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Pansy worked herself down his cock slowly, slowly.
“That’s it,” he murmured as she splayed her hands on his chest.
With each movement of her hips, her breasts swayed and her hair further slipped out of its knot. She was so beautiful like this—undone in a way that she allowed very few people to see.
“Harry,” Pansy murmured, “do you want to know what I did when you were away at the conference last weekend?”
He closed his eyes against the twist of her hips. “What?”
“I took my Contraceptive Potion out, and poured it down the bathroom sink.”
His eyes flew open. “What?”
“You heard me, Harry.”
“Fuck, Pansy.” His grip tightened on her hips.
Her lips lifted into a smile.
“Right now, I am not on any kind of birth control at all.”
He groaned.
The thought of it…
“You could cast a Contraception Charm…” she said, lifting her hips. “But could you really concentrate enough to do that right now?”
He could not even think of the words to it, much less where his wand was.
The world had narrowed to the sensation of her tight heat around him—
“Could you?”
“No,” he gasped, the words forced from his lips by a clench.
The thought of filling her up, putting a baby in her…
His cock twitched.
“And you know what else?” She bent and her dark hair fell into a curtain around them
He trembled a little under her hands.
“Today is the day I ovulate.”
“Fuck,” he gasped, a punched out sound.
He tried, for a moment, to stop it.
But she rolled her hips again, and said, in a whisper, “Come,” and he was helpless against the tide, the pleasure unbearable. All at once he was coming, vision whiting out at the corners, pouring into her—
He came back to himself as she pulled off and collapsed into the sheets beside him.
The sound of slow breathing filled the room.
“God,” he said, arm was draped over his eyes.
He was wrecked.
She laughed, a melodious, triumphant sound.
He shifted. “Pansy…”
She knew that he was religious about making sure that she came first. Occasionally she made a little game of trying to break his control.
She kissed him. “That was so hot,” she breathed against his mouth.
“I didn’t mean for…”
“I know.”
He touched her hair. “Were you being serious?”
“About what?”
“About the Potion.”
She smirked. “Yes. I threw it away. And I used the spell Millie showed me.”
They had talked before about starting their family, and about her going off the Contraceptive Potion, but not exactly when. Last time, she had said that she wanted to wait a little longer.
He kissed her hard, wishing there was a way to put into words all that he was feeling.
“Are you happy?”
“Of course.” He pressed a hand to her stomach. “You are going to look so beautiful with our baby.”
She smiled.
He kissed her collarbone, and then her breast. He moved to slip down her body, but she stopped him with a hand on his arm. “No, not now.”
“No?”
“Later.” She tugged him back up. “We have to make sure that nothing comes out.”
“God,” he groaned. “You are going to be the death of me.”