AN- I had a few requests for a follow-up to the last one, Conference. So here you go!

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Curbing Expectations

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Her back pressed against the hard wooden surface wasn't the most comfortable place for this to finally happen again, but his mouth working its way down her neck to her breasts as his nimble fingers worked at the buttons on her blouse meant that she didn't much care what she was laying on right now. His scent had been driving her crazy all day, for two weeks actually. Every time she'd caught a whiff of it she was right back in that hotel room at the conference and he was doing things to her with those lips that were now almost at her nipples, and those fingers that were pulling apart the last button, those fingers had been inside her.

She didn't know how they'd managed to last this long.

Not wanting to wait a second longer she lowered her hands from his silky hair and started pulling up on his shirt to get it over his head.

Harry pulled back far enough so that he could pull it the rest of the way and she assisted him further by attacking his belt and deftly undoing it and going for the button on his trousers.

He didn't have to ask before she simply pulled up her skirt and rid herself of her knickers.

It was just a moment more and he was inside her again.

Both of them gave an almighty groan at the feeling of being complete once more.

Ginny fell back against the desk and closed her eyes as she savored the sensation of being so full.

He'd been her last and they'd tried to put it behind them; chalk it up to a one-night stand and carry on professionally with one another. But it had been such an incredible night that she'd been aching all over for a repeat.

One month and fifteen days. That was how long they had held out. And a month of that was only due to the fact that they had been at opposite sides of the island.

Then when they started working together it lay unspoken between them that they wouldn't talk about it. There was an office to set up, systems to put into place and plenty of work to do.

But every time they locked eyes, every time they passed each other on the way to the coffee machine there was this energy that came between them.

Whenever his gorgeous green eyes locked on hers it was like a phantom presence of him was once more wrapping his arms around her and kissing his way down her body. Even if he was across the room and they would lock eyes, she would be able to smell his subtle scent. He did not wear cologne or use a powerful body wash or shampoo, it was simply his clean scent and a hint of his deodorant. She wanted to bury her nose in his shirt and feel warmth of it.

They'd made it two full weeks working together.

That was an accomplishment!

Two weeks of longing, of making it a point not to have any physical contact, not even if she had to pass him a file. Two weeks of looking and phantom sensations passing over her, of going to her new flat every night and trying to tell herself it was just hormones and second guessing but then visualizing what they had done together and what they could be getting up to together, then talking herself out of it.

Because it could wind up going completely wrong if they wound up doing what they were doing now.

It was end of day on a Friday. All she had come in here to do was an end of the week wrap up.

It was what she had done with her previous boss.

They would go over what had gotten done that week and discuss where they needed to pick up on Monday and goals for the next week.

They had made it through the last sit down the previous Friday without incident. Although, Sirius had been there to that might have helped encourage them to stay a few feet apart.

But then there they were.

Alone in his office.

Everyone else had left for the day and it was just the two of them together on the top floor of this office building with no supervision.

They'd made it through the reports at least.

She'd read them off her sheet of paper without looking up at him, and then she did.

He hadn't heard a word she'd said, she knew it. His eyes weren't vacant or glazed like he was bored. No, they were dark and they were fixed on her lips, then them moved up to her eyes and there it was again.

She knew there had been a blush that rose to her cheeks, she damned her genetics for making it so obvious when she was embarrassed or, in this case, turned on. And from his look alone.

Ginny tried to keep her breathing level. She tried very hard not to bite her lip as she pictured him standing up from his desk, swiping everything on it to the side and simply taking her on its surface.

She was warm all over from those lustful eyes of his. If he gave her a smirk then she knew she would be done for, all resolve completely gone.

Something about a man like him knowing that he need only say the word and she would completely soak through her kickers, it was such a turn on.

He did it.

Oh, that bastard.

It wasn't a smirk, it was crooked and slightly sheepish smile.

"Look, Ginny," he started and stood up to come around his desk.

'Oh, fuck it,' she thought, her resolve was completely gone. Ginny tossed her papers to the floor and strode over to him to meet him halfway around his desk. His somewhat startled look didn't phase her before she grasped him by the shoulders and brought her lips to his.

