AN- Prompt from Iwik again, probably from over a year ago.

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Cellphones Make Things Easier

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Another date down and yet again she had barely managed to scrape two words together. The only reason why she wasn't hating herself too much over it is because he hadn't managed to say much either.

And she didn't get it. Normally she couldn't stop herself from running her mouth about anecdotes and leud jokes. She'd been crushing hard on him for weeks before he'd asked her out, that was likely the problem; the crush had rendered her mute.

Their first interaction was smooth enough; they pulled off the 'hi, how are you's', and 'we should meet up sometime, here's my number', bit just fine. Now they'd had two dates in incredibly loud places and all she knew about him was his name, where he grew up and that he was fucking peng.

Ginny went to her fridge and pulled out a beer, popped the cap off and sat down on the couch, staring at her phone.

Harry had kissed her goodnight, but it was a polite kiss goodnight, and it was outside the pub, he hadn't walked her home after to attempt to make more conversation or try to extend their time together.

Those had been two very disappointing dates.

She opened up her screen and pulled up his Facebook page, scrolling through his photos and some old comments he put on other friends pages. He looked fun, he looked up for anything. He looked like just the sort of guy that she wouldn't mind bringing into her flat to have mindless sex with from dusk until dawn.

Something had to be done.

Two dates and no snog sessions? It wasn't like anything she could text him was possibly going to make things worse.

Ginny tapped on the messenger icon and pulled up his last text saying he'd meet her at the pub for six. She gave another glance at the time on her phone and saw it was only just turning nine right now.

So early to be done with a Saturday night.

G-Any chance you think we'll actually talk to each other the next time we go out?

She took another drink of her beer and waited a minute. Then another minute.

Was texting him twice in under five minutes too needy?

No, she needed to get this taken care of right now or she'd burst. She'd had two drinks at the pub before coming home and starting in on her third. Her thumbs could take control for this one.

G- Or maybe talking just isn't our thing. There are other ways we can express ourselves that require no words at all.

Like a nightclub, she thought innocently. But a nightclub was not at all what she meant.

Finally! There were three dots indicating he was texting her back.

H- Are you saying my lack of brain to mouth function hasn't turned you off of me?

Yes! A dialogue was starting.

G- Not like I'm any better. I was capable of doing nothing but trying not to stare at you and couldn't think of a single thing to say.

H- And what would you say now if I was there beside you?

G- If you were on my couch beside me we certainly wouldn't be talking.

H- Good to know it's the food that's the problem.

G- No, I do like food, but I don't like using it as a conversation piece. What I'd really like to do is skip over the whole 'introduction process' and get right to the more primal instincts that caused you to finally ask for my number.

H- Finally?

H- And I'm liking the mentioning of the primal instincts.

Ginny grinned and finished off her bottle, her confidence building up now that the flirting was starting to be reciprocated.

G- Yes. Finally. I may have failed to mention it in my never-ending diatribe but I'd been noticing you and that gorgeous face of yours for weeks at the park. Every time we were walking passed each other I kept trying to see if there was a ring on your finger.

H- And here I had been trying not to get caught every time I turned my head to watch you walk away. Your hips are hypnotizing, btw.

G- They do that when I'm trying to be enticing.

She hadn't been crazy! He had been checking her arse out every time they passed each other. She knew she felt his eyes on her. It had to have been two months at least that had gone by since she noticed him on the path at the park, they passed each other twice a day four to five days a week there, then she finally did something about it.

G- Just like how they sometimes cause me to spontaneously lose my balance while walking the same path I have for a year. It's like they know who's unwitting arms I might fall into.

H- You did that on purpose?

She grinned and stuck her tongue between her teeth. Hell yes she'd done that on purpose.

G- You didn't catch on to that? Meet cutes happen in movies, that's it, everything else is staged by us women folk.

H- And you couldn't tell me this in person? It would have been a nice conversation starter.

G- Or made me sound crazy.

H- Yes, there's always that chance. But you're hot, so I'd let that crazy stunt pass.

G- Is there a limit to the crazy stunts that I'm allowed based on how hot you think I am?

H- Yes. You've got several more left at your disposal. What about me? Does my level of attractiveness allow me to make any crazy suggestions?

G- One or two, men have less leeway than we women do.

H- Oi, double standards much?

G- Think this through though; if I texted you that I wanted to come over to yours and sit on your face, what are the odds that you, or any man, would find that repulsive and turn it down? Meanwhile, if you texted me at random, something along the same lines, like 'wish you were here to blow me right now', how well do you think that would go over?

There was a while before the text bubbles showed up again, and she had to wonder if she'd pushed a boundary.

He had mentioned that she had a few crazy cards left to play before he would be done with her.

H- You tell me? If I were to text you that, how would you react?

She grinned and bit her lip.

What would she do if he texted her that?

Her thighs rubbed together as she thought. It had been a while since she'd given one.

G- Might take a while to get the job done, I'm a bit out of practice. Perhaps I should pick up a popsicle to remember how to do it right.

This wasn't proving her case, but making him randy for her was more of a goal right now than showing that double standards still existed.

H- I really should have walked you home.

Yes, he really should have. Maybe then they would have started actually talking and he could have given her a proper kiss at her door that would have had her inviting him up. Odds were that with the level of attraction she had for him, unless he was a sloppy kisser, they would have been giving her mattress a work out by now.

G- How far are you from the park?

H- Ten minutes

G- Same. Pull your hand out of your pants and meet me there.

H- Why would you think my hand was in my pants?

G- I just texted you that I wanted to sit on your face, then mentioned practicing blowing you on a popsicle first. Given your admitted level of attraction for me, if your hand hadn't been in your pants, I'd be insulted.

H- It's nice that you already have that much understanding about me.

G- Mhmm. Now go and get your trainers back on and meet me. Let's finish this date off right.

She scrolled quickly through her photo library to find a picture of her that was taken at a burlesque night she'd been at for a friends hen night, which was an incredibly flattering picture, and sent it to him. That aught to have got him moving quickly.

Ginny got up and slipped her phone in her back pocket, then grabbed her keys and a light jacket. She was halfway to the street when her phone buzzed.

H- Jesus fuck, you know how to get a man motivated.

Hell yes she did!

Her pace to the park was the quickest she'd ever set and Harry was already nearly at the exit on her end when she saw him. She worried that they might see each other and clam up again, so instead of saying anything, she just grabbed him by the jacket collar and kissed him.

He was certainly not a sloppy kisser, in fact he was a fantastic snog, just how she'd built him up in her head to be. He lifted her up so she had no choice but to wrap her legs around him and he brought her onto the grass and pressed her back against a tree.

This was so much better than talking.

When he started kissing down her neck though she couldn't stop the words from tumbling out of her mouth, "I'm an assistant manager at a sporting goods place. I coach a girls football team on the weekend. I've got a big family."

His lips returned to her own and they continued their feverous kissing, then it was her turn to kiss up his jaw and nibble lightly on his ear lobe. He thrust against her then and gave a groan. "Paralegal, mostly help with criminal cases. Have a godson that I'd walk through fire for. I'm an only child. Fuck, that feels so good."

She kissed him on the lips again. "Yours or mine? Because I'm not wearing the right clothes for us to continue this here."

"We're closer to yours at this point."

"Good. Let me down. We'll talk more some time between round two and three, yeah?"

"God, I love cellphones."

"Yeah," she grinned when he lowered her to her feet. "Imagine me trying to send that to you in a letter?"

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