Gabi: Please write them together making the mashing potatoes fantasy happen.

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Creamed Potato Soup

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It hadn't been too long of a day and he was relieved to be starting his weekend. Training the new recruits had been a fun transition from being an Auror. He enjoyed introducing them to different tactics and drilling into their head what they could and couldn't do.

He liked scaring them as well.

That bit was sort of malicious, but he knew that some of them thought he was a has-been at this point. It had been eighteen years since the Battle of Hogwarts after all. Since then, he had been on some high-profile cases, but mostly he had managed to keep out of the limelight.

Getting these snot-nosed eighteen-year-olds coming in fresh from taking their NEWTS and thinking that they were already at the top of their game and had 'made it', well, that wasn't the case. It was like they had been running track all their life and now they made it to the National competition when the goal was the Olympics. He got a bit of pleasure in watching the reality of it all sink into the new recruits year after year.

He looked into their faces and couldn't believe he had looked that adolescent when the war was going on. He looked positively ancient now in comparison to them.

When he was eighteen had been fresh off of being on the run for a year, he looked haunted, not haughty.

Now he was thirty-five and married with three kids, all of whom were thankfully off at Hogwarts right now. Four kids if you counted Teddy, and he did count Teddy, but he was out of Hogwarts now and that still blew Harry's mind sometimes. Teddy was done with school and taking some time off to do a bit of traveling before figuring out his next step.

It was great having them all out of the house right now.

Don't get Harry wrong, he missed his kids, but not just after summer. Lily was just old enough to go to school now too so the house was completely silent and he and Ginny felt like they were on vacation not just having the house to themselves for the first time in over a decade.

Kicking off his shoes at the door when he got in he wandered into the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of beer from the fridge, cracking it open before turning around and seeing what was on the kitchen island.

He froze with the bottle halfway to his lips.

Then he grinned in excitement.

It was a bit childish of him to have this reaction still after so many years, but when it was Ginny making it known that she was looking for some attention in the bedroom, it was somewhat super hot.

For, on the kitchen island there lay the potato masher.

To this day he couldn't watch his wife mash potatoes without getting hard. Even when he used it he saw her eyebrow quirk, saw that bottom lip of hers being pulled between her teeth because it did the same thing to her.

Neither of them would thoughtlessly leave this item out on the counter.

She may as well have stuck a bow on it and a tiny apron.

He listened hard for sounds of movement in the house, but he couldn't hear anything. It was nearing five, he'd finished up early today because he was eager to start all of the nothing on his list a bit sooner for his weekend. His plans for tomorrow included laying in bed naked and licking some kind of syrup off his wife's breasts.

If she'd let him.

Which she probably would.

She might let him do it tonight if the potato masher was any indication.

They could actually make mashed potatoes and he could lick that off her.

Before he could talk himself out of it he grabbed a pot from the hook above the sink and filled it up with water, then set to peeling and dicing up potatoes.

He loved it when she left little messages to him around the house, or in his lunch. He remembered one time she'd simply drawn a stick figure picture of how she wanted him to take her that night, he could barely focus all afternoon that day.

Ginny was his randy little minx and he made sure to tell her regularly that he couldn't believe how lucky he was to have her.

That she still wanted him and told him with messages like this it just made him feel all the more lucky.

They were going on twenty years together and their sex life had only gotten better with age.

The potatoes had been boiling just long enough when he heard her come down the stairs.

"I didn't realize you were home already," Harry said as he drained the water out of the pot.

"I didn't realize you were home either," Ginny told him from the doorway.

"I saw what you left out," he grinned and set the pot down on the counter before turning to look at her.

She might not have known he was home, but she had clearly been expecting him. It certainly wasn't a normal sight to have her walking around in just an apron. It was a small apron as well. The cut of it barely covered her breasts and the skirt portion was higher than a mini-skirt.

Ginny was leaning against the door frame with her arms crossed.

She'd dolled herself all up for him! Eye make-up, lipstick, her hair was brushed until it shinned.

And that apron.

"I take it you haven't mashed that up yet," she commented.

He shook his head side to side, continuing to look her over from top to bottom. His tongue was currently feeling too large in his mouth to be able to form any words anyhow.

