Ginny Weasley (thelittlered) wrote in vrrpg, @ 2017-06-30 15:54:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, char: ginny weasley, char: marcus flint, location: residence, time: 2009 06 |
RP: Bookshop Run-In
Who: Marcus/Ginny
When: Thursday, June 29 [backdated]
Where: Bookshop then Marcus' house
What: Flirting in a bookshop turns into a whole lot more...
Warnings: NSFW!
Normally Ginny would have pre-ordered V. Misty Rious' new book, as she was her favorite author (or he - it was still a mystery the author refused to reveal, despite the incessant speculation), but with the breakup, then Quidditch finals, and the nearly-constant drunken fog she'd been operating in until her trip to South America with Luna, she'd completely forgotten. Now that she was back home and, while not totally herself yet, feeling a bit better about things, she'd seen the publication announcement and just had to make it in to pick up a copy.
She stood in front of the display which housed not only the new book, The Thirteenth Hour, but also selections of Rious' past books, including her all time favorite, A Quarter Past Choas. Her first copy has been a more-than-second hand one, and she'd long since replaced it, but she still couldn't help but smile when she remembered the first time she'd read it. While not normally a huge reader, there was something about mystery novels that got her hooked.
Turning her attention back to the new book, she picked up a copy and turned it over to read the back, turning as she did to head toward the register to purchase it. Only, just as she turned, she realized that someone was right there, and she stopped short, looking up from the book with a softly, slightly startled gasp. "Oh! Sorry." And then she realized who it was, and couldn't deny her cheeks tinged a bit at the memory of that night. She'd never done anything quite so crazy as a foursome before, but she'd definitely had no complaints, even once she'd sobered up enough to realize that two of her companions were Daphne Greengrass and Marcus Flint, the latter of which she now found herself faced with. "Well, hello there, Marcus," she greeted him with some warmth in her tone.
Since he had embarked on his new career as a referee, Marcus's personal library had stopped growing at the alarming rate that it had when he was otherwise unburdened by a job. He still liked picking up the occasional book or two, though, and he had one clutched in his hands when he bumped into Ginny Weasley. He raised his eyebrows. How did this keep happening to him? At least if he was going to run into women that he'd slept with then a bookshop made him look as though he did more than just ride a broom.
He flushed a little too, remembering that uninhibited night with varying levels of alcohol-induced haziness. "Hi, Ginny." Marcus didn't feel wholly awkward, thank Merlin, but he did shift his feet a little uncomfortably. "How're you doing?"
For all of Ginny's screwing around lately, she hadn't really run into this situation, running into someone she'd been with while too drunk to even recognize them at first. But she wasn't going to let it make this awkward. They'd been two consenting adults (all right, four, but that wasn't the point), and so there was nothing to feel awkward about. One arm curled around the book, hugging it against her side, as her other hand fidgeted absently with the hem of her shirt.
"I'm good, yeah," she answered with a small smile. "Spent a few weeks on a beach in South America - it was fantastic." And her arms and legs were clearly more tanned and freckled from the excursion. "How have you been?"
Now that Ginny mentioned she had been on the beach, Marcus thought her freckles looked more pronounced. There was something intriguing about them; they begged to be explored. But he couldn't let his thoughts wander too much in that direction, not in a bookshop.
"Er, yeah, I'm alright. No exotic holidays for me. Looks like the trip agreed with you. I mean, you look good." So now he felt more awkward. "Reading anything interesting?"
Well, some things didn't change, but she had to wonder if Marcus was lacking social graces or if it was being around her. "It did agree with me, thank you," she agreed with a light laugh. "I definitely recommend exotic holidays."
At the question, she turned the book away from her body so the cover was visible. "Rious' new book is out and I completely forgot to order it." Because as much as she loved mystery novels, the bookshop wasn't her favorite place to hang out. "How about you?" He'd never struck her as a big reader, either, but she couldn't say she'd ever known him well enough to make that sort of assumption.
"Yeah? I haven't been away in years." The best summer days on the beach in his hometown were better than being away on the continent, in his opinion, so why did he need to travel? Unless he had someone to travel with, there was no point.
