Love her madly
Bill
nodded and smiled as Fleur and his mother got ready to Floo
to Diagon Alley, along with most of the other tribe. Including Ron. And Dad was at the Ministry offices again. He and Ginny where the only ones staying behind. Honestly,
he'd be glad for the chance to relax with Fleur cooing over him, or his Mum
doing the same. The fact that they now seemed to have teamed up after Fenrir ripped his face to shit was mildly terrifying. What
they had in common, besides him, he didn't know.
"Remember the precautions we've set down, Bill," Molly said
worriedly, getting out the handful of Floo powder for
herself and starting to hand it out to everyone else. "Don't..."
"Me and Ginny'll both be fine, Mum," Bill
said cheerfully, trying not to grit his teeth. Just get going already. He
hadn't had a chance to talk to Ginny at all...for ages. Or do anything else.
Not since
"We will be back soon, mon
amour," Fleur said, dipping her hand into the green powder with a small
moue of distaste. Oh yes, Fleur was used to finer things. Why she'd picked
him...god knew why. A cursebreaker was glamourous as a husband, he guessed. And he did...love her.
And he knew she loved him. Strange things, women.
"You will be alright? You and leetle
Ginny?"
Oh, he could almost hear Ginny's teeth grinding beside him. "Yep, we'll
both be just fine." He put his arm around her shoulders, squeezing gently.
Warm against his side. Resisted the urge to turn his
head and inhale the scent of her washed hair. Always smelt sweet and floral,
did Ginny. Clean girl smell. Fleur...overdosed on products, and he had no idea
how to bring it up. That she didn't need all that perfume, because he liked the
smell of women without it better. Always had.
"The shops'll close before you're done shopping,
if you don't get going," Ginny warned them, and finall,
finally, they got going. Gouts of green flame and the command for Diagon Alley, and then everyone was
gone. And he and Ginny had the house to themselves. He picked her up, kissing
her and headed for the stairs. Her hands in his hair, holding his mouth to his
as her legs wrapped around his waist, so sweet. Had to be quick, didn't want it
to be but God knew when they'd get a chance again.
"Oh God, Ginny..." gasped out into her mouth as she bit at his lip,
closing his eyes for a moment and almost stumbled as he came to the top of the
staircase. She pushed the door to the room he and Fleur were sharing open,
laughing softly at him. Had to put her down, just for a
moment. So the naked could happen. Laid her out on the bed, her skirt rucked up around her waist and groaning at the flash of
white cotton knickers as she sat up to take her shirt off. Started
unbuttoning his shirt, fingers fumbling in their haste to get it off. Family'd probably be gone for a couple of hours, but who
knew? Really? Something could happen and they could be
back in a couple of minutes. She'd grown up. Filled out a
little. Barely budding breasts had become ones that he could actually
cup in his hands. His little sister, so beautiful.
Supposedly in love with Harry Potter.
Well, sod that. She was here with him, now, and before this. Harry wouldn't
ever really know Ginny, not like he knew Ginny. The sweet
scent of her, like fresh blossoms and grass, an English summer day laughing at
him with red-ginger hair shining in the sunlight. Toed his boots off and
crawled onto the bed with her, catching her legs with his hands and pulling
them apart so he could press his mouth to copper curls.
"Oh, Bill..."
Hands twined in his hair as her back arched, knees hooked over his shoulders,
his tongue probing into her folds and tasting her for the first time in a few
years. It wasn't often they got a chance to take their time. So he could do
this. Musk on his tongue and he moaned into her, so hard he hurt and he wanted
in her now. Amazed that she still wanted him, after all this.
But he hadn't even had to say anything, she'd just
given him that look out of the corner of her eyes while she calmly
informed Mum that she didn't feel like going into
Wanted her to beg and moan.
He was getting it in spades as her fingers clenched in his hair,
pulling out hair he just knew it. Heard her gasp and wail
softly as she came, hips jerking spasmodically and her quim
absolutely wet and soaking. Wiping his jaw off with his hand, Bill moved
her legs from off his shoulders, looking down at her blissful face. All flushed and red, gasping for air. Sweat sticking little
tendrils to her face and he kissed her softly, just on the forehead. Like he
used to do for all those years when he tucked into bed.
"Bill, please...fuck me, god, please."
"Wouldn't want to disappoint you, Ginny-love."
Moved up and just rested against her for a moment, aching cock pressing against
her slick thighs as he kissed her. Long and sweet, small
tongue dancing around his own. Felt her fingers trace along the scars
the werewolf had left and closed his eyes for a moment, wanting to cry but not
knowing if he could. And then she kissed them, gently, like she could heal
them. Make them better. "Oh, Ginny..."
"I love you."
