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darkhairedgryff (darkhairedgryff) wrote in unexpectedrpg,
@ 2008-07-24 22:16:00

Entry tags:

daphne greengrass, harry potter

Who: Harry and Daphne
When: Thursday Evening
Where: The House
What: Back Home...FINALLY!!
Rating: NC-17
Status:Closed/Complete

If nothing else, Harry was glad to finally be back in London. It had been a busy and hectic for days. As he had expected, it had rained for a good majority of the time. They'd been wet and covered in mud for a good portion of the time. Sure, one could cast drying charms and the like, but on the excursions that lasted for more then 24 hours, the pull on your magic levels wasn't helpful at all. It was easier just to face the weather head on. After the first two days, they had all grown used to it until they barely noticed the rain or the mud.

He had been hoping to have wrapped things up earlier in the day, but things had not gone as he had planned...which wasn't exactly surprising. Things rarely went as he planned. He hadn't planned on being married but he found himself counting down the days until he could get back. It didn't help that Daphne had a way of making sure she was the topic of thought...at least where Harry was concerned. Their shower before he left had kept her on his mind, but the gifts she had insisted on sending only happened to make it worse.

By the time he had gotten out of Scotland, he'd been to tired to worry about being dressed. Before he had got to go home, he had to stop in at the ministry and file the paperwork. Now under normal circumstances, he was expected to be in work clothing at all times, but he hadn't cared. He'd just spent four days in the rain. They could excuse him if he showed up wearing a pair of jeans, a t-shirt, and a ball cap. After the past couple days he deserved to be dressed comfortably.

Once he had finished that he'd immediately headed home. He might have rushed through the paperwork, but he wanted to go home. Daphne had been right. Four days had been far too long. Instead of taking the chance splinching himself, he headed up to the atrium. After stepping into the Ministries fireplace it was only a moment or two before he stepped out of the fireplace at his and Daphne's home. Dropping his things on the floor, he headed further into the house in search of his wife. He was tired of strangers, he wanted something familiar.

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darkhairedgryff
2008-07-25 11:14 pm UTC (link)

Daphne was right in assuming that he had not seen her goofy grin. At the moment he was much too focused on exploring Daphne, his hands, lips and occasionally his teeth were on a particular mission to locate those spots that made her moan quietly beneath him. Each sound she made only motivating him to continue and find the next hidden spot.

In Harry's opinion, Daphne was perfect. It didn't matter that he'd already seen her. It was a completely different experience and he appreciated every part of her as he had the first time, if not more so. He'd never been a boastful person, but the simply fact that she was his and he was hers allowed for his pride to rise slightly. He'd do anything to prevent losing her and, if he had anything to say about it, he never would.

Once the material had been gathered beneath the swell of her breasts, Harry pulled away. He wanted it off, but he couldn't do that unless she sat up a bit, which meant he had to let her go for a moment. it wasn't something he wanted to do, but the results greatly outweighed their current actions. Taking a brief moment, he caught her lips in a deep kiss before quietly instructing her to sit up.

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ex_transcend779
2008-07-25 11:24 pm UTC (link)

Soon, Harry would find every hidden spot. Daphne hardly knew she had them, but every brush of a finger or his lips and teeth drover her a little closer to the edge. She loved that she felt so confident and comfortable beneath him, and she knew that he felt the same as he touched her. She wanted to say something, though she willed her mouth to stay shut unless she was moaning his name softly.

As he kissed her, she obeyed and sat up so he'd be able to remove her gown. Well, actually she thought she'd be a little bit of help and do it for him, though ht was hard to pull herself away from him. Eventually she did as she pulled the bunched up fabric up and over her head, tossing it to the side where it fell, heaped up in a pile of silk.

A small confident smirk was given as Daphne leaned back on her elbows, propping herself up slightly just for Harry to take in. He had every inch of her to himself, something no man had had in years. She was a little arrogant and always thought of her body as perfect, so she hoped Harry thought no less.

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darkhairedgryff
2008-07-25 11:56 pm UTC (link)

Fully clothed or as she was, it didn't matter, Harry opinion had been fixed at perfection for quite some time. She was absolutely gorgeous and she was all his. He could appreciate that and fully intended to show her just what he thought. He would certainly take his time with her and earn every little moan she offered. She deserved no less.

His eyes drifted over her for a moment, taking in the sight before him, but it only lasted a moment. She'd become his drug and he was more then a little addicted. Repositioning himself so he could move over her, Harry found all the particularly sensitive spots on his way to her neck. "Beautiful," he whispered, nipping lightly at the spot below her ear as his hands found her own, carefully removing them from the bed so she had no other choice but to allow her back to return to the bed.

As he moved over her, he laced their fingers together, moving her arms with his own until their clasped hands rested on the pillow by her head. With that accomplished, his lips moved to hers, craving that familiar feeling that flooded him with he kissed her. It was something so simple and yet intimate. Something he could share with her no matter where they were, drawing them closer.

