Who: Rabastan and Ginny What: Her birthday Where: Lestrange Manor When: August 11th Rating/Warnings: S for Sex
The last several weeks had been a whirlwind that left Rabastan Lestrange not quite knowing which way was up. In the past, such a feeling would have unnerved him, even angered him, but for once he took comfort in the chaos due to the fact it had led to one of happiest moments of his life. He hadn't exactly planned his proposal to Ginny, but he wouldn't take such a thing back in a million years, the moment seared into his mind in all its utter perfection. Even the media, and the strange and concerning decisions made by his best friend recently, couldn't bring him down. No, for once, Rabastan was focusing on himself and his happiness, which was apparently something Ginvera was adamant he needed.
Her ring had been given to her by Rabastan himself the next day, a family heirloom that had been locked away in his desk drawer for years. Not because he didn't like it, no, much the contrary. It had belonged to his great grandmother, a woman he had very much respected and admired. His memories now of her were vague, but she had always been a strong, capable woman - many qualities which Ginny embodied herself. The pairing seemed fitting.
For the next several days, Rabastan lived in a cloud of blissful perfection, going about his day waiting impatiently for the moment he would get to see his fiance's face again. His mind was truly alight with ideas for her upcoming birthday, and all of them came to fruition perfectly the day of. He had taken the day off, however, had still left early in the morning, promising her to return as quickly as possible. It was her birthday, after all. He had plans. Waggling his eyebrows teasingly, he gave her one more kiss before disappearing for two hours, returning to the manner as a lunch was laid out on the back patio by his many maids and other workers.
Instead of returning into the house to get her though, he sent her a simple request via the journal network that read quite simply, 'Join me for lunch outside, birthday girl?' Waiting patiently for a moment, Rabastan looked down at Waffles with a small smile and wink, hoping that he was about to make Ginny Weasley's entire day. Two gifts sat at the table, while the third and final gift panted happily next to his chair. Waffles had even picked it out himself…
~~~
Waking up in Rabastan's arms continued to be the best part of Ginny's day, followed closely by falling asleep tangled with him. Friday morning was no different. Ginny had whined a little when her fiance pulled himself from the bed and pouted as he changed. She wanted nothing more than to spend her morning wrapped up in his arms, kissing and laughing together, away from the rest of the world. The private moments they shared were so special to her and Ginny wished her brothers could see how good they were together. Maybe then they'd understand.
Once Rabastan left for the day, Ginny smiled as presents started coming in. There were stacks of engagement presents and now birthday presents added to the pile. It was unreal to her still that so many people could be so kind, especially given the circumstances surrounding their engagement.
Ginny spent her morning checking her journal, talking to her friends, and then indulged with a long, luxurious bath. With a bit of time left before Rabastan came home, Ginny asked the staff to help her move the last of her things from her old bedroom and into the room she'd been sleeping in for weeks now. She was hanging up the last of her dresses in their closet when her journal chimed and Ginny flipped it open, grinning from ear to ear when she saw Rabastan's message.
All but running down the stairs and outside, Ginny grinned as she saw Rabastan. "You're home," she exclaimed and then stopped, suddenly, her eyes going wide. There was.. Oh, GOODNESS!
"IS THAT FOR ME," she squealed and rushed over to the new dog, her face filled with pure and utter happiness. Waffles was the best dog in the world and she loved him to bits and pieces, but to have her own dog?! Ginny was ecstatic. Merlin, what wouldn't Rabastan do for her? The new dog wagged its tail happily and licked Ginny's beaming face. Her heart couldn't be any fuller than it was at that moment. "Oh, baby, it's perfect! Just perfect!"
~~~
Watching her come out the patio doors absolutely took his breath away, and a smile took up residence on his features as her face lit up with joy at the sight of one of her many gifts. The dog next to him perked up, sitting back on his haunches and barking once, whining until she was down on his level. "I'm glad you like him. I've been scouring the shelters with Waffles the last week trying to find a companion he knew to be absolutely perfect. Sat down right in front of his cage and wouldn't budge until I asked for adoption paperwork." Sitting back he mused at the memory a moment, leaning back in his chair a bit and stroking the soft coat of the other dog who was calmly at his other side.
"I don't particularly believe in fate in most cases, but recent history has led to me questioning that." Plucking a glass of lemonade of the table, he took a long drink before chuckling softly, nodding his head in her direction. "His name happens to be Butter, just so you're aware." Merlin, the hilarity of that… he just couldn't get over it. The moment he saw the tag he swore Waffles figured out how to read. He considered the animal next to him one more time before his eyes found Ginny again, taking her by the chin and leaning forward to gently kiss her. "There's more though," he whispered, motioning for her to take a seat, the new dog following her the couple of feet across the table and settling down by her side. It's as if he knew….
"This one next, I think…" he said, plucking a large square box from the table, wrapped in bright red paper, and slid it in her direction. "I think you'll enjoy this one just as much…" Merlin, it had been a pain in the ass to get, anyway. Even as Minister of Magic...
