|ginny weasley is cuter than a guinea pig (born_a_lion) wrote in wished,|
@ 2010-12-06 00:57:00
|Entry tags:||!2003: 11, !complete, ginny weasley, sam capper|
Sam wrapped her hands around her mug and leaned forward, pressing her forehead against the cold window pane as she watched the snow falling gently outside. Christmas was always one of her most favourite times of year. The summer was nice, and she’d loved autumn weather as a child but even as much as she hated the cold, nothing could hold a candle to the holiday season. All the decorations, the general warmth all the traditional sights and sounds seemed to carry, the food, the music, she couldn’t just pick one thing, she loved it all.
This year was even better, she thought as a small smile crossed her lips. She glanced down on the sill and tapped the ceramic snowman decoration. Even if this year had the added stress of wedding planning she didn’t regret for a second the idea to have their wedding for Christmas. She was undeniably excited, much more so than the nervousness she was starting to feel as the date drew closer. It was just another form of excitement, nerves, she knew that. It still didn’t make it go away.
She heard the footsteps at the top of the stairs and took a sip of coffee, pushing the figure along the sill. The sound moved down the steps, echoing into the sitting room and she leaned forward, breathing against the glass to create a circle of fog. “Hey,” she called over her shoulder, waiting for the response to determine which redhead had come down. She drew in her fog, three circles and copied the snowman to the pane.
Tugging her sweater around her, Ginny yawned and made her way downstairs. She hadn’t meant to fall asleep, but their bed was so comfy and then Echo had hopped up onto the blankets and Ginny was a lost cause. It was dark when she woke up and she was a little disoriented, the house quiet and Echo had long since left her. Moving downstairs, she hoped that Sam was home. It seemed like ages since they’d had any real time together. Ginny was always at practise, which was running later and longer and when she got home Morag was always about. Ginny genuinely liked the other woman and didn’t mind having her in the house, but adjusting to a housemate after so long living on their own was difficult.
Settling on the couch beside Sam, Ginny wrapped her arms around the other woman, nuzzling close. “Hey baby,” she smiled, pressing a kiss to her neck.
Sam’s smile grew and she promptly fell back onto her heels, leaving her mug on the sill so she could wrap her arms around Ginny. “Hey,” she greeted, kissing the other woman eagerly. “It’s snowing,” she said, her tone an excited whisper, giddy even as she stated the mundane fact. She leaned in to give her girlfriend another kiss before reaching out for her mug again, taking a sip. “How’d you sleep?”
“Horridly,” Ginny pulled a melodramatic face and snuggled against Sam, taking the mug out of her hands and taking a sip before returning it. “I was all alone!” Absently winding Sam’s curls around her finger, Ginny turned her head, watching the snow fall for a few moments. “D’you think it’ll be snowing when we get married?”
“Poor baby, so hard being you,” Sam teased, stroking Ginny’s cheek gently. “No one said you had to fall asleep up there, you know,” she pointed out, taking another sip. “Could have stayed down here with me, listened to the wireless, played with Augie. Very exciting stuff.” She laughed lightly and rested her head against Ginny’s, kissing the other woman on the tip of her nose.
She glanced back out the window and watched the flakes drifting down on the other side. “It might happen. I can hope, right. That’d be brilliant, wouldn’t it?”
“It is,” Ginny pouted for a moment but when it didn’t garner the sympathy she’d hoped for, she changed tactics. “The bed was so comfy, baby,” she told Sam, unable to keep from smiling at the light kiss. “And Echo was purring and you could’ve come upstairs. I sort of love sleeping with you, you know.”
Leaning forward, Ginny exhaled on the window, tracing a heart in the fog her breath left. She added Sam’s name to the heart, then turned and grinned cheekily at the other woman. “We can always make it snow, if you like.”
Sam brushed her hand over Ginny’s back, watching with a bright grin as she added her name to her drawing. “That’s not the same,” she pointed out, well aware of the option. “Weather charms aren’t the same as real snow. It doesn’t get the smell right...the whole feeling. That’s what I’d want.” She popped back up to her knees and kissed Ginny’s cheek before she climbed off the couch. “Come on.”
She tugged Ginny’s hand, letting go only to grab her jacket off the arm of the chair where she’d left it. The porch had it’s own warming charms but her wand was in the jacket pocket and the charms always needed a boost now and then. Expecting Ginny to follow, Sam swapped her mug from hand to hand as she shrugged on the jacket and slipped out the back door to the porch.
Snow made everything peaceful and still, she couldn’t think of anyone that didn’t love it. Sam fell onto the swing hanging at one end of the deck and patted the spot next to her. She laughed as Augie tore past Ginny through the door and leapt off the deck into the snowy yard.
Grabbing her cloak, Ginny jammed her feet into the boots that were lying by the back of the door and trailed Sam out, settling beside her on the porch swing. Slinging her arm over the back, Ginny tugged Sam close, pressing a kiss to her head. Augie burrowed through the snow, his nose to the ground as he tossed snow into the air, leaping up to catch it and Ginny matched Sam’s laugh, holding the other woman close.