Marcus looked at the cover of the book she was holding. "That crime stuff, isn't it?" He turned the book he was holding towards. "Historical fiction. I normally go for the non-fiction, but..." He shrugged. "I felt like a change."
"Ahh, don't you want to? There's a whole big world out there to see, seems a shame to just stay 'round here instead of getting out to explore it." But perhaps that stemmed from her upbringing, from not having the means to go places and do things. Now that she had money and means, she got restless sticking too close to home in her off time.
The question had her chuckling faintly, and she nodded her head. "Mystery, yeah," she confirmed. At his selection, she quirked a brow. So, he was something of a history buff, then? She'd never had the patience for history, but then Binns had failed to make it seem worth learning, so that may have had part of it. "Yeah? What's your favorite era?" Not that she would know too much about it anyway, but it was something to ask.
"I don't know," he admitted. "I guess I'm just a bit of a homebody. I live close to the beach anyway. But the sea's pretty different in South America, isn't it?"
Marcus nodded, turning the book over in his hands a couple of times, almost like the way he'd fiddle with a Quaffle. "Ancient Roman. That kind of time period anyway. All my mum's doing - she's an historian." He grinned suddenly. "So she saddled me with an embarrassing middle name and an interest in history."
"Well, I suppose we can't all be adventurous explorers," she teased lightly. "Variety in life and all." It had helped that she'd not run the risk of running into anyone she didn't want to see or talk to there. "A bit yeah. I stayed outside of Macapá, Brazil, which was fortunate, as it's winter in South America - or close to, anyway. But Macapá is far enough north, so it's more tropical year round." She realized then that she'd probably offered more information than necessary and pulled her lower lip between her teeth to stop her from prattling on more about the weather on her trip. Such a ridiculous topic.
That grin as he spoke of his mum was rather charming, if she were being honest. Who didn't like a bloke with a good relationship with his mum? Though her curiosity was definitely stirred at that tidbit. "What is it?" she asked, wondering if he would be too embarrassed by his middle name to tell her. Her own mum had given her six older brothers and a desire to break away from that homebody life Molly Weasley led.
It seemed that Ginny had really enjoyed her trip. Marcus would be lying if he said there wasn't a small part of him that wasn't interested in going away somewhere before the Quidditch season started up again and he had actual work to do. But where would he even go? Somewhere with good surf, probably.
He narrowed his eyes playfully. To be honest, there were people with more embarrassing first names than his middle name, but it was at odds with his more austere nature. "It's Aurelius," he admitted. "I try to console myself that it could have been worse."
She had certainly heard more embarrassing names than that, especially considering her own first name was the oddest one in her family. It was why she went by Ginny - Ginevra was just far too stuffy for her. "That's not so terrible," she agreed. "It's a historical reference, yeah?" She had no idea who it referred to, but he'd certainly implied that his mum had chosen it from her love of history.
"Though she must not've rubbed off on you too much, since you went the quidditch route instead of history," she pointed out. And even now that he wasn't playing anymore, he was a referee, she knew.
"Yeah, Roman emperor. Marcus Aurelius." If you had to have a strange historical name, an emperor wasn't a bad person to be named after. But thank Merlin she hadn't lost her senses and named him after Nero or Caligula.
He shrugged. "You say that, but history was the only thing I was ever good at outside of Quidditch." Marcus nodded towards the book that Ginny was clutching. "You ever want to be a detective or something like that?"
Her thoughts ran along the same lines as his, that en emperor wasn't terrible to be named after, all things considered. "I don't know how you managed to stay awake in Binns' class," she pointed out with a soft, short laugh. It had been practically impossible, and she'd barely eked out an Acceptable on her History of Magic OWL. There'd been no chance she was going to continue it for her NEWTs.
Ginny paused, tilting her head slightly as she considered it briefly before shaking her head. "No, I don't think so. It'd be interesting to do it for fun. One of my mate's mentioned going to those mystery dinner type things, but I've not looked into it yet." She'd been rather preoccupied as of late, but she rather thought she might look into it now.
Marcus chuckled, ducking his head. "I might have had a few naps. But I guess I just have a good memory for dates."
A mystery dinner thing sounded like the sort of event that his friends tried to encourage him to go to so that he could meet people and socialise. Why did they all have to be so happily partnered up and then want their single friends to be the same? "Well, law enforcement's loss is Quidditch's gain. You were always a menace to go up against on the pitch. In a good way, obviously. I like a challenge."