~~~
Her hand moved up to rest against his cheek, returning the soft kiss just as gently. Her heart swelled more and more each day. Rabastan loved her so much, so much more than she thought was possible. She stood up and kissed the tip of his nose before pulling back from him, her happiness evident on her face.
Sitting down across from Rabastan and crossing her legs, Ginny looked down at Butter and smiled happily as he placed his head in her lap. The two of them suddenly had their own dogs, though Ginny suspected they were both going to end up in the bed every night. She and Rabastan were going to have to charm the bed to be a bit bigger, especially if he came home with any other animals. Her fingers scratched Butter behind his ear lightly as she watched Rabastan push the next gift towards her.
Tilting her head curiously, she considered his expression for a moment. Rabastan almost looked nervous. She couldn't think of a single thing that was bigger than the promise of forever he'd already given her. So, with quick fingers, Ginny tore into the red paper and opened the box. As she lifted the lid, a breath caught in Ginny's throat. It had been a year since she saw the slender piece of wood sitting in the tissue paper. Ginny was almost scared to touch her and looked up to Rabastan for a moment, as though to ask permission.
"Rab," she said, her voice breathless. "Are you sure?" Giving her back her magic was such a sign of trust, of faith in her and their love. Her hand slowly moved and Ginny carefully wrapped her fingers around the wand, the weight of it so familiar in her hand. She lifted it from the box and simply held it for a long moment, marveling at the feel of it. Her mind raced, wondering which spell to cast first, terrified that she'd forgotten how to cast anything at all. It had been over a year, what if she lost her ability? Looking at Rabastan again, Ginny gave him a small, sheepish smile. "I'm not sure what to do…"
~~~
Rabastan watched silently, letting Ginny process everything that was happening in her own time. He knew what he was giving her was a lot, that the changes that had happened between the two of them over the last several weeks would leave any normal person spinning. But Rabastan Lestrange and Ginerva Weasley were not like most normal people. They had experienced more that most people had in an entire lifetime, Ginny more so than even him. They both knew the agony and violation of the Dark Lord within their minds, they understood the capacity for change in people they once thought stagnant in their ways. He knew full well that it still astounded Ginny what Rabastan was capable of. His capacity to care, his capacity to change his own person for both his own benefit, and the benefit of another. And he was just as surprised with her, still, after all this time. Ginny Weasley had gone from an overly aggressive, stubborn, mistrusting individual, to a strong, level headed, and diplomatic woman. He didn't even take credit for any of it, knowing full well that Ginny had grown into who she was all on her own. Though he supposed his continuing to foil her murder plans might have helped in just the slightest. The old memories of such things bringing a small twinkle to his eye as he focused on the now, instead of the past.
Nodding, he didn't once move in her direction, didn't once invade her space, giving her as much time as she needed to… do whatever she needed. Rabastan also knew what it was like to be away from one's wand for so long, to be cut off from the magic that was as natural as breathing.. He had gone more than half a decade without his own… He knew the weight of the moment better than anyone else could.
"Of course I'm sure," he said simply, holding off on the final present for a moment, a large envelope that didn't look nearly as intriguing as the box he had just given her. "And you can do whatever you want, Ginny Weasley, that's the beauty of it. You're not longer a disciple, you're no longer a ward of the Ministry… you're… free." He knew he shouldn't posit it like that, if only because it implied that the people in the Rehabilitation program were prisoners. But he supposed… in a way they were, and he refused to let her be like that anymore. He needed her to know that her decisions were her own, and that any move she made from here, any decision, were hers, and hers alone.
"I love you. I trust you. And even though I am well aware you have a loyalty to your family, which I would never ask you to break, I hope that this doesn't change you wanting to stay with me, by my side." Though Rabastan didn't think she was going to leave him, there was always that seed of doubt planted in his brain. He simply couldn't help it. Honestly, he wouldn't blame her if she hexed him and ran off to be with her family once more..
~~~
Turning the wand over in her hand, Ginny felt a deep, dark urge to rush into the house and hex Helena from one end of their house to the other. It would be satisfying. She could see the bitch flying into a wall, cracking her head open, but… no. Ginny wouldn't let her first spell in over a year be one born from anger. Not when she had a man sitting across from her who had given her so much love. Ginny wanted to find some way to show him how much she appreciated what he had done for her, the amazing gift he gave her.
Holding out her left hand, Ginny admired her sparkling ring for a moment before she pointed wand at it and quietly whispered a sticking charm. Her brown eyes lit up as she felt her magic bind the ring to her finger, making it all but impossible to take off. What better way to show Rabastan that she never wanted to leave him? That this life, the perfect and amazing life they were starting together, was her choice. She felt the swell of magic inside of her, so overwhelming that she had to put her wand down. It was too much and Ginny needed time before she started using it every day again.
