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Chapter 6- Don't fight it
Since Draco insisted he do the cooking Ginny just sat at the table staring shamelessly, learning exactly the way every muscle in his body curved.
Learning the angles in every limb as id she'd have to pass a newt test on him when she got home. Oh, but she didn't want to think about home, because Draco wouldn't be there.
"I think they're about done," he said a few minutes later.
"Darn" she said getting up. "I should have brought everything to the table."
Draco smiled warmly. "Hey no worry, we'll both do it, and it won't take that long."
They moved to and fro with salads, plates, silverware and steak sauce. Draco waved his wand and music filled the dining room along with a dozen soft candles.
The golden light they gave off was magical and it swept Ginny away to a world where her marriage was wonderful and there was no pretending.
Their eyes kept meeting across the table. Who knew that just one simple, shared gaze could smoke so strongly and tangle so thickly and communicate such depth and such desire?
Draco stretched out his legs and they brushed against Ginny's bare calves and she didn't try to move away. Instead, she took his hand and felt the answering pressure he gave.
He brushed his thumb across her knuckles, his touch as gentle as his mouth would have been. Every time he put his goblet to his lips she remembered the taste of his kiss, and she knew he could see the memory glowing in her eyes.
They pretended to talk, but for most of the meal they only pretended that what they said was important.
"Steak came out good" Draco said.
"Oh yeah!" Ginny replied "So tender. And this steak sauce, it's delicious"
"You sure did manage to make a life for yourself here Draco" she said softly.
"I had to. I've always known there was nothing to fall back on but this life I'd made for myself. No-one to pick up the slack, cover any debts, bail me out of trouble." He said.
Well he'd had her to do some of that, for a while, Ginny thought. For more than four years, in fact. She would have happily met any need he expressed.
She didn't say it aloud, and as they sipped the last of their drinks in silence for a few minutes, she thought about it. Draco obviously never consider her as someone he could fall back on or count on in that way.
And apparently he had no idea that she would mind about that, that she might be hurt by it, that being needed and counted on was as important to her as being loved.
No correction, it was an integral part of being loved. It was an integral ingredient in trust. You had to trust the people whom you needed in your life.
Her heart twisted painfully.
Draco had loved her but he'd never needed her, which meant that at some fundamental, unconscious level he hadn't trusted her, so she'd let him go.
Eight years later, the only sign that he might have changed had come in the form of those four short words he'd spoken three and a half days ago. "I'm asking for help."
Those words had been enough to make her commit to staying for a few days, even a couple of weeks. Were they enough to let her follow her heart tonight?
She knew where it wanted to lead her, and she knew where Draco himself wanted to go. Every nerve in her body begged for it.
For him, his body, his lovemaking.
"Thinking?" he asked softly. "It looks too much like hard work for you, right now."
"It's- um…" she couldn't find an answer. He'd stretched his hand across the table again, and this time he wasn't letting go after one brief caress.
"Not your family, I hope." His fingers tangled with hers and made patterns of delicate sensation on the fine inner skin of her wrist.
"No, not them," she managed to say.
"Good. Shall I tell you what I hope you're thinking about?" he grinned.
"No. Uh…don't," she said sounding quite nervous.
"Guess it's pretty obvious, huh?" his eyes seemed to dance with laughter.
Yes.
"Uh…" she repeated helplessly. But he wasn't going to let her get away with that non-answer.
"It's obvious, Gin," he said. Her gaze was totally trapped in his now. "And it's obvious what you want to about it, too so let's not pretend."
"That's one thing I can say about our marriage. One thing I'm proud of, still. We never pretended or lied to each other, and I won't start now. I want you. In my bed. Now, and all night long. And you want it too."
He sat up and leaned closer. Their arms pressed together. He took her other hand as well, and now his face was only six inches from hers.
"You want it," he repeated. "And you know that's only the beginning."
Ginny gulped as she tried to smile. "Beginnings are easy." She said.
Nodding he raised his brow. "Beginnings are necessary." He told her.
"What comes next?" she whispered.
Draco shrugged "How can we know that, before we've taken the first step? I'm not saying its risk free."
"But you're saying there's no gain without the risk?" she replied.
"Yes" he agreed, "Can you argue that? If you're going to, then I need you to argue it now. Ginny, not in ten minutes or half an hour, when we're in my bed. By then, it will be too late."
Argue it now? How could she argue anything now, when his eyes shone into hers like that? When her own body was such a traitor to caution and good sense?
When eight years ago suddenly felt like yesterday, and heaven help her, she was still his wife?
"Draco" she breathed. "If I should argue…I've forgotten why. And if you know why, you're not going to remind me are you?"
"Have I ever struck you as that much of a saint?" he growled.
"No you're all man. The man I want." She hardly knew what she was saying. She closed her eyes and felt his breath on her cheek and then his lips brushing her mouth.
Teasing her, letting her know just how more he wanted.
"Come on," he said roughly. "This isn't enough, I can't hold you."
She was through with fighting this and willingly stood up. The dining room was in darkness but the light from the candles gave plenty of light to see by.
Ginny wanted to see. Impatient, she slid her hands under his shirt and raised it up till he took over and pulled the unwanted item over his head and tossed it to the floor.