The compliment pulled a bit of a smirk from her, and she shrugged one shoulder negligently, as if it weren't a big deal, though it absolutely was to her. "So do I," she admitted. "There's nothing like being on the pitch. It's a shame we don't get to face off there anymore." Though that brought to mind that night last month, and she found her body warming all over again.
"There isn't, is there? Non-players just don't get it." By taking up a role as a referee, Marcus had managed to recapture some of that feeling, but refereeing didn't have the competitive edge that accompanied playing. It was just enough to sate his Quidditch needs.
"But yeah, that is a shame," Marcus agreed. "But there's a chance I could be tempted into some one-on-one. If you ever fancied it, obviously."
He wasn't wrong there, and it was even different from plying at Hogwarts - that couldn't compare to what it was like playing in the League. That phrase, one-on-one, stirred up less innocent thoughts than a bit of pick-up quidditch, and she smiled slowly at it. "I'd like that a lot. One-on-one's not as interesting as, say, three-on-one, but I'm sure it would be just as fun," she replied a touch more flirtatiously than the rest of their conversation had been thus far.
Marcus could almost see the way that Ginny's brain switched over to something more lascivious. He grinned sharkishly, taking the bait that she so temptingly threw out. "One-on-one has its good points. It's not a spectator sport. Much more competitive." There was a chance he was going to push his luck and lose any chance of this going further, but he had to add, "And in some circumstances everybody wins."
That grin he gave had her warming in a way talking about history would never be able to. "Mmm, competition is fantastic and all, but I do love an everybody wins situation," she said agreeably. "Have you got anything pressing today? Or d'you think we might come up with a bit of one-on-one competition?" she asked cheekily. She'd planned to go home, read her new book, maybe go out later for a bite to eat and some dancing, but none of those were plans that couldn't be adjusted.
"I was going to buy a book, get a cup of coffee..." Marcus shrugged, trying to sound nonchalant though he wasn't much good at acting. "And I'm not particularly thirsty, so I think I can rearrange that." He raised his eyebrows teasingly for a brief moment. "Between the two of us, I think we can come up with a few ideas."
He leant in a little closer to her, lowering his voice so only she could hear. "Like seeing how many times I can make you... win. I'm bound to set a personal best."
Well, it certainly seemed her afternoon was going to get significantly more interesting, Ginny thought with a bit of a smirk. Marcus might be a surprising choice, but she wasn't really looking further than a bit of fun. She was about to agree to having ideas already when he leaned in, and she pulled her lower lip between her teeth at his suggestion.
"Mm, you're stting high goals." She definitely approved, and it sounded in her voice. "I suppose all we've got to decide at this moment is where we'll go." She wouldn't mind seeing his place again, when she was sober enough to appreciate it, but she also wouldn't mind taking him back to hers.
"Lady's choice," Marcus told her with a smile that lit up his strong features. This was not how he had seen his day panning out, but thus far he had no complaints. As much as he liked a coffee and a treat at Sweet Nothings, he would much rather be whispering some sweet nothings to Ginny.
Not that any of the ideas playing out in his mind right now could be described as sweet.
Ginny licked her lips as she considered it a moment. It didn't really matter where they went, really. "Let's go to yours," she decided, shrugging one shoulder. She slipped the book back onto the display, thinking she would just come back tomorrow to pick it up. It wouldn't kill her to wait a day to start reading it. "Did you need to purchase that first?" she asked, nodding toward his own book.
Marcus's gaze was drawn to Ginny's lips as her tongue darted out and he momentarily lost his train of thought. "Book?" he asked blankly. "Oh, er..." Looking down at the book in his hands, he had to make a quick decision. "Nah, I can come back another day for it." He wouldn't be needing it today. Marcus placed the book on the nearest shelf, not really caring if he was making extra work for any of the employees; that wasn't his problem.
"Want to Apparate?" He didn't do Side-Along often, but right now he definitely had the desire to get to his destination.
That his brain seemed to have scrambled enough that he'd forgotten about the book he'd come to purchase was something to take pride in, in her opinion. She chuckled when he tuck it on a random shelf, and then nodded at his question. "Yeah, let's," she agreed, as it would be the quickest way to get to his place.