"I love you," she said quietly. "I love my family, but... " But, they weren't Rabastan. They weren't a choice she made, they weren't part of her soul. Her brothers and father would be part of her heart always, but Rabastan was the air she breathed every moment of the day. He was the spark that ignited the fire within her. Rabastan Lestrange was the man who made Ginny Weasley feel like a woman, the man who made her feel complete. He understood her in a way no one else ever could. He knew the broken, damaged parts of her and he didn't ignore them, didn't pretend they simply went away as she distanced herself from her horrors.
"But they aren't you," she finally said. "You're the love of my life. I can't be me without you. I'm never leaving, Rab. My life is here, with you. It doesn't matter if I'm your Disciple, your fiancee, your wife… the mother of your children. The one constant will be that I am never leaving this house, I am never leaving you."
A love like this didn't come often. Ginny knew that. Rabastan was going to change her life, more than he already had. He was going to teach her about the world, allow her to grow as a person, change her view of the world around her. He was going to allow her to become a wife and a mother one day, to start a family born from pure love and adoration. "Please don't ever think I won't come back again, okay? Or that I will leave. I'm promising I won't."
~~~
Though a part of him, the deep, dark part of him that still believed that he was not worthy of redemption, that everyone would eventually betray him and leave for their own gains, reared its ugly head for a moment, Ginny's sincerity in her words, her show of good faith by binding her ring to her finger, managed to fight back those demons. When she said she loved him, he believed her with his entire being, and when she said she wouldn't leave him… well, he couldn't help but believe her. She had come back after he had given her the potions, had she not? Rabastan had expected to never see her again after that day, for her to run off to her family and heal them and be accepted back into their loving arms. At the very image he had created in his mind, he wouldn't have blamed her. But to come home to her that day, to have her remain by his side and defend him tooth and nail like he knew she was doing behind the scenes, he couldn't help but be filled with such a feeling of gratefulness it nearly crushed him.
He didn't deserve this. Rabastan had reminded himself of such a thing so many times recently. He was a monster, a murderer. There were still demons alive and well swirling beneath the skin, intermingled with his very soul. Rab wasn't entirely sure he was capable of ridding himself of them completely, but it seemed that the woman in front of him understood and accepted that as well. She had seen the way Helena cowered in absolute fear for her life after she had nearly killed Ginny. It was no secret that he had done horrible things to her, put her in her place, and altered her very life in the span of an instant. There were just some things Rabastan could not forgive. There were some things he could not let go. A part of him would always crave revenge against those who wronged him, and those he loved, but at the very least, he now had a reason to pull himself back from the edge. A reason not to lose himself in darkness when he was surrounded by such blinding light…
And though he didn't want to ruin the seriousness of the moment. The affection and love currently being shared between the two of them, Rabastan couldn't help but give her one of his annoying smirks as he reached over to grab the final envelope, sliding out some papers for him to look over and hiding them from her view for a moment longer.
"I don't know, Gin," he began, the teasing clear in his voice, "You're going to have to leave at some point. Otherwise, how are you going to make all these try outs? I'd be awfully disappointed to see you go wasting such chances…" It really was her final gift. He wasn't sure he could pack anything more into an entire day. Even as the Minister of Magic, he had his limits.
"Happy birthday, Ginny," he whispered to her once more, kissing her forehead softly. "I hope I did good with the gifts. I'm honestly not sure I'll ever be able to top them so… better enjoy them now." Once again, there was a light, happy humor in his voice. It was a side of Rabastan Lestrange very few people ever got to see.
~~~
The dog had been enough. The wand had been a shock. Graduating from the program sent Ginny reeling. Rabastan had already given her the best birthday of her life and the day was still so young. She couldn't imagine anything topping all he'd already given her. Her birthdays up until this one has always been happy, but modest. One year her mother had sewed Ginny a skirt made from an old pair of Bill's jeans. Ginny had loved the gift, of course, but it was impossible not to compare the modest birthdays of her past with the extravagant display from her future husband. Ginny's life was so far from where she thought it may be. It sent her head spinning each time she looked around the lavish garden, the massive house, and the shockingly handsome man who shared it all with her. How had she ever gotten so lucky?
As he handed her the papers, Ginny's mouth fell open, her chin practically hitting her chest. With a shaking hand, she reached out to take the papers, her eyes quickly scanning the papers. There it was. Tryouts with Puddlemere, The Arrow, and… "The Harpies?!? Really?!?" Ginny stared even longer, certain that she had slipped into a dream and would awake any moment. Because of all this was too much. She didn't deserve any of this. "Rabastan," she said and looked up at him, truly touched. What lengths would he go to to make her happy? Ginny suspected he'd go to the end of the earth and back if she asked. She'd never understand what she did to earn this man's incredible love, but she would spend the rest of her life trying to show him how much she appreciated every second of it. And she would start showing him right that minute.
Putting the papers down on the table, Ginny stood from her chair and took a few steps towards her fiancée. "I can think of one thing better than all of this," she told him, her voice low. Settling onto his lap, Ginny's long legs draped over the side of his and her arms came up to wrap around his neck. Ginny smiled up at Rabastan, the early afternoon sun catching on her thick braided hair. Her eyes were sparkling with happiness, but edged with a newfound desire. It was time, she told herself. They'd held back for so long, not that she'd ever been left unsatisfied. In that moment, Ginny's suspicions that he had been waiting for her to be truly free before they crossed the final line were confirmed. Merlin, he was perfect.