Ginny had never doubted asking Sam to marry her, had never had second thoughts or any sort of hesitance, but if she had, this moment, and all the other moments like it, would’ve reaffirmed that she’d made the right decision. There wasn’t anything intrinsically important about this moment: just sitting in the snow, in the cold, watching a dog romp around the yard. But Ginny was happy. Purely and wholly happy and she hugged Sam again, pulling her closer and grinning. “I love you, baby.”
“Love you too, Gin,” Sam responded, snuggling into Ginny’s arms readily. She sipped her coffee and reached her free arm around Ginny, playing with her hair absently. “Always.” Her smile grew even wider, perfectly content in the moment, and she sipped the last of her coffee as she watched Augie leap about and snap at the snowflakes. “Think we need more lights out here?” she asked after a few minutes of comfortable silence. Much like the front and interior, Sam had spared little enthusiasm in decorating for the holiday, the whole deck was covered in twinkling fairy lights. “I could have put a few more I think.”
Laughing even thought Sam hadn’t understood the depth of her declaration, Ginny traced her fingers along the other woman’s shoulder. “I think a few more lights,” she responded seriously, stroking her chin in thought. “I don’t think they can see us from Ottery St Catchpole yet.” She squeezed Sam gently, then continued, her voice still serious. “Hey so, I don’t have to get you a Christmas present this year, right? I mean since I’m marrying you and all. That’s enough, yeah?”
“Sure they can,” Sam laughed, “They just aren’t looking hard enough. But I’ll put up another round, just because I like to make it easier for others.” She matched Ginny’s seriousness and calmly took a sip, finishing off her drink and set the mug on the porch before she rolled over in Ginny’s arms and swatted at her playfully. “Don’t you even try pulling that on me, Weasley, you aren’t getting off that easily! I’m serious!”
“Oi!” Ginny pulled a surprised face, trying not to grin. “I’m serious, too! Have you seen me? There’s loads of people who’d love to married to me,” her grin broke and she ducked her head, capturing Sam’s lips. “I chose you.” Although it had been many years since the jealousy issue with Harry had cropped up, with good reason, Ginny was aware that her words had more than one meaning. “I’ll always choose you.”
Sam’s hand slid up and held Ginny’s cheek, dragging out the kiss as long as she could, never ready to let go. “Oi,” she muttered quietly when she let Ginny pull back. “I said yes. I chose you,” she pointed out, winking playfully as she flashed her ring. “Isn’t that how it’s supposed to work?”
“You hiding some other girlfriends from me?” Ginny asked, pulling back slightly, schooling her face and somehow managing to hide the grin that was threatening to curl her lips. “Isn’t there only me?”
“There’s always only you, baby,” Sam muttered, scooting up along the swing to keep the gap closed, even as Ginny pulled back. “Who can even come close to you?” She added before kissing her again.
Unable to keep her smile away, Ginny wrapped her arms around Sam, holding her tight and deepening the kiss. “Exactly,” she said, when they broke for air, her grin wide and cheeky. “So that’s why marrying me is only the best Christmas present ever.”
“Well,” Sam grinned into the kiss, tickling the other woman’s side lightly. “I don’t know if I’d go that far.” She gave her another eager kiss before finally pulling away and pushing herself upright. “Besides, if that’s how it’s going to be,” she added, aiming for an airy, offhand tone, “I’ll just have to take back what I got you. Shame.”
Arching an eyebrow, Ginny gave into Sam’s teasing and looked the other woman over. “Yeah?” she asked, after a moment, slinging her arm over the back of the swing and trailing her finger through the snow piling up on the porch railing. “What’d you get me?”
“Mmmm,” Sam pressed her lips tight and shook her head. “Nope. Can’t tell you. Can’t tell you how it’s brilliant or that you’ll love it either.” She sat up straight on the bench and folded her arms, turning her head up and away to look at the falling snow. “Nope.”
“That’s not fair!” Never mind that Ginny was pretty sure Sam hadn’t gotten her anything, or at least she hoped she hadn’t because Ginny had only just figured out what she was giving Sam as a wedding present. She hadn’t even begun to think about Christmas. Sam twisted away on the seat and Ginny took the opportunity to scoop up a handful of snow and upend it over the other woman’s head.
“Too ba-AAH!” Sam hopped right off the bench and spun around to face Ginny, her mouth hanging open from the shock. “That’s not fair!” She squawked, hopping in place as she danced, trying to get the freezing slush off herself. “SO not fair,” she grabbed for the porch railing, scooping a handful of her own to ball up and fling at Ginny. She laughed happily and ran for the yard as soon as she’d tossed the ball, not even stopping to look if she’d hit her target before scurrying to get more ammunition.
