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Chance Encounters of the Close Kind	By : sabbah Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 2253 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The week following Gin's assault and the revelation that he was going to be a father ad led up to their second training mission, and it had been at once hectic but satisfying. Ade was doing the polite thing and dating Gin before they went any further. He wanted her with the heat of a thousand blazing suns, but he kept his touch only promising and rarely crossed that unspoken line between them.
He was looking at her with a sense of wonder now. Now that he'd had time to process the fact that he was going to be a father, he was looking at his life and following all the little paths that that road could lead to. They hadn't talked about their options since that first day, but it was always there, lingering behind every word they spoke to each other and sooner rather than later, they were going to have to confront it. But for now they were getting to know each other first to be better able to make that decision when the time came.
Ade could tell Bill was more than pleased that their relationship had improved significantly. There were still moments of tension since they were both strong willed strong minded alphas, but they were smoothed over then forgotten with a nice snog when they were able to sneak away for a moment or ten.
Grinning with the memory of their last fight and the snog that had followed, Ade waved his wand and set up the last tent just outside the Painted Caves in France. The area was clear of tourists, shut down until the mysterious energy that was pulsating from the cave could be identified and dealt with. A dig in one of the side caverns had brought up ancient stone carvings that were emitting odd energies that made the archaeologists woozy and were killing the rodents and wildlife in the surrounding area, even with nearly sixty meters of rock between them. Ade didn't feel comfortable knowing that Gin would be helping them look over the statues, but he was going to make sure that ever precaution was taken before anyone, especially Gin, was let down there.
For her part, Ginny had just learned the magical joys of morning sickness. Living with her parents at the Burrow, it was pretty hard to hide, too. She'd started getting up earlier, and making sure that when she went to the bathroom, she took her wand for silencing charms on the doors. She thought her mother was looking at her oddly, but she continued to keep a bright smile plastered to her face and otherwise ignore what she had started referring to as her condition when she talked to Ade.

Tabitha was a bit of a thorn in her side, apparently having overestimated her ability to get over Ade. But she didn't push anymore. Just looked at him longingly. Ade ignored it, as did everyone else. But it made Ginny a bit uncomfortable. It was fine now, while she was traveling with him. But what about in a year when she was tired and cranky and left home with his baby? Would he....

Shaking herself to disrupt that thought, she looked over at where he'd been setting up the tents and smiled, wondering briefly how the bunking arrangements were going to work. Before she'd joined the team, Tabitha had always bunked with one of the guys. But now that there were two girls....

Well, it wasn't her problem. She wasn't in charge of those arrangements.

She was in charge of dinner.

Too bad she hadn't learned as much about cooking as she had about Runes. Still, she was enough of her mother's daughter that she was managing.

Finally, dinner was finished about the same time the tents were up and the group converged on the campfire, Ginny subconsciously seeking out Ade and sitting close enough that their thighs brushed as they settled onto their blanket, plates in their laps.
It was an unspoken thing that Gin and Ade were together. No one asked, they didn't tell, but it was hard to miss the lingering affectionate touches he'd give her or his ready smile or the fact that Ade laughed more than he had before. Ade looked over at Gin, regretting that the girls had a tent for themselves. Bill couldn't in good conscious let them have their own tent when they weren't married and despite Ade's groaning was making Gin and Tabby share a tent. He couldn't let his sister nor his best friend have special privileges otherwise he'd have to let all his team members bring their girlfriends and wives with them.
Absently rubbing his hand up and down Gin's back as the team talked and laughed, he ate with his free hand and pointedly ignored Tabby's looks. She didn't say anything nor had she done anything overt but the looks were getting annoying and Ade was a bit concerned about Gin and Tabby sharing the same space together for any length of time.
"So what do you think's down there?" John asked once their compliments had been given to the chef and most of the food eaten. "The curses from the date the caves are estimated to have last been used were fairly primitive and harmless, based more on the fear of a word than the actual power behind it."
"Who says that the sculptures are from the era of the cave paintings?" Ade mused. "They could've been stored there at any time."
"Besides, the people who painted the caves and used them venerated wildlife. They wouldn't have made something that would kill it. They didn't have agriculture, yet. I think the statues are foreign to the cave-dwellers. The question is, pre- or post-?" Ginny spoke up.

