Summary:Kaito may have fallen asleep before Shinichi got home, but that doesn’t change their plans for Shinichi’s birthday at all. Written May 2020 Read on AO3
Shinichi closed the door behind him as he entered, welcoming the warmth of the house compared to the pelting rain outside. After slipping off his coat and shoes, he wandered further into the house, towards the TV static he could hear within. Entering the room, he headed to turn off the source of the noise, only to stop himself. Kaito was asleep on the couch, having obviously tried to stay up and wait for Shinichi to return before heading to bed. Shinichi felt a smile slowly form as he watched the light flicker across the other man’s face.
Instead of continuing his path to turn off the TV, Shinichi turned to the impressive stock of movies their combined collection made. After picking one, mostly at random, Shinichi started it and settled into the small space on the couch that Kaito had left. He winced as he noticed he still managed to shift Kaito, but the thief had made no move to wake.
Shinichi half-paid attention to the movie in silence for a while, until he was knocked out of his thoughts by Kaito shifting on his own. “Mm, ‘Nichi?”
Shinichi scoffed, “Who else would break in, start a movie, and sit next to you without turning this into a murder scene?”
Kaito chuckled before responding, “Any of our parents? Aoko or Ran?”
Shinichi shook his head, “Brat.”
“But you love me anyway!”
Shinichi smiled, “Yes, I do.” He pulled Kaito closer until he was almost on top of him, “Now shut up and watch the movie.”
This is for my cinnamonroll who’s a beaming ray of sunshine, hehe ily atsushi
Rating: Teen and Up Audiences
Genre: Fluff
Pairing: Atsukyou // Atsushi x Kyouka
Words: 960+
Summary: After a long day of work and a birthday party thrown by the ADA members, Atsushi and Kyouka finally get to spend some alone time to celebrate Atsushi’s (first) birthday as a couple.
A/N 1: HAPPY BIRTHDAY ATSUSHI! I LOVE YOU SO MUCH! THIS IS THE HAPPINESS YOU DESERVE HEHE another year another bday fic :) since I had written about the Agency throwing him a party last year, I thought it’d be fun to do atsukyou celebrating atsushi’s first birthday together this year!
5 May, 8:07pm
“Finally home!” Atsushi sinks into the sofa,letting out a contented sigh. He hears his girlfriend busying herself in the kitchen, the clinks and occasional thuds the only sounds in the apartment.
“Kyouka-chan?” He calls softly. The noise stops momentarily and he hears her soft “yeah”.
“Can you come here first?”
“Mm, one minute.”
Atsushi pushes himself off the sofa. Kyouka’s soft humming fills the little space between them, pulling him toward her, a note by a note. He reaches her and in a swift and gentle motion, wraps his arms around her waist. So close to the nape of her neck, he inhales the sweet floral scent that she always wears - the perfume that he had given her for Valentine’s Day. He feels her relaxing into his embrace, and the bento boxes she has been washing slip to the bottom of the sink.
“I’ll do it for you later. Take off the gloves and come with me.”
Kyouka lets out a small chuckle and turns her head slightly to look at him. “I can’t make the birthday boy do this. I’ll come over soon, just be patient.”
At her words, Atsushi rests his head on her shoulder. “Please?” He turns his puppy eyes on her, hoping she would soften and give in.
Kyouka purses her lip, insistent. With a small “hmm”, he releases his hold around her and slips his hand into the gloves. He entwines his fingers with hers, a cheeky grin on his face. Atsushi turns his puppy eyes on her again and finally, after a few minutes, she relents. Her rosy pink lips part in a sweet smile and taking her hint, he slips his right hand out to pull off the gloves.
With her fingers out of the gloves, she wove his fingers into his. A grin tugs the corner of his lips at the gentle squeeze of her hands, as she leads him to the sofa. He follows after her, his eyes following the sway of her hips as she waltzes through the room on the balls of her feet. A laugh bubbles out of her as their eyes meet, before he hurriedly turns away with a blush creeping up his face.
Atsushi feels her tender touch on his face, and her hands move ever so gently to turn his face back to her. She has pulled herself close to him; the silence and grace that she moves with always catching him off guard. Standing on tiptoes, her lips are just inches away from his.
There is a subtle tease to the way Kyouka’s lips move, the breath that comes from her a brush on his cheeks, painting them a rosy pink.
Did she drink too much at the birthday party just now? I thought she only had a bit…
His face crumpled into a confused expression at the wide grin on her face.
“Kyouka-chan?”
“Mm-hmm?”
“You’re … are you okay?”
Kyouka nods before narrowing her eyes at him. “Why?”
“Nothing.” Huh, okay.
Kyouka holds her stare for another moment before turning away. He follows after her, letting her lead him back to the sofa. The slight tugs from her pulls him to move faster and closer to her.
Atsushi sits next to her and pulls her close to him, leaving his arm loose around her waist. She rests her head against his chest, her eyes half-closed. Her fingers curl around his, the warmth of her hand radiating into him.
“I wish we had both taken the time off today.” Atsushi blurts out.
A giggle escapes her. “Me too.” She replies, in between giggles. “At least we have four hours together now.”
Atsushi lets out a small sigh. How’s that enough?
“You sound like a whiny child.” Her hands are on his cheeks, pushing his cheeks into a pout. “Maybe that’s why your birthday is on Children’s Day.” She teases.
He blinks, before realising that he’s voiced out his own thoughts. He gives her a sheepish grin and averts his gaze.
When he was a child, he used to hate his birthday. He hated the fact that he was born on Children’s Day and he’d thought it was the biggest irony in his life. That he was the loneliest child on Children’s Day, all chained up in the basement, spending the day wishing he was never born. But now, looking at how Kyouka is patting him, her face aglow with love and affection, he finds himself loving his birthday and wanting to spend every single birthday with her.
“What are you thinking about, Atsushi?” Kyouka asks, her eyes alight with curiosity.
“Mm, you.”
Kyouka tilts her head, a puzzled expression on her face.
“Kyouka-chan, can you make me a promise?”
Shs nods.
“Can you… promise… to always spend my birthday with me?”
With the words out of him, he realises how selfish he sounds. Yet, he still longs to hear her say “yes”. Moments later, she raises her pinky with a gentle smile on her face. Atsushi hooks his pinky around hers and bends his thumb to reach hers.
“There, Atsushi. No matter how busy or tired I am, we’ll always celebrate your birthday together.” She leans in and gently presses her lips to his. A blush brightens her cheeks. She quickly lets go of his pinky and nestles her head into the hollow of his chest.