Once they appeared with a pop at his place, she grinned cheekily at him. "So are we going to play a game or just go right to... winning?" she asked, reaching a hand out to curl her fingers in the front of his shirt and giving it a light tug toward her.
He made an indecisive noise, his own fingers meeting the hem of Ginny's shirt. "Dunno." Marcus dipped his head to kiss her teasingly. "Depends what sort of game you want to play." His hands slid up a little further, just enough to touch warm skin. Was she freckled there too? It was hard not to wonder.
Marcus's palm rested on her small of her back and he grinned. All thoughts of books and coffee had dissipated. "I'm all yours to play with."
At his indecision, Ginny chuckled faintly, her lips brushing back against his in that same light manner. "Well, we don't have to play a game. Although..." Her eyes lit up as an idea came to mind. "It could be fun to set a timer, take turns seeing how crazy we can make each other," she suggested, her hands sliding down his chest to tug the hem of his shirt up.
She hoped he wouldn't be opposed to more than a little foreplay. Normally when she hooked up drunk, she was happy to just get right to things, but this was the middle of the day and she was sober, so she thought it might be a bit more fun to take a little more time.
Marcus's mouth felt a little dry. Damn, she was whip smart and full of good ideas.She was definitely going to keep him on his toes. Chuckling, he let Ginny pull his shirt up and off leaving him bare-chested. "I think I have a timer in the kitchen." His hands couldn't stay still, coming to rest on the shapely curve of her hips. He stole another kiss. "I'll be right back."
In the kitchen, he took a second to shed his shoes before grabbing the kitchen timer and heading back. "Got it."
Before she could tell him to go get it, he was kissing her again and darting off for the timer, leaving her chuckling. Just as he started back into the room, her own hands reached down to the hem of her shirt, lifting it up and off, tossing it aside carelessly. "Figured it was only fair," she said cheekily, since he was shirtless. Of course, she'd taken his shirt off, so perhaps it would have been more fair for him to take hers off, but she still had a few things he could take off her if he was so inclined.
She reached out, one finger hooking in the front of his pants and tugging him close again. It was still a bit mind boggling that she was doing this with Marcus Flint, but he'd definitely grown into himself post-Hogwarts, and she remembered that night last month as being fun, so she was hopeful. Leaning up on her toes, she brushed her hand up his bare torso before pulling his head down for a deep kiss.
Marcus liked what he saw. He grinned and let Ginny pull him close until their bare skin met. The faintest of shivers rippled over him as she touched his chest, but then she kissed him and that was all that mattered. He clutched the timer, his other hand drifting to her arse to bring their bodies even closer. He hadn't been up close and personal with any female Quidditch players lately, but Ginny had the sort of athletic build that he could really appreciate; his fingers squeezed firmly.
He drew his mouth away from hers incrementally, lowering his head and pressing kisses down her throat. Since Ginny had come up with the game for them to play, he thought it only fair that he went first.
When she felt that faint shiver from him, she hummed against his lips, pressing even closer to him as his hand went to her arse. She'd always considered herself physically average, short and thin with hips that were too wide and skin that was scarred from an active life, but one positive to the way she'd been living since the breakup was that she felt incredibly sexy and desired of late.
Her head tilted back with a soft moan as his lips left hers to travel down her throat, and she wondered absently if he'd set the timer. But, that didn't really matter, now did it? So long as they were touching each other, she was happy. Her hands slid down his chest then, slipping behind her to undo the closure of her bra in a quick, practiced move, though not taking it off yet. And then she went back to the front of his pants, brushing over him teasingly before working the closure there open as well.
Marcus felt the shift in her posture as Ginny unclasped her bra, his gaze darting upwards and every bit of him enjoying the noise that she made. He smiled, taking moment to twist the timer - three minutes. Hopefully that would be long enough to do some serious teasing.
His breath caught as she touched him, and he kept still as she worked his jeans open. Once that was done, he realised that he was still clutching the gently ticking timer. Marcus quickly ducked down to place it on the floor, determined to get back to the delightful task at hand. He kissed the top of her breasts, fingers slowly moving to the straps of her bra. Removing it quickly wasn't his intention, though, and he curled his fingers around the fabric to drag them down bit by bit as he kissed her deeply again.
