[He mimics her motions, his hands going around her waist to pull her even closer, one hand flat on the small of her back.]
I can think of quite a few things.
[He's not necessarily going to elaborate, because he's too busy leaning down to kiss her. It's just a quick kiss at first, a brush of the lips, not much more.]
[Oh, no. She doesn't do quick, not when no one else is out here because of the weather so she can get away with a bit more. Ginny Weasley is a terrible person because she lets her hands skate up his back so that she can pull herself up a bit higher, enough to meet his kiss with something bolder. And yes, she is very aware of how her dress is clinging to every inch of her body and how it's white.
[He's never been very good at resisting much of anything, not least attractive women, and certainly not Ginny, so he doesn't even try to pull away. Nobody's watching, anyway, and even if they were, he's not so sure he'd care, not when she's kissing him like that. If she wants it to be bold, he'll make it bold, lengthening and deepening the kiss, letting his hand on the small of her back grip her more firmly, his body pressed against hers.]
[She makes a pleased sort of sound into the kiss, arching up to him and pushing her hands through his hair because she fully intends to push this just to the edge of inappropriate—
And then she smiles and breaks away with a light nip to his bottom lip and settles back on her heels as if nothing happened, because teasing is the best sort of fun she can have.]
I dunno, was someone sayin' somethin' about goin' somewhere? Wasn't me.
[Pushing it just to the edge of inappropriate is never enough for him; he always has to take it firmly into inappropriate. Which is why, even though she settles back on her heels and pulls away from him, he's eagerly pursuing her lips, leaning down for whatever kiss he can possibly steal.]
[He likes that, though. She's stubborn, just like he is, and it just encourages him to keep that arm wrapped around her waist and try to pull her closer again.]
Getting out of this rain and into some dry clothes, I thought.
[She grins, letting him drag her close and she leans up for another quick peck and then she's slithering out of his arms and skipping barefoot a few steps away and oops, maybe her dress is a bit see-through now.]
[Mostly convinced to follow her based on the fact that her dress is a bit see-through, and he's got the distinct impression that, as long as he heads in the vague direction of somewhere out of the rain, he'll get another chance to catch her in his arms again.]
["The way" happens to be some sheltered, abandoned alcove of some sort where she shakes the water from her hair and leans against the wall, dragging Jimmy in close by the lapels of his jacket and kissing him full on the mouth.]
[This is perfect, as far as he's concerned. It may not be indoors, but it's out of the rain, and somewhat secluded. Maybe not as secluded as it could be, but then, he doesn't much care, not when he's being dragged in for a kiss like that. One hand on the wall, one hand on her hip, he leans close, pressing his body against hers, pressing her body up against the wall.]
[So she's impatient. It's not her fault. Ginny arches up to him, letting his hand guide her hips to press to his and she rolls them, just once, against him as she parts her lips to the kiss and deepens it. Her hands, however, are just as busy and release his jacket to work on unknotting his tie, unbuttoning his shirt—and it's all a little more difficult when everything is wet and clinging but she manages well enough.
And yeah, she doesn't much care for the fact that they're still outside.]
[It's not her fault she's impatient, no, and how could he blame her, when he's just as impatient, perhaps more so? He's eager to shrug out of some of these wet clothes, too, and as soon as his jacket's unbuttoned, he's tossing it aside, not exactly caring where it lands. And yes, maybe his hands are busy trying to slide her dress down her shoulders, just for the sake of seeing more exposed skin, just for the sake of bending down and kissing the bare skin of her neck and shoulders and upper arms.]
[Oh, that's not fair. He must know by now that her neck is her most sensitive area, how the brush of his lips over her pulsepoint almost sends her knees buckling, but he's got her pinned to the wall and she's bracing herself against him so that's enough to keep her upright, but bloody hell. Ginny's hands grip at his waist as her head tips back, baring her throat and collarbone to him, lips parted for breath, the faintest sound of pleasure escaping them.]
[Oh, he knows it, and he fully intends to take advantage of it. He kisses his way partway down her arm, and then back up again, first to kiss her collarbone and then to nibble at it, gently first, and then a little harder. He's always testing his boundaries, this one, and his lips move higher, nipping at her neck, at that sensitive spot right below her jawline.]