Atsushi’s heart drums to a faster beat in his chest. He wraps his arm tight around her waist and laces his fingers through hers.
“Thank you,” he whispers into her ear. Thank you for the best gift ever.
With his free arm, he lifts her chin and kisses her tenderly on the lips.
“Happy birthday, Atsushi,” she mouths, her voice a soft whisper against his lips.
A/N 2: As always, thank you for reading to the end and I hope you’d enjoyed this super short bday fic! I didn’t have much time to do a super detailed/complex fic this year, since work has been busy, but this has been a very fun piece to write! >< Comments, reblogs and any form of feedback are always appreciated, thank you!
Fandom: Berlin Station Relationships: Daniel Miller (s2) x Reader Rating: E(18+) Author’s notes: No plot, no beta (errors? sorry!), only pure birthday smut for a very naughty good girl
Come Again
You are drifting through the realm of dreams, sound asleep. Your cheek rests on a fluffy pillow, your hair is scattered against the crispy white fabric, soft quilt swathing your body. He loves looking at you when you are this way. You are sleeping on your side, back towards him, and his eyes follow your enticing curves, outlined by the quilt.
He knows very well that you like to sleep naked and this realisation causes a thrill of anticipation in him, as if Christmas came sooner than expected and it was time to unwrap his present. This feeling accompanies him every time he returns to you after yet another lengthy assignment and finds you fast asleep. His last job was quite dangerous, but he came back home in one piece. To you. It is almost dawn and the thought of laying down behind you, wrapping his arms around you, and pulling you close crosses his mind. He would nuzzle your hair, breathing in your scent, and fall asleep, all the stress and adrenaline leaving his body at last. But then he sees a shadow of a smile on your alluring lips and then you give out a small sigh. Something stirs inside him. Slowly, he sits down at the edge of the bed, mindful not to disturb your sleep. Not yet.
Your dream changes somehow, you do not exactly know what it is, but you slowly start drifting towards consciousness. Something warm lazily moves up your thigh and it doesn’t feel like the smooth fabric of the quilt. It is a bit more coarse, more substantial. It feels familiar and you like how it brushes against your bare skin. It travels all the way to your hip and squeezes it gently. To make matters more confusing, it feels like Daniel’s hand. This is most probably a dream, one that seems strangely real. He has been away for a few days and you clearly remember going to bed alone. Sleeping without him is not something you are overly fond of, so if he visits you in a dream, you are going to enjoy his closeness gladly until the real Daniel comes back.
“Daniel…?” you mumble sleepily, unwilling to wake up fully, clinging to your dream.
“Shh… get back to sleep,” his deep, velvety voice murmurs into your ear. This is a really good dream, because you can clearly feel how his hot breath caresses your earlobe.
“Let me take care of you,” he adds and his hand continues its travels over your side, making you sigh again. His fingers run over your shoulder and then gently move your hair to the side, exposing your neck. Another sigh escapes you when his lips press against the uncovered skin of your neck and then he covers it with soft kisses instead. One by one, they land in the crook of your neck and then along your shoulder, his beard tickling your skin.
A/N: Happy feral friend thursday!! today is one of the very people on the planet’s birthday!!! my jillybean!! @hauntedmilkshakeghost happiest of happy birthdays to you my sweet amazing friend!! i hope it’s the very best day every because you are the very best and i hope you like this fic because it was a hoot to write hehe <3!!!!!!!!
An uncontrollable gasp slipped out of your mouth when you peeked into the den and saw the decorations for a surprise party waiting for you. You knew it was wrong to go poking around the ship this close to your birthday, but the temptation was too great to concede. Of course, then you pictured the disappointed look on your handsome man’s face – and the cross look that Astra would get – when the surprise was spoiled, and you quickly sneaked away from the den and back towards the kitchen where Astra and Behrad were.
The truth was, it was all their fault that you were so excited for birthday festivities. Well, it was more Behrad’s fault than anyone’s. You’d never gotten so into birthdays until your boyfriend stumbled into your life – literally stumbled, nearly taking you down with him. It was lucky that Astra was there to catch you before you went splat on the sidewalk. And as soon as you looked up into the eyes of your savior, and down into the eyes of the accident waiting to happen that nearly bowled you over, your heart decided to keep them. Before you knew it, you were hurtling through time and space with a rag tag team of idiots solving time crime with your boyfriend and your girlfriend. Your boyfriend that refused to let any birthday pass without as much pomp and circumstance as he could possibly muster.
Two years ago, for your first birthday with your partners, Behrad had let it slip that he was trying to convince Sara to go to the timeline when you were born and make your birthday an international holiday. Apparently, it wasn’t going well. You’d tried to tell Behrad that you didn’t need so much fuss from them, but your sweet and loving boyfriend wouldn’t hear of it. He’d whined for almost an entire day about it, in fact.
“Bug,” He’d whined, flopping his curly haired head into your lap as you tried to read a book that Nate had gotten you for your birthday. “All we wanna do is make you feel super special on your special day.”
“Don’t drag me into this,” Astra had hummed from the chair next to the couch, lifting your hand that she held to kiss the back of it. “It’s B that wants to go crazy over the top.”
“It’s not crazy,” He’d pouted. You’d giggled a little when Behrad nuzzled into your touch as you scratched his scalp lightly even though he was still pouting. “Just wanna make my bug and my star feel as special as you guys are.”
You and Astra had shared an amused look then, neither one of you able to resist how cute your sweet Behrad was. Everything he did made you and your girlfriend swoon with how adorable he was. All you wanted to do all day was smooch his cute face and listen to his sweet words – even when he was attempting to make your birthday everyone else’s problem.
Now, as you shuffled back towards the kitchen, you tried so hard to school your face into an everyday casual expression so neither of your partners would see what you knew written on your face. You knew how much surprises and birthdays meant to your boyfriend, and the idea of ruining that for him broke your heart. But you were not the type of person that could keep secret well at all – especially not from the people you loved most in this world.
“Hey, baby,” Astra smiled softly at you in that way that was only ever directed at you or Behrad. Your boyfriend smiled at you from his place at the counter as he flipped through a cookbook.
“Hi,” You hummed, walking straight into her outstretched arm that wrapped you up against her side. Astra kissed the side of your head and the corners of your lips curled up into a little smile. “What are you guys doing?”
“Planning dinner for tomorrow. There’s nothing going on that night, right?” Astra said, her voice all teasing as you moved to sit at the stool next to Behrad. Your boyfriend grinned at you as you giggled softly and leaned into his hand as he scratched gently at your scalp.
