Ginny Weasley has serious spunk. (holygin) wrote in reduxpitch, @ 2016-07-11 08:35:00 |
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Entry tags: | !thread, character: ginny weasley, character: marcus flint |
WHO: Ginny Weasley, Marcus Flint, and his parents
WHEN: Saturday 9 July 2002, after the Ireland/England match
WHERE: World Cup Pitch
WHAT: Celebrating, accidentally meeting the parents, and more celebrating
RATING: NSFW near the end because it's Ginny and Marcus, and they can't keep their hands off each other.
STATUS: Completed in Docs
When Ireland defeated England, when the snitch was caught and the final whistle was blown, the noise from the crowd made it impossible for Ginny to feel herself cheer let alone hear the sound that came out of her. She felt bad, of course, for her friends on the English national team, but she was too elated for her teammates, friends, and love on the Irish one to spare the other team much thought.
Rushing the field as the teams landed was a little more difficult than the last match, but Ginny knew how to move through crowds, weaving and bobbing and narrowly avoiding being trampled. She found Marcus easily, laughing and smiling at how he seemed to be searching for her. It was like he knew she would be coming for him. Careful not to kick anyone, Ginny launched herself into Marcus' arms, wrapping her legs around his hips and clinging tight to his shoulders while she gave him a long and deep congratulatory kiss.
"Marcus Flint," she said, beaming down at him, "You've just made it to the World Cup Finals. What are you gonna do next?!"
~~
Marcus had been looking for her. He had left her so early that morning - he had had press and to get into the head space he needed to be in - and he felt horrible for it. But seeing the fruits of all that work come to bear - all he wanted was to snog Ginny, get food and spend time celebrating. No more or less. He was a simple man with simple needs. His witch, his team and a pint.
Marcus saw the flash of red hair launching at him and he grabbed her around the waist with practiced ease, his words of congratulations to a teammate was smothered by a certain Weasley’s lips and he grinned at her, “Well, I fully intend to enjoy our victory tonight and take my girlfriend out to celebrate...if she isn’t opposed to the idea of going out with the majority of the Irish National team….”
He felt eyes on him and shook off the feeling - he was on the Pitch at the Cup - there were bound to be eyes on him. Not setting her down, he worked their way through the mass of people and grinned at her, “And I see your thought process here - Get the Boyfriend to carry you all night - well I am sober enough to do so now….just don’t anticipate this being able to work so well on our way home tonight….”
~~
Ginny laughed. "I'm not opposed. I don't object! I learned my lesson from last time and will never try to keep up with the lot of you drinking ever again." She was in high spirits. She loved seeing Marcus this thrilled. It made his eyes sparkle, and she could spend the rest of her life with him looking at her like that.
"Just because I threw myself at you in a very literal sense," she retorted, looking down at him primly, "it does not mean I expected you to carry me. You started walking all on your own." Dipping her head, she peppered his jaw and cheeks with kisses until she had her mouth by his ear. "The only thing I request is that you're not so intoxicated that I can't help you celebrate in a very particular way."
She leaned back, grinning deviously. "Don't get me wrong. Sleeping next to you, wrapped in your arms, gives me the best dreams, but I think this win deserves something a little less wholesome." Ginny tilted her head. "Don't you?"
~~
Marcus stopped walking and set Ginny down and kissed her properly - taking his time to thoroughly enjoy and explore her lips and mouth, pulling back slightly he grinned against her lips, “Oh I completely agree….this more than deserves something considerably less wholesome…” His grin was decidedly more wicked than the one he would be showing the press later that evening.
That was when a voice cut through the raucous crowd, “Well, at last we find you...for the captain of the winning team you seem a bit more difficult to locate than you should be.”
Marcus froze in his tracks, looking for a moment looking like an animal caught in a spotlight. He mouthed to Ginny, “I am SO sorry….” And turned slowly to face a very smartly dressed woman. Even in the chaos of the after game - she was unphased.without so much as a hair out of place, “I wasn’t sure you and Father would be able to make this game….”
“We were in town for business and heard you had a game tonight.” She stepped forward and air kissed his cheeks, “And so rude….aren’t you going to introduce me to your….companion?”
