NoxKnight

I want one about makeup sex. I've always wondered what would Harry and Ginny fight about and how they would solve arguments.

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Conciliate

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The whole ride back to the hotel room they had been silent. She'd been looking out the window, knowing that it had been partly her fault but not able to quite form the words to get them out and help them both put this whole thing behind them.

It had been so stupid too.

It was in the moment; Frustrations had built, they hadn't communicated and then they'd both just fumed.

Harry didn't yell, so silent treatment was the way that she knew for sure he was furious. He wasn't even looking at her either. If he looked at her then she knew that an apologetic and shameful look would come over her face and he would just close his eyes for a moment, take a deep breath in through his nose and then just give a slight shake of his head before very quietly telling her exactly why he was angry.

She wasn't much of a yeller either.

At him anyhow. At her brothers she'd lay right into them.

Harry was absolutely not her brothers. He wasn't a ginger, and she had fights with him like he wasn't a ginger. Their relationship had lasted through many trials and tribulations. They'd been through wars and break-ups together, Funerals, weddings, including their own, births, birthdays. Highs and lows.

And this was their worst fight they'd had.

And it was over something so minor that it was actually boggling her mind a bit.

The thing was, this was kind of their honeymoon. It was a very delayed honeymoon, but they were busy people and the year that they got married they only had so much time that they could take off for the wedding. Then the year after that their schedules just couldn't line up to take two weeks off together; her Quidditch season had stretched on, then Teddy got Dragon Pox and Harry didn't know if he himself had been vaccinated, Andy knew she hadn't, so Ginny took care of the little guy for a week and a half until he was all better. Then Harry's time off was chewed up with a former colleague asking for help with MACUSA.

So here they were, two years into marriage and going on their honeymoon.

It was more of a babymoon too. They'd talked about time frames for starting a family and around now was when they had talked about them both being comfortable worrying less about her taking the potion on time all the time. Like it wouldn't be the worst thing if her monthly visitor suddenly stopped showing up.

She wasn't feeling all hot for him right at this particular moment, but they weren't done their holiday yet.

And they couldn't possibly be still angry about this in a few hours, could they?

She glanced over at him. His jaw was twitching because he was grinding his teeth.

Oh, Ginny knew he wanted to tell her what she'd done wrong so badly.

He hadn't seen what she was trying to do though! He didn't see how she was trying to correct-

No, no. just take a breath and look back out the window, she told herself.

They were one week into their trip now and it had been lovely and exciting thus far. She hadn't travelled much outside work, and neither had he. Their choosing to go to the complete opposite side of the world had been exciting to both of them.

This was a Muggle tour group they were travelling with as well, something more exciting to her than to Harry. It was easy enough to pretend to be Muggle around this group of people since they were drunk most of the time and slightly off the grid so she didn't have to worry about looking stupid not being able to operate an electric kettle.

They'd travelled by Portkey to get to Auckland, New Zealand and spent a day walking around the city before their bus tour started.

Hermione had helped them choose the company they were travelling with and helped with their day-trip adventures they chose to participate in along the way, as well as their back stories. Ginny was a Physical Education teacher at a primary school, Harry was a Bobby.

They'd gone on a wine tour, watched a sheep auction, tried something called Zorbing, visited a geyser and a cave filled with bioluminescent worms. There was a bunch of other stuff too that had been great fun. It was wonderful being just another anonymous person again after having a few years of being a known Holyhead Harpy.

Today was the adventure day trip that had seemed like great fun. And it was! Right up until the end there.

They had been canoeing along a magnificent blue river today. Their canoe wasn't really a canoe, it was an inflatable two-person boat. There were six or seven other canoe's in the group and they all travelled the same route, stopped for lunch, and then kept going. They'd seen beautiful waterfalls and meandered around down the bright blue river, it was relaxing and fun.

Then it was right at the end there that Ginny was at the front and saw that Harry was steering them towards a part of the river that would ground the canoe. She kept trying to correct him from where she was at the front, but then he would turn them back towards the bit of land that was running along the middle of the river. And so back and forth they both kept correcting each other, growing more frustrated with each other and yet neither saying anything out loud until Harry finally growled and simply jumped out of the canoe!