Tabitha's eyes shot over to Ginny, and she nodded slowly. "Really could be either. Dating techniques off of rock paint are fuzzy as it is. But I'd put my money on post."
"Unless the paintings were made to contain them," Justin spoke up, garnering more nods from the others.

"Probably a moot point until we get to the statues themselves and run some tests. But first we need to look at the wildlife being effected," Bill cut in.

"That would be my job," Justin told Ginny. "I'm the Magical Creatures specialist on the team."

She'd wondered about that. All of them had to have Os in Charms, Arithmancy, and Defense. But the other subjects had been quite assorted. Turning, she looked at Bill. "What was I hired to specialize in?" she asked with a grin.

"Why, Transfiguration, baby sister," he said with a laugh. "Don't think I didn't see the reports on your NEWTs."

Ginny grinned, having received her registry card not that long ago.
"Ade's the potions guru, Tabby and John are the runes specialists, Marco's on hieroglyphics and ancient languages, Jasper's speciality is charms and hexes," Bill said nodding to everyone on the team. "And I just sit at camp eating all the food shouting slogans like 'keep up the good work' and 'nice job everyone.'"
"And he's done it too," Jasper said giving Bill a mock dirty look. "Sat in his chair with his hat on his face snoring in the middle of the Gobi while we worked our arses off."
"In my defence, Fleur was due any day and I was exhausted from her moving around on the bed, getting up to pee every six seconds or eat out the cupboards," Bill replied chuckling softly.
Ade's hand stilled on Gin's back and he tensed a bit beside her before relaxing. That was what he had to look forward to in a few short months. He just wished he could ask Bill for advice and he hoped that they made a decision either way so he could soon. 'Be prepared' was his motto.

Ginny felt him tense, and patting his thigh consolingly. "And yet, you used it as an excuse to get out of so much that year, I find it so hard to pity you," she said with a grin at her brother. "I feel worse for Fleur. She told me how you'd snore and make it even harder for her to sleep until she had to cast a silencing charm on you." She shook her head. "There she was, suffering to bring your child into the world, and all you could do was complain about your lack of sleep. How like a man," she teased.

Finished with her meal, she snuggled closer to Ade's side, resting her head on his shoulder as the campfire burned lower and the stars, magnificent so far from Muggle light pollution, shone down on them.
Bill slumped back in his seat as if he'd been shot. "Oh! Betrayed by my own sister! OH! The pain! The agony!"
Their teammates (save Tabby) hardly even noticed the pair, so caught up were they in their joking and laughing. The affection between the two had been slow building and so overt that any of the more outward displays like hand holding or a bit of snuggling was barely even noticed or commented on.
The feel of Gin at his side was at once maddening and comforting. He'd been half hard most of the week since they'd made their relationship official and he suspected that this time out in the field was going to be even worse. Like now all he really wanted to do was kiss her senseless and bury himself in her. No, he was trying to be a good boy. Ugh, he hated being a good boy.
"Gin and I are going to do a perimeter check on the wards," Ade announced a few minutes later. "I want to make sure her work is up to snuff." He gave her a teasing grin and nudge.

"Somehow, I don't think it's her work that needs to be checked for being up to snuff," Jasper said to Justin in a stage whisper what made everyone guffaw... except Tabby.

Ginny was a bit concerned about that, but there wasn't anything she could do until later.

Rolling her eyes, she stood, still favoring her hurt arm a bit, and saw the look Bill was giving her. It wasn't worried so much as brotherly, and the look he shot at Ade was clear. Don't fuck up with my sister again. Ginny rolled her eyes at Bill, and pulled her wand.

