[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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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.]