For the brilliant deadwoodpecker! xoxo

Later

Ginny clambered out of the fireplace in Harry's London flat and straightened with a weary sigh.

"Gin, is that you?" her boyfriend called from the kitchen.

"Who else would it be?" she called back.

Harry snorted. "I do have visitors sometimes, you know."

"True, but Ron and Hermione are still on holiday."

"Hey! I have other friends!" His tone was indignant, but when he emerged from the kitchen, glasses slightly askew, he was grinning.

"Sure you do," Ginny drawled, smiling back at him.

He took two quick steps forward and swept her into his arms and spun her around.

She giggled, but it quickly turned into a grunt. "Ooh, careful, Harry. Gwenog tried to kill us today, I swear."

"Oops, sorry." He set her down, still smiling. "More squats whilst holding your brooms over your heads?"

"Yes, plus four sets of fifty sit-ups done with a partner, where each time we sat up we had to toss the quaffle to the person across from us."

"Bloody hell!" Harry said gleefully. "She really is trying to kill you."

"You don't need to sound so delighted about it."

Harry laughed. "I'm only thinking that I never could've made it as a pro."

Ginny rolled her eyes at his self-deprecation. "You were a brilliant Seeker, you could've gone pro if you'd been interested."

"Maybe. I've never worked as hard at anything in my life as you do at Quidditch."

"Except—"

"Yes, yes, except that. Doesn't count." He shook his head.

"Fair enough." She shrugged and changed the subject. "Do I smell spaghetti bolognese?"

"You do."

"Brilliant." She wrapped her arms around Harry's neck and gave him a long, hard kiss. "I've been craving pasta. But first, I need a shower."

"All right, you go do that," Harry said, running his hands down her sides and letting them rest on her hips. "I'll have a plate and some tea ready for you when you get out."

She kissed him again before she pulled away. "You're an angel."

Ginny took a long, hot shower, letting the water soak her aching muscles. She dried her hair and threw on a t-shirt and trackies, then went to meet Harry in the kitchen. He looked up from where he was just finishing pouring tea.

"Feeling better?"

Ginny rolled her neck from side to side, then raised her arms above her head in a stretch, testing her muscles. She noticed Harry's eyes linger on her breasts, unrestrained under the t-shirt and bouncing slightly as she lifted her arms. She grinned.

"A bit. My shoulders are still tight. And funny coincidence we're having spaghetti, because that's how my arms feel now." She shook her head ruefully. "I know I'll be sore tomorrow."

"Hmm." Harry set down the teapot and walked around behind her, his arms circling her waist and his chin over her shoulder. "How hungry are you?" He slid one hand under the bottom of her t-shirt and stroked his thumb over her stomach.

She trembled in response. "Not terribly." She tried to keep her voice innocent, casual, but it came out a bit breathy. "I had one of Margot's magically-enhanced protein bars after practice, so I'm feeling alright, I suppose. Why do you ask?"

He nuzzled her neck, his thumb still sketching gentle lines under her navel. "Sounds like you need a massage more than dinner."

She turned her head and tilted her chin up to smile at him. "And you're offering?"

"Absolutely."

"Let's go, then." She removed his hands from around her waist and used one to pull him down the hallway towards his bedroom.

Once there, Ginny practically ran over and hopped onto Harry's bed. She turned and scooted towards the head of the pillows, then leaned back on her elbows and crooked a finger at him to follow. He obeyed with a grin, climbing onto the bed on his hands and knees and crawling until his body surrounded hers.

She loved the way he looked when he was hovering over her, a mix of lust, awe, and adoration in his eyes. No matter how many times they were together, whenever he was on top of her, Harry always looked like he couldn't believe his luck. Now, he lowered his head to give her a tantalizing kiss, his tongue tracing the seam of her lips, coaxing her mouth open and swiping against her own tongue before departing to tease her some more. She teased back, taking his bottom lip gently between her teeth. He groaned low in his throat. He slid the hand not supporting his weight back under her t-shirt, this time letting his fingers trace her rib cage before covering her breast with his palm.

The way she instinctively arched into him, the way her breast molded to his touch, Ginny would've sworn he was an artist and her body his medium of choice. His thumb swept across the underside of her breast, then up to circle her nipple as his tongue continued its slow slide against hers.

She sighed into his mouth but managed to pull away just enough to give him a cheeky grin. "Not that I'm complaining, but this isn't quite what I expected when you said 'massage,'" she said breathlessly, covering his hand on her chest with her own.

His eyebrows drew together as if he were confused, but his eyes sparkled and he could barely hide a grin of his own. "It isn't?" He bent his head to brush a kiss over her collarbone before offering her more of the same mock-puzzled look.

She rolled her eyes in amusement. "Well, not at first, at least! My arms really do feel like noodles."

"You're right, you're right. First things first." Harry gave her breast a good-bye squeeze before he leaned back and grabbed Ginny's hands to pull her to a seated position. "But," he added sternly, "you know how hard it is for me to stay focused around you. You're very distracting."

Ginny preened just a little. "I take that as a compliment."

"Oh, it is."