Leaning in, Ginny pressed her lips against his softly. Her fingers played with the salted black hair at the nape of his neck. "I love you," she said gently. "Let me show you how much."
~~~
It wasn't as though Rabastan was trying to outshine any of Ginny's past birthdays. Truly, there was something quite magical about a personal touch, and he figured in the past she had experienced much of that among her close knit and loving family. Unfortunately, Rabastan didn't have that experience to model his own actions off of, always being lavished with expensive gifts without any sort of emotional strings attached. But he did what he could, and it was nice to know that she seemed to appreciate what he was capable of. And sure, he could have stopped after one or two gifts, but what was the point? When he could give her all that he could? Rabastan wasn't the type to exactly hold himself back, at least not in that sense.
He gave her a few more moments to take everything in, but what he didn't expect was his fiance to take up residence in his lap. Not that he minded, of course, wrapping his arms around her small waist, pulling her close to his body. At this point, the maids and other workers had left them to their own devices, and most were leaving, if only because he told them their services were only required up until lunch time, so it was nice to have this intimate moment between the two of them.
Ginny's words though, now those surprised him. Truly, he wasn't expecting her to give him anything in return. This was her birthday, after all. And perhaps she didn't see it as giving him anything, but Merlin, she was. Rabastan had honestly commended his self control as of late, but the moment her words registered in his mind, he couldn't help the way his chest tightened, and his heart began to speed up and her implication…
"I love you too," he whispered in return, his fingers tightening their hold on her waist. "But are you sure? All of this…" he motioned absently at the table and area around them, "Wasn't because I wanted or expected anything from you. I just don't want you to feel obligated in any way." Yes, Rabastan Lestrange was being a bit naive, but he also wanted to be careful. She was… special. The most important thing, and he wanted to be sure, above all else, that this is what she wanted, and not what she thought was expected.
~~~ She could almost feel his pulse quicken as Rabastan's hands tightened on her waist. Her own heart began to pound with the anticipation and the importance of what she was offering him. Ginny knew that their pasts didn't matter now. Who they'd been before they found each other was nothing more than steps on their journey to this moment. She and Rabastan had vowed forever, promised it to each other, but there was something special about coming together physically. Some couplings were nothing but pleasure, but this… this was a meeting of two souls.
Running her fingers through his hair, Ginny smiled gently and pressed a kiss to his forehead."I'm sure," she promised him. "I'm sure that I want to stay here, marry you, have your children. I'm sure that I want to be by your side, supporting you and defending you with my last breath. I'm sure that I am doing this because I want to, not because I feel as though I have to." And, yet, part of her did feel an obligation to Rabastan. Ginny couldn't explain it. Rabastan had never made her feel forced to stay with him, not in this sense, but the way she loved Rabastan, the way he held her heart, it made Ginny want to serve him, to stay with him, to give herself to him in every way imaginable.
Her lips found his again and Ginny kissed Rabastan slowly, her tongue seeking entrance. She had been wanting him for far too long. Ginny may have not crossed a line with Rabastan until she was single, but she'd be lying if she said she hadn't thought of it. And since the first time they kissed, Ginny desires for Rabastan were growing hotter. She felt as though she might burst into flames right there on the patio.
Each time they came together, Ginny held back and she could feel Rabastan holding back as well. But now… no more. She was his in every sense of the word and there was no longer a reason for either of them to be restrained. Her mouth move to his ear and Ginny kissed it softly before whispering, "If you do not take what's yours right now you will have ruined my birthday."
~~~
Her words sunk into every cell of his body, causing him to feel something he had never quite understood before, and even now struggled to recognize. His entire life, Rabastan had always been a broken child, a broken teenager, a broken man. Some part of him had always been missing, or wrong, or taken from him, and he never knew what it was like to feel otherwise. But as the gravity of her statement, her confession of her lifelong intent, Rabastan Lestrange finally felt complete. It was utterly terrifying for a moment, if only because he was lost beneath a flood of foreign emotion he had never felt all at once. Was this what it was like to find your other half? The missing piece of one's soul?
Rabastan kissed her back with just as much slow burning passion, his own feelings burning through his veins, his heart, up to his very skin. His tongue tasted her mouth, memorizing her flavor as though he might never taste her again after this moment. When she pulled away, he couldn't help the way his heart throbbed in his ears, but her words were as clear as daylight, ringing through his brain. What they had both denied themselves, for a good reason, of course, was no longer something they had to avoid. They could truly be one now, and Ginny seemed to want it just as much as him.
