Sinners

SINNERS: two (bodies)

"Why did you go?"

Damn, he remembered.

Ginny bit her cheeks, flushing, looking anywhere but at him. How was it even possible to hate someone you had just kissed like you depended on them to live? Oh, she was in trouble, she knew it, could smell it from here. "Everybody was talking," she started quietly, whispering almost. "I wanted to know. I walked the streets everyday and everyone ogled me as if I was dirt on their toes. I don't know how my brother knew, but he started seeing me differently as well. I had to know."

He literally hung his head. "It's all my fault. I shouldn't have kept going. I am... sorry." She could see it cost him to apologise, and felt all the more humbled by him.

Shaking her head, she placed her hands on his lean hips. "Draco, no. Don't say that. If anything, I shouldn't have gone in the first place."
Draco's gaze suddenly hardened, and he released her with a curse. Ginny stumbled, gripping a nearby potted plant to keep her balance. "What -" she managed before she was cut.

"Do you have any idea how - what I..." Draco began pacing, raking his fingers through his pale hair. Ginny watched as though detached from her body. Speechless. Gaping. Heart thumping to get out of her chest - or her throat. All of a sudden he stopped, and his eyes, those pale silvery orbs, held hers.

Her heart stopped. He stepped forward, just out of reach, but he seemed so much closer. "I never want you to say that again," he ground out through gritted teeth.

"But -"

"I don't regret a minute."

"I didn't m -"

"Dammit." Closing off the distance, he pulled her in by the neck and kissed her. It was hot, openmouthed, and messy. His tongue probed, retreated, and came back again, recalling the act of lovemaking. Ginny's body melted into him, helpless to his warm touch and his hard body.

She was suddenly pushed back against a low wall. Draco stepped into her, crowding her. She pulled him closer, greedy for more of him.
Draco's lips grazed her ear, his hot breath tickling the sensitive skin there. "Do you regret it?" he asked, his voice somewhere between a rasp and a murmur. At the sound, her core ached.

She moaned lowly. "No. Not... anymore."

His fingers dug into her skin.

"Why?" he asked, brushing his lips steadily toward her collarbone.

"It was too..." she took a shaky breath "God."

Draco pulled back slightly, smiling. His eyes sparked with mischief. "You mean good?"

"You felt real."

He delicately palmed her cheek, watching her lean into his hand. "You too."

As he kissed her again, memories of that night at the Polyjuice brothel assailed her. She arched into him, pressing her breasts against his firm chest, and revelled in the deep purr that emanated from his throat. Ginny's hands wandered over crisp, perfectly pleated fabric, yearning for a touch of skin. As her fingers found the warm nape of his neck, she sighed into his mouth, burrowing her hands deep into his hair. She loved the luxurious golden thickness that played between her fingers, and wondered what it would feel like against her breasts.

His own hands sought her breasts, her waist, and finally her arse, bringing her closer to the erection straining his slacks. They both broke apart, panting.

"You want to take this somewhere private?" he asked over her mouth, voice husky and raw from his arousal.

"What do you think?" she replied with a little twist of the mouth.

His immediate response was to haul her after him, up the steep stairs of the balcony, past it and into the bustling reception room. Laughing after him, Ginny let him drag her, watched as he muscled his way through the thick crowd toward the cloakroom beyond.

She was often stopped by guests commenting on this or that and by the fifth, she couldn't help but be amused by Draco's impatience.
"Oh my, is that Draco Malfoy with you?" one younger publicist breathed as she noticed Draco tugging Ginny along.

"Er, yes." Ginny smiled as she disappeared through the throngs, no doubt leaving the poor girl going mad with speculation about her boss... There might even be office gossip tomorrow... Not to mention photos in the Prophet... Draco was famous enough to warrant a full-page article...

Ginny stopped dead in her tracks.

Draco looked back, annoyed. "Would you -"

"Wait." She tugged her hand free, face flaming. "I don't want my face in the papers tomorrow."

