May 2nd: Making Love
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hp_may_madnessTitle: May 2nd: Making Love
Characters or Pairing: Astoria/Harry
Word Count: 1,181
Rating: Probably R; there's sexual content there, but it's less explicit than Chapter 1
Warnings: None
Challenge: Day 2: Vanilla Sex (you could probably include Again as well)
Astoria's eyes blinked open, and she rolled over to check the time. Almost nine in the morning. That was a surprise; she was usually an early riser. Then again, she had worked off two weeks' worth of excess energy last night...
She stretched her arms above her head and glanced over to her left, expecting to see Harry sleeping beside her, but she was alone in her bed. She frowned in disappointment, but she supposed it made sense. He'd probably gone home to his wife in the middle of the night.
"Good morning, Astoria. Hope you're hungry."
She sat up quickly as Harry walked into her bedroom, carrying a tray of eggs and bacon with him. It smelled delicious, but that was no surprise. Harry was an excellent cook and routinely treated her and Daphne to a tasty breakfast after a night of fun, which was how Astoria had turned into an early bird in the first place.
"Put it down over there, please," she said, nodding towards her bedside table. "And put a stasis charm on it so it doesn't get cold."
"You aren't hungry yet?" He set the food down and did as she asked.
"I am," she admitted, "but there are other things I have to take care of first." She shot him a flirty smile and winked to make her point clear, not that he'd have had any trouble connecting the dots on his own.
"Seriously?" he exclaimed, eyebrows raised. "You're still itching for more after last night?"
"Are you complaining?" she asked, staring at him skeptically.
"Of course not," he assured her. "I'm just surprised. I've never known you to turn down breakfast in bed. Especially after you've worked up such an appetite the night before."
"Last night was fun," she said, and they shared a smile. "It was just what I needed: a good, hard shagging. Now I want to make love."
"As you wish," he said softly. She never tired of hearing that phrase from him, and he knew it. He smiled at her and sat back down beside her on the bed. He held his arms open in invitation, and she happily pulled herself into his embrace. Harry's strong arms wrapped around her slim body, and he pulled in for a tender kiss. They'd kissed a few times throughout the course of their activities last night, but this was altogether different. Their tongues did not fight for dominance this time, and there was no hair pulling (primarily by her, since his arms had been bound for most of the night.) This was slow and sweet, a kiss reserved for lovers. She closed her eyes and let herself get swept up in her feelings. Brother-in-law or not, she truly did love this man.
She could've gone on kissing him for hours, but eventually he maneuvered them so she was on her back and he hovered over her. She'd gone to bed nude, but he'd put his nightshirt and boxers back on when he went and made breakfast, so it was time for those to go. He pulled the nightshirt over his head and tossed it on the ground, and then she helped him lower his boxers.
He took his time, kissing his way down her neck and to her breasts, which he began lavishing plenty of attention on. She moaned and ran her hands through his hair, encouraging him to keep his face right where it was.
He entered her slowly, and she groaned at the sensation. She'd said she wanted to make love, and that's exactly what he was doing. He started moving within her, taking his time and moving at a very deliberate pace. One of the major pluses of all this, in her opinion, was that he was able to continue worshipping her breasts throughout it all. She may not have been blessed with a bust as large as Daphne's, but that didn't mean she enjoyed Harry's treatment of them any less.
Last night had been exactly what she needed at the time, and this was exactly what she needed now. She wrapped her legs around Harry's waist, wanting to keep his body as close to hers as possible. She placed a tender kiss on the top of his head, then rested her head back on her mildly comfortable pillow. This was going to be a long one, and she wanted to be as comfortable as possible.
---
"Are you two having fun?"
Astoria's eyes popped open. She'd been perfectly relaxed, enjoying having Harry's head between her legs after having gone far too long without, and apparently he'd been just as caught up in his oral efforts since he also hadn't reacted to their visitor until she spoke.
The two of them sat up, but they didn't bother trying to get under the covers or otherwise protect their modesty. They both knew that voice very well, and there was no need to hide anything from her view.
Daphne was standing at the door to Astoria's bedroom, dressed in the crisp black robes she wore to work every day in her job at the Department of Magical Accidents and Catastrophes.
"Why're you dressed for work?" Astoria asked, frowning at her sister. "Mum said you were going in late on your first day back."
"I did. It's one in the afternoon, and since it's been about sixteen hours since I've seen my husband, I thought I'd visit his last known location."
Astoria's eyes widened, but her bedside clock confirmed that her sister had been telling the truth. She knew she was in for a long bout of lovemaking, but not even she could've guessed they'd pass so many hours in a haze of kissing, cuddling, sleeping, and of course sex.
'Wait...it's one in the afternoon? On May 2nd?'
"Shit!" Astoria shouted. "The Holyhead Harpies are hosting an afternoon brunch for their fan club today, and I'm supposed to be there in 45 minutes to take photos!"
She shot up off the bed, hurried to her wardrobe and started pulling out fresh clothes in a panic. Her stomach grumbled in protest now that she was up and on her feet, and she looked towards the bedside table where Harry had left her breakfast so many hours ago, but the plate was nowhere to be seen.
"If you're looking for the eggs and bacon, I already ate it all," Daphne said, smiling at her innocently.
"What? Why the hell'd you do that?!"
"You two were passed out in each other's arms, I was hungry and you've hogged my personal chef long enough," Daphne said with a shrug, not looking at all guilty about stealing her sister's meal (or about referring to her husband as her personal chef, though Astoria didn't take notice of the latter.)
"Bitch," Astoria grumbled as she dashed out of her bedroom, carrying her trainers with her (when it came to her photography, practicality won out over fashion every time.)
"Nice to see you too, Tori," Daphne teased as her younger sister ran past her. "My honeymoon was lovely, thanks for asking."