"What do you want, Daphne?" he asked softly, his lips moving to her jaw, occasionally allowing his teeth to nip playfully at her skin. Normally, he wouldn't ask, simply show her how much he needed her, but there was still a part of him that wanted to draw it out. Consider it punishment for the gifts she'd sent him.

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ex_transcend779
2008-07-26 12:06 am UTC (link)

Daphne rolled her lips slightly as she watched him look her over. It felt good to have someone look at her the way he did. She felt as if she were being looked at in unconditional awe, even if it wasn't like that at all. Her cheeks hadn't even flushed as he took her in. But that wasn't nearly as important as his not flushing at all. Impressive indeed.

Her hands, laced in his, gave a small squeeze as he kissed her. The way he held her and the way he kissed her were two of the most cherished things she had now. He loved his lips and his strong arms around her. She was weak for him, but it was all in the name of love.

The way he took this slow with her was perfect. It was their first time, as if they were teenagers and still in school, just without all the nasty repercussions.

Part of her was surprised to hear him speak at all. It was officially and 8-word night and this had been the least she had ever talked to anyone. His question almost made her want to beg for him, but he knew her answer anyway. "You," she muttered. She wanted him so much that it was practically radiating off of her. She was so lucky.

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darkhairedgryff
2008-07-26 01:37 pm UTC (link)

Even when he was expecting that answer it affected him strongly. He very nearly dropped the little game he was playing and gave in to what she wanted, for a moment, nothing else seemed to matter but that. In the end was able to hold out. It didn't help she seemed to want him as much as he, himself, wanted her. It was a heady mix, that was for sure. One he knew he'd never get tired of. Despite being able to hold himself back physically, he couldn't hold back the sound of contentment that slipped from his lips.

"It's not that easy," he responded, a smile in his voice as his lips moved back down to her neck and then over her collarbone. His hands carefully detangling themselves from hers and trailing light, teasing paths back down her arms to her sides, his thumbs brushing just lightly over the sides of her breasts as they passed. "What do you want me to do to you?"

This little game could pan out two different ways. She could jump right to the main goal and leave him to his own devices or she could tell him what she wanted. He was hoping for the latter. Not only would he know exactly what she wanted, but it would also be slightly frustrating for her, a tease if you will. He certainly wasn't upset about any of the gifts she'd sent him, in fact he'd rather enjoyed getting them. He simply wanted to drag this out.

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ex_transcend779
2008-07-26 01:48 pm UTC (link)

Daphne groaned as he said it wasn't that easy. Yes it was! He was her husband, it had to be that easy! This wasn't the time to be cute and playful, he had a naked woman beneath him practically begging for him. Bloody hell, that's what he wanted! He wanted her to beg for him. The jerk. She could tell he was internally struggling, which mean the more things she said to him, the more he'd struggle.

"Everything," she moaned out, her fingers finding his hair and tugging gently at it. "I want you to make love to me, Harry. I want to feel you inside of me," she half smirked, though was really too into what she was saying to remember that she was trying to drive him crazy.

"I want you to love me and touch me," she moaned out again. And she wanted him to hurry up. Well, perhaps not. He was doing fine just as he was, but she was slightly eager. Dragging this all out was really quite the good idea on his part. Make it more special and all that jazz.

"Make me yours."

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darkhairedgryff
2008-07-26 02:18 pm UTC (link)

Alright, so perhaps it might not have been the best plan ... at least when it came to testing the strength of his willpower. Her words and the tone in which she spoke them sent the blood rushing south far faster then he initially intended it to ... not that one could really control that. He had a feeling she knew exactly what she was doing to him ... despite the rather obvious evidence. He couldn't help the small groan when she shifted slightly, and he found himself pressed against her, the thin fabric of his boxers the only thing separating them. Though he had a feeling that wouldn't last for too much longer.

If nothing else, Harry was stubborn and that helped him maintain his ability to continue to take his time. He had a feeling she was going to murder him later for this, but he didn't mind so much. When his hands reached her waist only one remained there, the other moved back down over her hip to teasingly down the side of her leg. He didn't know what it was, but he couldn't stop running his hands over her. Perhaps it was simply the feeling of having her beneath him, but he was opt to believe there was something else to it.

"You already are," he smirked against her skin. As far as he was concerned she was and that wasn't about to change any time soon. He simply wouldn't let it. As he said this his lips moved once more, this time trailing softly down to her breasts. If he was going to drag things out, he might as well pull more of those lovely moans from her.

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ex_transcend779
2008-07-26 02:29 pm UTC (link)

As far as Harry was concerned, Daphne liked knowing just how much she was affecting him and any new evidence was key. She smirked again as she felt his stiffer areas brush against her and there was no denying how badly she wanted to set it free. Or at least she thought she wanted to set it free. It wouldn't be coming out just for air, she supposed. He knew what he was getting. If he continued to be a good boy.