The blood rushing through her ears did nothing to push her heart back down her throat to where it should be. It was only as she felt him responding with equal enthusiasm that the pressure in her chest lessened and her mind completely shut off, letting her hormones take the lead.

Now, with him inside her once more it felt good.

Oh God, it felt so good.

He grasped her hips to lift them up to where he needed them to be and gave her slow and thorough movements in and out, bottoming out completely inside her every time. Her hands came down to grip the bottom of the desk and do her part to make every thrust the best it could be.

"I'm not going to last long," Harry warned her.

She put her hand to her clit and started working away at it, desperate to join him with his finish. He groaned is appreciation at seeing her pleasure herself while he continued to drive into her.

So much fantasizing about this moment she had done, and it was living up to her expectations. Having already shagged him, she knew what he was capable of so she didn't need him to last long. She wasn't going to last long either.

Then he grunted her name. He wasn't done yet, but he said her name. As though he had been fantasizing about this happening between them as well. Like he went home every night and convinced himself that they shouldn't, and yet every time he needed to 'relieve himself' she was still the image he called to mind.

She felt like a goddess hearing her name leave his lips in that tone and it sent her over the edge.

She cried out his name as the waves of pleasure shot through her. Feeling him approaching his final thrusts was helping extend the experience. He got a bit thicker when he came; she'd noticed it last time.

With a final gasp and sigh from him his movements slowed and became more of a rocking motion as they both caught their breath.

She lay there in a daze, but he seemed to collect himself quickly and opened the drawer on his desk, retrieving napkins to clean up the mess.

Five minutes later they were both dressed, not quite as tidily as they were before that interlude, and sitting back across from each other. Staring at each other, both at a loss on what to say.

"You've been checked, right?" 'Really Ginny?' she scolded herself. 'That's the first question you have? Do you have an STI?'

"Checked?" Harry asked.

"Er, yeah. I mean. I haven't been to the doctor since after we… but I had before and I was, erm, clean."

"Oh! Checked," he nodded. "Right. Yes, yes I was all good at last check up. And you were, you know, the only woman I've been with in a while."

"Okay, good. Glad I can cross that one off my list then," she said lamely.

"And, what about," he pointed down towards her crotch. "We didn't use protection."

"Nexplanon," Ginny assured him.

"Nex-what?"

"Birth control," she verified. "I've a five-year implant." (AN-for ChRiAn *wink*)

"Oh." He leaned back in his seat looking relieved.

It wasn't exactly what she had been hoping to talk to him about after their go 'round. Covering the health portion with him was something she had kicked herself over not doing though. She should have had a check up before she left London, but she didn't. Then when she moved to Leeds she'd been busy right from the off.

Busy fantasizing about her new boss mostly.

"Have you been having as hard a time with this as I have?" Ginny flat out asked him. "Because I keep replaying what we did last time and thinking about where in this office we could get up to more mischief, and now that's your desk taken care of."

His eyebrow quirked up in interest. "Where else?"

She'd play this game with him a bit. "Copy room, Kitchen, woman's loo."

"Not the mens?" he cut in.

"No. The ratio of women to men here means that it's less likely to be busted in the woman's loo," she let out a laugh mid sentence at that because she had put thought into it and that was ridiculous.

"So, you've put a lot of thought into this then," he grinned.

She rolled her eyes, but her responding smile gave her away. "Look, what I'm saying is; my hormones are a bit out of control around you. I'm admitting that, can you please just tell me if it's the same for you?"

"I'm sure I've been fairly obvious about that," he told her, with an expression that told her that she and he were in the same boat.

She leaned back in her seat and chewed the corner of her lip in thought. "Office romances never last."

"Sleeping with your assistant is a cliché," he agreed. There was a moment of silence before he said, "I want to do it again though."

They had been looking straight at each other for this whole exchange and she felt another phantom sensation of him having enveloped her in his arms. They hadn't gotten up to much in the way of kisses, but she could feel her lips plumping up some in anticipation of how swollen they would be if she could snog him for as long and as thoroughly as she'd like to.