His face softened, and he nodded. At the door, they met Viviane and Draco's agent, both of them discussing quietly. As Viviane caught sight of Draco, her face split into a perfect radiant smile and she broke away from the greying man, hips positively sashaying for Draco.

"Draco! We were looking for you. Bernardo has good plans for you and me - Oh. And who is that?" she asked bluntly, eyeing Ginny like she'd just spoiled a delectable fruit - Draco.

Draco stepped closer to Ginny. "No one you should know," he drawled coldly, then checked that Ginny was cloaked before throwing over his shoulder, "Evening."

The two of them stepped out into the cold and stopped some way past the glaring lights of the building. Snowflakes had started drifting overhead, a change from the controlled climate in the hotel's gardens. An awkwardness that had not been there before reared its ugly head, and Draco found himself hesitating as he asked, "So... you place or mine?"

Ginny's cheeks flushed, not just from the wind. "Mine."

For a few moments there was silence, then Draco glanced back at the door to the Hôtel Vasseaux. A slow smirk crept onto his face.

Ginny elbowed him. "What."

He jerked his chin. "Way I was brought up, the hostess does not leave her own party." They both chuckled. "Listen, I don't want to pressure you."

"No, it's just..." She breathed, trying to wade through her muddled thoughts. "I don't want a one-night stand."

He surprised them both with his answer. "It doesn't have to be one." Then, cheekily, he added, "It can be two, three, four..."

She snorted. "Smart arse. I didn't take you for one. I might have to re-think my decision to take you home."

"Please don't."

She whistled. "So polite... I might have to concur."

"There's a God in heaven." He stepped in, and she could see the red tip of his nose. Somehow that seemed very important. She didn't know why. Then he rested his hands on her hips as she stood there smiling like an idiot, likely. He dipped in. "You going to wait 'til we're popsicles? I don't know where you live."

She Disapparated, blushing. His hands on her were something real in that short moment of unreality. She reappeared in the middle of her living room. The entire place was dark until she lighted a few lamps, and suddenly it was like outside all over again. Here she was, baring her all to him, letting him see a slice of her life: how she lived, the kinds of furniture she owned, the colours she liked... It was... overwhelming.

"Quaint." Draco was eyeballing the décor, the fixtures, the bookshelves in the corner, the simple drapery on the window, then returned his gaze to Ginny. "And that's not a bad thing," he added pointedly.

"You want to sit?" He gestured to her couch after a moment. It was a ratty old thing she'd covered with a beautiful cream couch sheath.

She shook herself out of her torpor and shrugged out of her cloak, taking Draco's discarded one as well. "Um, no. You want something to eat? Drink? I've port, scotch, gin... water..."

When she turned, Draco was right behind her. "I'll have gin, thanks."

Numbly she ratted off where she kept her alcohol. "Um, I have to freshen up. I'll be right back. Help yourself."

Once inside the loo, she leaned back on the door, thinking Oh God, oh God, I can't do this. It felt strange, too intimate, here in her flat. Cursing, she flipped the light on and pushed from the door, catching her reflection in the mirror. Her cheeks were glowing, her eyes brilliant, her lips thoroughly plumped. She looked like she'd just been ravaged. As she touched her wind-blown hair and felt the bobby pins sticking out at wrong angles, she knew that wasn't only the wind.

For a moment she debated over the bobby pins. Leave in or not? In the end, hair didn't matter, so she removed them. Her long fiery locks tumbled down in waves past her emerald-clad breasts. Absently, she raked her fingers through them to untangle the worst of it.

It looked fine.

Her heart thumped. Time to face Draco.

Suddenly she fretted over her hair again, wanting to look good and sexy for him. Would he like her hair like this? He won't care. Right. Time to go.

Ginny emerged from the bathroom, heading toward the kitchen, when she stopped. Draco, illuminated by the glaring overhead kitchen lights, was frowning absently at a glass of gin. Then he lifted it, his gaze locking onto her. The small glass stopped its journey to his lips.

Ginny fidgeted under his stare. "Is it good? I opened it for New Year's with my family, I don't know if it's too old."