“Hmm,” Behrad hummed, pursing his lips in faux thought. “Can’t think of anything.”
“I’m sure if you really think, you’ll come up with something,” You murmured.
“Oh! I think I know,” Behrad said, his eyes widening. “Isn’t that the day that Nate wants us to go through the wardrobe room and get rid of the old costumes?”
“That must be it,” Astra nodded, a little grin playing at her lips.
You pouted at them, on the verge of whining, “Isn’t there anything else you’re forgetting?”
After a shared look between the two of them, their lips pursed and amusement twinkling in their eyes, Behrad gasped, “Oh, bug, it’s your birthday on Thursday, isn’t it?”
His grin, as he pointed it at you, was just like him: beautiful and playful. You gave him a playful shove and he used the opportunity to grab hold of you and tug you into his lap so he could kiss your neck.
“Our beautiful buggy turning another year older,” He sighed up at Astra. “Can you believe it?”
She grinned at the two of you as she nodded, “Almost the best holiday of the year.”
Your cheeks heated softly at her words, “You guys really don’t have to make a fuss. I’ll be happy just getting to be with you guys.”
“Please,” Astra laughed, the sound making your heart flutter happily. “As if this one would let a birthday go by without his making a huge fuss about it. Just face it, princess, your birthday is an Event when Behrad Tarazi is involved.”
Your boyfriend grinned at you, making you giggle and lean in to kiss his pretty lips. Behrad hummed against your mouth as you tugged at his hair gently. He pulled back only to sigh and glance between you and Astra.
“Neither one of you respects the sanctity of a birthday.”
You and Astra giggled as he huffed out a breath and laid his head on his arms with a pout.
The day ticked by, a small internal clock in your brain counting down the hours and minutes until your birthday the next day – and your subsequent surprise party that Behrad and Astra had no doubt planned to perfection. By the time you were sleepily walking into your bedroom that night, you had big plans of falling asleep between your loves and dreaming of birthdays for life with your partners.
Only, when you walked in the door all of the tiredness faded from your body instantly as you saw Astra and Behrad waiting for you in matching little blue robes.
“Surprise!” Your partners shouted – and you couldn’t help but giggle thinking it would only be the first of two surprise parties you were going to get for this birthday.
Astra cocked her head at you, narrowing her eyes as if she were attempting to read your mind. Of course, she couldn’t do that, but you tried not to think about your surprise party just in case Constantine had taught her that special skill and you didn’t know about it.
“You guys,” You cooed, rushing into their arms and feeling like your heart was fluttering on a cloud. “You’re the best birthday present I could ever ask for; I just love you guys so much.”
“We love you too, bug,” Behrad murmured, kissing your cheek as you nuzzled against Astra.
You girlfriend grinned, “We’re not quite done with the birthday surprise yet.”
Then, your eyes got huge. You watched your partners pull away from you and undo the knots on the ties of their matching robes – you knew they wouldn’t just be in matching bathrobes for nothing – and when they pushed them open and off their shoulders, you gasped harder than you had ever gasped before.
Behrad and Astra stood in front of you with matching grins and matching lingerie in youf favorite color in the world. Astra’s bra pushed her cleavage up and let it sit beautifully on her chest in a way that made your mouth water, the body suit negligée hugging down her torso and around her hips and highlighting her gorgeous curves. The panties that covered her perfect pussy matched and had a delicate little bow that was mirrored on Behrad’s brief lingerie. His already half hard erection sat nestled in the soft looking material and was simply irresistible while the rest of his beautiful body was on complete display for you. You felt like the luckiest girl in the world even just getting to look at them – and knowing you were probably going to get to touch them? You were beyond spoiled.
“Wow,” You breathed. “You guys look – wow.”
Your eyes didn’t know where to go; you wanted to drink in every single inch of them. Astra grinned at you, reaching forward to grab your hand and lift it to her lips to kiss it softly.
“I think she likes it,” She murmured to Behrad, taking note of your awestruck expression. You shook your head at her words – like was too weak of a word for how you felt about these outfits.
“I wanna touch,” You whispered, your eyes zeroing in on Astra’s tits as they spilled out of her bra.
You were desperate to get your hands on her, but when you stepped forward to cup her tits through her bra, Astra stepped out of your reach with a smirk. A whine spilled out of your mouth, but your girlfriend shook her head.
“Uh-uh, cutie,” She hummed, her voice all teasing. “Not yet, you need to get changed into the first part of your present.”
A squeal left your lips when you glanced back at Behrad and saw him holding a folded set of clothes that looked like lingerie matching to what your partners were wearing. Doing a little happy dance that made both of your loves laugh, you snatched the soft clothes from Behrad’s hands and moved quickly to the changing screen in the corner of the room.
The lacy negligee was a bit different from Astra’s – where hers was a body suit, yours a soft, baby doll type dress that cascaded down your body and left your tummy on display for them. The little panties slipped on easily and you giggled when you realized they were crotchless. Your loves adored having your pussy bared for them for easy access in pretty outfits like this.
“Are you guys ready to see it?” You giggled.
“Come on out, Bug,” Behrad said, a clear grin evident in his voice.
As soon as you stepped out from behind the screen to show off for your partners, their eyes filled with desire. Heat pooled in your belly at the hungry stares they gave you and the way their eyes seemed to drag down your body in tandem. Nothing had even happened yet, and you were already positive that this was the best birthday ever.
“Do I get to be spoiled tonight?” You asked, feeling your eyes twinkle with excitement at the idea. “Is that my birthday present?”
Astra snorted at the question, and you huffed, knowing that was an answer in and of itself. And not one that you wanted to hear. Behrad reached out for your hand, tugging you into his arms and kissing your cheeks.
“Don’t pout, bug,” He murmured. You hadn’t realized you were pouting until he kissed your pouty lips.
“We can’t spoil you, princess, that would turn our sweet girl into the biggest brat on the block.” Astra said, smoothing a hand over your hair. Despite your pouting, you nuzzled into her touch.
Behrad looked down at your little pout and then back up at Astra, his own eyes turning as pleading as yours. “Can’t we spoil her just a little, As? It is her birthday – and look how cute she is.”
“Yeah,” You said, doing your best puppy dog eyes. “It’s my birthday, lovey, and ‘m all dressed up for you.”
Astra pursed her lips at both of you, “Honestly, you’re both incorrigible – constantly encouraging each other to be brats.”
You kept your puppy dog eyes on, nuzzling into her hand with a little pleading whimper. She huffed out a laugh and shook her head, her hand sliding down to cup your chin and make you look at her.