That he didn't seem to be in a rush was just another point of difference from being with him now to the sorts of affairs she'd been having lately. Ginny shivered faintly at the feel of his lips on her breasts, at his fingers ghosting over her skin as he slowly pulled her bra away from her body. But then he was kissing her again, and she moaned softly against his mouth.
Her hands slid up his chest again, curling around the back of his neck as her torso arched against him, her nipples hardened and brushing against his chest. She wanted to do more, touch and tease him too, but he had opted to go first, so she was going to try to play by whatever flimsy rules they'd set out with.
Ginny's bra was tossed aside, both of Marcus's hands irresistibly drawn to play with her breasts. Her hard nipples had felt good against his chest, but if she moaned like that when he kissed her then he was eager to see what other noises she might make. His thumbs stroked back and forth, paying close attention to her reactions in case he could use them later.
Marcus gently trailed his fingers down her side, then back up. Up and down, lower and lower each time until he met the waistband of her shorts. He smiled against her mouth, slipping his hand inside.
She'd always loved having her breasts touched; it was a sure way to turn her on and drive her crazy. And as his thumbs stroked over her nipples, she made a sound low in her throat, some cross between moan and whimper, her legs shifting together as if it could relieve some of the tension in her. When his land slipped into her shorts, she nipped at his lower lip playfully. He was being an awful tease, which had been the whole point of this game they were playing, but she'd never been the most patient person.
Marcus chuckled throatily. He could feel lacy fabric beneath his fingers and that whimper was intoxicating. "You make the best noises," he told her quietly, turning his head to kiss beneath her ear and then down her neck. He squeezed her breast, his other hand still in her shorts. His fingers pressed between her thighs, stroking over the material that still covered her.
"Regret suggesting the timer yet?"
Her fingers curled against his skin at the back of his neck at his chuckle, her head tilting to give him better access to her neck. "I'm glad you like," she replied with a breathy sort of chuckle. It would have been disappointing if he didn't, as she wasn't shy in being vocal and didn't see that changing.
"Mmhmm, you're being a bloody tease," she accused with frustration and amusement, her hips shifting against his hand, wanting more contact, just more. Shouldn't that damn timer be going off about now? Probably not - time always moved slower when you were impatient.
"I thought that was the point," Marcus joked with a rough edge to his tone, pressing himself up against her for his own little bit of friction. He was hard for her, but he thought he could resist a while longer. Not much, but just enough to drive her a bit crazier. He gave in to temptation and slipped his fingers inside her underwear; Marcus groaned at the feel of her.
The timer rang loudly. It caught him off guard, making his fingers curl suddenly. He let out a ragged breath. "Should I stop?"
"Not quite like this!" she retorted with a laugh. But then his fingers slipped inside her knickers, and she hummed in approval. "Getting warmer," she teased. And so was she. But good gods, if he didn't touch her fully soon, she thought she might just die.
Ginny jumped when the timer rang, and then shook her head. "Don't you dare," she threatened. But she was willing to forget all about the timer and that silly game, because she wanted, and she simply wasn't patient enough for that sort of teasing. Her hands slid down from his neck, finally letting herself touch him now. His body was firm and felt good under her hands as she brought them down to his jeans. She pushed his clothes down enough that she could wrap one hand around his hard, silky length. What would he think, she wondered, if she dropped to her knees just then? But no, he'd not earned that just yet, she thought as she tilted her head up to kiss him again.
Marcus couldn't lie, he had been enjoying teasing her and seeing her patience stretched as he kissed and touched. But that edge of a threat in her tone kicked him right back into competition mode. He grunted as her hand grasped his cock, hips pushing forward just a little. The pressure of her fingers around him was just right.
He wasn't about to let her down, not when she felt increasingly hot and wet beneath his touch. Marcus's other hand remained on her breast, his thumb flicking back and forth across the hard nipple. Kissing her, he tried to concentrate on stroking the spot that would have her demanding more - he thought Ginny was the sort that demanded, not begged. Damn, that was a sexy notion; he might just do anything she told him to do.