Not like it was deep water, but he had been so ticked off with her that he got into the water and went to the front and pulled the canoe the rest of the way along the river until they were past where the bit of land in the middle of the river was. Then he got back in the back of the canoe and they kept paddling until they reached the end of the river tour.

See?

It was a very small and stupid reason for both of them to be so mad at each other.

Canoeing.

It had been a lovely day trip right up until that moment.

The bus ride had been for about an hour until they got back to the hotel, still not saying anything to each other as they made their way to the room. They didn't interact with anyone else either because no one else from their tour group had opted to take that particular outing, they were all out skydiving or something. Ginny and Harry didn't need to experience what it was like to fall from a great height, they could do that on their own with their brooms, they didn't need to rely on a tarp, or wings or whatever it was to stop the Muggles from plummeting into the ground.

Harry was the first through the door into the room. Ginny closed the door behind her and watched the way Harry was holding himself. He had such a particular way of moving when he was tense. His whole body was ridged and every movement so purposeful, like he was trying to act naturally, but had forgotten how to make a fluid movement.

Ginny wasn't quite sure how to hold herself either. She just wanted to re-set and pick up the day from after lunch.

All she had to have done was pointed out that little strip of land and both of them probably would have been in the mood to have gone straight to the bar when they got back rather than the room. There was a lovely patio out at the bar and they could be watching for their other tour mates to come back from their outings and plan out the evening with them.

They'd fought a few times before, she and Harry. But those had always been over something… real. This was too small of an issue to really throw down and follow that up with some make-up sex.

So, maybe they should skip the 'throw down' portion?

He was sitting on the end of the bed now and taking his shoes off.

There was no way that either of them were in the mood to head out of the room and pretend that everything was okay. The pair of them sucked at pretending and she never wanted to act around him.

They certainly weren't going to be spending the rest of the evening in the room either.

Being sure to tread lightly, Ginny walked around to the other side of the room and pulled the somewhat sheer curtains closed. There was plenty of light outside, so with those drawn no one would be able to see into their room.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

She turned back around to face him. He was still sitting on the end of the bed, not looking like he was planning on moving.

That suited her.

This would be easier if he remained seated like that.

Their eyes locked and she saw the immediate reaction in him from that small connection.

Because it wasn't a small connection. It was all they needed to properly communicate.

She could remember perfectly the night of the Battle of Hogwarts, coming through from Hogsmeade and her eyes locking on his for the first time in months. She had known immediately that he'd missed her just as much as she'd missed him. It was all that they'd needed when they were at George and Angelina's wedding to know that theirs was going to be next as well.

Now she saw that he too knew that they weren't leaving the room without sorting this out.

And that she was sorry.

She could see that he regretted how it had played out too.

A small giggle shook her slightly.

It was ridiculous after all.

There was a dimple that became more pronounced on his cheek as well. He too knew that this had gotten completely blown out of proportion.

Ginny moved around to stand in front of him and his hands came to rest on her hips as she stepped between his knees. His forehead rested on her belly, just under her breasts, and he gave a sigh. She ran her fingers through his hair and then worked her way down, starting to pull his shirt up. He let her pull it over his head, then tugged up on her own shirt.

Slowly and silently they both pulled off the rest of the others clothes until they were right back in their original position, completely naked. She kept her fingers in his hair, moving in a sensuous massage, and he let his hands wander all over her form, everywhere he could reach and knead, he did.

Ginny leaned down and lay a kiss to his temple, then pressed more kisses further down the side of his face as he leaned his head back in order to meet her mouth. They both sighed against each other as their lips met.

Harry wrapped his arms around her and hugged her close so that she was left with no option but to straddle him there on the bed. Her knees came up and back down on the bed on either side of him and she slid herself down to settle hard against him in his lap.

Speaking of hard.