Without hesitation, Rabastan stood up from his chair, Ginny still firmly held in his arms as though she weighed nothing at all. His lips found hers again as he expertly maneuvered his way through the downstairs, and up the staircase to his bedroom before closing the door with his foot. But instead of taking her to the bed, he pressed her up against his door, his mouth back on her neck, sucking and biting her neck as his grip on her waist became a bit tighter, his mouth that moved back to her own more demanding. He pressed himself into her, just so she could feel what she managed to do to him, just how much he wanted her. And while he did very much enjoy her outfit, that didn't stop him from leaning back enough to literally tear it off her body, the white material floating to the floor.
"I'll buy you another outfit later," he told her with a cheeky smile, his voice rough with need as he finally pulled her away from the door and moved towards the bed, setting her down as he leaned down to lave attention upon her breasts.
They were going to do this, definitely. There was no stopping it now. But that didn't mean he couldn't take his time admiring every inch of her body beforehand.
~~~
The shift from romantic pledges to the sudden, intense touch between them was jarring. Ginny felt as though they'd been holding their breath for a year and now their lungs were burning for a need to breathe. She held tight to him as he carried her inside, her mouth kissing and nibbling on his neck as Rabastan climbed the stairs to his--- to their room. She gasped as he pressed her against the door, suddenly pinned between the heavy wooden door and the strong, solid man holding her. The kiss they shared would never be forgotten. Ginny groaned against his mouth, her moan only becoming louder as his mouth moved to her neck, driving her utterly crazy. Ginny closed her eyes and leaned her head back against the door, utterly content to let Rabastan tease her and taste her all he wanted.
When he ripped her outfit so easily, Ginny gasped in surprise. "Rab," she exclaimed and grinned at him, lamenting the loss of a perfectly cute outfit, but not worrying about it for very long. There were more important things to think on, like the deep look of desire in her fiancee's eyes. She hoped he'd look at her like with the same passion for the rest of their lives. Her legs wrapped around him as he took a few short steps to their bed before he lowered her to the soft blanket. Ginny untangled his arms from Rabastan and laid back, her gaze locked on him, biting on her bottom lip as Rabastan moved down to kiss and tease her breasts.
Being desired and lusted after like this made Ginny own her body. She arched under him, her breasts lifting a bit. Her legs spread slightly. She was already wet with desire for Rabastan and it took every ounce of patience not to take his hand and place it between her legs. Instead, she busied herself with unbuttoning his shirt, ripping off a button or two off in her haste. She tugged at the fine cloth, pulling it off of him and tossing it to the floor. Her fingers sought the hem of his undershirt, not waiting for a moment before she pulled it up over his head. He was, without question, the sexiest man she'd ever known. Ginny moaned in appreciation she took in his bare chest. She wanted to kiss every inked drawing on his skin, trace the blue lines with her tongue.
"Fuck," she groaned softly as his mouth moved over her breast. She'd been waiting too long to worry about being demure or tender. Her body arched under his again, rubbing against him and desperate to feel his weight on top of her.
~~~
As Ginny assisted him eagerly in shedding his own layers of clothing, Rabastan couldn't help but grin, recognizing the hungry look in her eyes as it mirrored his own. Any torn clothing, any missing buttons, were the absolute least of his worries as he took her all in, her pale, perfect skin and the contrast of her long, red hair. She as an absolute vision, his vision, and he still couldn't quite believe such a perfect creature existed in reality. But there she was, arching against him, moaning for him. No dream could ever be so exquisite.
And while it might have been appropriate to take their first time slow, to make it last, Rabastan didn't give a shit about what was proper, or perhaps best. No, he wanted her, and the animal side of him that still existed beneath the surface insisted he take her, to claim her as his own and mark her as his partner. A half growl rumbled through his chest at the thought, his own pants uncomfortably tight, and he wasted little time in undoing his belt and freeing himself from the tight confines of the material, kicking them somewhere behind him as he shared in her primal nakedness.
Climbing onto the bed, Rabastan slid her back towards the center, his lips trailing from her breasts, to down her abdomen, to between her legs, kissing her softly on her nether lips before diving in, tasting the familiar flavor one more time. Merlin, she was so wet, so sweet, and he wanted to bask in her forever. But instead, he only teased long enough to feel her body tighten and shiver, but not fall over the edge. No… he wanted to feel that himself.
Working his way back up her body slowly, his facial hair tickling against her skin, Rabastan finally met Ginny's lips once more, taking his free hand and guiding her legs open wider, lining himself up with her hot, wet entrance. He so desperately wanted to sink inside of her, to feel her tight walls contract around him, to fuck her into the mattress until they could both barely stand it. But even in his primal need, he put her above all else, knowing it had been an impossibly long time since she had been with anyone, and the only thing on the forefront his mind was her comfort, her enjoyment.
One of his hands found the soft strands of her hair, his fingers tightening as he began to push himself inside of her body, a shiver shooting up his spine at her hot cunt. "Fuck… Ginny," he breathed as his mouth found hers. He continued to sink inside of her, savoring every moment. Every centimeter of her tight body, biting back a groan as she spasmed around him, as her body adjusted to the intrusion. Nothing had ever felt so incredible.