While Ginny knew she could be a tease now, she didn't really want to, and so she kept stroking him with those sure, firm movements, enough to feel good but not enough, she hoped, to get him off. And the attention he continued to pay her breast and the determined strokes of his fingers was rewarded with a moan into the kiss.
"Fuck, yes," she breathed encouragingly, her head tipping back, her hand faltering mid-stroke, her eyes half-lidded. "Make me come, Marcus," she urged him, wanting it so very much just then. When was the last time she'd had sex sober? Gods, it felt like her body was even more sensitive and responsive than ever.
Marcus so very much wanted to do that, too. His breathing was coming heavier now, the movements of Ginny's hand on him spurring an intensity in him that increased the pace of his own fingers. If it were possible, the tone of her voice made him even harder; he moaned quietly with a delicious sort of frustration before crushing his lips to hers in a hard kiss.
He couldn't tease either, not when he was so close to getting her off. With a goal in sight, he was a man on a mission and determined to succeed.
That kiss took her entirely by surprise, and she was struck by the thought that he'd completely taken her breath away. It was such a ridiculous thought, but it was the only one her brain could formulate amidst the pleasure he was giving her in that moment. And between his mouth and his fingers, it wasn't long before her body tensed around him, her head falling back on a moan as she broke the kiss.
"Oh, fuck," she breathed, pleasantly surprised that she'd come so hard and fast from just his hand while standing. It was quite the accomplishment. And as she slowly came back to awareness, she realized she was still holding onto him, and she pumped her hand in few slow, firm strokes. And then her other hand gave his chest a little shove back, silently urging him to sit. "I think I fancy a ride now," she told him with a bit of a smirk.
Merlin, women were amazing. He could never in his wildest dreams be ready to go again so soon. He stumbled slightly as she pushed him, clothes now bunch around his knees. "Hang on, hang on," he mumbled, working quickly to strip completely which wasn't the easiest task when he had an erection that very much wanted her attention again.
Finally, he sat heavily on the couch and almost immediately reached for Ginny. Marcus had a smirk to match hers. "Come here."
When her enthusiasm made him stumble a bit, she laughed a bit, her expression turning just a touch embarrassed. "Sorry!" Yeah, it was probably a good idea to finish stripping before moving. In this, she followed his lead, slipping out of her shoes and pushing her shorts and knickers down in one go.
After he sat and urged her over to him, she stepped out of her clothes and crossed the short distance, taking his outstretched hand as she settled over his lap, straddling him. She didn't take him into her yet though, as she wanted to kiss and tease him a bit first. Her lips brushed his, tantalizingly soft at first, as her hips rocked slowly over him, rubbing her center against his hard length.
Marcus's hands went to her waist at first, her gentle kiss surprising. Then, one lifted to her hair, his fingers curling into the vivid red locks. The slow rocking of Ginny's hips was just the right side of excruciating, though it took him a few moments to realise that she was going to tease him in return. "Oh, fuck," he groaned as the thought struck with a slight involuntary lift of his hips. He was so ready for her to take him.
He swallowed, forehead resting against hers. Marcus tried to keep his breathing even, but he couldn't help the tightened muscles in his quads beneath her.
Considering the fact that she'd done this sort of thing sober many times in her life, it probably shouldn't have felt so strange and different to her. But a part of Ginny wanted to rush through it because that's how she'd been operating for months, while a larger part of her wanted to slow down and savor it, to feel every sensation not only for herself but for him as well. She felt his hips lift, felt the shudder of his muscles tightening under her thighs, and she smiled as she kissed him again.
Perhaps she was better able to keep from rushing through it because she'd had an orgasm already, but she wasn't questioning it. Instead, she lifted up on her knees and slid a hand between them, wrapping her fingers around his erection and positioning herself over him. She sank slowly onto him, sighing at the familiar feeling of being filled and stretched. Being with women was fun and all, she couldn't help thinking, but there was nothing quite like this feeling right here.
His eyes half closed, Marcus exhaled as Ginny moved over him. Both of his hands went to her waist to steady her as she sank down. A low moan rumbled out of him at the sensation of being inside her. He liked the sort of satisfied noise that she made, tipping his head to kiss her again. "So fucking good." His hands slipped around to her firm arse, squeezing.