[It's soft but urgent, the slightest bit of a teasing reprimand because he knows what he's doing and what it does to her. Her breath comes in quiet gasps of approval and her hands come around to unbutton his trousers and then still again as his mouth distracts her. They're still outside, of that she is very much aware, but that adds to the thrill of the whole thing, too.]
[He's not pausing to hear her response, even if she does have one, because that teasing reprimand just makes him smile wider and slide his hand down her body, aiming to tug her dress up at least partway. All he wants is the freedom to touch bare skin, and to keep getting her to make those approving little noises, and as soon as he can, he runs a teasing hand across her bare thigh, still grinning like an idiot.]
[She can feel his grin against her skin and it lights up her own, a little laugh at the idea that they're groping each other in the middle of a thunderstorm where anyone could walk across them at any time. She relishes the glide of his hand over her leg, pushes down his trousers just enough so she can get to him, stroke him without having to get fully undressed.]
Yeah, well, you've known that about me for a long time.
[His cockiness doesn't abate at all, even when she's able to pull his trousers aside a little and take him in hand, although he does have to stifle a little gasp of pleasure and a laugh. It's only fair that he reciprocates, then, and his hand slides further up her thigh, tugging her underwear aside as best he can, cursing these wet clothes for being so unwieldy. With her underwear aside, though, he can move his hand between her legs and begin to rub, ever so gently, still teasingly, content to take this far beyond groping.]
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[He mimics her motions, his hands going around her waist to pull her even closer, one hand flat on the small of her back.]
I can think of quite a few things.
[He's not necessarily going to elaborate, because he's too busy leaning down to kiss her. It's just a quick kiss at first, a brush of the lips, not much more.]
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She dares you to resist this, Mr Darmody.]
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And then she smiles and breaks away with a light nip to his bottom lip and settles back on her heels as if nothing happened, because teasing is the best sort of fun she can have.]
So, what was that about going somewhere?
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[Pushing it just to the edge of inappropriate is never enough for him; he always has to take it firmly into inappropriate. Which is why, even though she settles back on her heels and pulls away from him, he's eagerly pursuing her lips, leaning down for whatever kiss he can possibly steal.]
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As if I'd make it so easy.
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[He likes that, though. She's stubborn, just like he is, and it just encourages him to keep that arm wrapped around her waist and try to pull her closer again.]
You got somethin' else in mind?
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[She grins, letting him drag her close and she leans up for another quick peck and then she's slithering out of his arms and skipping barefoot a few steps away and oops, maybe her dress is a bit see-through now.]
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[Mostly convinced to follow her based on the fact that her dress is a bit see-through, and he's got the distinct impression that, as long as he heads in the vague direction of somewhere out of the rain, he'll get another chance to catch her in his arms again.]
Lead the way.
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And yeah, she doesn't much care for the fact that they're still outside.]
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[It's soft but urgent, the slightest bit of a teasing reprimand because he knows what he's doing and what it does to her. Her breath comes in quiet gasps of approval and her hands come around to unbutton his trousers and then still again as his mouth distracts her. They're still outside, of that she is very much aware, but that adds to the thrill of the whole thing, too.]
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[He's not pausing to hear her response, even if she does have one, because that teasing reprimand just makes him smile wider and slide his hand down her body, aiming to tug her dress up at least partway. All he wants is the freedom to touch bare skin, and to keep getting her to make those approving little noises, and as soon as he can, he runs a teasing hand across her bare thigh, still grinning like an idiot.]
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[She can feel his grin against her skin and it lights up her own, a little laugh at the idea that they're groping each other in the middle of a thunderstorm where anyone could walk across them at any time. She relishes the glide of his hand over her leg, pushes down his trousers just enough so she can get to him, stroke him without having to get fully undressed.]
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[His cockiness doesn't abate at all, even when she's able to pull his trousers aside a little and take him in hand, although he does have to stifle a little gasp of pleasure and a laugh. It's only fair that he reciprocates, then, and his hand slides further up her thigh, tugging her underwear aside as best he can, cursing these wet clothes for being so unwieldy. With her underwear aside, though, he can move his hand between her legs and begin to rub, ever so gently, still teasingly, content to take this far beyond groping.]