Marcus took a deep breath, “Mother - I would like you to meet my girlfriend, Ginny - this is my mother.”
~~
That wasn't a look Ginny was used to seeing on Marcus' face. Worried, sure. A little angry in the face of fear and concern, definitely. But the look of utter terror and discomfort put her on edge, and she was ready to defend him to the death if it was necessary. And it wouldn't be her death.
When he turned, she moved close to his side, stepping a little in front of him so her shoulder blade pressed against his chest in a very protective gesture. She managed a smile for Mrs Flint. "Companion makes it sound like he's paying me," she said, forcing a laugh. "I prefer girlfriend or love of his life, personally." She tittered like the posh women on the WWN dramas. "It's so wonderful that you could make it to a match to support Marcus in the World Cup games he's been playing for weeks."
~~
Marcus let Ginny buy him a few minutes. Normally he had time and warning with his parents. He could build up the icy wall and protect himself. Not to mention people who were with him. Like Ginny. Who shouldn’t have to be on the front lines. Not of this with his mother. He had to hide a grin though at her choice of words. That was most definitely his girl.
“Oh, is that what he told you. You have to forgive my son….at times he can be a bit….” His mother paused when Marcus cleared his throat, “Ah, so you aren’t going to let her defend you so sweetly Marcus? I am sure….”
“Mother, why are you here? I thought you and Father were off….doing something.” He stepped up and shook his head, “And she is my girlfriend Mother. She is my love.” He held up his hand as she started to speak, “And please don’t twist that.”
“Your father had some business in town and well, they offered to have us in their box seats. You played moderately well tonight.”She studied him curiously, watching as her son took a step to see Ginny protected. Her son...and a Weasley….she closed her eyes and pinched the bridge of her nose - he HAD to be the difficult child didn’t he.
“However, since you did win - we will take you out for dinner to celebrate.” She turned her cool gaze to Ginny, “And you will join us of course Miss Weasley. After all it seems there is a lot to celebrate these days.”
~~
Ginny clenched her right hand into a fist around the emerald ring she'd decided to wear that day for luck. The jewel was turned towards her palm, and she was livid enough to want to switch the finger it was on, just to fuck with Mrs Flint. But more people would have been affected, and Ginny refrained.
She couldn't stop herself from grinding her teeth, though, at the things that were said, unsaid, and hinted at. She wanted to slap Marcus' mother. Moderately well my ass, she fumed to herself. I'll show you moderately well you over-botoxed piece of shit. Ginny just barely stopped herself from growling as these thoughts went through her head. She forced herself to smile even brighter.
"I understand that's not exactly a request," she said sweetly, linking her arm with Marcus' and holding herself back by using him as an anchor, "but we already have other plans. If we had known that you would be here tonight, of course we would have made sure to leave our schedule open. Perhaps we can meet on Sunday for brunch?"
~~
“We have just won the game Mother - I can assume you understand that as Captain I have certain - responsibilities.” Marcus was not in the mood to deal with his parents. He wanted to snog and shag Ginny. He wanted to go out and enjoy his teammates and friends. He wanted to ENJOY THIS MOMENT. And instead he could feel Ginny getting more and more tense by the moment and his mother seemed to be sharpening her claws.
“Ah, you found him….” A deeper voice, that made Marcus roll his eyes, “Marcus I have some people I would like you to come and say hello to….” A man that looked like Marcus, only older with salt and pepper hair, frown lines instead of laugh lines and short hair came into view, “Just a moment of your time son….is that too much to ask?”
Glancing from Ginny to his mother and back to Ginny, Marcus silently pondered what would be the easiest to do. Deal with both parents at once and try and keep Ginny from killing them both - or going with his father to divide and conquer. He kissed Ginny’s temple and whispered, “I will be right back baby, I promise.” And giving his mother a very FIRM look of warning , went to meet his father’s business associates.
His mother watched him go and then turned to Ginny, “So...you are the youngest Weasley, I am surprised you are with my son. You come from very….different backgrounds.” She tilted her head to study the younger woman, “I do hope you understand that he has certain…..expectations of him. And this little…..detour he is taking won’t change those.”