"Tell me how you want it…" he half asked, half ordered, his voice rough with desire.
~~~
The flurry of movement and the quick shedding of clothing had taken less time than a deep breath. Ginny's mind was overwhelmed with the waves of pleasure and desire she felt. Rabastan had come to her in her dreams before, but never like this. Never with such primal passion. She gasped as he moved between her legs. Ginny reached down, her delicate hand resting on his head, tugging his hair roughly as he tongue teased her. She cried out for him, hating that he wasn't already inside of her. Every second longer she had to wait to finally be with him was agony. Ginny had never needed anything more than she needed her fiancee to bury himself inside of her.
He nearly made her come, she was already so wet and ready for him. But Rabastan pulled his hand away, causing Ginny to moan and whimper in frustration. She wanted to scream him name, to beg him to take her. A part of Ginny, locked away for years, was quickly coming out, her trust in Rabastan allowing Ginny to truly be herself. She didn't feel ashamed at how desperately she wanted Rabastan to claim her as his own. She didn't want to pretend that she wasn't submitting to him, giving every ounce of herself to him.
As Rabastan finally pushed into her, Ginny gasped. It had been so long, years even, since she'd been with a man. The thickness of him was a shock at first and Ginny felt herself tighten around him, her body tensing. "Rabastan," she moaned. As each inch pressed into her, Ginny cried out louder until their bodies came together. She felt his hips against hers and Ginny groaned loudly, losing herself in the intense pleasure of the moment. She couldn't move, couldn't think. All Ginny wanted was to remember this moment and the feeling of being perfectly and completely filled.
His words brought Ginny back. Rabastan's voice was rough, the gentleness of her lover replaced with something richer, something more demanding and sexy. Ginny shivered, a desire to please him and do anything he asked was born in Ginny and she doubted it would be quenched. "Hard," she said quietly, but without any shame in her tone. "Please, Rab…" And then, words that Ginny couldn't have imagined herself saying even weeks ago fell from her lips.
"I want you to fuck me," she whispered before finding his mouth, pressing her lips against him in a searing and passionate kiss. One leg hooked around Rabastan and Ginny pressed up against him, desperate to feel every inch of his inside of her and against her.
~~~
If he had less restraint, less willpower, Rabastan might have actually come at her request. Because while he would have given her anything she wanted, nothing pleased him more than the idea of fucking her senseless. Causing her to come again and again, screaming out for him as he pounded into her. A mischievous smile spread across his features then, his eyes twinkling as he placed a gentle kiss to the side of her neck, his lips sucking at her skin as he drew his hips back, only the head of his cock remaining inside of her body. He could feel himself throbbing for her, and without warning, he slammed his cock back inside of her body, his hips slapping against hers. Again and again he repeated his movements, one hand going to her hip to squeeze impossibly tight, aiding in bringing her body to him, nearly lifting her arse off the bed as he ground into her without abandon.
He bit into her skin, enough to cause the slightest bit of pain, but not enough to ruin the moment. He liked the look of the angry red against her soft white skin, a possessive feeling washing over him at the sight of it. She was his, to mark when he wanted, and vice versa. He was just as much hers as well…
Groaning, Rabastan flipped them so Ginny was on top of him, straddling his body as he lifted her up by her hips, keeping her there as his own hips thrust up into her without abandon, the room filled with the loud sounds of skin slapping against skin, the grunts and moans of their coupling. Looking up at her, his lustful, hungry eyes took in the way her breasts bounced to the rhythm of him fucking her, the way her face looked as he fucked her, everything about this moment, their first time, seared into his memory. Merlin, he wanted to fill her, needed too.
Finally, he let go of one of her hips, giving her some of her own agency to move as one of his hands slipped between her legs for the sole purpose of rubbing her clit, desperate to feel her come on his cock.
~~~
Ginny had always thought that a person had to learn how to have sex, had to learn how to move their body, how to touch another person. But Ginny realized, almost instantly, that when you were with the right person, it was natural. She knew just how to turn her neck, giving Rabastan access to the pale column of her throat. She knew how to drag her nails down his back, sighing as left long, red scratches on his skin. Ginny knew how to clench herself around Rabastan's cock, moaning as she felt him slam in and out of her. She cried out, praise and profanity falling from her lips as he began to truly and properly fuck her. It was exactly what Ginny wanted, each thrust deep into her felt better than the last.
As he rolled them over, Ginny fought him for control, her full lips pulled into a smirk. As he thrust up into her, Ginny rested her hands on his chest and grinded against him, moaning as she rose and fell on his cock. Their movements quickly fell in sync, and each time their bodies came together, the sound of it pulled another loud groan from her.
His fingers sought out her clit and Ginny nearly fell down onto his chest. Fuck, that felt amazing. Ginny closed her eyes for a moment, overwhelmed with just how incredible that felt. She didn't know what she was saying any longer. Ginny could only whimper and moan. Her hands moved to her breasts, squeezing them tightly as she rode his cock. If every time they came together felt even half this good, Ginny might never let her fiancee leave the bed again.