"Come on, prat. Although technically, if we're checking wards, shouldn't Jasper be the one checking my work?" she asked playfully.
"I'm acting as team lead since someone's too lazy to get up off his arse to do it himself," Ade replied, nudging Bill's arse with the toe of his boot. He hadn't missed the look, he just chose to ignore it. He knew the last thing he'd do was hurt Gin in any form or fashion. "Besides, we're all just as good at wards as Jasper is. We have to be otherwise we wouldn't be able to do our jobs. Jasper just likes to make it well known to everyone that he's better at it than the rest of us peons."
Jasper smirked. "I can't help but advertise the truth."
Ade rolled his eyes and took Gin's hand. "C'mon, trainee. Let's see how good your work is," he said moving off into the trees surrounding the caves.
"I really did want to check your work," he spoke up once he was sure they were out of earshot from the camp. "As well as get some time alone from them."

She turned laughing chocolate colored eyes on him, and smiled up into his face. "You didn't say what work you wanted to check, though," she winked. "But come on. Check my wards. Then we can find a place to sit until Tabby's asleep so I can avoid the inevitable one more night," she teased, stepping closer so that her breasts, more sensitive than usual from the pregnancy, brushed against his chest.
"Only sit?" he asked his eyebrows raising into his forehead. "I'm disappointed."
Giving her a teasing grin, he lead her around the perimeter and checked her wards. They were well placed and practically perfect, as he expected them to be. He'd watched Gin put them up and noted the meticulous way she had placed the wards.
When that was finished, they found a hollow in the base of a tree and Ade sat in it, opening his arms and legs for Gin to slip onto his lap. "Mmmm... I've been looking forward to this all day," he murmured once she was settled. Brushing her hair off her neck, he kissed the spot just behind her jaw and nipped at her ear.

"Stop that, or we won't be able to," she growled, grinding her arse into his lap and all but purring when she felt his erection pressing back against her. "And I'd rather not have my second first time be against a tree with my brother less than a hundred yards away, close to the full moon when he'd smell and hear us."

She turned in his arms and tucked her head under his chin, burrowing into his embrace and sighing with utter contentment. "It's an amazing night, isn't it. Perfect, even," she whispered.

It certainly felt that way to her. The breeze was like a kiss as it playfully tugged at the escaping strands of her hair, and it had rained earlier, the earth smelling of richness, but it had been long enough ago that it wasn't wet. "There aren't many nights like this. Not at home, anyway."

Her hand left his shoulder and stroked slowly over his chest, up his neck, cupped the back of his head. Smiling up at him, she gently stretched until her lips brushed his, a sigh of longing and happiness escaping her as they met, parted, tasted each other.

"No, there aren't," he murmured against her lips, dipping his tongue into her mouth and tasting her for a second. And he wasn't just talking about the weather either.

Wrapping his arms around her, he lazily kissed her, enjoying just the feel of her pressed against him. With Gin he was beginning to appreciate the merits of just a good snog that led to nowhere other than more snogging. Running his hand down her side, he caressed the side of her breast with his thumb letting it swirl around her nipple briefly before continuing on its way down her arse to her thigh. "Once we start the mission, there won't be much time for this," he murmured, placing lazy kisses along her jaw and down her neck.

"No... I didn't really think there would be," she murmured, her voice catching on a whimper as his fingers slid up her thigh. "Ade..." she groaned softly, "you're such a tease. Stop it, or I'll have to tease you back," she warned, her tone telling him that she'd strangle him if he dared stop.

Turning in his lap, she straddled him, pressing him back into the bole of the tree and draping herself across him for maximum body contact.

Leaning forward she placed soft, sweet kisses on his eyelids, his cheeks, the tip of his nose, her lashes playfully giving him butterfly kisses as she moved, coyly down his throat, over his collarbone, up the other side until, without warning, she nipped him lightly on the earlobe and ground her hot center down onto his lap.

Gasping then groaning, he arched the hard bulge in his jeans into her warmth, his head dropping back in bliss and agony. "I wasn't that bad of a tease," he moaned plaintively, his hands flexing on her hips as he tried to control himself in a way that she wouldn't. "I'm trying... fuck Gin, I'm trying to be good!"

