The Colors of Their Love

Near Bill and Fluer's seaside cottage, there were some very dense, dark woods that stretched on for miles and miles. The trees stood so close to each other that it would be hard to walk between them on the soft soil covered in thin twigs and old crunchy leaves. Now, it was spring and the forest was covered in healthy bright green leaves that allowed even less sunshine to pass through. Near the heart of this forest was a clearing, no more than one hundred feet in diameter. Overgrown green grass covered the space like a carpet, yellow dandelions interspaced through the green mass. The sun shone down strongly there and a lazy river rolled by the edge of it. The water in it was clear and there were some small rapids in one area, but in most spots it was at least eight feet deep. It was usually cold from passing though shady forest for so long, but compared to the summer heat it was refreshing. Above all this beauty, blue birds sang from above as a load popping sound came from below.

Ginny looked around wildly, grinning at the open seclusion she and Harry found themselves in.

"I had no idea this place existed!" said Ginny, still smiling.

Harry just smirked at her and grabbed her waist from behind. She melted into him and sighed contentedly.

"And nobody could hear anything? Oh, we're probably miles away from any human! How did you find it?" Ginny continued talking excitedly.

"How I found it—" Harry spoke softly into her ear and paused to plant a kiss on her neck, "is none of your business. What matters—" anther soft kiss below her ear, "is that you and I are here…alone…with nobody around for miles." His hands started caressing her stomach, working around to her sides, her breasts, her thighs.

Ginny rolled her head back onto his shoulder, moaning slightly as he continued kissing and sucking the side of her neck, slowly, softly, making her silently beg for more.

"Harry," she breathed his name out into the clearing, the forest, and the birds. Harry just smiled mischievously into her warm, fragrant skin. His right hand settled on her left breast and his left arm was wrapped tightly around her waist, forcing her back into his chest. She could feel a certain hard something rubbing against her round little bottom. She was already in heaven.

He gave her breast a light squeeze, relishing in the tiny squeal that came out of her beautiful mouth. She was smiling warmly, her eyes closed, the gentle sunshine warming the thin delicate skin of her eyelids. It was nice, the slow pace combined with the lazy atmosphere. Usually they couldn't keep their hands off each other when they were in a private setting and were getting intimate. It was just the powerful effect they had on each other, like animals, or strong magnets. She reached back and ran her fingers through his hair, then gripped the large, strong hand around her waist in her own delicate little one. With her other hand, she reached back between her own backside and the something hard pressing into her. Gently, she undid the button of his trousers and pulled down the fly. She could feel his breathing quicken on her neck as his kisses deepened. Ginny smiled at her own effect over him. She grabbed at something long and hard through his boxers and held it steady for several minutes, then moved upward on it at an excruciatingly slow pace.

"God, Ginny, don't do this to me" Harry growled into her ear.

"Why not, it's fun." Ginny replied, and then gasped sharply as Harry squeezed her breast hard. She was losing control herself. "All right, fine. You want to speed things up a bit, then let's do it." She said as she whirled around to face him.

Harry stared down onto her perfect little face; her large chocolaty-brown eyes, her cute, tiny little nose with a small smattering of freckles running across the bridge, her plump, juicy red lips, pre-moistened by her tongue, waiting for him. She was pressing herself onto him, dangerously close, looking up at him seductively, with her hands on his broad, tan shoulders. She pecked him quickly on the lips and then lifted his black t-shirt over his head and threw it onto the grass. He had the body of a professional athlete, toned everywhere and very tan from a year of leading a nomadic lifestyle in various forests. She ran her hands over his chest and stomach several times, never taking her own eyes off his bright green ones. He looked down at her through small glasses, a small smirk on his face. He leaned down to kiss her, taking in her lips, her teeth, her tongue, the feel of the sides of their noses pressed against each other. He massaged her breasts roughly through her cotton shirt and bra, then grabbed the hem and peeled her skin-tight t-shirt off, breaking apart for only the small fraction of a second it took to throw the shirt onto the ground. Her hardened nipples were straining against the constricting fabric of her cotton bra. Despite her flat stomach, Ginny had very nicely-shaped plump breasts with good cleavage. Harry didn't hesitate for even a moment before reaching back and undoing the clasp in the back, letting her shrug it off innocently. She stepped back a little back to let him take in the sight; a gorgeous topless girl standing in the middle of an empty forest, the green grass around her providing a beautiful background that contrasted wonderfully with her sleek, bright red straight hair.

Suddenly, she broke out in giggles, throwing her hands out to the blue sky and twirling until she fell onto the soft earth. The red of her hair and lips, the green of the grass and Harry's eyes, the blue of the sky and the birds, the white light of the sun, and even the little gold rings around their fourth fingers on their left hands mingled beautifully, suspended in the afternoon. These were the colors of their love at that moment; bright and bouncy and fun and young. Harry smiled widely, and then sat down next to Ginny. She looked beautiful as she pushed him down onto his back and rolled over on top of him, propping herself up on her hands, her crotch pressing dangerously into his, her hair thrown over to one side, creating a curtain between Harry and half the world. She dropped her self up onto him and they continued kissing, Ginny steadily rubbing her crotch into Harry's, making him groan softly into her mouth. Eventually, Harry reached down to grab the waistband of Ginny's sweatpants, pulling them down as far as possible without breaking the kiss. Ginny did the same for his already unbuttoned pants and they broke apart just for long enough to take off their remaining clothes.

Ginny then pushed Harry back down, straddled him, and eased him into herself. They stayed like that for several minutes, fighting desire to simply enjoy the moment in stillness and silence. There was a gentle breeze in the air that shifted Ginny's hair somewhat, and she tilted her face upward and closed her eyes as Harry watched his goddess, wondering how it was that he was really the one she on top of.

Then the movement started. They were small and smooth at first, just slow little bounces, and then they grew into longer, harder strokes. Harry was holding onto Ginny's thighs as she put her hands up to grab two handfuls of her own hair at the top of her scalp. Her eyes were closed and she was panting, loudly, caught up in her own excitement. It was about ten minutes later that Harry really started to lose it, little groans coming from his throat as he panted like he just ran a three-minute mile.

"Oh my God Ginny," was all he was able to get out before his eyes closed and he groaned again.

Ginny could only moan in response, her back arched and her head throne back, her breasts sticking out and bouncing up and down with her. Harry couldn't have asked for a better view. "Oh my God, Harry, I'm…"

And the rest, as they say, is history.

The color of their love wasn't always bright as it was that day. Sometimes it was dark. Sometimes it was black, or navy, or blood-red, or a rich dark purple or an ugly dark orange. Sometimes it was grey. Sometimes it was pale and watery, like white-blond hair, strawberry ice cream, old parchment, or a dragonfly's wings. Sometimes it was the color of candlelight bouncing off wet stone walls, sometimes it was the color of the rain, sometimes it was the purest white, sometimes it was the color of old leather-bound books, the rich reds and greens. Sometimes it was everything at once.

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