Kissing him again, Ginny nibbled on his lip before moving her mouth to take his earlobe between her teeth, tugging on it lightly. "I'm yours," she whispered before moaning, feeling the pressure building, spreading through her stomach and quickly over the rest of her body. "Rab…" she moaned one last time, the intensity of her oncoming orgasm almost scaring her. Ginny felt her body seized up, his fingers stroking her clit, his cock driving in and out of her relentlessly. It was all too much and Ginny fell flying over the edge, screaming out as she came.
~~~
Rabastan could feel it building up in her, her walls beginning to squeeze around him, her body tensing slightly underneath his fingertips. He felt the way the muscles in her lower back seized slightly, the look on her face as she was at the very edge of the abyss. With a few more strokes of his thumb, she was falling, and he held onto her, still attempting to thrust into her impossibly tight, spasming body as she came. Fuck, if he weren't a more experienced lover, he would have lost it right then. He nearly did as his fingers dug into her hips and arse, clenching his teeth and curling his toes as he stopped himself from spilling deep inside of her. Because no, he wasn't done. Not yet, anyway.
He slowed down while she began to float back to earth, holding her to his chest, peppering her neck and jawline with kisses. He also couldn't help but smile to himself in the slightest bit, if only because he was a little bit proud of himself. Causing her pleasure only made it all the better for him, after all.
Sitting up for a moment, he pushed her into a sitting position with him, still buried deep inside of her as he kissed her passionately, their tongues wrestling for dominance as one hand came up to cup her breast, squeezing and pinching her nipple between his fingers before eventually moving his mouth down, capturing it between his teeth, the tip of his tongue running back and forth across her pert, sensitive flesh in a slightly teasing gesture.
After a few more moments, his lips finally found her neck again, whispering against her skin with a smirk on his face, "Get on your hands and knees…" Moving to pull out of her, he waited until she obliged his orders, turning her by her chin so he could kiss her once more and thrust into her body from behind. His hands found their perch on her hips once more, thrusting in and out of her, finding a hard, deep rhythm as he groaned. But she still wasn't close enough, and he leaned down, wrapping his arms around her small form, one hand going between her legs once more, desperate to wrench more pleasure from her shivering body, as the other hand went to caress her breasts. His lips found her ear, breathing, groaning, just so she could hear how much he wanted her, how good she felt.
"I want to feel you come for me again, my love," he told her, his pace quickening between her legs, knowing his skilled hands would help her along without too much effort… Merlin, her body was literal perfection, and he found himself losing all sense while he was inside of her.
~~~
As Ginny came down from her high, she couldn't help but marvel at the amount of love she had for the man inside of her. Nothing about their coupling could be called romantic. No, it was an urgent and almost desperate need to come together after months and months of dreaming about it. Ginny didn't doubt for a moment that Rabastan had craved her in the months leading up to this moment. His movements were that of a man thirsty for a sip of water after years in a desert. It was frenzied and rough. And still, Ginny was astounded at how loved she felt. Rabastan was hellbent on making her feel good when he could have easily used her body for his own pleasure. Each kiss was edged with emotion. He held her close, even while fucking her senseless. This man loved her, more than she thought possible.
Smiling as he sat them both up, Ginny took a moment to pull back and look at him. His dark hair, sprinkled with streaks of grey. The subtle on his cheeks that rubbed against her soft skin. The dark, dangerous look in his eyes that hinted at the monster he could be, what might happen if he stepped too far over the edge. She loved it all. Ginny kissed him again, one hand on the back of his neck and the other resting her the skull tattoo on his chest. He was her monster. He was what went bump in the night. And this side of him, the dark and dangerous side… well Ginny loved it. She loved how it made her feel. She loved how it drove him to claim her and possess her.
His demand only made Ginny moan. She didn't consider objecting. Her body moved on its own accord, submitting to Rabastan easily. Ginny positioned herself on the bed, her slender hands gripping the expensive linen. His mouth found hers once more before Rabastan pushed into her. Already so sensitive from her orgasm, Ginny screamed out and fell forward into the bed. Rabastan thrust wildly into her. Each time his hips slapped against her, Ginny thought she would come for him. But something was missing, something wasn't quite right.
Then she felt the warmth of his chest against her back. She felt his arms wrap around her, his fingers teasing her swollen clit and her stiff nipples. Ginny shivered, lost to the intense pleasure he was pulling from each of her nerves. If anyone could hear the words Ginny was moaning just then they would have been red for days. Ginny mumbled and moaned, begging for it harder, faster, deeper. She begged Rabastan to fuck her and use her, to take her. It wasn't long at all before she knew she would come again, over his cock just as he wanted her to.
"I'm going to come," she cried out. "Oh, Rab, love-- I-- oh FUCK ME!" Ginny screamed, loud enough that her throat hurt. She lunged forward and grabbed onto the headboard, holding tight as her body clenched tightly. The shock of it robbed Ginny of her voice and she rode of her orgasm wordlessly, her mouth open, but no sound able to escape. Ginny's body slammed back against Rabastan's until she broke, crumpling to bed, shaking lightly.