So soft. So sweet. So many
things Fleur wasn't.
"I love you too." Entering her was like coming home, tight hot wet
sheath around his erection and her legs wrapped around his waist, little hands
scrabbling at his back as she tossed her head and moaned. So
lovely. Wanton little girl, who knew so much more then anyone gave her
credit for. Her fingers scratching, needling and he'd need a Charm to heal them
when they were done. So Fleur didn't know. Didn't suspect.
Fucking Ginny was a perversity, but it always felt so right even if they could
never tell, never talk about it. Her whispery little voice moaning in his ear,
holding onto him so tight like if he let go, let her fall, she'd never come
back. Her one anchor in all the world. Ducked his head
and latched onto her nipple, sucking and biting gently. Desperate, her hips
moving against his, both of them panting and grasping for climax. He reaches
down between them and rubs his fingers against the little nerve bundle that
made her see stars, hearing her scream and feeling her spasm around him and
come with her mouth so wide and eyes even wider. Perpetually surprised by the
climax rushing through her body, like she never thought anything could feel
this good. Slams his hips against her, fingers digging into
her body and the twitches of heat running down his spine flare.
"Ginny!" Coming so hard he almost blacked out, feeling her kiss him
and suck at his bottom lip as he comes down from that lingering high.
Rolled them so she was on top and tucked against his chest, tight in his arms.
Kissed and cuddled and talked for a bit, about school and flowers and degnoming. By mutual wordless consent, several topics did
not come up for discussion. Harry, Voldemort, the
world in crisis, Fleur and Bill's upcoming wedding. The knowledge that even
with a ring on his finger, Bill will always be Ginny's, and the same if she has
a ring on her finger, Ginny will always be his, lies between them heavy and
warm. A precious thing. Just there to be petted
occasionally, closeted knowledge that wraps itself up tight and warm around
itself.
Bill doesn't protest as Ginny started to kiss her way down his chest, gasping
slightly as she licked the head of his cock like a child swirling her tongue
around an icecream cone to catch the drips. Tracing the soft skin with her tongue down the shaft, before
blowing over his balls gently. Fleur was far too refined to suck cock,
but Ginny...she didn't care. Wanted to taste him.
"I don't want to come in your mouth," he tells her as she takes the
head in her mouth and sucks gently for a moment before letting it slide out
between her lips so she can answer him.
"Alright. Just tell me when you're close."
Then mouth back on him and sliding down, little tongue licking and flickering
along the sensitive skin. No hint of teeth, just warm wet suction as her head
starts to bob. Bill hisses between his teeth and pets her hair awkwardly, wanting to make her swallow all of him as her
hand strokes the part her mouth doesn't cover. Fuck her face hard, desperately
dirty urges roiling around in the back of his mind as the wolf snickers and
howls. Prey, it whispers. Bitchpreymate. Take it. Take her hard and bleeding.
"Ginny, god, Ginny..." Gives into temptation for a moment as his fingers
wound their way into her hair, palms cradling her head. The
terrible urge to just squeeze. Blanked it out as she looked up at him,
seriously intent on what she was doing, pink lips wrapped around his dick and
her hand pausing for a moment. "Just...relax your throat, please, pet? Let
me in. God, please." Brown eyes darkened for a moment before she realised what he was asking, and he knew he had permission.
To try and make her take all of him in her mouth and down her throat. Stroked
her throat with his fingers, urging her to swallow as he thrust into her mouth,
feeling her gag for a moment before oh fucking god he was in and her nose was
pressed to the curling pubic hair around the base of his cock. Couldn't let her
up for a moment as she swallowed desperately, throat rippling around his prick,
gasping and fingers gripping her hair before he let go, let her breathe. And
then she did it again. And again. "Oh, fuck, oh,
Jesus, oh, Ginny..." She seemed to take his helpless bucks and
thrusts with ease, before he urged her off and kissed her wildly, tasting his precum on her lips as she tried to smile for him.
"Love you, love you, love you..."
"Love you too, Bill." Kissing him back wild and her
straddling his leg and rocking against it in slow, steady movements.
Spread his fingers around her hips, holding her there and knowing he was
bruising her. Heal it afterwards, he'd just heal it
afterwards. Even if he loved the idea of her walking around like butter
wouldn't melt in her mouth and his marks on her, livid on her skin. Kissed her
and drowned in it, the indescribable sweetness of Ginny.
And he knew it was wrong and he didn't care.
While they kissed, he wondered just how many times he could have her before
everybody came back thundering into the house. What positions. What noises
she'd make and the type of cute little scrunched up faces she made when she
came. He wanted her as many times as he could get her, sweet addiction singing
through his veins. And he knew he'd never have enough.
Oh, he loved her madly.