Home Improvements

A/N: Yes! I’m writing a story that’s not slash :gasp: I haven’t written any M/F stuff for a long time (I’m so addicted to Slash!) But, I’ll give it a try and see how it goes. I really do love this pairing. Harry and Ginny seem perfect for each other!

Warnings: Sex (duh), some language, and of course, fluff.

Setting: Five years after the seventh book (which I can’t believe is coming out tomorrow!!! Of course, I’m going to the midnight party tonight though!!)

-Home Improvements-

Ginny stood in the middle of her and Harry’s living room in their flat, wondering why Harry had not allowed her to use magic. Their new living room was quite spacious, and painting the whole thing the muggle way was going to take ages. But, there Harry was, painting as though he were in his glory.

“Harry, love,” Ginny said with a bit of an impatient tone. “Can I please charm the paintbrush? We’ll be here all day.”

“I promise you we won’t,” Harry said happily. “You’d be very surprised how quickly this goes. Then we can add a second coat.”

“A second coat!” Ginny huffed. “Ok then…”

A few moments of silence passed as the newly married couple painted. As time passed, Ginny found herself actually starting to enjoy painting. She was so used to having her mother charm everything when sometime was off kilter at the burrow that she had never really done anything like this.

Harry and Ginny both finished the walls they were working on, and met in one of the corners of the room. Ginny gazed her husband, and immediately broke into a fit of giggles. Harry had so many dots of paint on his face that it looked as though he had very strange freckles. His glasses also had large smears around the frames.

“And what do you find so funny, Mrs. Potter?”

Ginny continued to laugh, “You have paint-”

Suddenly, Ginny felt the paintbrush Harry held in his hand swipe clean over her entire face. Now, it was Harry’s turn to laugh. Ginny’s entire face was covered with a thick coat of paint. Ginny just stood, frozen in shock at what had just transpired. All she could here was Harry’s warm tones of laughter. There was no way she could be angry with him, though. Why be angry when you can get even?

And so, a vicious paint fight ensued. The couple threw glob after glob of paint at each other, not caring where it landed knowing they could spell it clean later. When it was all said and done, they were covered in so much paint that it looked as though their skin had changed tones. Ginny found herself pinned to the tarp covered floor by Harry’s powerful body covering hers.

“What were you going to say about me being covered in paint?” Harry said with a smug grin.

Ginny seizing the opportunity, replied, “Shut up, you git.”

Harry’s eyes widened as Ginny pulled him into a fierce, burning kiss. Harry was caught off guard for a moment before returning Ginny’s kiss with equal vigor. Slowly, Harry’s hands traveled over her slim hips before making their way up toward her arms, which were thrown over her head. Gripping her wrist firmly, Harry pinned them to the floor in a dominant gesture. Ginny moaned deeply into Harry’s mouth, savoring Harry’s control over her.

When they finally broke apart, the couple was practically gasping for air. Harry gazed down at Ginny, whose face was now a pretty shade of pink. It was always like this with them. The could easily fluctuate between calm normalcy and heated passion. Ginny gazed right back up at him; his luminous green eyes burning with passion. Smiling playfully, Ginny’s own hands began to explore Harry’s toned body. Starting at the back of his neck, the delicate hands coursed down his muscled back before giving his backside a teasing squeeze.

Ginny could not help but smile again when she felt the growing bulge beneath Harry’s jean pressing into her upper thigh. Removing one of her hand’s from her husband’s backside, Ginny slowly sunk her hand between them and cupped his denim covered hardness.

“Ginny!” Harry gasped.

“A little excited, are we?” Ginny mused with a lustful glint in her eye.

Wanting to turn the tables, Harry maneuvered so that Ginny’s hand slipped away. Suddenly, Harry shoved his calloused hand down the front of Ginny’s own jeans. The silk panties she was wearing were already completely soaked. It was the red head’s turn to gasp as Harry teased her swollen clit through the fabric of her underwear.

“I could say the same for you,” said Harry in a husky whisper.