Then she studied his chest. Touched and looked, stroking her fingers down from his broad shoulders and across the hard, squared bulge of his pecks. He was a little more built then he was eight years ago, but it still felt the same.
She loved that. She wanted him to know just how soft and different she was, and instinctively reached for him. He cupped her breast and she moaned.
"Can I"? He whispered.
"Yes, please" she closed her eyes and felt his hands brush across her body again. Taking off her shirt he gasped.
"God you're beautiful Ginny" his voice seemed to get lost in emotion as she looked at her.
"Don't stop. Admire the architecture…tomorrow" she could hardly get the last word out, she wanted him so badly.
He kissed across her chest as if he couldn't believe they were really his. If she had any words left, she would have told him they're yours Draco. All yours, and nobody else's. They always have been.
He'd seen her like this before, naked and wanting and yet it felt so special and new. How much had her body changed? Her hips and breast were all a little rounder and fuller now. Did he…?
Yes. He liked it that way. He couldn't keep his hands off her. They almost fought each other, because he was trying to hold her while she grabbed at the zipper of his pants that got in her way.
She moved her hips against him, hearing his ragged breathing as a reward. Without a word he quickly carried her off to his bedroom.
He wanted her right then and there but he didn't want to have her in the kitchen. It had been eight long years since he tasted his wife and nothing but a bed would do.
They slid to the bed, not taking time to remove the blanket. Time moved slow as they reached for each other again, and in both of them impatience battled with the pleasure of each moment.
They could let this take all night, or they could surge to fulfillment within minutes. It wouldn't matter which. Lying on their sides, they touched and explored, remembering, rediscovering, and making it new.
Draco's mouth was everywhere, pushing Ginny to the brink and leaving her there. Slowly he entered her. Yes. This. She'd forgotten.
Oh, but she remembered now. The physical fullness of her husband deep inside her, feeling him push closer then pull back so he could push closer again, over and over.
Ginny clung to him, close to exploding and she spilled into heaven and felt him meet her half way as he surged into her.
They both came slowly back to earth without needing to speak a word. The phone in Draco's living room began to ring three minutes later.
"Leave it" Draco growled.
He felt Ginny's body stiffen at the first sound. Now, he had to hold her back or she would have raced to phone as if expecting life or death news.
Finally she slumped beside him in the bed, her hot, naked body delicious against him. He felt a fresh stirring of need over come him.
He'd been on the wrong side of thirty for a couple of years, but with Ginny next to him like this he felt he was still in his teens.
"I'm sorry, Habit," she said. "At home, I …you're right though, it's probably not anyone either of us want to talk to."
But she still hadn't relaxed.
The phone kept ringing. After four long rings, insistent peals, his machine picked up and they both lay there listening and hoping for a hang-up.
Didn't happen.
"Ginny" barked Fred's voice. "If you're there pick up, now."
"No you don't" Draco told her, still pinning her to the bed. "This is why I have a answering machine Gin"
"But he sounds…" she began.
Draco felt her tense up again and start to slide away, and the fight went out of him. The peace too if that wasn't a contradiction. Such at peace a minute ago.
But now he felt empty and totally unsurprised. He let her go, his hands trailing clumsily across her skin.
"Are you there Gin?" Fred repeated a little louder. "I really need you to pick up Ron is being a arse. He says Luna is cheating on him. Damn near destroyed the house and I don't know how to handle it."
"You have to calm him down, like the second you get this message call me."
Ginny moved fast, he heard her moments later, "Fred? Is that why Luna has been acting strange? Oh, poor Ron! Is he there? Can I speak to him?"
She must have made it to the phone in time. I should have tripped her up, Draco thought, or locked her in. Held her back by her long beautiful hair, even.
He felt just about that caveman, right now.
Suppressing the cave man urges, he rolled stiffly out of bed. He climbed into his pants and grabbed a shirt from the floor but didn't put it on. Instead, when he reached Ginny at the phone, sitting hunched in a chair with her bare breast pressed against her knees, he bunched it up and slipped it over her head.
The shirt had lost his body heat but it still had his scent and he wanted that. He wanted it surrounding her, reminding her, making its claim on her, if she would take any notice.
Yeah right. What chance was there of that?
Feeling the shirt around her neck, she gave him only the tiniest nod of thanks. He didn't know who was on the other end. Still Fred? Or was it Ron by this time.
Didn't matter. She frowned and went, "Uh huh," and did all her usual caring – listening-giving stuff. She put her free arm through the shirt and swapped hands with the phone and pushed her other arm through.
The body of the shirt fell down around her covering her whole body. But even like that she looked so achingly sexy, her long legs leading Draco's gaze and his imagination higher to all the lush secrets that lay beyond the stretchy white hem.
Draco wanted to snatch the phone out of her hand and yell down the line. Deal with it Weasley. You're a grown up, and so are your brothers. Ginny dealt with your mother's death as well as taking care of your father and all of you.
She loves to death, and you walk on that all the time, and it's not fair.
But there was no point in saying it, either in anger or with understanding. He went back to his room, found a clean shirt and shut himself in his office, not wanting to hear another word of the call.
Well there is chapter 6. Sorry it is short but I will make it up to you all next chapter. I promise. Thanks to all who reviewed and I hope you will continue to do so.
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