Ginny strode over to the fridge to pull out some butter, conveniently turning her back to him and bending over a bit while she pulled it out from the shelf, exposing her naked bum to him.

Merlin, he loved his wife.

He just stared at her with a stupid grin on his face while she went about cutting off a piece of the butter and adding it to the pot of steaming potatoes, then she swirled the butter around with a spoon before picking up the masher and turning to him. "Are you going to help me?" she asked is a sultry tone.

Slowly and surely she plunged that masher into the pot and started stroking it. Pushing and pulling it out in an established rhythm and he grew harder at the display before him.

Quickly as he could manage without falling over he rid himself of all his clothes.

"Good boy," she purred, looking him directly in the erection.

She continued mashing the potatoes as he pressed himself up against her back, his bare skin against hers. Ginny looked over her shoulder and smirked at him, rocking back against his erection that was gently cupped between her cheeks, in time with the movement of her hand.

Harry pulled her hair to one side and leaned down to kiss her neck. He knew all of her erogenous zones now. Licking and sucking on her collar and working his way up to her ear, she hummed in pleasure, still rocking back against him as her hand continued to work away.

Gradually those movements gained momentum and his hands came up to grab her breasts, kneading them there under the apron and pinching her nipples just a little so he would get her to make that squeaking yelp sound she did every time he pinched her there.

"You like it," he growled in her ear.

She hummed again and rest her head back against his shoulder. "And you like this," she purred and took a dollop of the mashed and smeared it on her collar.

His hands moved from her breasts down to her hips to keep her in place as he ate the mashed off of her, loving the feel of her ass gyrating against him while she shivered from the sensations of his tongue and lips working her over like they were.

Once she was good and cleaned off he turned her around, untying the apron as she turned. He pulled it over her head and pushed the pot out of the way. He lifted Ginny up by her thighs and placed her down on the counter, hooking his finger into the pot and gathering up his own dollop of mashed and bringing it to her chest. He smeared the stuff over her breasts, just above her nipples, and lowered his head.

Her legs wrapped around him and her hands dug into his hair as he went back and forth from one breast to the next, licking, sucking and nipping at each one in turn until every essence of buttery goodness was gone.

Then he took another small amount from the pot and pushed her back to lay down.

This finger full of mashed wasn't going to be for him though. Ginny took hold of his hand and brought that finger to her mouth, taking it in completely before giving one hard suck and slowly pulling it out, twirling her tongue all around it in the process. Harry's eyes drooped closed in the pleasure of it.

He was perfectly lined up with her like this. Before his finger was even out of her mouth he pressed himself forwards, grabbing hold of his erection and aiming it to be lined up perfectly with her and slowly guided himself in as his finger was pulled out.

With just the tip inside her she lowered her other hand and stroked him a few times before laying back to rest her elbows on the counter and taking one more dollop to smear a line right down the middle of her chest.

"Oh, yes," he nodded in appreciation and plunged into her completely.

"Oh, yes," she moaned in agreement and tightened her legs around him.

Her back arched and head fell back as he started thrusting into her properly, his mouth went to her chest and he licked up the new mess on her chest. He was likely going to leave a bruise on her hips with how he was gripping her but he had to pull her off the counter just a bit if he was going to keep this pace.

Her bum came off the counter a bit and her legs straightened out so she had them supported on the counter on the other side from the island.

He switched from giving her hard thrusts to gyrating against her in the way he knew drove her over the edge. As she got closer to that edge he felt her beginning to clench around him in a way that almost made him drop her it felt so good.

As soon as she cried out he couldn't hold back his desire for his own finish any longer. Again and again he slammed inside her until he finally yelled out his own finish, milking it for all it was worth.

When he opened his eyes he saw Ginny splayed out on the counter with a very satisfied expression on her face.

"Liked that, did you?" she grinned.

"Oh yes. Feel free to greet me that way anytime."

"And that was just the appetizer," she told him before twirling her hips around once more.

He groaned again at the feeling. "Oh yeah?" he started and then slid himself out of her slowly before helping her to her feet. "What's for dinner then?"

He lowered himself to his knees before her and kissed either side of her hip before working his way down the 'v' line to her sex.

"I was going to say creamed potato soup and then me for dessert," Ginny said. "But we can start with dessert if you'd like."

He did like the sound of that very much.

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