He cleared his throat. Lowered his eyes to his glass. "It's good." Then deposited the glass on the countertop. "Are we okay?"

"What do you -" As he glanced pointedly behind her at the bathroom door, she understood. "Oh, I... I wanted to..." look presentable to you "... freshen up," she finished lamely.

"If you're uncomfortable..."

"No, I... wanted to do this. With you. I do."

A long moment passed where he stared at her, seeming to search her for signs of apprehension, then pushed away from the counter. "All right." And he gathered her, claiming her mouth. "God I want you."

The effect was nearly immediate. Ginny's entire being hummed with want, her insecurities all but forgotten. He accepted her, he respected her, and that was far more than she would have expected from Draco Malfoy. But beneath all that well-bred cool exterior, there was warmth. If she was allowed to touch it, then she would, and without remorse.

"Draco... bed... upstairs..."

Her flat had a little panelled-off mezzanine where she slept. Alfter living so many years at the Burrow with several bedrooms on the upper floors, she'd felt a bit icky about one-floor flats when it came time to choosing her own living quarters. This one had been a choice made in heaven. Now Draco walked them toward the spiralling stairs. Ginny smiled into his mouth when she found herself suddenly towering over him, having to bend in order to keep his lips on hers.

"Don't you dare laugh at me. I am so taller than you," he growled when she began giggling from the uncomfortable position.

"I wouldn't," she said as solemnly as she could muster.

"Liar."

And so they finally made it to the elevated bedroom. "Cute," he commented at her childhood teddy bear, all torn and well-used, on the bed. "Can I toss it? I'm really not into threesomes."

Ginny allowed a pause before teasing him lightly as he bent to throw it away. "What if I am?" He tensed, eyes flaring. She lost her tantalising smile. "Um, toss it." And he did.

Before he could straighten, however, she sidled next to him and pushed him down onto the bed. He landed on his side with a surprised yelp, drawing her down with him. "Someone's playing unfair tonight..." he taunted even as he nuzzled her neck.

"Can't help it. You make me want to be naughty. Will you spank me?" she asked as seriously as she could.

Though his eyes flared again, he replied just as seriously. "Maybe. If you're nice. By the way, you are such a cock-tease."

Chuckling, she straddled him, the skirt of her gown fanning over his legs. "Let me help," she purred, running her hands down his body, deliberately skimming his bulge.

She watched Draco's eyes smolder as he sucked in a breath. "Merlin, kill me, why don't you."

She crawled up his body and settled over his straining length, catching his lips with hers. He palmed her thighs and ground her arse into him. They both moaned.

Hands flying over the back of her dress, Draco assessed its workings. Zipper. Phew. He unhooked the small safety button, then unzipped her dress, feeling like a little boy on Christmas morning. Except now he didn't get a hissing dragon replica but a real, warm, live, human-sized woman. The best gift yet. He'd had it once in the past, he should know. He knew what to expect. Couldn't wait. Plunged his hands into the bodice of her gown. Had to unplug his mouth. Breathe through it.

Ginny arched into the touch, feeling rather than seeing her nipples peak. God, his hands were warm. Soft as ever. Long-fingered. His teeth grazed her skin as he quickly pushed her bodice down. Disentangling herself, she stood over him, removing the rest for him. Baring all.
He remained rigid for a few beats, drinking her in. Lingering on prize places. Closed his eyes because he couldn't take anymore. As soon as he felt her thighs slide down on his he flipped them both over.

"God, you're so beautiful."

"You need to lose those clothes."

"They feel itchy right now," he agreed.

"Let me help." She made his jacket and dress shirt the work of a moment, lithe fingers flying over the buttons. Then she pushed it off his shoulders and got her second look at him. He was... a bit thicker than she remembered. He must hit the gym regularly, she found herself thinking, then latched onto a flat male nipple while she worked on his slacks. They were undone in an instant, her hands digging inside and to the back, finding flexed ripe peaches. "You work out," she remarked appreciatively.

He pecked her. "Are you saying I was flabby meat last time?"

She pecked him back. "Well, no, but I just noticed you're harder."