Part of her would have agreed with him. Yes, she was going to kill him later, but she had the feeling he would probably fall into a rather deep love coma, and if she were lucky, that'd kill him before she had to.

Harry's cocky remark was about to get him in trouble, so while his lips were busy and so were his hands, Daphne wrapped her legs around him quickly and pulled him to her fast. She didn't like just playing around all the time, when Daphne wanted something, she could get down to business. "That's not what I meant," she said deviously, releasing him with her legs, though keeping one bent at the knee just to the side of him.

He got what he wanted when she moaned, though she'd go back to keeping it at a minimum just to drive him crazy. He needed to lose the boxers soon. It was only fair. "Off," she demanded, knowing he'd realize she was referring to his boxers. If she was natural, so was he.

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darkhairedgryff
2008-07-26 03:00 pm UTC (link)

He had been right when he'd realized the remainder of his clothing wouldn't last very long. Though, he was rather amused by the demand. It took a moment for him to even think of responding after her legs had wrapped around him, pressing him closer to her. It was almost too much. In response to that Harry took his time complying. Before he pulled away, he allowed his teeth to catch the sensitive peak of her breast for the briefest moment before allowing his tongue to follow in it's wake, adding another sensation to the mix. Releasing her, he removed himself from her arms in order to remove that final barrier. He could breath a little easier without the restriction, but he supposed he was replacing one restriction for another. Granted, the second restriction would be far more pleasant then the last.

When he returned to Daphne, he was aware that she didn't expect him to rush things forward, given his previous attitude. Luckily, or unlikely, depending on how you looked at hit, Harry went for the opposite of what she was expecting. He wanted to hear the surprised intact of breath, the moan. He just wanted her. Settling back between her legs, Harry's lips immediately found hers again, his tongue seeking out her own and all the familiar contour of her mouth. He wanted to make every part of her his own and was fully intending to do just that. Without so much as a warning, Harry pressed in side of her, his shoulders tense as he met some resistance and fought not to hurt her at all. He wanted to make her feel loved not hurt her.

Once he was inside of her, he didn't dare move. The quick movement had effected himself just as much as it would have effected her, causing him to break the kiss with a sharp intake of breath. He needed that moment to not only allow himself a chance to breath, but to allow her to grow accustomed to the sudden change. When he could breathe again, he raised an eyebrow as he looked down at her. "You were saying?"

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ex_transcend779
2008-07-26 04:37 pm UTC (link)

Truthfully, Daphne rather liked that he was taking his time, even if she knew part of him probably wanted to rush this. Still, he was kind enough to take things slow, even if they were already married. Every touch or brush drove Daphne slightly crazy as she laid beneath him, her hands once more running over his smooth skin. When he did finally pull away to relieve himself of his boxers, she grinned at the sight and couldn't wait until he was in her arms once more.

Quiet, breathy moans escaped her, though were soon silenced when he kissed her. Passion was flooded into his mouth as she returned the kiss, holding him fast to her. However, the second he pushed himself inside of her, Daphne's back arched slightly, her head tilting back as she gasped with pleasure. She was surprised he had paused once inside of her, though it was a fantastic feeling. He could never hurt her if it was him she was with.

One hand found purchase in his hair as she looked up at him, listening to him speak. Pulling his head back slightly, she leaned up and grabbed his lips in a rough kiss that would answer his question and perhaps any other questions he might have. "More," she groaned into his mouth, breaking the kiss for a moment.

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darkhairedgryff
2008-07-26 04:57 pm UTC (link)

Daphne's reaction was more then enough to get him to move, he simply couldn't take his eyes away from her. The desire was only intensified by the fact that this was the woman that held his heart in her hand. No one had ever been able to claim that before, no one except Daphne. He'd barely had a chance to find his breath before Daphne kissed him like no one else had. He wanted to give her exactly what she wanted and he would, but he was going to follow through on that in his own time.

He didn't want this to end and took measures to ensure that it would last for as long as they could both handle it. After the initial entry, Harry returned to the languid pace he'd taken before. The initial movement of his hips pulled a low moan from his lips, though it remained muffled by their kiss. Almost immediately, he found a rhythm. Four shallow, One deep. Three Shallow, Two deep, continuing until he felt as though he couldn't possibly be any deeper inside of her before he backed off, starting the cycle all over again. It was a pattern that would drive them both insane, and Harry knew it.

It was sheer willpower alone that allowed him to continue as they were. With every little moan she gave Harry felt desire run through him, tightening the knot in him just a bit more. After one a brief period, Harry had to break the kiss, his lips finding her skin instead, working down her neck and over her collar bone, his hands find purchase on her perfect hips for barely a moment before sliding upward. He couldn't help but touch her.

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