His hands slid down her arse and cupped it, grinding that tantalizingly close heat closer to him. But it wasn't enough. Only being actually buried in her would be enough.

"I know, baby, and I love you for it," she purred, licking the shell of his ear, then blowing lightly on it, watching as goosebumps formed on his neck. She paused then, hearing what she'd said and realizing that she meant it. She really was falling, and falling hard, for her big Slytherin. But she didn't think he'd noticed the slip, too far gone in the feel of her tongue curling around what she'd found to be one of his most sensitive bits.

His fingers were biting into the flesh of her hips and she felt herself get wet at the controlled power in his grip.

Fucking hell, she wanted this man.

Pressing her chest against him, she rubbed harder, feeling her nipples, furled into buds and more sensitive than usual, rub against the suddenly harsh lace of her bra, making her breath hitch.

Ade whimpered at the feel of her nipples against his chest even through the layers of their clothing. He closed his eyes and concentrated hard on trying to be good. "Gin... nnngh, Gin you're really testing me," he gasped, panting hard in his concentration and effort. "Do you want me to fail?"

She leaned back and looked at him.

"No," she said softly. "But we hadn't really decided on... on when was... long enough," she panted, a bit breathless herself. "And I feel like I'm on fire. My skin's tingling all over.... And I'm dealing with the hormones, too, you know," she growled in frustration.

"So is that a yes?" he asked, running his hands up her back and pressing her closer to his chest. "I want to show you that I can make you scream my name and make you forget Luna and Zabini and Potter and every other ex you've ever had. But I want to make sure you want to do it here. I don't want you to regret this again."

"I don't think I could possibly regret being with you now, Ade," she whispered, looking him straight in the eyes so that he could see the truth of that. "I'm falling... falling in love with you. Hard. Head over arse. You've already made me forget... whoever they were," she said with a smile. "But... I still think I'd like to wait... for a real bed... maybe a bath tub... a wall... and a whole weekend when we can lock ourselves away and not have to think about anything but indulging each other's desires...." She licked her lips. "If... if you're starting to feel the same... that is."

Shifting uncomfortably beneath her, he looked into her eyes as she spoke and felt the burning desire temper into something stronger, fiercer and longer lasting. "I think... I think I'm falling in love with you too," he whispered, "I think I was when I woke up and realized what I'd done. I'm pretty sure I was a goner when I saw you the night after. But if it's a real bed and a bath tub and a wall and carpet and a sink and maybe the pool outside my house that you want, I'm willing to wait for them and for you. Besides, like you said, it's almost the full moon and anything we do louder than we're doing now Bill would hear it and smell it." He leaned forward and kissed her tenderly to seal the deal, still completely gobsmacked that he had fallen in love and not only that, freely admitted it too.

This time, as she leaned in to kiss him, she kept her eyes open, sharing the knowledge that, at least for her, the decision was made. As their lips parted, she kissed him once, playfully, on the tip of the nose, then once more, before slowly sliding her lips down his neck, biting down playfully on the pulse beating fast in his throat, her tongue dipping into the hollow of his collarbone.

Looking up at him from under her lashes, she slowly slid backwards off his lap, dropping to her knees in front of him. Her eyes didn't leave his as her fingers reached for and began unfastening his belt, the button on his jeans, as they deftly lowered the zip....

"Then I highly suggest you stay quiet, my love," she whispered as she freed his cock from the confines of his jeans, watching as it sprang through the opening of his boxers.

Smirking, she licked her lips, then, still looking at him, stretched her neck forward and darted her tongue across his swollen head.

Ade had to bite his lip hard to keep from groaning too loudly. The sight of her staring up at him with that wicked look in her eye and his cock disappearing into her mouth, oh fuck, it was almost too much. Balling his hands into fists, his head dropped back with another soft moan but his eyes never left hers. He couldn't seem to tear them away, not that he particularly wanted to. "Gin," he moaned, his hand carding into her hair and running over her ear.