He howled with laughter. "Get to the front and you'll find out just how much."

She swatted him. "You just killed the moment."

"I swear! Take a look-see."

"I can feel it, thank you."

He beamed back, proudly. "Feels good, eh?"

Ginny groaned. "Men." He grinned. She pushed his fancy trousers down. And grinned herself. "Reggie Mental, eh?" she asked lightly, stroking his hard naked cheeks.

"No more so than you, darling."

Looking down, Ginny saw that, true to his word, he was also hard. Jutting up. Reaching between them, she made Draco lose his grin. He was long, thick, smooth, and as he thrusted slowly into her hand, Ginny watched his face. Total wonder. Perfect Greek god in her bed. In her hand. On her.

Soon in her.

She shivered hotly. God, she couldn't wait.

Suddenly he shifted away. "Stop. Not going to... last." His raw, sexy voice got into her system, into her head and, as he slithered down her body, she knew what he was on to, but couldn't help the surprised cry that tore out of her throat as he ghosted a finger over her slit, wanting admission. She split her thighs for him, brushing a hand through his golden hair.

Before anything else, he kissed her lingering palm, then finally - finally - put his mouth to the vee of her thighs, tearing another cry out of her mouth. His tongue was marvelous, making her shiver one moment on the edge of reason, then moan and writhe the next, wanting deeper, much deeper. Warmth spilled onto his tongue and he lapped it up, his purr of appreciation a catalyser for something extraordinary and achy inside of her. She gripped her comforter, bracing herself for the ride.

Just when she thought she would explode from his ministrations, he retreated, then flipped her to her knees. "I want you like this. Is that all right?"

God, he sounded polite even when aroused beyond reason.

"Yes. Merlin, yes."

His hands dug into the flesh of her arse in anticipation. Her core wept for him even as he positioned himself at her entrance. Then he slid home. They both hissed. She arched. "Draco."

Suddenly he was pumping, slowly, delectably so. His breath was on her neck, his chest glued to her back. One hand held her hair to the side, his lips now on her nape. The thought of him so wrapped around her was hot and more erotic than she'd ever felt before. Yet, this felt... right. She could feel every stroke, every sweep, every touch. His free hand now went to her breast, stroking and kneading until the tip became rock hard between his fingers. His tongue felt hot and left her skin bereft as he swept it between her shoulderblades, purring as he did. Now his rhythm picked up as she felt him kick in her.

If she could choose a death, this was how she'd choose to bite it. Death by sex.

Draco pulled her along as he sat up, still thrusting, and she approved of the change by pulling him in for a breathy, openmouthed kiss. He tasted of gin and spices as she swept through his mouth, drawing and holding his breath. Coasting almost to a stop but for a few slow strokes, Draco explored her mouth for a few seconds, then nuzzled her neck and reprised where he'd left off. She still tasted the salt of his skin, felt the sweat of his chest on her equally sweaty back and the quick stab of him in her.

This was... heaven.

Ginny tumbled into sweet oblivion just as Draco's fingers found her nub. Crying out, she gave in to the sensations: the hands worshipping her body, the hard length her body cradled, the flesh behind her. The man behind it all. She didn't know how long it lasted, just that, as she eased back into her ody, Draco's hands were stroking her thighs. He was spent. Breathing hard.

"Hey," he said softly, brushing her hair aside and resting his chin on her shoulder.

"Hey yourself." She grabbed hold of his other hand as it traveled over her heated skin. And just held it. She didn't want to ever let go.

"You want to clean up?"

"No. I just want to sleep."

"Mm. Same here." Pulling out, he flopped down ungracefully into her bed, looking completely replete. If she hadn't already been sated, Ginny would have jumped him. Sexy smoky eyes and all. Pride swooped low into her belly. She'd done that.

Instead, she only laid down next to him, sighing when he gathered her into his arms, tucking his nose into her hair. Sleep came fast. They slept like that, sweaty limbs to sweaty limbs, like the world had stopped around them.

In a way, it had. No car sounds, no teenagers out in the streets, no windstorm disturbed them. Until the next morning.