A Box of Monkey Love

Ginny woke to a familiar, warm feeling. In less than a
second, Ginny recognized the warmth to be emanating from her husband’s supine
body. He was obviously asleep, but his right arm was firmly wrapped around
Ginny. The arm was settled just under her breasts. Ginny loved the way even in
sleep; he could make her feel safe.

 

She took a look out the window. While there was a tinge of
yellow hue to the sky, the predominant color was still grey. Registering that
fact in her sleep hazy brain, she estimated the time to be barely 5 a.m. That being the case, her rapidly
awakening mind processed, maybe she should execute a little surprise for Draco.


 

Katie had awakened for her late night/early morning feeding
around 3 a.m., which meant that she would not be up for another two hours. Her
mother and father would be over around 7:30 a.m.
to keep Katie and Bill while they went to St. Mungo’s to bring Ben home. This
thought brought a huge smile to Ginny’s face. Her baby was coming home.

 

Ginny found herself lost in those happy thoughts for a few
minutes. Suddenly, Draco made a slight movement in his sleep and lightly tugged
her closer. The feel of her lover’s movements reminded her of her earlier
idea…a surprise for him.

 

She htlyhtly moved her body against his restrictive embrace.
She lightly grasped his arm and slightly nudged it. It was enough to get Draco’s
sleep heavy attention. He mumbled something to her; then turned over to face
away from her and taking his restrictive arm with him.

 

Ginny drew back the covers and moved silently off the bed.
Draco, once again, mumbled something. This time, it sounded like he said, “You
okay?”

 

Ginny stopped where she was and did not move. Moments later,
she heard Draco’s breathing return to a steady rhythm signifying he was asleep
again.

 

She tiptoeer ter to the desk in the corner and covertly
opened the drawer. She stuck her hand inside. She moved it around looking for
the item. Once she felt it, she wrapped her hands around it and pulled her hand
out of the drawer. She brought her hand with the item in it to her face and
smiled. Perfect, it was exactly what she was looking for. There in her hand was
a red, permanent marker and it was ready to be used.

 

As she went to turn back to the bed and Draco, she heard him
again moving in his sleep. By the time she had turned around, she saw her
husband lying on his back with the covers precariously draped low on his hips
exposing that sexy, blonde, silky hair that led to his manhood.  

 

Ginny tiptoed back over to the bed and walked over to
Draco’s side. She gently pulled toverovers back and looked at his lithe form.
Even after all these years, it still caused tingles of pleasure to run through
her body.  He truly was a magnificent being and he was hers. However
today, she was feeling a little possessive; she wanted to mark him with her own
personal brand. Yes, that was EXACLTY what she planned on doing.

 

She quietly pulled the cap off the marker, placed it on the
other end of the pen and lightly placed the tip of the marker to Draco’s chest.
She drew the marker across his chest in several flourishing marks. One went around
the left nipple and the other went around the right nipple. Near his sternum,
she drew what looked to be a triangle…maybe. She continued her handy work for a
few minutes more. She drew back and looked at her art. She liked it. The
finishing touch was her initials, GWM, in a loopy script just above his navel.

 

After placing the pen in the night table’s drawer, she
leaned closer one more time and lightly blew on his skin to dry the ink; well
that, and to wake him up. Needless to say, after several years of marriage she
knew it would work and it did.

 

She quickly drew back when he began to stir. She knew he was
beginning to rouse because he went through the same process every morning. It was
one of the benefits and glories of marriage; being so close to someone you knew
their actions (voluntary and involuntary) by heart.

 

He took his left foot and rubbed his right shin. Then, he
took his right foot and rubbed his left shin. Next, he always rubbed his nose
with the back of his right hand. He would follow that with running the same
hand through his mussed, blonde hair. He would turn on his right side.

 

Ginny began smiling. His next action, for some childish
reason (and she knew it was childish) made her giggle like a silly school girl.
He would take his left hand again and scratch his balls. This seemed to be the
magic action because he always opened his eyes after that…always.

 

Sure enough, those gorgeous silver eyes clashed with her chestnut
brown ones and asked a silent, but pertinent question.

 

Ginny winked and shrugged her shoulders. It achieved the
intended results. He seemed to think she was taking in his glorious body (which
she was) rather than being up to anything (which she was most certainly up
to…something).

 

Draco sat up and the sheet dropped a bit more. Ginny saw the
movement and licked her lips in anticipation. She could see that Draco was
responding to her intense scrutinizing of his body…seriously responding.

 

Draco liked the looks that Ginny was giving him. He had had
very little love in his life before Ginny and the kids. The possessive and
lon gaz gaze she was giving him always made him feel like the most important
man in the world. To keep her eyes on him, he lazily drew his arms above his
head and stretched. When he did, the muscles in his arms and torso rippled.