He helped her pull the t-shirt over her head. Her nipples puckered immediately in the cool air of the bedroom, or perhaps it was the way his eyes darkened as he took in her body. Still on his knees, he bent his head to take one breast in his mouth, flicking his tongue over the stiff peak. She gasped in response. Harry hummed, the sound sending vibrations from her nipples straight to her core. One of his hands cupped her bottom and the other went up to fondle the breast that wasn't in his mouth. Ginny threaded her fingers through his hair and let her head drop back.

After another minute or so of attention devoted only to her admittedly magnificent chest, Harry lifted his head with a sigh. "Alright. Massage," he murmured. "Turn around."

Ginny let out a tiny, involuntary whine of protest but did as he ordered, laying down on her stomach with her arms folded under her cheek. Harry kissed each of her shoulder blades and then the dimples on her lower back, right above her bum, and she shivered. He tugged at the waistband of her trousers and she lifted her hips to help him slide them off. He groaned as he did.

"No knickers?" he asked accusingly.

"I didn't see why I should need them tonight."

"Good point." He ran his hands over her naked bum, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh appreciatively.

Ginny released a sound somewhere between a giggle and a whimper. Harry responded with one more lingering squeeze, then lifted his hands from her bum. He pushed her legs closer together and straddled them, kneeling over her. Once in position, he smoothed his hands over her arse again, but this time they kept going, pressing firmly into her lower back and up to her shoulders. He leaned forward and kissed her temple. "Where should I start?"

The gentle pulsing she felt at the juncture of her thighs called out for attention, making it hard to remember her original intent in coming in here. She lifted her head slightly, twisting her neck to see Harry, and got an unwanted reminder in the form of an ache radiating outward from the base of her neck. Ah, yes. Sports massage. Fine. She lowered her head to the pillow.

"My neck and shoulders, I think."

He grabbed his wand off the nightstand and performed a mild warming charm on his hands, then placed them both on Ginny's upper back. Even that slight touch felt like magic, and Ginny nearly purred with pleasure.

"If you keep making that sound, this massage won't last very long at all."

Ginny let out a husky chuckle and closed her eyes. "Maybe I don't want it to."

Harry laughed, too. "Then I'll try to be quick."

"Quick now," she clarified, smiling. "Later I expect you to take your time."

He pressed his thumbs in gently on either side of her spine, then spread his big hands across her back, sliding them around her ribcage until his littlest fingers reached the sides of her breasts. He couldn't seem to stay away from them. "Oh, absolutely."

Ginny hummed softly. "Good. Now, hurry up so we can get to 'later.'"

He laughed again but obeyed her command. He worked her muscles gently, his fingers strong but soothing as they plied her shoulders, neck, and upper arms. As he finished each area, he marked it with a kiss. He didn't stop when he finished with her upper back and shoulders, either. He worked his way lower, his touch less practical now, his hands tender, almost reverent as they traced her curves. He massaged the backs of her legs, his thumbs working the tight muscles and occasionally straying to skim along her inner thighs, adding to the waves of desire cresting inside her. She couldn't help but moan again as he framed the bottom curve of her arse with both hands, his thumbs dipping perilously close to her center. She tried to widen her legs and was thwarted by his knees on either side of her, holding her in place.

Harry bent forward, pressing his clothed body over her naked back, and placed a gentle kiss behind her ear. She could feel his erection against her bum; instinctively, she thrust back to meet it. He groaned softly, and his voice was husky when he spoke. "You've had enough massage, then?"

"We said the massage would be quick, didn't we?" Ginny asked, almost desperate as she wiggled under his delicious weight. "It was perfect, but there are some other areas that need your attention now."

"Indeed." He straightened and dragged his hands down Ginny's back one more time then lightly patted her bum. "Maybe you should turn over."

"Mmm." Ginny hummed and then stretched like a cat, arms extended, back arched and bum in the air, before rolling over onto her back. "Good idea," she said, smiling up at Harry. "Now, come here."

Harry went willingly, grinning as his girlfriend tugged him to the bed. He held himself over her, one of his thighs nestled between hers, and pressed a kiss to her lips, then her jaw. "So, I take it we've reached the 'later' part now? Is this where I take it slow?"

Ginny's hand circled the back of his neck and she rolled her hips. "Not quite. You're still fully clothed."

"Good point," he said, rocking his hips to meet hers. She felt his hardness between them and resisted the urge to wrap her legs around his waist and hold him there. Instead, she ran her hands over his chest before gently pushing him away. He took the cue, crawling backward down her body until he was standing at the foot of the bed. He paused there and stared at her, lips parted and green eyes dark with desire.

Paradoxically, the smoldering heat behind his gaze sent a shiver rippling through her. She rubbed her biceps, then slid her hands down her torso to rub her thighs and hips. Harry bit his bottom lip as he removed his glasses, then pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it aside. He shoved his trousers and underpants down his legs and stepped out of them.