In an instant, their clothes were practically ripped from their bodies. Ginny found herself completely nude, while Harry remained in only his boxers. Ginny took this opportunity to admire her husband’s gorgeous body. Playing professional Quidditch had done him very well. He wasn’t full of bulky muscles; he was rather lean with very defined features to his frame. Ginny could not help but gaze upon him every time he was shirtless.

Ginny gasped loudly as Harry’s fingers slipped between her legs. He explored her softness slowly, relishing in the sounds emitting from Ginny’s cherry lips. Ginny gave a loud moan when her husband began stroking her clitoris rhythmically. She spread her legs involuntarily, doing anything she could to feel more of Harry’s touches. Harry noticed this, and sat on his haunches in front of Ginny’s spread legs. Ginny looked absolutely wanton, exciting Harry even more than he already was. Her flaming red hair was tousled and lay spread about her face, her lips parted and slick with saliva, and her face flushed beautifully crimson. Harry could not help but fix his eyes on the area his fingers were touching. Ginny’s pussy was so wet with excitement that Harry could not help but bend forward and have a taste…

“Harry!” Ginny cried, tangling her finger’s through his already messy hair. “Oh, Harry don’t stop!”

Harry’s tongue grazed over her wetness with slow, lazy strokes. She could feel him lick her folds with his hot, greedy tongue and whimpered once more. He teased her wickedly, running his tongue so close to her clit, then abruptly lapping it away. This continued for only a few more moments before Ginny impatiently pushed Harry’s head towards her swollen nub. He ran his tongue lightly up her folds one last time before he lightly ran his tongue over her neglected, sensitive clit. Ginny’s body writhed, her back arching as Harry began to lightly suck her nub.

Harry could never get enough of Ginny. She always tasted so sweet, and the sound of her voice lustfully whimpering and calling his name aroused him to no end. His cock was so hard that it was starting to become painful. But, he wouldn’t let that bother him now. His only concern was giving as much pleasure he could to his beautiful wife.

Ginny released a keening cry as Harry’s tongue lodge itself inside her warm entrance, slowly thrusting in and out. Ginny’s grip on Harry’s black hair tightened as if a cue for Harry to tongue her center faster. Not one to disappoint, Harry moved his long tongue quickly in and out of her, knowing that it would not take much more to send her over the edge.

“Aaah!” Ginny shrieked, arching her back from the floor as her orgasm swept through her body.

Harry let his tongue remain until her orgasm subsided. Ginny’s whole body shook as the warm feeling passed through her. Harry came face to face with Ginny and both met in a searing kiss. Ginny could taste herself in Harry’s mouth, which strangely aroused her even more. They fought for dominance over the kiss, before Harry gave up and let Ginny seek control. Abruptly, Harry found himself pinned beneath Ginny’s lithe body. He had forgotten how quick she could be when she wanted.

With an evil grin, Ginny ran her lips down Harry’s neck, feeling his whole body shiver as she did so. Going lower, Ginny playfully bit down on one of Harry’s nipples before running her tongue gently over his defined stomach. Harry could not take his eyes away from such an erotic sight. Ginny had hooked her crooked index finger under the waistband of his boxers and leisurely pulled them down his sculpted legs.

Ginny discarded Harry’s boxers by throwing them over her shoulders. Ginny teasingly wrapped her small hand around Harry’s long, thick erection, pressing firmly near the head. Harry let out a low groan, his glasses falling off his face as he tilted his head back. After a few slow strokes with her hand, Ginny replaced her hand with her mouth. Harry groaned even louder, taking delight in the feeling of Ginny’s warm, wet mouth around his cock. Taking his head from the floor, he nearly gawked at the sight of Ginny’s little lips surrounding him; her head bobbing up and down.

“ Merlin, Ginny!” Harry moaned. “Faster.”

Wanting to please her husband, Ginny bobbed faster, taking more of his swollen erection into her mouth. Harry gripped the tarp beneath him as his cock repeatedly hit the back of her throat. If she kept this up, Harry wouldn’t last much longer.