“I have two conditions.” She stated, and your heartrate picked up excitedly. “You both follow my directions,” She started, glancing between you and Behrad. “And you’re cumming right at midnight, princess. We’re gonna start your birthday off right.” With a glance at the clock, you saw it was 11:45 pm on the dot – fifteen minutes before your birthday.
You giggled happily and leaned up on your toes to kiss your beautiful girlfriend, “Thank you, thank you, thank you! ‘m the luckiest girl in the world.”
“You’re just lucky you’re both cute,” She grumbled, stroking her hand down to squeeze your ass. “Can’t say no to my bratty babies.” As you giggled softly, she squeezed your chin again and murmured, “Get on the bed, princess.”
Moving quickly, you slipped out of their arms and threw yourself onto the king bed that you got to snuggle with your loves in every night. You propped yourself up on your elbows with a grin, showing off what a good girl you were still going to be for them even if they spoiled you.
Astra hummed, turning to pull Behrad in for a long kiss. You giggled when you saw her tug at the silky strands of your boyfriend’s hair and heard Behrad’s responding groan. It was a deep and passionate kiss between your two lovers, their tongues meeting in the middle and dancing a salsa together. A little whimper worked its way out of your mouth as you watched them, wishing you were either one of them while your pussy flooded with excitement.
“What was that for?” Behrad asked when Astra broke the kiss, panting and already trying to pull her back for more kisses even as she slipped out of his grasp and made her way towards you on the bed.
“Just putting on a little show for our girl,” Astra grinned, settling in behind you and laying your upper body in her lap. She stroked your cheek gently, turning your face up to look at her. “Did you like that, baby?”
“Mhm,” You hummed happily, a little moan working its way out of your mouth when Astra cupped your tit through the material of your nighty and pinched your nipple tightly.
“B,” She said, glancing up at your boyfriend. “Why don’t you come join us over here – in your favorite spot.”
You and Behrad let out simultaneous gasps at her words, and B scrambled as quickly as he could to get to the bed and climb between your legs. If he had a choice, Behrad would spend every day between one of his girls’ legs, making you moan and shout and shudder with pleasure for as long as you’ll let him.
“Think maybe I’m the one being spoiled,” He hummed, pressing your legs open to see your wet cunt bared for him.
Glancing up at Astra, Behrad’s eyes held a question – he wanted her permission to touch you. It turned you one more than you would ever admit when they did this, treating you like their little plaything. Your body theirs to use how they wanted and when they wanted.
“You can touch, baby,” Astra nodded at Behrad, her hands playing with your tits and making your squirm. She squeezed your nipple, sending a volt of electricity to your cunt, and murmured to you, “Stop moving.”
You whined, but you followed her directions because you refused to give up your chance to be spoiled that night. Behrad wasted no time diving between your legs, kissing his way up your thighs but pulling his mouth away from your cunt before he touched you where you wanted him.
“Tell him to kiss my pussy,” You whined to Astra.
Your beautiful girlfriend huffed out a laugh, stroking your cheek gently, “Such a needy little thing. B, give the birthday girl what she wants before she starts crying.”
Behrad laughed gently, nipping at your thigh as you pouted, “Cutest little cry baby.”
You opened your mouth to respond, but before you could say anything to them, Behrad sucked your clit into his mouth with a moan around the sensitive little nub. As soon as his mouth was on you, you got lost in the pleasure of your boyfriend’s touch.
“Oh,” You gasped, lifting your hips against his face at every teasing touch and essentially humping his mouth.
Behrad groaned into your cunt at the taste of you on his tongue, his fingers digging into your hips as he feasted on you like a man who was starving. Your eyes flicked up to meet Astra’s, moaning at the hungry way she watched your pleasure. Her hands maintained their movements on your tits, pinching and pulling at your hard nipples. The pleasure from her ministrations melded with the intense waves of pleasure that rolled through you as Behrad inched you closer and closer to that ever-familiar edge of your orgasm.
“She’s going to cum,” Astra hummed, knowing your body almost better than you knew it yourself. You whimpered your agreement as Astra glanced at the clock with a happy hum. “Either do it now and give her another right after, or drag it out a couple of minutes to hit midnight.”
An affronted gasp slid out of you at the idea of not cumming for another few minutes, and luckily Behrad seemed to be feeling the same way as he sped up the movements of his tongue to get you to your orgasm as fast as possible. It didn’t take long, what with Behrad’s expert tongue licking you into oblivion.
“Gonna cum,” You gasped. “Gonna cum, fuck!”
As soon as Behrad nibbled on your clit as he slid his middle two fingers into your aching hole, you came hard on his tongue. Thrashing and whining in pleasure at Behrad’s touch, you gripped Astra’s arm tightly and squeezed your eyes shut tight.
“Feels so good,” You panted. “So, so good, ‘m the luckiest birthday girl ever.”
“About to get even luckier, princess,” Astra cooed. “Because you’re getting another right now.”
Sure enough, as soon as the words were out of her mouth, Behrad’s fingers were fucking you gently. You let out a shout of pleasure as he stroked your g-spot on every pass, nibbling and sucking on your clit like it was his job.
“Cum for me,” He mumbled into your pussy. “Please, bug, wanna feel you cum on my fingers.”
Always wanting to be a good girl, you shouted out a moan as your cunt clenched down around Behrad’s fingers and you came again. Astra murmured soft praise above you, the gentle words filtering into your hazy mind and making you whimper happily as you turned your head and saw the time turn to 12:01 a.m.
Astra’s touch was gentle as she turned your head again to make you look at her while she murmured softly, “Happy birthday, princess.”
From between your legs, Behrad kissed your thighs and grinned up at you, “Happy birthday, my favorite little bug. We love you so much.”
Tears rolled down your cheeks from the pleasure of two orgasms right in a row and from the loving and soft words murmured to you from the two people you loved most in the world. You really did feel like the luckiest birthday girl in the whole world.
“Okay, princess,” Astra hummed. “Because it’s officially your birthday now, you get to pick what you want next.”
You took a second to really think it over – though you knew exactly what you wanted from the very second that she told you that you got to pick. With a little grin, you murmured, “Want B to fuck me and you to sit on my face. Please.”
Your lovers exchanged amused glances about your words as Behrad grinned, “See? I told you spoiling her wouldn’t make her a brat – she’s still our perfect polite girl.”
They moved in tandem then, Astra moving to situate herself over your face as Behrad stood to shove his undies to the floor and free his cock. You moaned at the sight of his perfect length bobbing and hard for you. And then you moaned when you looked up and saw Astra’s perfect pussy wet and waiting for your mouth.
