Chapter Thirty-Five

A month later, Ginny was lying very late in her bed, and at last her night hadn't been lonely. She and Oliver had been fooling around until the very early hours of the morning, and by 2:00 AM neither of them had enough energy to leave the bed. When Ginny woke up in their artificially dark hotel room, it was almost eleven and Oliver's arm was draped over her bare waist.

Oh.

Judging by the goosebumps that suddenly covered her body wherever the air hit it, Ginny was only wearing the shorts she'd put on before bed. Well, those and Oliver's arm, which felt very, very warm. Not that she regretted this exactly; last night had been very enjoyable. Oliver had made very good on his deal over the past month and she had lost very nearly all of her reservations and anxieties about his ability to do as she liked. He was very talented.

Trying to be quiet and not move too quickly, she unhooked Oliver's arm from her body and slid out from underneath it. Tiptoeing as carefully as she could, she made her way to their bathroom and got ready to take a shower (although all that meant was tossing her shorts onto the bedroom floor through the bathroom door and then closing that door behind her). She turned on the water and stood back for a second, admiring the bizarre shower setup that this hotel had chosen. There was one glass wall with a door in it which separated the toilet, sink, and towel space, but otherwise the shower was open, and the water poured down directly from the ceiling. The first day they had been in Juneau, Alaska (and this very nice hotel), Ginny had been rather puzzled by the contraption, but by now she had grown to like it.

Turning on the water, Ginny waited a moment for it to warm, then stepped back beneath the stream and just stood there for a while. She enjoyed the feeling of the gentle flow running over her body, which was slightly sore after some of last night's escapades - but it was a good soreness. She had had this feeling with Harry before, and she had missed it. Her mind drifted over everything that had happened last night, everything they had slowly building up to for a month… For maybe the first time since she and Harry had broken up, Ginny felt like she was ready. She was ready to take the last step with Oliver. She had wanted him for almost as long as she had known him, to varying degrees, and after all this time traveling and living together she finally felt comfortable with him in every way possible.

Just as her mind was drifting pleasantly back to last night's highlights, the bathroom door opened behind her. She whirled around, preparing for some sort of defensive situation (although she wasn't quite sure why - most likely just a fight or flight instinct she couldn't get rid of), but it was just Oliver. He had already gotten rid of his boxers, which were all he had worn to bed, and Ginny took a long moment to admire his body, which she still couldn't quite believe she was allowed to look at and touch and pleasure…

"Mind if I join you?" Oliver asked, watching Ginny's eyes and grinning.

"Seems like you already have," Ginny replied, and her voice was low and a little more sensual than she had intended for a rather flippant sentence. Oliver seemed to like it; at least, he grinned at her in a way that he always did before they ended up in one of their beds.

He stepped under the water with her, moving much closer than he strictly had to (although Ginny wasn't complaining). He looked down at her for a moment through the thin curtain of water that separated them, then leaned down to kiss her, much more gently than he had earlier.

"Last night was fun," he said when he broke the kiss, smiling more authentically at Ginny.

"To say the least," she replied, smiling back. She felt a little breathless, a feeling she had gotten used to, at least to some extent. She paused for a moment, half to catch her breath, half to gather her courage. "I think," she continued when she'd gotten her voice to steady somewhat, "we could do more, if you wanted."

Oliver's eyes widened slightly, as if this were the first time he'd heard this. "Ginny," he said, almost gingerly, "are you sure? I've wanted you for a long time, but I don't want to pressure you at all…"

Ginny tried to think of what to say and came up with nothing. Her body felt hot all over; there was steam in the air and water ran all over her body and Oliver's. Somehow it accentuated everything, and the part of her brain that did things like think of what to say shut off completely. A totally different part came to life. Instead of saying "Yes, you know I've wanted you too and I'm finally ready and oh, by the way, you're quite nearly as good as Harry without a few years together to help you out so that didn't hurt things please fuck me," which is what she might have said if she'd been able to vocalize her thoughts, she acted on it. Reaching up so her palm was against the back of Oliver's neck, she pulled him down to kiss her again. She opened her mouth against his, not giving him enough time to be confused about what she meant, and she knew the moment he understood where her mind was at. Hungrily he kissed her again, rubbing his tongue against hers, wrapping one hand against the back of her head and one around her naked hip, pulling her completely against him. Their lips parted and Ginny was panting, but Oliver just moved down to kiss her jawline and neck, leaving what she could tell would be bruises tomorrow in hot and pleasurable lights of pain. He reached her collarbones and paused to nip them slightly before continuing down to her bare, slick chest.

Ginny arched her back, pressing closer to him as his breath hit her pert nipples. She felt on fire, more alive than she had been in a long time. The shower water poured all around her, muffling the sounds of their sighs. Oliver's tongue slowly circled one nipple; his hands caressed her other breast and her arse. She was entirely swallowed up by him, and without having to think twice - for the first time, without thinking about Harry - Ginny reached for the erection she could feel pressing against her leg.

Oliver inhaled sharply as Ginny wrapped her fingers surely around his shaft, and as she began to roll her hand up and down his exhales turned to moans of pleasure. He shifted his hand from her breast down further, trailing over her stomach, almost as if he could feel the heat building in her gut, dropping down, down, into the roots of her body. Then his clever fingers made contact with the sensitive skin between her legs and the coherency of her thoughts ended.

She pumped harder, sliding her fingers and palm up and down his cock with a little more speed, when his fingers slide inside her. Their moans filled the bathroom, echoing off the walls and drowning even the continuous dripping of the shower head; after Ginny had erupted in one particularly breathy vocalization, Oliver looked her in the eyes. His pupils were bigger and darker-looking than usual, and Ginny felt the heat inside her body burn brighter and hotter. He slowly slid his fingers from inside her, only to press them against one of her heated thighs urgently. More responsive than she could remember ever being, Ginny obligingly widened her stance and moved her hips up against Oliver's, guiding his cock up to her entrance. For a moment, Oliver rubbed the head of his penis tantalizingly against her pussy, watching her reactions, watching her eyes widen and her jaw drop, watching her eyes burn again, hotter than before.

Then, with one slow and definitive push of his hips, Oliver was inside her. Ginny's body lit up, she was on fire and she burned as she moved her body in time with his. Oliver never pulled back fully. His chest pressed against hers; only his hips moved back and forth, his speed gradually increasing as their breathing grew more and more in time. Ginny's hands were locked around his back, holding herself even closer against him, wishing she could somehow crawl under his skin and be everywhere that he was.

Their breathing turned to panting. Oliver's thrusts were met by Ginny's own movements, forceful and sure. Together they moved faster and faster; Ginny felt her all muscles clenching, tightening around Oliver. She could feel something change in him too, and together they pushed, hard, against each other, Oliver burying deeper and deeper inside her until finally the heat that had built up boiled over, and in a flash of almost unbearable light she came, shuddering, as she felt Oliver do the same inside her, pushing her against the shower wall with the weight of his body. Still locked together, they slid down until Ginny was seated on the floor, Oliver right next to her, both their shoulders pressed against the slick wall. Water still poured down, pooling around them before it drained. Ginny felt like the water, sliding down passively, no real energy, carried by the forces around her.

Oliver rested his head against her shoulder, surprising Ginny. Oliver was many things with her, but he was never really tender. She leaned her chin against the crown of his head, trying to keep breathing. For some reason, she felt very tired. The sounds of their breathing disappeared under the flow of the water.

Then, so quietly she almost didn't hear it, Oliver murmured, "I wish I could paint this."

A/N: I'm baaaack! With a glorious return. I hope you all enjoyed. ;) -TheGoldenAge