Proud of herself for reading him so well, she took more of him into her mouth, her tongue never stopping its light, flickering movements, even as she added a hand on his sac and another around his base, slowly pumping him, her whole body moving with the rhythm she was setting, her hair, falling lose, swaying forward until it was almost blocking her view of his face.

"Mmmm," he moaned, keeping his touch light and his hips still. It took a fair bit of effort, but he managed to pull it off... barely. "Fuck Gin!" Her little tongue was doing wicked things that made being a good boy a good thing. If this was the reward for being good, he could be a complete angel... nah. His eyes rolled in the back of his head when her tongue touched a particularly sensitive spot and he groaned a bit louder than he should have.
Ginny heard a crackle in the underbrush, but decided to ignore it, wanting nothing more than to give Ade as much pleasure within their self-imposed limits as she could. Taking his encouragement to heart, she sucked harder, deeper, taking him in until he struck the back of her throat, then closing her eyes a moment and taking a deep breath around the shaft of flesh filling her mouth, she swallowed, letting him moved deep into her throat, her lips closing around his based... then... she hummed. She couldn't hold it long without gagging, but as she pulled back, sucking in air and panting, she looked up at him once more, waiting to catch her breath... then did it again.

Twice was enough. Ade tensed until he was as taut as a bow and then came hard, shoving his fist in his mouth to keep from shouting or making any other noises too loudly. His orgasm seemed to last forever as he spilled into her mouth until finally he went utterly boneless, the tree his only support because he couldn't even move his head. "Oh shit, Gin," he moaned softly.

She licked him clean, dropping a soft kiss on his tip, before standing in front of him, her knees aching from their prolonged contact with the ground, bending over so he could look down her shirt while she tucked him back in place, then kissed him lightly on the lips, wondering if he'd balk at his taste on her lips. "I'm glad you liked that," she teased. "I'll have to remember it as a reward for when you've been good."

"I'm always good," he murmured, his eyes locked onto her breasts until she kissed him again. He reached out with Quidditch honed reflexes and cupped the back of her head to keep her lips on his. He could taste him on her lips and tongue and while before that would've completely disgusted him, he could also taste Gin beneath his flavor and that turned him on again. "Thank you for the reward. I can't wait to reward you in return."

As realization dawned that he was once more going to leave her burning with need, she felt tears form in her eyes.

Typical man. Selfish bastard, she thought standing up in a huff and moving away from him. Did he only want to pleasure her if he could use his cock to do it?

Her hands were shaking, she was so mad as she turned her back on him and started making her way back towards the base camp, words failing her.

Confused, Ade stood, and ran after her. "Wait," he murmured, taking her by the arm and stopping her in front of him with her back to him. "Wait. I'm sorry. I thought you wanted sheets and a bed for it all." He leaned down and nuzzled her neck, placing soft kisses on her skin. "Come back. Please. Let me make you scream," he whispered in her ear, wrapping his arms around her from behind and holding her close to his hard body.

"Why bother? You got yours, what do you care?" she hissed not turning to face him, the tears still standing in her eyes. "Don't worry. I'll take care of myself. Then you don't have to worry about me making any noise, or getting your jeans dirty, or living up to the bar set by... who was it you wanted me to forget? Luna? Blaise? Harry?"

Ade picked her up bridal style and carried her back to 'their' tree. "No one will be taking care of you except me. Not even yourself," he growled softly, laying her gently back on the ground and covering any protests she may have with his body and a deep kiss. Slowly, he slipped his hands under her shirt to unhook her bra. His movements were slow and gentle, giving her the opportunity to push him away if she really didn't want him. It would kill him because he knew that it might be over for them if she did, but he wouldn't force himself on her by any means.

Her body was screaming for his touch, and she was whimpering, trying to press herself into his touch. "Ade," she whispered. "God, I need this so bad... please..." she gasped, squirming under his touch.

That was good enough for him. Lifting her shirt up he covered one breast with one hand and the other with his mouth, laving her nipple with his tongue and lightly biting it. He knew her breasts were sensitive, she'd said something about it earlier so he was careful not to hurt her. Once he was sure he'd paid enough attention to them, he slid his mouth down her flat stomach, pressing light little kisses to her flat abdomen as he slid her jeans down her hips and legs.