~~
Ginny squeezed Marcus' hand, trying to reassure him and give him strength to handle his father. She also wanted him to know, without having to say the words, that she would be okay, and there would be no blood when he returned. She thought. There were really too many witnesses for her to do anything.
When the men had gone, Ginny turned to Marcus' mother, giving her a pleasantly interested look. "I'm not sure what you mean, Mrs Flint. If you mean blood, my family has purer blood than yours does. If you mean the fact that I have six older brothers, a father who loves his job, and a mother who is warm, welcoming, and loving towards everyone I bring through her home--yes. Marcus and I have very different backgrounds." She took a step towards the older woman. "If you mean finances, then I warn you now not to speak one ill word about my parents. I will not stand for that."
She played with the ring but did not spin it so the other woman could see the setting. There would certainly be blood if she did. "I am aware of the expectations you think he has to meet, but you need to be aware of the fact that Marcus is his own man. He will make his own choices. If that's me in the long run, then you can put good money on the fact that I will make him happy for as long as we live. If it turns out to be with someone else, be aware that she will not be your choice but his."
~~
Josephine Flint was almost impressed. Almost. She had plans for her son once this Quidditch phase was over. As did her husband. They had substantial business holdings, land and it was known that Marcus would be taking those all over. Her daughter and youngest son - they had their own lives. But Marcus was very aware - she and her husband had made very sure to remind him - that eventually he was going to be the Head of the business.
“Oh dear, I meant nothing about your parents. I am sure they are lovely people. Constantine has met your father I believe at the Ministry. And as for finances - yes and no. But not in the way you think. You see, it takes a certain person to handle the society and business expectations of the head of the Flint family. Which only grew once Constantine and I married….and I just don’t know if you are the one to meet those expectations.”
“I am sure you are lovely….” Her voice trailed off as Marcus’ grew closer, “And just remember - I am his mother - and you are not the only one with sway over him.” Her eyes narrowed at Ginny - not in contempt, but studying her a bit, Taking her in more than she had previously. Once her eldest was back - looking agitated and exasperated, she mentally cursed her husband for pushing him too far.
“And we return.” Marcus kissed Ginny, slowly and pulled back resting his forehead on hers and mouthing, “I am so sorry….so very very sorry baby. I will make this up to you.” then he turned to his mother, “Don’t even start in on me about tonight Mother….”
“Oh but darling, we are so pressed for time….it would be lovely to take you out - get to know this charming … partner that you have with you.” She met her son’s gaze, amused when she saw his brow go up, “Surely your team can wait long enough for you to celebrate with your family. Since we so rarely get to see you these days.”
Marcus wanted to groan. He wished this was happening via owl so he could rant and not give some sort of strategic ground to his parents. He sighed mentally and turned to her, “Let me talk to Ginny…..and we will be right with you.”
“Letting your witch make your choices son? I didn’t-” Marcus turned as his father started to speak and gave him a LOOK. A very icy cold look that even made the older man pause.
“I am taking her into consideration because she is my girlfriend, because I love her. Because we had previous plans and I am not going to pretend that this is a joyous family moment. So I am going to have a conversation with a woman that I love and appreciate and you two can stand here and wait. Or not. It’s entirely up to you.” Marcus led Ginny over to the side and whispered, “I am so sorry, I owe you for this - I never wanted you to meet them.”
He took a breath, “Do you want to get it over now - where we can make it appetizers and drinks - or do you want to make it brunch? If it’s brunch I can possibly get you out of it by saying you have plans….or you know - common sense enough to not want to deal with them.”
~~
Ginny raised one brow as Mrs Flint spoke, visibly understanding and dismissing her meaning. "If you threaten Marcus or his siblings in any way because of me," she said through clenched teeth, still smiling though it didn't reach her eyes, "I will sway him away from any ties to you, because parents should never use their children like that."
She didn't have a chance to retort further because Marcus was back and kissing her. It felt like she hadn't breathed the entire time he'd been gone. The kiss made her think he felt the same, and she slipped her right hand into his left, letting him feel the ring that she was using as a secret snub towards his parents. She rolled her eyes at the pause before 'partner'.