“Best birthday ever,” You sighed happily, reaching up to tug Astra down onto your face.
She laughed lightly, “So eager, princess.”
“Mhm,” You hummed, nipping at her thigh gently. “I wanna taste you so bad.”
She let you, lowering herself down the last inch to smother you with her wet cunt that made you squeeze your thighs together it turned you on so much. The moan you let out into her cunt would have been louder than the one she gave into the bedroom had your mouth not been muffled by her pussy.
As you licked and sucked with reckless abandon on the woman you loved, the man you loved lined himself up with your entrance, wasting no time as he thrust himself inside of you in one go.
“Oh shit,” He grunted. “Fuck, bug, you’re so perfect. Love this little pussy.”
You whimpered into Astra’s pussy as Behrad fucked you in a hard rhythm. He was clearly turned the hell on too after bringing you to orgasm twice, and he didn’t want to wait long before he got to fill your pussy with his cum.
“Do you love this, princess?” Astra panted, rocking her hips over your mouth and letting out moaned curses her and there. “Having your mouth and your pretty little pussy used by us on your birthday?”
“Yes,” You gasped into her – both as a response to her question and an encouragement to Behrad.
“Fuck,” Behrad grunted. “Can’t last long – she’s so fucking tight.”
Moans flew out of you as you felt Astra lean forward over your body. From the slightly sloppy sounds you gathered that she and Behrad were kissing over you – but when her perfect fingers fell to your clit, it became impossible to focus on anything but the powerful orgasm hurtling your way. And from the way Astra’s thighs clenched around your face, it seemed she was close too.
You followed Behrad’s lead to make a woman cum, nibbling on Astra’s clit and giving a swirl of your tongue, and before you knew it your girlfriend was gasping out your name in her perfect accent as her release washed over her beautifully.
“Oh my god, (y/n),” She moaned. “So fucking good. Love you so much, princess.”
You were next in line, gasping into Astra’s cunt as you lapped up her orgasm. Her fingers moving on your clit as Behrad fucked you with tight, skin slapping thrusts sending you so far over the edge you thought you might have passed out from the pleasure.
“Please,” You sobbed, not quite sure what you were begging for. Maybe his release stuffed inside you. “Please, please, B, fucking love you.”
Of course, as soon as your cunt clenched around his cock, Behrad was falling over that edge as well. His hips stilled against yours as he let out a groan of pleasure that rumbled throughout you and your girlfriend, his cock twitching inside of you as he filled you to the brim with his cum.
For a few moments after you all came, the only sound in the room was the sound of each of your respective pants. After a heartbeat, Astra rolled off of you, snuggling up into your side and laying her head on your boobs as she kissed between them.
“I love you so much, birthday girl,” She whispered as Behrad slipped out of you and fell onto the bed on your other side. “My favorite girl in the whole world.”
You giggled happily, letting your fingers drift into her hair as you kissed her forehead, “I love you too, beautiful, you’re my favorite girl too.”
Behrad snuggled in against you, his fingers going into your hair as yours had with Astra’s. A hum left his lips as he kissed you softly, his tongue caressing yours gently and lovingly.
“You’re both my favorite girls,” He murmured. “And there’s no better day in the whole world than either of your birthdays because it’s my day to celebrate you.”
Both you and Astra looked up at him, obvious heart eyes staring at him as you both made happy noises that made him laugh. And as your birthday started ticking away around you, you started a new year around the sun in your favorite place in the whole world – right in the arms of your two best friends and the people you loved more than any other.
The next day, at your surprise party, you watched with a grin as Behrad played the host with the most and bustled about the party talking to everyone. Nothing could have made you happier on your birthday than the sweet grin on his face and Astra’s arms wrapped around you.
“You already knew,” Astra said, resting her chin on your shoulder. “Didn’t you?”
You chewed your bottom lip gently, watching Behrad as he happily chatted with Sara and Ava across the room. Astra kissed that sensitive spot just below your ear lobe that she liked to treat like a target.
“(Y/n),” She drawled, your name sounding delicious rolling out of her mouth. “Tell me.”
“I knew,” You murmured, your heart squeezing at her responding giggle. “I found the set up yesterday morning.”
“I knew it,” She laughed.
“But look at him,” You hummed, nodding at Behrad. The corners of your lips twitched up into a smile as he turned to you and sent you a wink as he took a sip from one of the cups with your face on it. “Look how happy he is.”
Astra hummed softly, squeezing you in against her as she murmurs, “Such a good little girlfriend.”
You giggled, “Just wanna be the best for you guys.”
Her arms tightened around you gently, “You are, baby, we love you so much.”
“I love you guys so much!” You grinned, twisting in Astra’s arms to press a kiss to her lips.
“Happy birthday, my love,” Astra murmured, a beautiful grin on her lips.
“Thank you,” You whispered, letting her drag you out to the makeshift dancefloor.
Laughs bubbled out of your mouth as you danced with your gorgeous girlfriend – and a squealed rolled out when you felt a familiar presence come up behind you and wrap around you.
“B!” You giggled, tossing your head back onto his shoulder and seeing his pretty grin looking down at you.
“Hey, birthday girl,” He said, kissing your cheek. “I saw my girlfriends out here being so cute and dancing and I thought I’d join.”
“Good idea,” Astra grinned.
“Best birthday ever,” You giggled. “Being smushed between my loves.”
Your partners grinned at you as you leaned into their touch. You meant it when you told them this was the best birthday ever – being surrounded by all of the people you loved and being squished between your favorite people in the world. There was no better way in the world to celebrate turning a year older than being in the arms of your incredible partners that never failed to make you feel like the luckiest woman in the world – especially on your birthday. Their favorite day of the year.
Battles end. Wars are won. But some feelings don’t ever change. A Harry/Ginny Post-War story for the fabulous LilyEvansJan30! Love you, darling!
Constellate
Ginny frowned.
“What do you mean I can’t leave?”
“We’re very sorry ma'am. But you’ll need to wait until we’ve been given clearance to let patrons out.”
Ginny pushed down the anger that was simmering up to a boil. “Can I at least have my wand back?”
It had only been a few weeks since the defeat of Voldemort, and the Ministry hadn’t managed to undo all of the policies from the regime, like only Ministry employees being able to keep their wands while at the Ministry - a policy put into effect after three fugitives broke into a pink toad’s office - and it had yet to be reversed.
Ginny secretly suspected that there were still Voldemort sympathizers deliberately turning blind eyes that Kingsley needed to fish out.