She arched her hips up so that he could slide her jeans off, looking down the length of her body to where he was kneeling at her feet. She could feel the leaves and twigs under her arse, and the surge of lust the went through her at that moment surprised her. She'd thought she'd want silk sheets and flowers, and part of her did. But there was something so hot about him poised over her half-naked body just over the hill from their coworkers and her brother. She could feel the wetness leaking from her core and making the leaves stick to her thighs and he hadn't even touched her there yet.

He could smell her arousal and it was fueling his own. His cock was stirring again, but this was for her. Grinning up at her, he slid her knickers off and slid them in his pocket for later. "You're beautiful," he murmured looking up her body as he slid his shoulders under her legs and her hips in his hands. "Gorgeous. And you smell like a feast." Sliding his tongue between her folds, he ran his tongue over her clit, learning her body in a new way he hadn't been able to before. This time he was going to take his time and make damn sure that she enjoyed every second of it.

Her breath caught and she gasped when his tongue traced through her folds. "Oh, fuck! Ade!" she groaned, trying to keep it down, but struggling already. And he'd just started. "Luna who?" she asked, Luna having been the only one who'd done this with her before.

Her hands dropped to his shoulder, her abdomen tightening as she half sat-up in reaction. Panting, whimpering, she could already feel the heat pooling in her womb that would eventually drown her.

Chuckling against her clit, he slid his fingers deep inside her still marveling at how tight she was. "Are you gonna come on my face?" he asked sucking hard on her clit and flicking his tongue over the tip. He hooked his fingers to rub the spot just inside her that would have him fulfilling his promise to make her scream. "Gods you taste wonderful."

"Mmm... mm-hmm..." she panting in agreement, her sheath beginning to flutter, a harsh cry on her lips when he found the right spot. "Fuck! Ade!"

This time she didn't even try to stifle her reaction, merely let herself go, knowing that he'd be there to catch her.

Feeling like she was being carried away in a tidal-wave, Ginny felt her orgasm take her, her whole body thrumming in pleasure in time to his tongue and fingers. "Oh, God!"

He kept his lips on her clit and his fingers inside her until she was back on the ground safe and sound. Kissing back up her body, he kissed her lips, sharing her taste like she had shared his. "Verdict?" he murmured with an utterly smug male smile.

"I'm a very lucky woman," she panted, licking her juices off his lips and chin and winking at him, "and I expect you to do that... frequently. Very frequently. If that means you can't get that trashed again, then I think you'll just have to sacrifice your binge-drinking. Because now that I know what you're capable of, I won't accept being left unsatisfied again," she told him in her best know-it-all voice (copied from Hermione).

"Good thing for the both of us, I like doing that and I love doing that to you, so you have no worries that I won't ever do that again. You'll be well well taken care of," he murmured, grinning and giving her nose, her cheeks and her eyes soft kisses. "We should probably go though. Your brother's getting suspicious I'm sure."

She shrugged. "I'm an adult, and he knows about us. More importantly, he knows you're not out to use me and then leave. He'll deal." She stretched under him, wrapping her still bare legs around him and grinding her soaking cunt against the front of his jeans. "God, I want you to fuck me right now. I'm glad you won't, but I want you to. I want you to hold me afterwards, and fall asleep in your arms. We couldn't do that here."

Groaning, he shook his head and sighed. "No, we couldn't. As much as I'd love to, we couldn't. And I'd much rather not have to walk the walk of shame when we got up in the morning either." Her arousal still perfumed the air, driving him out of his mind. "We should go because my resolve is still weak and I have NO willpower around you. Plus, you can't be too comfortable laying on the ground like that."

Leaning down he gave her one last slow kiss before reluctantly moving off her and sitting up. "I'm keeping your knickers," he said grinning over at her as he handed her her jeans.