If Marcus hadn't spoken to his father first, Ginny would have hexed him for his sexist words. She let Marcus pull her to the side. She breathed deeply through her nose, and she clung to his hand tightly with her right hand--her wand hand. If she didn't keep a hold of Marcus' hand, she would make someone puke slugs. "No," she snapped before letting her breath out in a huff and focusing on Marcus' face. "No," she said again, gentler now. She felt her expression soften as she looked up at him. "We will do this on our terms while playing their game. We will have them over to my flat for brunch on Sunday, and if they want to pitch a fit about that, it is them being inflexible and not us."
Ginny held out her hands, palm up, the emerald catching the light. "I don't care if they like me as long as you love me. You are expected to do things, but I will make their lives hell if they use Lucas and Pippa against you because of me." She smiled a bit evilly. "I have two brothers who are masters of the prank world, after all, and they get some of their ideas from me."
~~
Marcus took her right hand and spun the emerald around and kissed it, then kissed her, “You see Miss Weasley, I do think that you might like me just a bit. To be so protective of me and mine.’’ He pressed a finger to her lips, “And now I want to warn you of a few things since I have a moment and they are way over there. My parents do have expectations of me - and I will fall on that family expectation sword happily to save my siblings from it. Lucas and Pips have their own things - and I can’t do this forever. No matter what I would wish.”
He took a deep breath, “And I do love you Ginevra Weasley. Very much so.” he rested his hands on her arse and lifted her up so they were more on the same level, “And tonight I plan on showing you just how much until you are screaming my name until you are hoarse.” His grin was warm and his eyes danced at hers, “Because all I want tonight is to celebrate with you and my team and my friends. I want to snog and dance with you and then take you to my new home and have my very wicked and naughty way with you…”
Looking around for a moment he leaned over and whispered, “By the way, were you aware my team and I made it into the Finals of the World Cup?”
~~
"Yeah," she said sourly. "I know, but if your mother thinks that she can force me out, because she doesn't think I can handle the responsibilities of the wife of the head of the Flint empire.." Ginny trailed off and forced herself to breathe. Just thinking that someone had the gall to think she wasn't good enough for Marcus was enough to make her stomach boil with anger. He was hers, damn it, as much as she was his. "Whenever you have to fall on that sword," she said, calmer, "I will be there to make sure your nights are better than your days and that you continue to laugh more than you frown."
She made a face at the use of her full first name, but moved easily when he lifted her. Ginny rest her right hand on the back of his neck, and shivered at his words. "If that's what you want, then we will make it happen. Because tonight is about celebration and not having to work at playing polite society." Ginny kissed him deeply, knowing that his parents could still see them, yet unselfconsciously claiming him. "I know," she whispered back with a grin.
Taking his hand, she smiled up at him. "I will do all the talking. You just follow my lead, and we will deal with the fallout on Sunday." She smiled up at him, eyes dancing with a mischievousness that she shared with the twins. Dragging Marcus back through the crowd to his parents, she stopped in front of him. "Thank you so much for deigning to come to one of Marcus' matches, even though it was a strategic business move. We'll see you tomorrow morning at my flat for brunch. I'll send an owl in the morning with the address. Have a lovely evening. We really must be off now." Without letting them answer, she turned, placed her hand in the crook of Marcus' elbow, and marched them through the crowd toward Ireland's locker room.
~~
Marcus waited till they had been swallowed by the crowd and pulled Ginny against him, “Darling wench of my heart, firstly - you are gorgeous when you are in a protective and fiery rage. I wholly approve. Secondly, well played with the ring on your right hand.” he nuzzled her throat and whispered, “And thirdly - we do have some time before the pub right? Because I feel the need to thank you for your support and properly show you just how much I do love you like this.”
He chuckled and turned her to face him, “And for the record….I am very aware that I am the one that is out of your league Gingersnap.” His eyes twinkled at her and he scooped her up in his arms - to the great amusement and encouragement of the crowd around them and started to carry her towards the locker room.
“I think they might guess my less than pure intentions Miss Weasley.” He whispered teasingly in her ear.