“Hey, Gin,” Harry stepped up behind her. “I didn’t know you were at the Ministry today.”
Ginny smiled at Harry, for once hoping that Harry’s unwanted star status would get her out of this one.
“Hi Harry, I was just trying to get my wand and head out but I’ve been denied.”
Harry’s expression went dark as he turned on the witch behind the counter.
“Why won’t you give Ginny her wand and let her leave?”
The witch looked warily at Harry but held her ground. “No one can leave right now, Mr. Potter. There was a threat sent to the Ministry and until the Aurors clear us to let people out we’re not to let anyone in or out.”
“You’ve got to be kidding me.” Harry shook his head. “I just came from the Aurors’ offices and no one was acting like a threat had been issued.” He turned to Ginny. “Want to come back with me? Find out what’s going on?”
“Of course,” Ginny looked back at the witch. “May I at least have my wand?”
“I’m sorry ma'am, but I can’t return a wand until the patron has been cleared to leave the Ministry.”
Harry bristled. “I just signed all the paperwork to join the Aurors, I’m an employee of the Ministry and would like my wand.”
“I’m sorry Mr. Potter, but until that paperwork makes it to me I can’t give you back your wand.”
Ginny grabbed Harry’s arm as she saw the tell tale signs that Harry was about to lose his temper.
“Let’s go see Kingsley. He’ll sort everything out for us.”
Harry looked down at her hand on his arm and Ginny felt how much she’d missed him over the last year rushing through her.
“Come on,” Harry nodded, not giving the witch behind the counter another glance.
Ginny moved to match his fast pace towards the lifts.
“How’s Birmingham?” She asked in reference to his new flat.
Harry chuckled as the doors closed and they began to descend to the Aurors’ level. “Nice, being in the Muggle world keeps most of the Wizarding Press at bay.”
“It’s quiet with you and Ron and Hermione not around anymore.” Ginny immediately regretted the comment as Harry flinched. “Sorry, I wasn’t saying you should come back.”
Harry shook his head. “I just don’t want you to think I’m walking away from all of you.”
“I don-”
The doors opened, cutting her off as Harry walked out into the corridor.
“Hey, Gawain,” Harry called to a man with gray hair walking out of an office. “I just got told I can’t leave because of a threat to the Ministry.”
The man turned with a sigh and nodded. “We had a howler show up in Kingsley’s office saying that the next person who left would set off an explosion that would implode the building.”
“What do you need me to do?”
Gawain shook his head, “I can’t give you an assignment until everything’s processed for your hiring.”
“You have got to be kidding me,” Harry fisted his hand in his hair.
“Is Kingsley here?” Ginny stepped up, hoping that Kingsley hadn’t decided to move from his office in the Aurors’ department to the Minister’s office yet.
Gawain shook his head, “He moved out this morning. What brings you here Miss Weasley?”
“I was dropping off paperwork for my dad,” Ginny answered. “Mum had sent our owl off and Dad said the forms couldn’t wait.”
Gawain nodded and turned back to Harry. “I understand your frustrations but until Kingsley and I can get these mandates changed my hands are tied.” He put his hand on Harry’s shoulder. “It’s slow going, but don’t give up on us, we’re going to fix all this, you’re part of that Harry.”
Harry nodded but Ginny saw the tension building in Harry’s shoulders and neck.
“Is there a place we can wait until you’ve sorted everything out?” Ginny put her hand back on Harry’s arm, hoping it would have the same results it had in the Atrium.
The same result her touch had when they’d been together.
Gawain turned his attention to her and gestured down the hallway. “Harry and your brother’s office, it’s theirs, even if the paper pushers haven’t managed to lift a finger.”
Ginny pulled on Harry’s sleeve. “Thank you, Gawain, and if you happen to find out Harry can get his wand back, let us know.”
“I’ll see what I can do,” Gawain nodded and then continued the way he’d been going.
“Why don’t you show me your office? Is Ron here too?” Ginny gave his arm a firmer tug and Harry finally turned with a frustrated sigh.
“Ron apparently got out in the nick of time,” Harry moved to a door not too far from the lifts, his and Ron’s names already on the brass plate. “We were here to sign all the paperwork and Ron needed to get to Hermione’s for a date. I let Gawain get Ron through first so he wouldn’t be late.”
Ginny followed him into the office, and looked around. The walls were bare but two desks were set up to face each other and a sofa was set against the wall.
“I’m sure Hermione appreciates the sacrifice,” she sat down on the sofa, “And I’m much happier being here with you than stuck in the Atrium with everyone else.”
That finally earned her a smile.
“I’m glad I’m not here on my own either.” Harry sat down next to her. “Gin-”
“Good evening, Mr. Potter.” A tall woman with black hair stepped in the office and smiled. “Mr. Robards asked me to see if I can order any food brought up for you and your friend.”
“Ah, does Gawain think we’ll be here that long?”
“I’m afraid that in an effort to fix the situation, one of the wizards has managed to lock us all in. They’re trying to undo that and neutralize whatever has been done to the exits.”
“Merlin, what next?” Harry groaned.
“Some dinner would be wonderful,” Ginny looked at the witch. “I’m Ginny Weasley, by the way.”
“I’m Charlene Hopkins, the receptionist here, it’s nice to meet you Ginny. I’ll see what they’ve got in the cafeteria and have something sent up to you. We’ll all feel better after a spot of dinner.”
“Thank you,” Ginny smiled and watched Charlene go. She turned to Harry and patted his knee. “At least we won’t starve.”
Harry didn’t answer, just sat back on the sofa and rubbed his eyes, skewing his glasses.
She let it be quiet for a long while, knowing this wasn’t something she could fix for him. Just like she couldn’t fix that Voldemort would have gone after her had they been together.
But Voldemort was gone.
And Ginny still wanted more than just friendship with the man sitting next to her.
“Harry-”
“Hello Sir, Ma'am.” A House Elf appeared at the door with a large tray floating behind her. “May Popsey bring in your dinner?”
“Yeah, thank you,” Harry stood and took the tray, setting it on the desks. “Do you know if they’ll be letting us go home soon, Popsey?”
“Popsey doesn’t know, Sir, but Popsey can get you what you need.”
“Could you get us to our wands?” Ginny hoped she’d just found a loophole.
Popsey shook her head. “Popsey is sorry Ma'am, but Popsey isn’t allowed to take you to your wand.”
Ginny huffed and looked at Harry. “Was worth a shot.”
Harry gave her a small smile and Ginny almost forgot to be put out with their situation.
“I think we’re set for now, Popsey.” Harry turned back to the elf. “Thank you.”