There was the familiar gentle pressure of his little soldier pressing against her thigh and growing a little firmer as their lips continued their dance together. He was always wonderful with his hands too. His lips were fantastic, and Merlin, he'd made her cry out his name several times over with that little soldier of his, but his hands! She'd turned into absolute putty for him several times over when he would give her little massages.

She was an athlete after all.

He'd learned through a process of trial and error how much of a massage was too much if he wanted her to be a willing participant in some kinky fuckery as well. If he kneaded at her too much, or in a particularly bothersome area, then the event was more likely to wind up with her begging for more of his hands with the promise of a blow job later on as a thank you.

Now he knew to only let his wandering hands be a tease and just enough to elicit a few moans from her. He worked his way downwards as well, grabbing at her bum.

Ginny applied more pressure against his chest with her own and pushed him back to lay on the bed and kissed her way down his body.

"Gin," he whispered. And it just hung there in the room. The simple whisper of her name with no context, request or question. Her name had simply slipped from his lips.

Further down his body she moved, as she kissed away at each of the small strips of skin here and there, she felt his erection trailing against her body like a beckoning statue. She knew that Harry absolutely loved it when she gave him head. They'd had a lot of fun figuring out the joys of giving oral, after all the initial embarrassment anyways.

By the time she settled in between his legs with her knees on the floor again, Harry was breathing quite hard.

She nuzzled him there against the underside of his erection, against the smooth skin of his groomed sack, then she sucked one of his balls into her mouth and swirled her tongue around it twice before giving a final suck and letting it pop out of her mouth before doing the same with the second.

Blow jobs were always the best way to apologize, they'd joked about that several times before.

She trailed her tongue upwards along the underside of him until she reached the tip and then dove him down as deep as she could take him in one fell swoop. He flinched and jerked at the sensation, but she knew it was a pleasurable one for him. He let out a complimentary groan of encouragement and she began working away at him.

Not for too long though. She wasn't the only one that needed to say sorry after all.

Climbing back up so she was straddling him she lowered herself down so he was nicely nestled inside of her. No time had passed before he grabbed her leg and flipped them over so that he was the one in control. She had no qualms about that, he was hot when he was in charge.

He took her hands and pinned them above her head, driving into her hand giving a nice twirl of his hips every time he was deep inside her, making sure to get just the right spot for her. That was his way of apology.

Or, the apology could be what he was about to do with his hand right now!

Harry used his one hand to keep her own pinned above her head, but the other one was slipping down her side and underneath her to her back entrance! They didn't get adventurous like this too often but he knew that it helped set her off like a rocket.

"Harry!" she panted as his one finger pressed against her rosebud and slipped inside. That coupled with him grinding against her wasn't going to let her last very long.

Sure enough, a few moments later and she had reached nirvana, calling out his name once more as she came.

He kept up his movements, withdrawing his hands so she could wrap her arms around him and letting her ride out her finish, then he tugged under her thighs so she would pull up her legs. She was familiar with this position as well and bit her lip as she grinned at the request.

With her shins were pressed against his chest she couldn't help crying out loudly as he thrust inside her. This position was so good it almost hurt! He was so deep inside her, and something about the angle and how he was able to completely bottom out, she felt it through her whole body.

They were most certainly disturbing a few of their neighbors at the point that Harry finished, collapsing to the bed beside her and both of them gasping for air and waiting for their heartbeats to return to normal.

"I'm sorry," Ginny told him as her breathing was almost back to normal. "I should have told you about the little island instead of trying to steer."

"Yeah," he sighed, "and I should have just told you to stop or something."

She shook her head, baffled by how out of hand they'd let that little fight get, how they'd both shut down, likely because they both knew how ridiculous it was.

Then she started laughing, and he started laughing.

"That was so stupid," he chuckled.

"Yes, it was." She leaned over and gave him a kiss. "Now, do we get dressed and head to the bar, or do we need a nap?"

"Well, we are already naked and in bed," he reasoned.

Ginny grinned and scooted closer so that they could cuddle.

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AN- My hubby and I had that fight. It is still the worst fight we've ever had, and we laugh about that now.