“G-Ginny,” Harry gasped. “Stop, please.”

Ginny ceased her actions, and looked at Harry with a confused look on her face, “Why? Is something wrong?”

“Not at all,” Harry replied, smiling brilliantly. He grasped her arm, slowly pulling her up to his face and whispered in her ear, “I want to be deep inside you when I come.”

A warm shiver ran up Ginny’s spine. She welcomed the thought of having Harry deep inside her, bringing her to new heights of pleasure all over again. Whenever she and Harry made love, Harry treated her body like fine wine, savoring every touch and taste.

Feeling Harry’s body pressing atop her once more, Ginny wrapped her arms around the top of his back, pulling his close to her heaving body. Harry loved the feeling of Ginny’s pert nipples pressing into his skin. It always proved how aroused she really was. He slowly began kneading Ginny’s soft breast in his large hand. He twisted one red tipped nipple, feeling Ginny’s body react to it immediately. Then, being a sneaky as possible, Harry removed his hand from it’s current place and rested it between her legs once more.

Ginny whimpered as she felt Harry’s three fingers enter her in one swift motion. Harry ever so slowly pulled his fingers out, then plunged them back in. Ginny was so horny and so frustrated that was wasn’t willing to wait any longer. But, the more she struggled against Harry, the more he teased her.

“Harry! Please!” Ginny begged as Harry moved his fingers faster and faster. “I-I can’t wait anymore!”

Obliging Ginny’s request, Harry quickly pulled his fingers away and settled himself between her legs. Both were panting so heavily that the sound echoes throughout the empty room. Harry’s eye locked with Ginny’s as he laced their finger’s of their left hand together. He could feel Ginny’s wedding ring pressing into his skin. It made everything that much more real.

Not shaking his gaze away from Ginny, he slid into her slowly and carefully. Ginny arched her body against his, gripping his left hand tightly. She gasped at he entered her fully. She grasped the tarp trembling as he pulled completely out of her entrance, then plunged back inside her with swift thrusts.

Harry’s body felt like it was full of liquid fire. Ginny’s inner walls gripped his cock tightly, almost in a vice like grip. She was always so tight, and he loved it. A bolt of lust went through Ginny when Harry bent his head and groaned into her ear. He told her how tight she was and how good she felt in a throaty growl as he pounded into her. Ginny was almost delirious with passion as his clever fingers rubbed her in all the right places. His hips were slamming into her, bringing her closer and closer to the edge.

Harry surged in and out of her tight sheath as his finger found and brought her clitoris to throbbing life once more. The pleasure had overwhelmed her. His clever fingers had brought her such intense pleasure that her body was now relaxed and accepting. His pelvic bone rubbed her mound in a very sensitive place every time he thrust into her. As Harry began to lose control, Ginny had another orgasm. It shook her body in waves from the inside and out.

“Ginny!” Harry roared with one final thrust, spilling his deep inside her.

Ginny’s body was still quaking in the aftermath her second intense orgasm. Harry had collapsed on top of her, giving her the opportunity to wrap her arms around his heaving frame. They remained that way for quite sometime until they both had enough air to breath.

“I knew we were going to paint today,” Harry said, voice still slightly trembling. “I didn’t have this in mind.”

“You’re not complaining, are you?” Ginny grinned playfully.

“Oh, hell no,” Harry laughed. “I am definitely very pleased.” After another moment or so of silence, Harry added, “Well, what do you say, want to get working on that second coat?”

Ginny shot her husband an incredulous look, “Harry James Potter…you can be insufferable sometimes.”
Harry could not help but laugh knowing that Ginny didn’t really mean it, “You still love me.”

“ Yes…I suppose I do.”

~Fin~

A/N: So how was my first M/F smut (in quite awhile)? I’m still working on that Percy/Oliver story and I really want to write another Harry/Sirius one. Who knows. I won’t be writing for the next couple of days because I’ll be reading Deathly Hallows. Until next time!