“Popsey is happy to serve, Sir.” She bowed deeply and then disappeared.
Harry looked down at their food as he fisted a hand in his hair. “They’ll feed us, but Merlin forbid they give us a way to defend ourselves. It’s Umbridge all over again.”
“Hey,” Ginny came to stand beside him. “It’s going to be alright. We’ll be out of here and on our way home before you know it.” She sat down at the desk facing the door and pulled a plate toward her, gesturing to the desk chair across from her. “See, it’s just like when we were in school.”
The smirk found his lips slowly as his eyes locked with hers. “If I remember right, I sat next to you, not across from you.”
Ginny grinned and deliberately shifted the wheeled chair from the center of the desk to the far left. “Well, would you look at that? There might be room for two here.”
Harry’s laughter made her heart soar and she didn’t bother to hide her smile as Harry pulled the other chair around and sat down next to her.
“Want to play a game?” Ginny asked as they tucked in.
“What sort of game?”
“It’s a game Fred and George used to play,” Ginny swallowed the lump in her throat and pushed forward. Fred wouldn’t want her weepy every time she mentioned his name. “You pick a specific place and time and then the other person has to think of the funniest thing that happened to them during that time at that place.”
Harry took a drink before nodding. “So I would say when you were seven at home?”
“Sure. And then I think of the funniest thing that happened to me when I was seven at home.”
“Which was?” There was a glint in his green eyes that had Ginny leaning a little closer to him.
“Sneaking out to the broom shed to try and learn to fly but finding Bill trying to sneak out to see his girlfriend.” Ginny laughed.
Harry laughed.“Did you both just turn a blind eye to each other?”
“No,” Ginny shook her head, “Bill said the girl wasn’t worth it and took me back to my room and told me not to go outside by myself.” She chuckled, “I was furious then, but it’s funny now.”
“Especially because you can fly circles around Bill now.” Harry bumped her shoulder.
“Alright now you.” Ginny bumped him back but smiled. “Fifteen at Hogwarts.”
Harry looked thoughtful a moment before grinning. “Finding out you bat bogey hexed Malfoy.”
Ginny laughed, “You weren’t even there for that.”
“No,” Harry shrugged, “But the mental image made me laugh. Honestly that and your brothers’ exit were probably the highlights of that year.”
Ginny laughed, “See, it’s a good game.”
They played till well after their food was finished and Popsey had collected their empty dishes and brought a tea tray for them. They’d moved back to the sofa when Charlene returned.
“I have bad news.” She stood at the door. “It looks like we’ll be here for a decent bit. I’m not sure of the details, but I just got an internal message saying I might as well tuck in for the night. Do the two of you need anything? My daughter works in Magical Games and Sports and I’m going to head up to her level till we can leave.”
“They think it’ll be tomorrow?” Harry looked like he was about to explode.
Charlene rubbed her brow. “I’m sorry, Mr. Potter, I know this is frustrating, but on the bright side we’re not here alone. You have Miss Weasley with you and I have my daughter.”
Harry stared at her incredulously.
“I think we’re alright, Charlene.” Ginny put her hand back on Harry’s arm.
“Have a good night then,” Charlene gave her a tired smile before moving to the lifts.
Ginny moved and shut the door after her, hoping that if Harry did need a chance to shout he’d be able to do it without the audience of any stray co-workers.
She turned just in time to see Harry kick one of the desks and swear.
“Harry-”
“Sorry, just-”
“Harry, it’s alright, honestly, you’re handling it better than I thought you would.”
“Maybe I should go tell Gawain I’m not interested anymore.”
Ginny scoffed, “From the man who broke up with me to protect me? Be serious, Harry.”
“What choice did I have?!” He turned on her. “Can you imagine what he would have done to you if he’d known? If any of them figured out what we had was more than a fling?! That I cared more about you than I did everything short of defeating Voldemort?!”
“You think I don’t know?!” Ginny stomped up to him. “Do you think Hogwarts was some walk in the park?! I owled Luna and Neville before I ever showed up to school telling them that we were going to paint you and I as a passing fancy! That I needed them to help me make us out as nothing or Voldemort would be able to push you into a corner!”
Harry took a deep breath and gripped the desk in front of him.
“Fine.”
Ginny nearly shoved him. “Really? That’s all you have to say? Fine?” She threw her hands in the air and stomped over to the couch.
Ginny reached for her wand - if she was going to be stuck here all night she might as well have a blanket and pillow - but her hand came up empty.
Oh. Right.
They didn’t have their wands.
“Er…”
Harry turned to look at her, his face still tight with anger.
“Don’t suppose either of those desks has a cot in it? Or maybe a blanket?”
Harry blinked at her, his expression shifting from angry to confused. “What?”
“There’s only the couch, Harry, and we don’t have our wands. If we’re spending the night we’re in a bit of a predicament.”
Understanding dawned on Harry’s face and Ginny nearly laughed as red touched his cheeks. He quickly turned to the desk drawers opening and muttering before slamming them shut.
After shutting the last drawer, he turned around the room slowly before finally facing her again.
“I’ll sleep on the floor. You can have the couch.”
“Don’t be stupid,” Ginny scoffed. “It’s big enough for both of us to sleep sitting up.”
Harry wouldn’t meet her eye and Ginny wondered if he might have found that Veela she’d been figuratively jealous of almost a year ago.
“I’m not going to attack you.” She rolled her eyes and tried to push away the ache in her chest. “And I’m sorry for yelling back at you.”
That finally got a smirk out of him. “That sounds like you aren’t actually sorry for yelling at me.”
Ginny grinned, “When have I ever apologized for shaking some sense into you?”
“Not once.” Harry sat down next to her. “And I wouldn’t change it.”
“Are you less put out, then?” She resisted the urge to scoot closer to him.
Harry sighed, “It’s just been a lot, you know?”
She did know.
“Hey, it’s alright for it to feel like a lot. I mean you just killed a madman that was trying to take over the world. That is a lot.”
Harry stretched his feet out in front of him and leant back. “I think I wanted to see change faster. I wanted to feel like what I did mattered. And this whole thing has made it feel like none of it made a difference. I still can’t have my wand here. This is obviously an assassination attempt on Kingsley. Some idiot up there has made it worse. And I can’t do anything about any of it.”
Ginny couldn’t help it, she scooted closer and put her hand on his thigh. “You have made a difference, Harry.”
He shook his head but Ginny kept pushing.
“Don’t you dare, Harry, don’t you dare think for one second we all risked our lives for this and it meant nothing. Just because it’s slow to start does not mean that you accomplished nothing, that we accomplished nothing!”
