her for a moment before rising towards her, her name on his lips. "Ginny –" She stops him from speaking, holding up one of those pale hands he's been obsessing over. She moves up enough so that it covers his mouth, and just her touch electrifies him. "Don't, Sirius. Don't use words. Not tonight."
And they don't, as their mouths and their bodies convey every spoken word much better than voices could. His aching hands memorize every inch of skin covering her, and every bit inside of her that his fingers, his tongue, or more pleasing body parts can reach. He possesses her like a dying man, one terrified that he won't wake the next morning and wishes to savor every taste of the ethereal being in his arms.
She clings to him, her mind reliving the past months without him, of curling up in her empty bed at school with only her hand to relive the memories of their clandestine affair. Feeling him move inside her brings her nearly to tears of relief, of finally being contented. Her whimpers intoxicate him and he holds her closer to his chest as he thrusts deeper inside of her.
He grunts and she feels encompassed by him. When he gathers her closer to him she inhales the musky scent of his sweat and the smell nearly drives her to climax. He feels her coming nearer to the brink and slows down. Neither is ready for this reunion to end; they have waited too long.
She makes love with her eyes open, and for some reason it drives him crazy. She studies his face intently while they move together, and he feels his control slip away every time she blinks. He's never been with a woman who watched while they shagged, and it felt strangely like voyeurism, and the feeling took the slowly slipping control and began to throw pieces out the window.
It is her turn to feel him near his brink, and she remembers every move she was taught from wrestling with half a dozen brothers. Before he realizes what has happened, he is on his back and starring up into her unnerving eyes. She begins to form her own rhythm, and he is driven crazy by the stop-and-go, and by the way she throws her head back when she hits a good spot, and her damp red curls fly back behind her and tickle his legs.
Her hands are running up and down through the tangle of hair on his chest and the feel of her nails scratching increases the fog in his head. A red tinged haze with cinnamon eyes. His fingers grip her hips and the additional pressure releases something in her. Her climax hits her full on and shocks her with its intensity. For a moment she thinks she blacked out, and she realizes she did since she's been moved from on top of him to the crook of his arms. She smiles up at him and he kisses her forehead.
This night she falls asleep curled up into his chest, and his nose is buried in her hair, inhaling her scent deeply while he slumbers
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Thank you to:
karlimalfoy4siriusblack – go to FictionAlley.org then to Fiction Alley Park, then Haphazard Alley, then The Cookie Jar, then go to Sittin' On The Dock Of FA, the just look around till you find the thread that says S.S. Red Ebony Ficlets: A Sirius/Ginny Thing
Angela3 – LoL! Yes, that was one of my favorite phrases from chapter 1! I'm glad you appreciated it! I hope you liked all the other chapters as much as chapter one. Thanks again!
Lyly – Thank you so much, I was really hoping that I was able to get their passion across. And I hope this would happen if he came back (
animeangel – I had a little formatting problem at first, I hope it's better now.
Neni Potter – Yup, I'm writing along, slowly but surely; and yes, of course they're going to be together!
Bree – ::bow:: thank you very much.