Characters or Pairing: Astoria/Harry
Word Count: 1,181
Rating: Probably R; there's sexual content there, but it's less explicit than Chapter 1
Warnings: None
Challenge: Day 2: Vanilla Sex (you could probably include Again as well)
Astoria's eyes blinked open, and she rolled over to check the time. Almost nine in the morning. That was a surprise; she was usually an early riser. Then again, she had worked off two weeks' worth of excess energy last night...
She stretched her arms above her head and glanced over to her left, expecting to see Harry sleeping beside her, but she was alone in her bed. She frowned in disappointment, but she supposed it made sense. He'd probably gone home to his wife in the middle of the night.
"Good morning, Astoria. Hope you're hungry."
She sat up quickly as Harry walked into her bedroom, carrying a tray of eggs and bacon with him. It smelled delicious, but that was no surprise. Harry was an excellent cook and routinely treated her and Daphne to a tasty breakfast after a night of fun, which was how Astoria had turned into an early bird in the first place.
"Put it down over there, please," she said, nodding towards her bedside table. "And put a stasis charm on it so it doesn't get cold."
"You aren't hungry yet?" He set the food down and did as she asked.
"I am," she admitted, "but there are other things I have to take care of first." She shot him a flirty smile and winked to make her point clear, not that he'd have had any trouble connecting the dots on his own.
"Seriously?" he exclaimed, eyebrows raised. "You're still itching for more after last night?"
"Are you complaining?" she asked, staring at him skeptically.
"Of course not," he assured her. "I'm just surprised. I've never known you to turn down breakfast in bed. Especially after you've worked up such an appetite the night before."
"Last night was fun," she said, and they shared a smile. "It was just what I needed: a good, hard shagging. Now I want to make love."
"As you wish," he said softly. She never tired of hearing that phrase from him, and he knew it. He smiled at her and sat back down beside her on the bed. He held his arms open in invitation, and she happily pulled herself into his embrace. Harry's strong arms wrapped around her slim body, and he pulled in for a tender kiss. They'd kissed a few times throughout the course of their activities last night, but this was altogether different. Their tongues did not fight for dominance this time, and there was no hair pulling (primarily by her, since his arms had been bound for most of the night.) This was slow and sweet, a kiss reserved for lovers. She closed her eyes and let herself get swept up in her feelings. Brother-in-law or not, she truly did love this man.
She could've gone on kissing him for hours, but eventually he maneuvered them so she was on her back and he hovered over her. She'd gone to bed nude, but he'd put his nightshirt and boxers back on when he went and made breakfast, so it was time for those to go. He pulled the nightshirt over his head and tossed it on the ground, and then she helped him lower his boxers.
He took his time, kissing his way down her neck and to her breasts, which he began lavishing plenty of attention on. She moaned and ran her hands through his hair, encouraging him to keep his face right where it was.
He entered her slowly, and she groaned at the sensation. She'd said she wanted to make love, and that's exactly what he was doing. He started moving within her, taking his time and moving at a very deliberate pace. One of the major pluses of all this, in her opinion, was that he was able to continue worshipping her breasts throughout it all. She may not have been blessed with a bust as large as Daphne's, but that didn't mean she enjoyed Harry's treatment of them any less.
Last night had been exactly what she needed at the time, and this was exactly what she needed now. She wrapped her legs around Harry's waist, wanting to keep his body as close to hers as possible. She placed a tender kiss on the top of his head, then rested her head back on her mildly comfortable pillow. This was going to be a long one, and she wanted to be as comfortable as possible.
---
"Are you two having fun?"
Astoria's eyes popped open. She'd been perfectly relaxed, enjoying having Harry's head between her legs after having gone far too long without, and apparently he'd been just as caught up in his oral efforts since he also hadn't reacted to their visitor until she spoke.
The two of them sat up, but they didn't bother trying to get under the covers or otherwise protect their modesty. They both knew that voice very well, and there was no need to hide anything from her view.
Daphne was standing at the door to Astoria's bedroom, dressed in the crisp black robes she wore to work every day in her job at the Department of Magical Accidents and Catastrophes.
"Why're you dressed for work?" Astoria asked, frowning at her sister. "Mum said you were going in late on your first day back."
"I did. It's one in the afternoon, and since it's been about sixteen hours since I've seen my husband, I thought I'd visit his last known location."
Astoria's eyes widened, but her bedside clock confirmed that her sister had been telling the truth. She knew she was in for a long bout of lovemaking, but not even she could've guessed they'd pass so many hours in a haze of kissing, cuddling, sleeping, and of course sex.
'Wait...it's one in the afternoon? On May 2nd?'
"Shit!" Astoria shouted. "The Holyhead Harpies are hosting an afternoon brunch for their fan club today, and I'm supposed to be there in 45 minutes to take photos!"
She shot up off the bed, hurried to her wardrobe and started pulling out fresh clothes in a panic. Her stomach grumbled in protest now that she was up and on her feet, and she looked towards the bedside table where Harry had left her breakfast so many hours ago, but the plate was nowhere to be seen.
"If you're looking for the eggs and bacon, I already ate it all," Daphne said, smiling at her innocently.
"What? Why the hell'd you do that?!"
"You two were passed out in each other's arms, I was hungry and you've hogged my personal chef long enough," Daphne said with a shrug, not looking at all guilty about stealing her sister's meal (or about referring to her husband as her personal chef, though Astoria didn't take notice of the latter.)
"Bitch," Astoria grumbled as she dashed out of her bedroom, carrying her trainers with her (when it came to her photography, practicality won out over fashion every time.)
"Nice to see you too, Tori," Daphne teased as her younger sister ran past her. "My honeymoon was lovely, thanks for asking."