His hard length bobbed against his stomach. Ginny licked her lips. She supposed she understood how it could be that Harry still looked at her with such wonder even after years together — even though she'd seen him naked hundreds of times, his tall, firm body looked to her like a treasure map. The bob of his Adam's apple beneath an angular jaw led her gaze down his throat to his lean, muscular chest, where the small, dark points of his nipples called out to her like tiny beacons. The path continued through the grooves of his abdominal muscles, not as stark as they had once been and all the better for it, and, finally, the trail of dark hair leading straight to the prize.

Harry's parted lips twisted into a devilish smirk and his eyes went darker still, the pupils swallowing them whole as he watched her watching him. His hand strayed to his erection and stroked it absently.

Ginny's core clenched; her heart rate quickened, and the throbbing between her legs along with it. Like Harry's, her hands seemed to move of their own volition, smoothing over the curls at the juncture of her thighs and cupping her sex. She slipped one finger between the soft folds, her eyes fluttering closed as she felt her own wetness.

"Stop," Harry rasped, and Ginny's eyes flew open, surprised by how rough his voice sounded. He clambered onto the bed on his knees and pushed her hand aside. He inhaled deeply, as if centering himself — or maybe just enjoying her scent — then looked up at her, playfulness joining the naked desire in his eyes. "I'm the one giving the massages tonight, alright?"

Her lips curved in a cheeky grin. "Ooh. Yes, sir."

Harry moaned. Without another word, he pushed her legs apart and slid his thumb between her folds, opening her up to him. He circled her clit twice with his thumb, spreading her moisture around and smirking when she squirmed. His lips were still tilted in that teasing grin as he lowered his head and gave her a long, slow, lick.

"Oh!" Ginny gasped. She fisted her hands in the bedsheets at her sides. "Harry!"

"Mm," he murmured, his mouth still on her. He settled onto his elbows, hooking his forearms under Ginny's legs to drag her closer to him. His tongue flicked her clit, and she bucked against his face. He hummed again, then sucked the sensitive bud between his lips.

"Harry!" Ginny cried again. The back massage had been truly excellent foreplay, setting her nerve endings alight and making her crave exactly this, but now that he was here, where she wanted him, it was almost too much. He'd had his mouth on her for all of one minute, and already the waves that were cresting inside her before felt ready to crash. She let out a desperate moan and dug her hands into Harry's thick hair. "Shit, Harry, I'm going to come!" she gasped. A breathless giggle escaped her. "Shit! Oh, fuck, Harry—what happened to taking it slow?"

He chuckled as he drew back and released her clit with a kiss. "I forgot," he said seriously, though the gleam in his eye was pure wickedness. Ginny wanted to whimper at the loss of his mouth, but then he unhooked one arm from around her leg and said, "How's this?" as he slid two fingers deep inside her. He hissed as she took him with ease.

"So wet," he mumbled, staring at the point where his fingers disappeared into her body. Her hips rose to meet his touch. He moved with a steady rhythm, one that kept her climbing that rollercoaster of pleasure but never quite plunging her over the top. It was perfect; yet, she needed more. She reached up and pinched her nipples, nearly crying out when the sensation shot straight to her still-aching clit.

Harry's chest was rising and falling quickly with his shallow breaths, and his eyes had taken on a glazed look. "Dammit, Gin," he panted as he began to thrust his fingers harder and faster, "Is it later yet? I wanna be inside you."

"Yes, yes, yes!" Ginny chanted as she rode his hand.

"Brilliant." He leaned forward and flicked out his tongue, circling the little bud of her clit but not touching it. Ginny squirmed and arched into him, desperately seeking her release. She was so close. Harry's fingers curved inside her, stroking the perfect spot. Her abs clenched and her legs quivered. And then Harry flicked his tongue rapidly against her clit, and she came with a gasp. The tsunami-like waves crashed against the shore and rolled outward endlessly; the rollercoaster tipped over the hill, and Ginny was in free-fall.

Harry pressed the flat of his tongue against her and licked her slowly through her orgasm as if savoring every drop of her arousal. Her core clenched around his fingers as her body shook and writhed against the bed. When her muscles finally relaxed, Harry withdrew his fingers and rose to his knees, fisting his erection with the hand covered in her moisture.

"Do you need a minute?" he asked hoarsely as he squeezed the base of his shaft.

"No." She lazily circled her nipples with her fingertips, enjoying the way her skin tingled, her nerves still alight with pleasure. She wanted more. She wanted him. "I want you now."

His sigh of relief was audible. "Thank Merlin." He leaned forward and squeezed her thighs. "You know I'd wait for you anytime, anywhere, under any circumstance — I'm just really fucking glad you didn't ask me to right now."

She started to laugh, but the urge faded away as Harry positioned himself over her and guided himself inside, a grunt of pleasure forcing its way out of his mouth when he entered her slick channel with one stroke. Somehow, he managed to hold his body still as he hovered over her. With a half-smile and soft kiss to her lips, he said in a low voice, "Okay, this time we'll take it slow."

Ginny rolled her hips up to meet him, wrapping her legs around his narrow waist, and lifted one hand to tweak one of Harry's nipples. He whimpered, and she grinned.

"Somehow, I doubt it."