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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
2008-07-26 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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