"I want some kind of understanding here though," she told him. "I don't want to be your booty call or your fuck buddy, or whatever term you might come up with."

"And dating?" he asked, sounding so hopeful it made her own heart give a lurch in longing.

She very much liked the idea of dating him but knowing that it could end terribly for both of them meant that she didn't want to get too invested and have her new way of life fall apart just as she was trying to settle into it properly.

"How about this," she sat up straight. "For one month we take our weekends and try and get it all out of our systems. Just shag like bunnies at your place, my place, wherever. But during the week we are Mr. Potter and Ms. Weasley. Boss and PA at Black Holding Inc. That way we won't have our hormones making me want to jump you every time we pass each other."

He looked intrigued by the suggestion. "You just want to shag all weekend for four weekends?"

Her thighs rubbed together at the thought of it. "Some months have five weekends," she told him meekly.

He grinned at her then, but it fell away to a frown, a line of concern showing between his eyebrows. "But, then what?"

"It will be something we'll be able to answer then," she told him. "Right now we don't know what this is. Jumping all in or saying that it's casual, it's too soon to know at this point. At least if we have a time limit and frame on when and where then either of us can back out or we can come to a mutual decision on what we want after five weekends."

He nodded absently in thought. "It seems reasonable. It will certainly help take the edge off so I don't try shagging you on my desk again."

"I quite liked that actually," she blushed.

"You like it a bit rough, do you?" His grin was back.

"It wasn't rough, it was… intense."

As they sat making eyes at each other and grinning over this deal they had struck she couldn't help thinking that these next five weekends were going to be the best she would ever experience.

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She spent the first weekend at his flat. He had still to unpack everything, so between giving him a hand setting his flat up they shagged on his new sofa, on his new bed, in his new shower and had a failed attempt at shagging against the wall in his new hallway because his arms gave out, which they laughed about while laying entangled on his new floor.

The next weekend they spent at hers, which was a much smaller flat that she felt had much more character than his new modern place. They christened every room in her flat as well, though there were only four of them including the kitchen, bathroom and sitting room, and they argued playfully over which movie to watch only to wind up snogging on the sofa through the whole thing.

From there they alternated weekends at each others flats and together they discovered all the best take-away places in their new town. Their work and home lives were kept completely separate and though they exchanged a few looks here and there that sent that same warm feeling all over her, they were able to work in perfect harmony and professionalism Monday to Thursday.

Ginny had hit her stride in working with the new team, she and Sirius got on wonderfully when he was in the office and they'd become friends. She'd even gotten comfortable enough with him that when she had to book a trip to Paris she'd requested the honeymoon suite and had rose petals and champagne waiting for him in his room with a note to enjoy his hand.

He'd called her right away and couldn't get out his reprimand because he'd been laughing too hard.

Harry had laughed long and hard about that one.

Before they knew it the fifth weekend had come and gone with neither of them making any mention of stopping their arrangement. It was three months in that Harry came in to work on Monday morning holding two coffees in his hands and gave one to her.

She had been standing with three of their coworkers at the time, gave him a 'thanks' and out of complete habit, kissed him.

Right there in front of everyone.

Thing was, neither of them realized their mistake right away. Ginny carried on with the anecdote she'd been sharing and grabbed Harry's coffee while he took off his jacket and then took it back.

"Excuse me," Kye, the para-legal, cut in. "Something you two want to tell us?"

"Yeah, you certainly don't give me a kiss when I bring you coffee," Michael, the general office assistant, gave mock protest.

Ginny and Harry looked at each other in surprise. They knew each other well enough now though that the silent conversation about how it had been well over five weekends now and they were nowhere near getting the other out of their system anytime soon. She knew him properly and he her.

And they wanted more.

"Yes," Harry answered for the both of them. "We've been together for a while and just keeping it quiet." He put his arm around her waist and gave her another sweet kiss.

"Oh, that's great. I'm happy for you," Kye told them. "And now I have some forms for you to fill out," he told them seriously, as part of his job entailed Human Resources.

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