"Move," he urged with the edge of a whine. "Please."
At his urging, she started rocking over him, up and down, slow at first, though she could only keep it up so long before the pace was frustrating her just as she hoped it was frustrating him. It was one of the perks of being on top, it gave her more control to drive her partner crazy, which was always fun. She brushed her nose against his and kissed him as she picked up the pace, her hands holding onto his shoulders to steady her as she bounced up and down faster on his cock.
With her body already relaxed from her previous orgasm and aroused from being filled with him, it wasn't long before she tensed, her body tightening around him. She stopped with him buried deep in her, shuddering as her walls pulsed around him, her head tipping back as she moaned in pleasure at it. "Oh, oh fuck, Marcus," she panted, her fingers digging into his shoulders with the force of her orgasm.
Marcus couldn't form any full sentences, not with Ginny riding him faster. She felt incredible around his hard length and he groaned when she stilled as she came for a second time. He smiled, though, biting his lip as he felt her clench; she'd come twice already and masculine sort of pride swirled through him. So close to finishing but not quite there yet, Marcus thrust up against her, fucking her through her orgasm.
Nearly, nearly... he just needed a little more. His release hit him suddenly and he finally stopped moving, muscles tense. He let out a shuddering breath, burying his face in the crook of her neck. "Bloody hell." Marcus flicked one of her nipples just because he could. He knew she had to be especially sensitive right now. "God, Ginny."
Feeling him continuing to fuck her from beneath her as she came extended the pleasure for her, and she shuddered around him. Her entire body felt tingly and sensitive, and she made a sound of pure pleasure when she felt him come deep inside of her. "Mmhmm," she hummed, agreeing with his expletive.
And then he flicked her nipple, and she was only mildly embarrassed by the soft growl that sounded in her throat. Her muscles flexed around him in response to the sensation, and she turned her head to nip the skin at the base of his neck. "I know," she agreed with a breathy chuckle against his skin. "Think we should do this again sometime?" she pulled back enough to look at him as she asked.
Marcus inhaled as she tightened around him again. He slouched into the couch a little, his fingers ghosting over her freckled skin; despite his climax, he was still struck by the urge to explore, if she would let him.
His gaze met hers as his lips curved into a smirk. "Y'know, I think we'd be fucking stupid not to," he pointed out. "I mean, if you want to."
Ginny hummed as his fingers ghosted over her skin. She was waiting for that desire to flee to hit her, that feeling of not wanting to stay close to someone after fucking them, but it wasn't coming. Was it because she was sober? It had been a long time since she'd had sex sober, so she supposed that could be it.
"I don't think either of us are fucking stupid," she pointed out, her way of agreeing. It made her stomach flip with nerves and anticipation; it would be the first time she'd be with someone more than once since Callie. Though, she supposed she'd just been with Marcus a second time today. Did it count considering there had been two other people with them that first time? And that was just too much thinking considering her body was still wrapped around his.
"So, since you didn't get your book, what might you have planned for the day?" She didn't keep looking at him as she waited for an answer, instead tipping her head down to explore his neck and shoulder. It was more a slow and lazy thing, a need to do something while they talked than wanting to get frisky again just yet, though she knew she wouldn't say no to another round before she went home.
He licked his lower lip, unable to hide his smile when she agreed with him. He made a pleased noise as his thumb stroked slowly back and forth over the curve of her hip. "Me neither." Marcus didn't want to jinx it by saying it aloud, but he thought that you didn't just go from flirting in a bookshop to this unless there was some sort of chemistry worth exploring.
"Hmm. No plans. I think I might just improvise. See what comes up." He could be flexible if Ginny wanted to hang around and he quietly hoped that she would. Marcus lifted a hand to brush a strand of hair from her face. "Did you have any plans?"
Ginny hummed contemplatively against his neck as he brought up improvising. She had a few ideas, though she was pretty sure most of them didn't include much clothing. And then his hand was brushing the hair from her face, and it felt intimate in a completely different way than they'd just shared.
Shouldn't she be panicking and making her escape about now? "Not a one," she answered, a touch embarrassed at the breathy quality to her voice. "Though I was just thinking a swim might be nice. Have you got a pool? Or some other body of water nearby. But..." She pulled a face then, a mock-uh oh sort of look. "...I haven't got a suit with me." And it would be such a shame to have to swim nude, wouldn't it?
