A/N: For her birthday, Deadwoodpecker wanted "mildly taboo," and this is what I came up with. It's short, but gets the point across, lol. And more importantly, there is a longer, completely unrelated birthday fic in the works as well. Enjoy!

Harry couldn't quite say how it happened, but now that Ginny was standing in front of him nearly naked, his will to tell himself that this was likely a very bad idea was rapidly fading. He looked around with cautious appreciation. "It's quieter than I expected."

Ginny gave him an amused smile. "Can you blame them? This place is warded almost as well as Gringotts. If I had a nightmare when I was little, it was easier to go find Fred and George." Her voice dropped. "I don't think even Bill and Fleur have tried to get in here."

Harry swallowed. "But your . . . they can get in whenever they want." He looked at the door, half expecting Arthur to walk in humming some Muggle song he'd overheard while confiscating a misused television. Whether that would be better or worse than Molly, he couldn't say. "Maybe we should . . ." he began, before Ginny hushed him.

"Do you really want to waste time talking about that, Harry?" She put her hand on his cheek until he turned his head away from the door and looked at her instead. He let his eyes wander down Ginny's body, from her soft lips, to her breasts, and then to her hips and the soft swell of her belly just now visible between them. He rested his hand there and she shivered. All thoughts about suggesting they try to find someplace else in a house that was nearly bursting with family faded away.

"You can't let anyone know we were here," he warned. "I know your parents love me, but having sex in their room's another thing entirely. And now they're promised another grandchild I've become rather expendable." He shook his head. "I never would have done this when we were just dating."

Ginny chuckled. "You worry too much, Harry. They'll be wanting at least three from us, you know. And I never would have suggested trying to sneak up here before we were married. If we'd gotten caught then it might have scared you off sex for good. Now you're stuck with me no matter what happens."

"I don't feel stuck," said Harry promptly. "But what exactly do you mean 'no matter what happens?'" His gaze pulled back to the door again. "I thought you said neither of them ever comes up here during the day." Indeed, that nugget of information was a key factor in his agreement to sneak away.

Ginny took Harry's hands and moved them purposefully to her breasts. "Well, I didn't mean absolutely never, just that it seems to be fairly rare." Her voice was deceptively casual.

Harry brushed his thumbs over her nipples and gave a hum of satisfaction when they both puckered at exactly the same time. "You actually have no idea, do you?" He dipped his head and began sucking gently.

"Nope," said Ginny cheerfully. "But I don't see you protesting too much." She pushed on his shoulder and he gave her a curious look.

"Right here?"

Ginny was already shimmying out of her knickers. "Well certainly not on the bed." She lowered herself slowly to her knees and looked at him expectantly. "We can put a cushioning charm on the floor."

"Help me take my clothes off, then." Harry hadn't been sure what to expect when he and Ginny had snuck upstairs - some fondling perhaps. Even though he and Ginny had their own, properly adult bedroom at their cottage, he'd felt rather like a teenager as soon as Ginny had whispered in his ear just where she wanted to go. It was the only room at the Burrow he'd never been in before. Before his attention was completely captured by the sight in front of him he took in the careworn furniture and simple bedding that he was, truth be told, rather relieved they'd not be using.

Strictly speaking he supposed he didn't have to get undressed for what he knew his wife wanted, but he knew it would arouse her even more if he was naked too. She'd taken over the job of rubbing her breasts and Harry lost himself for a moment, watching.

"Are you sure you want to risk it?" she teased, while expertly undoing his trousers and drawing him out of his pants. Harry pulled his jumper over his head and stepped out of the rest of his clothes. "If you stayed dressed and someone walked in maybe we could come up with a plausible story about what you were doing that didn't involve giving me multiple orgasms."

"I want an orgasm too," said Harry with feigned petulance. He performed the suggested charm on the floor. "Remind me to reverse that when we're done." He nudged Ginny's knees a bit wider apart and then lay down on his back underneath her. "Stay up higher for a minute," he instructed. "I want to . . .whoa."

Ginny's hand stilled on his shoulders, where she'd been helping adjust Harry's position. "What is it? Is something wrong?" Her hand swiped between her legs, obscuring the bit of flesh Harry had just been focused on. He swatted her away.

"It's fine," he said quickly. "It's just . . . I know the book said it would get . . . but wow." He shimmied forward a few inches so he could look up at her for a moment. "It's all bigger." He reached up and gently stroked her folds.