 

Ginny could not help it. When he did that lazy stretch, her
mind shut down. There were only two coherent words that kept racing through her
mind, Yum-Yum. Okay so maybe it was only one word, but she had to think
it twice and that was hard with the god of sex sitting right in front of her.

 
                                                                                                          


As Draco was stretching, he took the time to check his
muggle, Rolex watch. Yes, they had time. “Hot damn,” Draco thought to
himself.

 

Draco stood up with the sheet falling off and revealing the
rest of his beautiful body. He walked with a lithe grace thesemesembled a
panther on the prowl. He arrived at the table the game was on and picked up the
dice. With a quick, naughty grin to Ginny, he shook the dice and tossed them
back onto the table.

 

He rolled six dots plus five dots for a total of eleven
dots.

 

The misty man made his appearance in the typical fashion.
This time, however, he nodded in a friendly grng. ng.

 

Draco had walked over to Ginny, wrapped his arms around her
from behind and had his chin resting on the top of her head. When the misty man
nodded, Ginny returned the greeting with a finger waggling wave. Draco simply
did a slight nod, so not to disturb Ginny’s head.

 

The misty man began, in his deep and melodious voice, “You
have landed on the Square of Impressionism.
Once I leave, all the items you will need to complete the task will appear on
the table before me.”

 

He, once again, disappeared in a poof of smoky, mist.

 

On the table, there was a collection of paints. They were in
small, squat jars with old, rusty closures. There seemed to be at least a
hundred of them. They were in every color of the rainbow, from apple green to
winter white.

 

Ginny went to the table and picked up one of the bottles.
The label was old and hard to read save for the purpose. The purpose of the
paints was quite clear, “For use on body and safe for ingestion.”

 

Ginny immediately thought of her two earlier words, yum and
yum.

 

Draco, by this time, was standing behind her and reading the
label as well. He apparently had the same idea because Ginny was hearing those
very same words being uttered by her long time lover. This, of course, made her
fall into a fit of giggles.

 

For his answer, Draco grabbed two jars, a red one and a
green one, and handed them to Ginny. Despite her throes of laughter, she took
the jars into her hands and held them to her torso. Draco put an arm around her
shoulders and one under her knees. Before she knew what had happened, she was
in Draco’s arms being carried to the great monstrosity they called their bed.

 

Once there, Draco lightly tossed her onto it. Ginny lifted
the jars up into the air as she fell back. Draco took them from her and set
them on the closest night table.

 

He opened the top drawer in the stand and retrieved his
wand. He pointed it at Ginny and said very clearly, “Accio Ginny’s night
clothes.” Her clothes flew straight at Draco. He batted them away and looked at
his lovely wife.

 

However, before he could make his move; Ginny had also
retrieved her wand. She pointed it at her husband and followed his lead, “Accio
Draco’s SEXY night clothes.”  Draco’s clothes flew straight at Ginny. As
they did, she hopped off the bed and used Draco’s surprised stature to knock
him down on the bed face first.

 

Ginny made her move and straddled his hips. She leaned over
to the night table and stuck her hand in the jar of hunter green paint. She
brought out a great dollop. She spread the paint over both her hands and
slapped her hands on Draco’s back.

 

She began to massage his back. She rubbed in circular
patterns all over his back. She continued this until his back was completely
covered and delightfully green.

 

Draco loved the sensations he was receiving. It was most
relaxing. Yet, at the same time, it was one of the most erotic moments of his
life. He couldn’t help it. He found himself moaning…loudly.

 

All the moaning Draco was doing brought a huge smile to
Ginny’s lips. She loved the feeling of being able to bring Draco to his knees.
It made her want him all the more.

 

Draco felt Ginny remove her hands from his back. He felt an
intense loss at the removal of Ginny’s hands, but soon he forgot all about
those hands. All he could concentrate on now were the new, phenomenal
sensations.

 

Ginny removed her hands from his back. She found herself
wiping the excess paint off her hands and onto the silver, satin sheets. A
small part of her balked at the idea of dirtying something so beautiful and
expensive, but the majority of her knew the House Elves could most likely fix it
later and she needed to concentrate on other things right now. That settled in
her mind, she deftly leaned down over Draco and slowly ran her tongue up his
back along the lines of his spine.  Her tongue went from lower back to his
neck. At the neck Ginny paused, Draco was now moaning and writhing under her
warm, wet touch.

 

A few more well placed licks and
Ginny found herself on her back under a very aroused lover.  Soon, they
both were moaning.

 

About an hour later, Draco untwined his extremities from his
sleeping wife and headed to the shower.

 

Ginny felt Draco get off the bed and covertly watched him
head into the Master bathroom. She knew what was going to happen before it did.
She was already laughing when she heard Draco yell, “Ginny Malfoy, what the
HELL have you done to my chest?”

 

She had almost forgotten about the pair of enhanced boobs
she had drawn on his chest with permanent, red marker.