Harry grabbed her hand on his thigh and squeezed it. “Merlin, I’ve missed you.”
Ginny wanted to wrap her arms around him but she settled for squeezing this hand in return. “I’ve missed you too.”
Harry didn’t look at her, but Ginny saw the lines in his neck relax and the muscles of his shoulders finally release down.
“We should probably try and get some sleep.” He yawned. “I’ll move to the floor so you can lay out.”
“I’ll hex you if you try to sleep on the floor so I can have the couch.” Ginny glared at him.
“You and what wand?” He grinned.
Ginny couldn’t help it. Maybe it was the tension lifting from him. Maybe it was that they’d been laughing and enjoying themselves less than an hour ago. Maybe it was just falling back into the way she and Harry had been before Voldemort had started his take over. Maybe it was that Harry had always been good at getting her to laugh.
Whatever it was, Ginny dissolved into a fit of laughter.
And Harry quickly followed her.
She didn’t know exactly how it happened, but somehow, Ginny ended up pressed against him, her head resting on his shoulder, his arm draped loosely against her back, his glasses skewed to one side, green eyes staring down at her like they had the day they’d finally kissed each other.
Ginny was sure something had happened to the air, because no matter how hard she tried to breathe, nothing seemed to be getting to her lungs.
“We, er, we should try and sleep.” Harry’s eyes dropped to her lips as her tongue darted out to lick them.
“R-right.” Ginny reluctantly pushed off of him, realizing how cold his office actually was without a blanket or jumper.
She tried to wrap her arms around her and burrow a bit into her side of the couch, but it was to no avail. It was going to be a cold night.
Ginny watched Harry shiver once before he stood and turned off the light. The room was instantly pitch black and she didn’t manage to not laugh when Harry hit the desks in his attempt to return to the couch.
“Like you would have done any better.” Harry laughed with her and Ginny felt the couch move as he sat down.
“I’m part owl, didn’t I ever tell you that?”
“And I’m part dragon,” Harry snorted.
“No, you just have one tattooed on your chest.”
That earned her a full laugh from Harry and Ginny couldn’t help the feeling of pride it gave her.
“Who was it you told that too? I don’t remember.”
“Romilda Vane,” Ginny huffed. “The girl couldn’t seem to fathom why you’d picked me instead of her.”
“Because you actually cared about me.” Harry’s voice was quiet. “And you’re much prettier than she ever was.”
“Thanks.” Ginny’s voice mirrored his tone.
She felt the couch shift and Harry grunted. “You’d think they’d give you control over the temperature of your office. It’s getting colder.”
“They probably expect you to use magic for it.” Ginny shivered too. “Here.” She scooted over to sit right beside him. “If this is alright, it’ll keep us warmer.”
“It’s, yeah, it’s fine.” Harry shifted, pressing their legs together. “Definitely, warmer.”
Ginny rested her head against his shoulder before she could talk herself out of it.
She’dmissedthis.
She shivered again and Harry put his arm around her, pulling her closer.
“This alright?”
Ginny hummed and snuggled into him.
She’d missed this.
His fingers found the end of her point tail, and began running through the soft stands the way he used to.
She’d missed him.
Pressed against Harry, for the first time in months, Ginny felt safe. She felt peace. She felt right.
“Gin?”
It was muscle memory. In her tired state, all bemused in the past mixing with the present, skewing her thoughts to places that no longer existed, Ginny turned her face towards him and brushed her lips against his.
Then she froze as she realized what she’d just done.
Ginny tried to manage even a stutter of an explanation, but never got the chance as Harry followed her lips, pressing her back against the couch as he made her display in her bedroom before Bill’s wedding look like child’s play.
Harry’s kiss was near desperate as his body pinned her to the couch. His lips and teeth both caressed and plundered her mouth, spurred on by the sounds each feeling pulled from her. Then he found the spot behind her ear and she melted, just like she had when they’d been together.
Harry capitalized on her malleable state and shifted them flat on the couch.
“Merlin, I’ve missed you.” Was the only conscious thought she could manage to vocalize as her body wanted to surrender to the oblivion that being with Harry like this always was.
“Me too.” He kissed along her neck as she tangled her fingers in his hair.
“Are we going to skip the conversation and pick up where we left off?” Ginny tugged on his hair when he bit down on her pulse point.
“We should probably have that conversation,” he smirked above her.
“Later.” Ginny pulled him back down to her, deliberately pressing herself into him and smirking at his groan.
It was when Ginny thought the room was heating up and perhaps all these clothes weren’t as necessary as propriety dictated that someone knocked on the door.
Harry swore and shifted off of her.
“Just a sec,” Ginny called out as Harry stumbled to his feet, this time not crashing into the desks as he made it to the door and flipped on the lights.
“Sorry if I woke you.” Gawain handed Harry his wand with a tired grin. “Welcome to the Aurors, Harry. And Miss Weasley.” Gawain crossed the room and handed Ginny her wand. “Compliments from the Minister of Magic.”
“Thank you,” Ginny smiled and let the feel of the woods on her palm buzz through her body.
“Did you manage to clear the exits as well?” Harry asked.
“Yes, thankfully that’s sorted and you’re welcome to go home. Kingsley suggested the two of you head to his office and use his Floo access. The queue to leave is already getting ridiculously long.” Gawain nodded to both of them. “Have a good rest of your night.”
“You too, and thank you,” Harry nodded and watched Gawain head to the lifts.
Ginny stood, feeling somehow exposed under the light. “I guess we should get moving too. My parents probably know what happened and they’ll be worried if I don’t let them know where I’ll be now that we can leave.”
Harry looked back at her, his green eyes locking on hers. “Where you’ll be? Did you not want to go home?”
“Is there a Veela waiting at your flat I should know about?”
Finally, finally he smiled, that smile he’d had only for her when she was his. “No, no one’s waiting for me, but I make a pretty good breakfast.”
“That sounds heavenly.” Ginny holstered her wand and threaded her fingers with his. “We can have that conversation while we eat. But right now, let’s get to yours. I’m assuming your bed is bigger and warmer than that couch.”
Harry smiled, his free hand running along her neck as he brought his lips to hers with a kiss that made her breath catch. “Plenty big for the two of us, and I can think of ways to keep us warm.”
And much later, drifting off to sleep with Harry’s arms wrapped around her, no howler from her mother in response to where she’d be for the rest of the night, Ginny felt secure that in the morning their conversation would go about as quickly as it had the first time. Maybe even quick enough for them to enjoy the morning together.