"Don't stop," she whispered. "Come in me."
Her fiancée's pleasure was just as important to Ginny. She wanted him to feel this high, to finally know what it felt like to spill his seed inside of her. Looking back over her shoulder, Ginny's cheeks were flushed and she smirked lightly at Rab. "I know you've thought about this for months."
~~~
Merlin, that mouth of hers was going to get her in trouble one day. The dirty things that poured from her lips making him groan, spurring him on as he wrapped his hands in her long hair, pulling it tight to expose her throat to him. He nipped at the flesh there, growling as his hips snapped into hers, needing to go deeper… needing to feel like they were one person instead of two halves of a whole. Biting at her earlobe, Rabastan groaned into her ear, "You're mine, Ginny Weasley. Mine." He had tried his hardest to push away his overly possessive side, but the intense love and emotion he felt for the woman he was currently buried inside of dragged it out of him, and he gave in without remorse.
Her second orgasm was even more intense than the first, Rabastan continuing to pound into her impossibly tight hole, his body shivering with effort, his entire being wanting to come. But instead, he couldn't help but hold it in a bit longer, watching her back arch into her pleasure. The way her fingers turned stark white gripping the headboard, the way she threw her head back and her entire body shivered, giving into him, coming for him. It was intoxicating, and he knew this was just the beginning. There was very little possibility they'd be leaving the house at all this weekend, except maybe to treat her to a birthday dinner. Because he wouldn't deny her the delight of going out in public a free woman. But on the other side of things, he had so much time to catch up for… so many ideas flowing through his mind of ways to make her scream, positions he wanted to see her perfect, fit body in. Fuck.
As she crumpled to the bed, Rabastan felt Ginny fully give herself, and her body over to him. The rush he felt was something he couldn't quite explain, but that filled him with such joy that he knew he would never, ever get tired of this. Of her. Of fucking her. Making love to her. He would be sure to worship her perfect body for the rest of their lives, for the rest of eternity, and make her feel like the most wanted woman in the world. Because she was, to him.
Wrapping his hand around the back of her neck tightly, but not enough to hurt her, Rabastan pressed her face sideways against the pillows, his other hand digging into her hip so hard he was sure to leave bruises, but he would be sure to care for those later. For the moment though he gave over to the animalistic, primal monster within, pulling all the way out of her to slam back inside once, twice, three times, harder than he had any time before. On the third, he ground his hips into her backside, finally letting himself go, growling and groaning out loud as he leaned over her body, biting into her shoulder gently as he felt his cock fill her with his come. His legs shook slightly, his body shivering with a wave of passion as he removed his teeth from her skin, ever so gently kissing the angry red mark he had left. His grip on her became gentle, loving as he moved to release her, kissing her, his body relaxing against hers.
And though he didn't want to leave her wet, hot cunt, he couldn't help but groan as he pulled himself out, leaning back onto the bed and pulling her with him.
"I'm sorry if I hurt you," he said gently, kissing her forehead. "I love you."
~~~
The gasps and moans Ginny made as Rabastan finished were quiet. She was quieted by his passion, by the forceful way he claimed her and used her to his own desire. And Ginny loved it. She loved the feel of him slamming into her. She loved how he growled into her ear, how he pinned her to the bed. She could give him the release she knew he needed each day. She could give him a way to let out the monster, to dip into the darkness rather than living there. And, gods, did it feel good. Ginny's body was on fire. Her cunt ached in the most amazing way. Her breasts were so sore. Her neck and shoulder throbbed from the bite marks he'd left on her. Her hair had come out of its braid and fell over her body in a mess of tangles.
Ginny knew in that moment that her life with Rabastan would forever toe the line between light and dark. He was capable of both and if she was truly honest with herself, so was she. They could fall into the abyss of depravity together, but Ginny would always be there to bring her fiancée back into the light. Denying this part of him wasn't possible, though.
She shook slightly as he spilled inside of her. Merlin, she loved it. She loved him claiming her for himself. Ginny would never know the touch of another man. And her lover would never again touch another woman. In the same instant they'd come together, their souls entwined forever. She wanted him to come inside of her time as time again, knowing one day he'd be doing it to create something more than pleasure. She groaned softly and whimpered as he rolled off of her.
Curling up next to him, bruised and sweaty and thoroughly fucked, Ginny pressed a kiss to his heaving chest. "I love you." She kissed him again, her hand moving down to his cock, lazily running her fingers over it. "Don't apologize," she said and looked up at him. "I wanted it. I'll always want it." Her lips found his and Ginny kissed him gently. "My monster," she teased him gently. "If I had know how good that was going to feel…"
If she had known she would've been in his bed the first time she arrived at his home. At least she would have the rest of their lives to lose herself in his touch. Ginny closed her eyes as they laid together, both breathing heavy and coming down from their highs. She was truly happier than she ever thought she could be.