"So are you," she said, and then gave a soft cry. "Oh, that feels good."

Harry shuffled underneath again and Ginny sat back on her heels so that she was positioned at the exact right height for him to reach her with his tongue without having to lift his neck. "Everything's very easy to see," he said, feeling more than a bit of wonder. "If it had looked like this the first time I tried oral sex I wouldn't have fumbled nearly as much." He blew softly and she shivered.

"I liked your fumbling," she laughed. "You kept talking to yourself while you searched for the right spots. I felt like a treasure map."

Harry snorted. "X marks the spot, eh?" He nuzzled that spot for a moment but when her legs began to clench around him, moved away again. "Not yet; I think I have some more searching to do first." He stopped for a moment to reach down and stroke his erection, and then tugged for a moment. Ginny made a small sound and her legs tightened again.

"Do you . . . want me to do that?" she asked in a strained voice. Harry chuckled.

"No, I want you to watch me do it while I'm eating you out. Put your hands down, please." Without waiting for a response he put his mouth back on her and began licking more purposefully. He didn't bother telling her that the point of using this position for oral sex was to allow for just this scenario; that was obviously why Ginny had suggested it.

"I want to hear you scream," he said conversationally when he stopped for a moment to catch his breath. "I can tell you're getting close." Harry was too, even though he'd been paying far more attention to his wife than himself. He'd been teasing her clit but not stopping there for long, but even so, her breath was uneven and she'd gotten to the point of writhing above him far more quickly than usual.

Ginny reached down and rested one hand on Harry's jaw. That was another favorite of hers - to feel his mouth and tongue moving. She nudged him gently and he obliged by turning his head and capturing her flesh between his lips and sucking. She squealed, but more quietly than she normally did.

"Can't . . . can't scream," she panted. She leaned forward and rested both hands on Harry's chest, which opened up an entirely new angle for him to work on. He briefly considered his options.

"Oh, I think you can," he smirked. "Just give me a moment and I'll have you screaming my name." Ginny's clit was right above him and he stroked himself harder; if he was going to make her climax he wanted to get there himself at the same time. With his free hand he brushed across the spot and Ginny's hips bucked.

"No . . ." she moaned.

He stopped and looked up at her quizzically. "No?"

"No . . . silencing charms," she panted. "Or . . . locking spells." She pushed at the side of his head. "We forgot."

"Fuck," Harry said. He tried to muster up more concern but really, he was too far gone to worry at the moment; he didn't even consider stopping. "You'd better come quickly then."

Ginny clenched her legs around his head. "Spend more time on my clit and I will," she commanded. "The baby wants an orgasm."

Harry grinned and went back to work, teasing her a bit more before flattening his tongue against her. His hand fell away from his erection but at that point, it didn't matter. Ginny swore an oath and shuddered as she came, somehow managing to grab him at the same time; it only took two quick pumps of her hand before he finished, covering his chest and her thighs with warm wetness. She was still quivering, rising up and down on her knees when he finally had enough breath to speak again.

"That wasn't true, right? About you forgetting the silencing charms? It was to get me more worked up."

Ginny grabbed her wand and began cleaning them both. "Well, I didn't actually forget, you see." She sat down on the floor with a groan and rubbed her knees. Harry pulled her into his lap and began massaging them for her. "Growing up we all knew they had charms on the room that only worked for them. Kept the twins from sneaking in and making mischief." She shrugged. "If we'd cast a silencing charm of our own, who knows what might have happened."

Harry dropped his head to her shoulder. "I think I'm really glad I didn't know that before," he muttered. His hands snaked around Ginny's front and rested on her belly. "Did the baby like its orgasm?"

Ginny snuggled her head into the crook of Harry's neck. "Very much. And so did its mum." She yawned. "We could probably take a nap here, you know. As long as we got dressed first."

"I probably couldn't keep my hands off you," Harry said ruefully. "You'd be naked again in no time and I'm not sure how I feel about making love in your parents' bed."

"Me either," Ginny admitted. "Although I really am knackered."

Harry pulled her to her feet. "I'll Apparate us to your bedroom. Hopefully no one's snuck in there while we've been busy here." He smirked. "Don't bother getting dressed first; as soon as you've had enough rest, we're going for round two."

"Sounds good to me," said Ginny. "But you're going to be lying in bed when I give you a blow job; my knees can't take anymore today."