~~
When Marcus stopped her, Ginny pressed as close to him as she could manage without actually grinding against him. This was not the place for that. She smiled, feeling a little cocky at his words and praise. "I almost moved it to my left, just to really mess with them," she laughed, reaching up with the hand in question to press her fingers into his neck, holding him against hers briefly. "We have time. We'll make time."
She wrapped her arms and legs around Marcus, to the cheers of the crowd, and threw her head back laughing. "Sorry. It doesn't work like that if you're my choice." She kissed him, which caused more whooping and hollering. "Let them guess. They'll never be able to imagine how incredibly happy you make me."
She looked at her denim clad legs and put her mouth next to Marcus' ear. "Shame I didn't wear a skirt.."
~~
Marcus got them through the crowd and into a private training room, where the door was kicked shut and locked. He pinned Ginny to the wall and devoured her mouth like a starving man at his first meal, ‘It is a shame about the skirt……” He Set her down to begin the process of getting skin on skin contact. He craved it right now. He needed to feel her against him. To hear her....he growled against her throat again...almost shuddering in his need of her.
Pulling the Flint jersey over her head, he started kissing her again, “Why didn’t you wear a skirt again?”
~~
It took no time for Marcus to get her panting for breath. The kiss and being pinned against the wall chased all thought of everything else out of her mind. It was just her and him, and that was all she needed in this moment. With her jersey off, she reached around and unclasped her bra, sliding it off her shoulders before tugging his jersey over his head. "Because the benches leave unsightly marks on my thighs, and I really don't like the thought of sticking to something that others have sat on."
It wasn't the sexy kind of dirty talk, but they could have a conversation, even laugh, during sex before their thoughts were replaced with pleasure. Ginny stepped out of her flats and quickly removed the offending article of clothing. She pushed Marcus back and raised her arms, standing only in a pair of black panties. "Better?"
~~
Marcus kicked free of the rest of his uniform, leaving him boxer briefs. He was a dirty, sweaty mess. He was banged up and bruised. But she looked stunning there and he needed her. Pinning her against the wall again, he went back to her mouth. Devouring it as his hands - now without his gloves, were still rough on her skin, his lips moved along her jawline to her throat.
“You know what black lingerie does to me…..now you are playing with fire here Gingersnap.” he lifted her up and pressed against her, teasing them both for a moment, leaning in he whispered his plans for her in detail - while his hands and lips teased her.
“And none of that includes what I am going to enjoy doing once we are home….and we have even more options…”
~~
With one hand gripping his shoulder for support, Ginny tangled the other in the hair at the nape of his neck and pulled his head back so she could look in his eyes. "You talk too much, Wolfy." She nipped his lower lip, grinding her hips against him as well as she could. She was between a wall and a hard place, after all. "Actions," she purred against his mouth, breathing in the scent of him--musky mixed with the smell of being windblown--"often speak louder than words."
~~
Marcus moved them to the padded table and laid her on it, his mouth making it’s way down her body. Hitting her knickers, he grinned up at her, his fingers teasing her through the material, “Now are you sure love?” Fingers still teasing her, “You look gorgeous like this…..in nothing but these and my ring…..”
Hooking his fingers in her knickers he slid them off slowly, ‘Salazar you are a goddess……”
~~
Flushing from nape to navel, she smiled at Marcus looking up at her. Her breath fluttered, and she reached for his shoulders in an attempt to pull him to her. "For the love of God, Marcus Flint. If you don't have your way with me now, I may explode." It was a total exaggeration, but she almost always wanted him, and when he looked at her like she was more beautiful than anything…
She knew he loved her, not because he desired her physically, not because he looked at her the way some Quidditch players looked at new broom. She knew he loved her because even his devious grins had a softness to them. His devouring looks were as protective as they were dangerous to her underwear collection.
"Marcus," she said quietly. "Love. My heart. Come to me."
~~
Marcus crawled up and kissed her, and whispered into her ear, “Have my way with you hmmm? Well, I think I will do just that.” He eased into her slowly, teasing them both. Placing nibbling kisses on her lips, jaw and throat, “Now I wonder….would you be blushing if I made you scream my name in here like I do in your bed?”
