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lrthunder82Title: A Storm of Temptation
Author: LRThunder
Pairing: Harry/Ginny
Word Count: 568
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Underage (Harry 17, Ginny 16), exhibitionism, public sex
Challenge: Day 18 kink: brontophilia (arousal by thunderstorms)
Author's Note: This is the last one I'll be posting for a few days, since I'll be out of town. However, I will still be writing. :)
Two things tested Harry's willpower. First, there was the fact that Ginny was in her bikini. And it wasn't just a bikini, it was a blue, polka dotted one. She had one that was similar and it drove many a wank-filled fantasy during his sixth year.
Second was the thunderstorm that struck suddenly. One minute, the sky had been clear; the next, lightning struck and thunder boomed overhead. The storm soaked Ron and Hermione as they ran back to the house, while Harry and Ginny, probably foolishly, sought shelter under a tree. After that first lightning bolt, there wasn't any more, but there was still plenty of thunder.
For some reason, Harry was aroused by thunderstorms. Maybe it had to do with the fact he had overheard George and Angelina having sex in the locker room after a stormy practice during fifth year.
Regardless, Harry was stuck under a tree with his girlfriend, no, his ex-girlfriend until the storm passed. He knew it wouldn't be safe for her while Voldemort waged war across the country. He willed himself to look away from Ginny.
It didn't last long. He turned back to face her to find her eyes gazing at him. Well, his hands, anyway. Much to his chagrin, he discovered his right hand at his crotch, like he was prepared for a nice long wank.
Ginny didn't say a word. Instead, she put one hand on top of his, while she lowered a bikini strap with the other. She switched hands so she could take off her bikini top. Before Harry could object, she leaned forward to kiss him. He knew he should stop her, but he couldn't muster the willpower.
The storm continued as the young couple continued snogging. Ginny pressed her breasts against his bare chest, causing him to moan. She pulled away and grinned. Standing up, she pulled down her bikini bottoms, then gestured for Harry to do the same. He was only too happy to comply.
The storm intensified as did their lust for each other. The rain pounded the ground as Harry started pounding her pussy. Her moans and cries were drowned out by the sound of thunder and rainfall. She clung tightly to him. Lightning flashed near his eyes, although that may have been his orgasm as he came inside her.
The wind was light, but there was so much rain that even the grass and dirt near them turned to mud. Consequently, Ginny was on her hands and knees as Harry took her from behind. The roar of the storm reached deafening proportions. He could barely hear her cries of pleasure as she joined him in orgasmic bliss.
Finally, the storm began to dissipate, and they were able to dress. They walked back to the house, hand in hand. This would be the last time they would have any privacy. Tomorrow, the guests for Bill and Fleur's wedding would start arriving.
The others only noted their return before returning to what they had been doing. Harry and Ginny walked upstairs before stopping at her bedroom door. "Ginny, why?"
She smiled as she blushed. "You're not the only one who's aroused by thunderstorms." She kissed him one last time before entering her room and closing the door. Harry returned to Ron's room with a smile on his face. He didn't explain why, or there would be a thunderstorm of a different nature.
Author: LRThunder
Pairing: Harry/Ginny
Word Count: 568
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Underage (Harry 17, Ginny 16), exhibitionism, public sex
Challenge: Day 18 kink: brontophilia (arousal by thunderstorms)
Author's Note: This is the last one I'll be posting for a few days, since I'll be out of town. However, I will still be writing. :)
Two things tested Harry's willpower. First, there was the fact that Ginny was in her bikini. And it wasn't just a bikini, it was a blue, polka dotted one. She had one that was similar and it drove many a wank-filled fantasy during his sixth year.
Second was the thunderstorm that struck suddenly. One minute, the sky had been clear; the next, lightning struck and thunder boomed overhead. The storm soaked Ron and Hermione as they ran back to the house, while Harry and Ginny, probably foolishly, sought shelter under a tree. After that first lightning bolt, there wasn't any more, but there was still plenty of thunder.
For some reason, Harry was aroused by thunderstorms. Maybe it had to do with the fact he had overheard George and Angelina having sex in the locker room after a stormy practice during fifth year.
Regardless, Harry was stuck under a tree with his girlfriend, no, his ex-girlfriend until the storm passed. He knew it wouldn't be safe for her while Voldemort waged war across the country. He willed himself to look away from Ginny.
It didn't last long. He turned back to face her to find her eyes gazing at him. Well, his hands, anyway. Much to his chagrin, he discovered his right hand at his crotch, like he was prepared for a nice long wank.
Ginny didn't say a word. Instead, she put one hand on top of his, while she lowered a bikini strap with the other. She switched hands so she could take off her bikini top. Before Harry could object, she leaned forward to kiss him. He knew he should stop her, but he couldn't muster the willpower.
The storm continued as the young couple continued snogging. Ginny pressed her breasts against his bare chest, causing him to moan. She pulled away and grinned. Standing up, she pulled down her bikini bottoms, then gestured for Harry to do the same. He was only too happy to comply.
The storm intensified as did their lust for each other. The rain pounded the ground as Harry started pounding her pussy. Her moans and cries were drowned out by the sound of thunder and rainfall. She clung tightly to him. Lightning flashed near his eyes, although that may have been his orgasm as he came inside her.
The wind was light, but there was so much rain that even the grass and dirt near them turned to mud. Consequently, Ginny was on her hands and knees as Harry took her from behind. The roar of the storm reached deafening proportions. He could barely hear her cries of pleasure as she joined him in orgasmic bliss.
Finally, the storm began to dissipate, and they were able to dress. They walked back to the house, hand in hand. This would be the last time they would have any privacy. Tomorrow, the guests for Bill and Fleur's wedding would start arriving.
The others only noted their return before returning to what they had been doing. Harry and Ginny walked upstairs before stopping at her bedroom door. "Ginny, why?"
She smiled as she blushed. "You're not the only one who's aroused by thunderstorms." She kissed him one last time before entering her room and closing the door. Harry returned to Ron's room with a smile on his face. He didn't explain why, or there would be a thunderstorm of a different nature.