"You do that. And when you reach into your pocket and find them... still wet... then you can think about the wet spot in my jeans since I'm not wearing knickers... my clit rubbing right against my jeans... instead of yours," she murmured in his ear, grinding her hips into his and moaning as the zip of his jeans tugged against her sensitive flesh.

Smirking again, he slid his hand between her legs and ran his thumb over her still tight nub. "Can you come again?" he murmured, sliding his fingers inside her again. His free hand slipped up her body and cupped her breast, gently pinching her nipple. "I intend to find out what your limit is. Hopefully some time soon."

"Think you can make me come again?" she teased back, her hips moving of their own accord to thrust against his hand where it was buried between her thighs. "Believe me, when you touch me like that, I don't even notice the sticks.

Letting go of him, she lifted her legs higher, grabbing her ankles and pulling them back over her head, spreading herself wide for him and pouting her lower lip out. "One more. It's the least you can do," she said with a grin.

He stared at her for a long moment, taking in the sight of her spread out like a feast before him then settled between her legs again. "It's the least I can do," he murmured nipping at each globe of her arse. Sliding his tongue from her arse to her clit, he swirled his tongue around then sucked hard before flicking it lightly and slipping his tongue down to her cunt and thrusting into her.

Whimpering, she thrust up against his face, her chest heaving and her heart pounding. "Use... use a finger, too..." she panted, needing to feel something inside her, something hard stroking her. "Please, Ade," she said, pressing herself more firmly into his face, already feeling like he was an addiction that she never would be rid of, or want to, for that matter.

"You're quite sexy when you're demanding you know that right?" he chuckled softly, slipping one finger then two inside her, thrusting into her as he kissed and licked her clit. She tasted just as wonderful if not better than the first time around.

"It's a good thing you think that. I'm not really the meek type. And now that I know what I want, which is you, I plan to let you know... a lot," she murmured. God, what he was doing felt so good. "Ade," she sobbed, feeling her blood heat all over again as he explored her body. If anything, this time her body's reaction built even faster. Soon she was panting and crying, grinding and thrusting. "Please, oh, Merlin, please... faster..."

He complied, thrusting his fingers deeper harder and faster into her, building her pleasure to its absolute maximum before he let her fall over into an orgasm. He paid attention to the way she looked when she orgasmed, the expression on her face, the way she just melted. It was one of the most arousing things he'd ever seen. Leaning over her he kissed her deeply again, leaving his fingers buried in her wet warmth.

She kissed him back, loving how he made her taste, and clung to him a moment, meeting his eyes. "I love you, Ade. I think... I think I want to keep the baby," she whispered against his lips. "If you want me and your son, that is."

Pulling away just a bit he looked down at her silently for a long moment before his expression softened into a smile. "I love you too. And I want you and our son. For as long as you'll have me," he whispered, his voice husky with a touch of emotion. He hadn't really wanted to think of them getting rid of the baby but now that the decision was made it felt like a great relief, like a weight had been lifted from his shoulders. "We should tell everyone when we get home."

She nodded slowly. "You'll... support us, though, right? Because you were right. I'm not going to be able to work for at least six months in this job. And... my parents may well kick me out when I turn up pregnant, and I just graduated. I... I don't have any savings yet. It will look bad for Dad, and Mum's... well... conservative about these things. She fully expected me to wait until my wedding night. In fact, I think she thought Bill was a virgin on his wedding night. I really do."

Ade chuckled softly. "Then your mum really is quite delusional," he said then turned serious. "I'll support you, you never have to worry about money, I have plenty of it to spare. And I want to be involved in the pregnancy and the baby's upbringing. My father... was rarely there and I don't want to make the same mistakes he and the other Slytherins of his generation made. I don't want my son following the path I took."

She looked at him a moment, then nodded her agreement. "I want you involved. I've seen you with Maeve. In fact... if we continue down the path we're on... then I'd like to marry you. I don't want my child to deal with the problems of not being recognized by polite society. That... and I refuse to share you. I'm not saying now. But..." she shrugged, "I would like that level of commitment for our family," she said quietly. "Because... I would like more than one child someday, and I would like them with you."