“Oh, it’s well fair!” Ginny giggled back, dodging Sam’s snowball and ducking behind the railing, though it offered little in the way of protection. “You should just tell me what you got me! If it’s better than being married to me, I’ll get you something too!” Peeking up, Ginny grabbed another handful of snow, rolling it into a ball and aiming it at Sam.
Sam landed in the snow and excited Augie, sending him bouncing around and barking as she dropped to her knees and scooped snow. “What, cos marrying me isn’t gift enough?” She flung a snow ball at the porch, laughing when it hit the railing Ginny was crouching behind and exploded into a cloud of powder. She hadn’t actually picked a thing out, she still didn’t even know what sort of wedding present she was supposed to get for her. But she wasn’t about to admit any of that.
“If marrying me isn’t enough of a gift, then no!” Ginny shouted back, giggling. She tossed another snowball, watching through the balustrades as it hit the snow beside Sam, Augie chasing after it. She waited until Sam had turned away to pack another snowball, then launched herself off the porch and across the yard, tackling Sam in the snow, laughing.
“Good boy!” Sam called out, grinning as Augie bounded for the projectile. She let her guard down long enough to scoop up and pack a snowball and looked up just in time to feel Ginny catch her and tackle her into the snow. “Gin!” she said, half yelping, half laughing as she lifted a handful of snow to Ginny’s head above her before she squirmed in an attempt to flip them and pin Ginny into the snow.
Yelping as the snow melted and dripped down the back of her cloak and under her sweater, Ginny let her attention move from Sam long enough to grab a handful of snow, giggling as Augie barked and pranced around them, trying to join them.
Sam took advantage of Ginny’s distraction to push up and topple the other woman over, sending her into the snow. “Ha!” She grinned triumphantly and climbed on top of Ginny to hold her down, proud to actually get the better of her, a rare and exciting occurrence. “I’m brilliant, Weasley,” she taunted, tossing snow at her gently.
“I am, too!” Ginny crowed, shaking her head to get rid of the snow, but not moving enough to dislodge Sam. “We’re both brilliant?” She pursed her lips and raised up slightly, trying to get Sam to kiss her so she could flip them back and gain the upper hand.
“We are,” Sam agreed, falling for her girlfriend’s trap and leaned over to kiss her. She let her hands rest on Ginny’s sides rather in the cold snow to prop herself firmly. “I don’t know about gift worthy,” she whispered against her lips.
Wrapping her arms around Sam, Ginny heaved and rolled them over, Augie following their journey. ”Aha!” she crowed, happily, snogging Sam deeply and shivering against her, despite her cloak, the cold snow taking its toll. “I win!”
“Cheater,” Sam retorted half-heartedly, wrapping her arms around Ginny to kiss back. It took a few moments of kissing before she felt the freezing wetness that had been seeping through her thin clothes. She shivered and squeezed the other woman tightly, torn between getting up and just another few moments of kissing.
“Sore loser,” Ginny shot back, grinning. She deepened the kiss for a few moments before rolling off and hopping to her feet, holding her hand out for Sam. “C’mon, baby, I’m about to freeze off some fairly important parts.” She waggled her fingers and her eyebrows at the other woman.
“Anything but that,” Sam stammered, cold winning the battle for her attention. She reached out and grabbed Ginny’s hand, pulling herself upright and curled against her, tugging the damp cloak around her as well. “Those are my favourite bits.”
“OH, I see,” Ginny wrapped her arm around Sam, keeping her close as they walked back up towards the house, Augie dashing ahead of them. “You just like me cos of my skill in bed.” She unwrapped the cloak from her shoulders and placed it around Sam’s, squeezing the other woman’s arse as she entered the house before her.
“I’ve got an idea,” she closed the door and ducked her head, stopping inches away from Sam’s lips. “Meet you upstairs?”
Grateful, Sam tugged the cloak tightly around herself and hummed pleasantly at the flirting. “What kind of idea?” She started to ask, leaning in to close the unacceptable gap. “Meet? What are you going to do? Come with me. Warming myself up isn’t any fun.”
Rolling her eyes good naturedly, Ginny shook her head. “A surprise kind!” She kissed Sam quickly, then darted back, heading for the stairs. “Give me like, five minutes!” She called, hurrying up the stairs and into their room. She tugged off her damp and cold clothes, dropping them on the floor and padding naked into the bathroom. With a few waves of her wand, she’d lit the candles that were scattered about the bathroom, creating a soft, warm glow, and filled the bathtub with hot water.
It took a few more moments but Ginny was able to neaten up the room and add pale green, lavender scented bubbles to the warm water in the tub before leaning out the door and hollering for Sam. Ginny was waiting for Sam in the bedroom, ordering her to shut her eyes and made quick work of divesting the other woman of her clothes. She pressed quick kisses along her neck, resisting the urge to delve lower and lead Sam into the bathroom.
“I thought,” she started, allowing Sam to peek and leading her towards the bathtub, a wicked smile on her face. “We could warm up together.”