"No pool," Marcus confirmed. "But we're only a couple of minutes from the beach." The entire county, in fact, was largely coastal and you could never be more than about sixteen miles from a beach. "We might be able to find a secluded spot." If you were going to risk using magic in a public spot like he might to dry off after going surfing, you had to know where you weren't going to be seen.
"Hope you know a good warming charm, or else these'll be able to cut glass," he joked, carefully drawing a finger around one of her nipples. He'd never gone swimming with a woman like that, but he definitely wasn't adverse to the idea considering the amount of time he spent in the sea; if she didn't know a spell, he definitely did.
The beach wasn't exactly what she had in mind, but there was all sorts of potential for fun there, as well, so she wasn't going to turn down the suggestion. "Well, I think we'll have to, don't you? Unless you want me arrested for public indecency," she pointed out, her lips twitching as she fought back a laugh. Wouldn't those headlines be something else? Ginny Weasley arrested for public indecency while skinny-dipping in the sea with Marcus Flint! She could just imagine the Howler her mum would send.
As his finger circled her nipple, it hardened to an almost painful point. "I do know a good warming charm, though I could also pop home to pick up a suit. Or," she said suddenly, dragging the word out, "I do have a hot tub at home. Though that might be more fun tonight when the temperatures go down." She was clearly over-thinking this whole thing, which was ridiculous. With magic at their disposal, there was no reason not to take a dip in the sea nude with him. "But if I'm going to swim nude, I think you ought to as well, for solidarity." She raised a brow at him, almost as if in challenge.
"I'm not going to lie," Marcus said slowly, "but the hot tub sounds about a million times better." His smirk was back. "But if you want to do that tonight, we've got some time to fill." Though he was never going to admit it, he had something resembling butterflies when he made that suggestion. "And if you're naked, I'm with you all the way." Hell, he'd even suggest making it a rule. Mutual nudity.
"Right now I want to take you upstairs. Then..." His cheeks sucked in a little as he searched for the right words. "Then take you slower." He could be up for another round, so to speak, by then. "But, er, I'm going to have to move in a minute regardless," he admitted.
Ginny chuckled a bit at his admission, and she smiled at him. "Yeah? Then let's fill some time and I'll take you back to my place," she suggested, and she was studiously ignoring the way her stomach fluttered at that thought. She hadn't taken anyone back to her place in months, not since Callie.
When he pointed out he was going to need to move soon, Ginny couldn't help laughing as she shifted off his lap and flopped on the couch next to him, one leg still sprawled over his lap. They were probably making an awful mess, but that was what magic was for, right? "So, slower, hmm?" she asked, feeling warm all over again. Slower might be nice. It had been a very long time since she'd done slow and sweet.
Marcus bit his lip as she moved, but he laughed too. He rested his hand on her knee, surprisingly comfortable for all that they were sprawled naked on the sofa after enthusiastic sex.
"Yeah, slower. Pretty sure I said I was going to try and get you off as many times as I could." He squeezed her knee, a deep chuckle escaping him. "Figure I should use my mouth next." Marcus grinned and patted her thigh before reluctantly standing up. "But first, nature calls."
She didn't want to admit that she shivered at his words, that he was serious about trying to get her off as many times as he could. It was such a promising thought, and she wondered how many times he'd be able to do it. She almost wanted to keep count so that he'd have something to try to beat next time. Not that she was thinking about next time, even if they'd agreed they'd be stupid not do this again.
As he stood up, she shifted her leg off of him, biting her lower lip at the thought of his mouth on her. "Of course." She'd need the loo pretty soon too, but while he was taking care of himself, she'd get her wand and clean up whatever mess they might have made on the couch.
Leaning over, Marcus stole a quick kiss. Fuck, she was gorgeous when she was all disheveled like this. "Great." This was actually happening, wasn't it? "Okay, I'll see you upstairs, yeah?"
Ginny returned the quick kiss and then smiled, biting her lower lip at his question. "Yeah, I'll be there," she promised. She wasn't about to just disappear on him. No, she wasn't thinking further out than a bit more fun today, but she wasn't going anywhere.