"As would I," he murmured, grinning as he leaned down for another kiss. "A promise then, to someday get married. And to be selfish with each other and never share. The old school Slytherin in me is telling me I need to marry you before our son is born so he isn't a bastard, but I don't think we should rush it. If we're not ready by then, we should wait until we are, don't you think?"

She bit her lip a moment, looking him in the eye. She was poised to agree because she didn't want to be too assertive, ask for something he didn't want to give her, push him but.... As he'd pointed out on more than one occasion when they first made amends, he wasn't a mind reader.

"Honestly? If you asked me tonight, I'd go with you to Paris or London or Monaco when this mission is over and marry you now," she said with a shrug. "I'm made up my mind. It won't change in a day or a month or a year or a decade. So, whenever you're ready... I'll wait. Gryffindor, remember? Headstrong... opinionated... all those characteristics you love about me?"

He blinked, quite surprised but then again not that she was willing to get married. "You may not change your mind about wanting to marry me but once you are married, are you sure you're not going to feel... trapped later? By me, by the baby? You're so young, I don't want you to become bitter later that you weren't given any choices."

"Ade, I was given every choice. I'm choosing to have this baby. I'm choosing to marry you. No one is holding a wand to my head and forcing me. And nothing about the future is ever certain. You should know that. Hell... we could all die tomorrow in a cave in. Something could happen to one of us at anytime, and then where would we be? Marriage is about love, yes. I wouldn't marry someone I didn't love and didn't have a deep connection with. But it's about more than that, too. For all that the, uh, old-school Slytherin practice of arranging marriages is abhorrent to me, they're right in that it's about more than romantic love. There is an element of security there. Of continuity. If we're married and something happens to you, then you know Maeve has someone to raise her that loves her like a sister. No foster families, no court battles, no..." she shrugged, trailing off. "Sorry. I just... I guess I've been thinking about this a lot... since I knew you weren't immediately dead set against us having a relationship.... Besides, if we're not married, you won't legally be his father at all. I thought you'd want to be on the birth certificate."

Relaxing just a bit, he rolled off her and onto his side, running his hand down over her hip. "Hell yes I want to be on his birth certificate," he replied immediately, settling his head on his arm. "I guess I just haven't had the time to process all of this that you have. I've been taking it day by day because I wasn't even sure that you'd want me at the end of it. And now... now you're mine for good and I'm still more than a little stunned at that. I had to ask and now that you've answered, you can't take it back. You're stuck with me for a very long time."

"Ah-ah! I'm blessed with you for a very long time. You do know that your old Housemates are going to give you hell for this, right? Not to mention our teammates? And my brothers?" she said with a teasing grin, slowly sitting up and looking for her clothing in the dark.

"I know. I've got some good hexes in my repertoire if it gets too bad," he replied, plucking her jeans from where he dropped them and handing them back to her. "But my house mates can't say too much. Quite a few of them have Gryffindor or Ravenclaw husbands and wives or they're dating someone not from Slytherin. It's our teammates and your brothers I'm worried about more. Except Bill. I think he'll approve."

"Probably. Eventually. After he thrashes you for knocking me up in the first place," she quipped. "Once he beats you down, he'll probably buy you a drink to congratulate you." She took her jeans and stepped into them, bending over low and giving him a flash of her quim in the process.

Ade whimpered again, his eyes glued to where his tongue and fingers had been earlier but where he really wanted his cock. Soon. As soon as they finished this damn mission. Standing, he brushed the leaves and dirt from the seat and knees of his jeans and pulled Gin into his arms. "D'you think they heard us?" he murmured in her ear as they walked back to camp.

"Probably," she murmured back, zipping her jeans and looking up at him with a beatific smile. And I'm sure they're all jealous. Except Bill. He's probably shuddering and trying to drink it away," she said with a giggle as they walked back to camp.

"I have some excellent choices in whiskey if he is," Ade chuckled, rubbing her back as they walked back toward the welcoming glow of the firelight.

In the darkness, neither one of them noticed the cracking twigs as they were followed.
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