Cupping her breast in his hand, his thumbs stroking and teasing them, “I do love it when you blush….it makes your eyes sparkle and you moan so sweetly when I kiss you….”
His hips picked up the pace, enjoying every reaction he was able to get from her, “My gorgeous gingersnap…..”
~~
"Probably shouldn't," she gasped, trailing her hands down his sides, gripping his hips. "That's not something I want recorded." She arched up to kiss him. "It's for your ears only," she said between sighs. Ginny nibbled his shoulder. She could hear the rustle of people on the other side of the door, and she didn't want to give them a show, even if they had guessed what she and Marcus were up to.
Ginny put her mouth against his ear, holding him close to her even as they moved together. "Marcus. My Marcus. My love, my heart. Mine." She moaned lightly, just for him to hear.
~~
Burying his face in her throat, he growled and picked up the pace. He wasn’t sure how - but she knew just what to say, his lips found her ear, “My Ginny….Gingersnap….I love you…..” His voice was thick with his Irish accent….faint in normal cases - but in moments like this it was very evident.
“Later tonight - I promise…..I will take more time. I just….I need you love...I need you so much…” His breathing was heavy and somewhat erratic. He reached between them to tease her as he lost himself in her touch, her scent, her voice.
~~
"Yeah you will," she gasped. Ginny arched into Marcus' touch, holding tight as he climaxed. She didn't join him, not this time, but it didn't matter. She was breathing hard, and he needed her in that moment. That gave her immeasurable pleasure. She kissed his shoulder, his neck, his cheek--anything she could reach. "Do I have to share you? Really, really?"
~~
Marcus was breathing heavy against her throat and he pulled up and kissed her lips, “We did promise a few rounds at the pub Gingersnap. And if I don’t show up…. Well you can see how things could get out of hand.” He pulled back and pulled her up with him, whispering in her ear, “I am sorry love. I will make this round up to you later. I promise.”
“And I think I owe you a dance from the last one - I promised right before I threw you over my shoulder and carried you out of the pub to have my evil way with you.” He kissed her again, unable to stop, “Ginny Weasley - what have you done to me?”
~~
"Stop apologising," she ordered kindly, kissing him. "This was for you, not me." She started looking around for her discarded clothes. Most of it was easy to find, but there was one article missing. Always the same article. "Marcus, where are my knickers?" She hopped off the exam table and started grabbing what she saw: bra, shirt, jeans, shoes. "How did you lose them?"
"You do owe me a dance. Maybe two." She'd just put her bra back on when he kissed her again. Ginny laughed against his mouth. "Any answer I have to that question will cause all sorts of rumors. But whatever it was that I did to you, you've done it to me, too." She pulled on her jersey and looked around again for her knickers. Sighing heavily, she grabbed her wand from her bag and transfigured her jeans into a skirt. She refused to wear denim without a barrier. "You did that on purpose," she accused him as she pulled on the new skirt.
~~
Marcus put on a very innocent face as he pulled on his trousers - his own undergarments mysteriously were not missing - and shrugged, “Honestly Ginny, I have no idea. Why do socks go missing in the laundry? Why can we not shag without your knickers going AWOL? These are all things that keep me awake at night pondering them.”
“I will gladly pay you those dances, with interest.” He grinned at the skirt and enjoyed the view it provided, “And I will have you know that I did not. Not that I am going to complain about the new attire at all.” he pulled her into another kiss and headed for the door, glancing back at her, “All ready?” His mind was already working on how to pay this back to her - he didn’t like the feeling of having let her down.
At her nod of agreement, he opened the door and headed out into the locker room to change into his street clothes. Rolling his eyes at the whistles and catcalls, he went to change and came back in denims and a t-shirt, and his hair brushed and tucked behind his ears.
“Ready?”
~~
While Marcus was cleaning up and changing, Ginny found J at her own locker. She hugged and congratulated her Harpies teammate and chatted with her a bit while she waited for her boyfriend to be ready. She was laughing when Marcus returned, watching the door where Ireland's reserve beaters were being bouncers. "Yep! We should probably sneak out the back. The lads are keeping your father from storming in here, and I don't know how long they'll last in the face of his purple rage."