Harry woke to the sensation of fingers tracing lazy patterns across his chest. His eyes opened slowly, adjusting to the soft morning light filtering through the curtains, and he found Gabrielle watching him with a small smile playing at her lips.
"How long have you been awake?" His voice came out rough with sleep.
"Long enough to appreciate the view." Her hand continued its exploration, following the lines of muscle down his stomach. "You're rather nice to look at when you're sleeping. Less guarded."
"Should I be worried you've been staring at me?"
"Probably." She shifted closer, her bare skin warm against his. "But I think you'll forgive me."
Harry caught her wandering hand before it could travel any lower, though his body was already responding to her proximity. The sheet over them did nothing to hide his obvious arousal. "Someone's being a tease this morning."
"Is that what I'm doing?" Gabrielle's voice held a note of false innocence that made him want to kiss that smirk right off her face. "I thought I was just being friendly."
"This is friendly?"
"Very friendly." She tugged her hand free and let her fingers dance along his collarbone. "We are friends, after all. Friends with certain benefits."
"Benefits that include waking me up by feeling me up?"
"Among other things." Her laugh was low and pleased as she propped herself up on one elbow. The sheet slipped to pool at her waist, and she made no move to cover herself. "Unless you'd prefer I keep my hands to myself?"
"I didn't say that."
The morning light caught in her blonde hair and turned it to gold. Harry found himself memorizing the way she looked right now, all tousled and relaxed and completely unselfconscious. There was something liberating about their arrangement, he realized. No pressure, no expectations beyond enjoying each other's company.
"You're staring," she said.
"Can you blame me?"
"Not really. I'd probably stare too if the situation were reversed." She bent down to press a kiss to his shoulder, then his chest, working her way across his skin, taking her lovely time. "But I have to say, you're much more restrained than I expected."
Harry's breath hitched as her mouth found a particularly sensitive spot just below his collarbone. "What's that supposed to mean?"
"I thought you'd be all over me the moment you woke up. You know, given the rather obvious evidence of your interest." Her hand slid down his chest again, this time with clear intent. "But you're just lying there being all gentlemanly."
He caught her hand again, but this time he didn't push it away. Instead he guided it lower, watching her eyes darken as she realized what he was doing. "Maybe I was waiting to see what you'd do."
"That's playing with fire," she said huskily, her eyes full of lust.
"I'm aware."
Gabrielle's fingers curled around his hard cock through the sheet, and Harry had to bite back a groan. She was bolder this morning, more confident than she'd been the night before, and he found he liked this side of her immensely.
"What are you thinking?" she asked, her thumb tracing slow circles on the crown that were driving him mad.
"That you're going to be the death of me."
"Good." She leaned in and kissed him, deep and thorough, and Harry let himself get lost in it for a moment before pulling back.
"You know what I realized?" he said, catching her wrist gently.
"What?"
"We never actually talked about morning protocol. Do we just pick up where we left off or is there some kind of waiting period?"
Gabrielle laughed. "I think the fact that my hand is on your cock pretty clearly indicates my stance on morning protocol."
"Fair point." Harry grinned, enjoying her directness. "Though I appreciate you checking in, as it were."
"Very thoughtful of me." She shifted to straddle his hips, the sheet falling away completely. "So? Are we doing this or are you going to keep talking?"
"Talking's overrated anyway."
He pulled her down into a kiss, and she came willingly, eagerly, her body pressing against his as the kiss deepened. There was something freeing about this, about knowing they could enjoy each other without the weight of expectations or relationship drama. Just two people who liked each other, who wanted each other, making the most of a summer morning.
Gabrielle broke the kiss to trail her lips along his jaw. "I have to say, this whole friends with benefits thing was one of my better ideas."
"You're taking credit for it?"
"I suggested it first."
"Pretty sure it was a mutual decision."
"Semantics." She nipped at his earlobe, making him shiver. "Point is, I'm very satisfied with how things turned out."
"Satisfied?" Harry's hands found her hips, holding her steady against him. "That's a dangerous word to use right now."
"Why's that?"
"Because I'm going to take it as a challenge."
Her eyes lit up with something wicked. "Is that so?"
"Absolutely." He rolled them over in one smooth motion, pinning her beneath him. Gabrielle giggled breathlessly, her hair fanning behind her on the pillow. "Can't have you thinking last night was a fluke."
"Oh, I never thought that." Her hands slid up his back, her nails scraping lightly. "But I definitely won't complain if you want to prove yourself again."
"Prove myself? I think I did plenty of proving last night."
"True. But I've just realized I have a very high standard for repeat performances." She hooked her leg around his waist, pulling him closer. "Think you're up for it?"
Harry pressed his manhood against her entrance, letting her feel exactly how up for it he was. The thick, swollen head of his cock nudged insistently against her slick folds, parting them slightly, and he coated himself in her abundant wetness. "What do you think?"
Gabrielle's breath caught as the head popped in, stretching her open just enough to send a sharp jolt of pleasure through her core, her pupils dilating with raw hunger. "I think you should stop talking and put that to good use."
"So demanding."
"You love it."
She was right, and they both knew it. Harry kissed her again, slower this time, savoring it, his tongue sliding lazily against hers as he rocked his hips just enough to tease her entrance with shallow dips.
What followed was slower than the night before but no less intense. They explored each other with a leisure they hadn't afforded themselves in the darkness, learning what worked and what didn't, communicating with touches and sighs and the occasional breathless instruction.
Harry trailed his fingers down her body, tracing the curve of her breasts, circling her hardened nipples before pinching them lightly, rolling them between his fingers until she arched into his touch. His hand drifted lower, over the soft plane of her stomach, to the damp heat between her thighs. He parted her folds gently, stroking along her slick slit, gathering her arousal on his fingers before circling her swollen clit slowly.
"Right there," Gabrielle gasped when his fingers found a particularly sensitive spot just above her entrance, where the pressure made her inner walls clench hungrily. "Ah, yes, right there."
"Here?" Harry kept his touch light and teasing, barely grazing her clit, watching her hips twitch in frustration.
"Don't you dare tease me right now."
"Why not? You teased me earlier."
"That was different." Her hips arched into his hand, seeking more pressure, her pussy grinding against his palm as fresh slickness coated his fingers. "I wasn't desperate yet."
"And now you are?"
"Very." She pulled him down for a kiss, her teeth catching his lower lip, biting down just hard enough to sting as her tongue soothed it. "So either do something about it or I'll take matters into my own hands."
"That's quite the threat."
"It's a promise."
But she was smiling as she said it, clearly enjoying their banter as much as the physical contact, even as her thighs parted wider, inviting him deeper.
Harry obliged, giving her what she wanted, sliding two fingers deep inside her tight, velvety heat, curling them upward to stroke that sensitive ridge along her front wall while his thumb pressed firmly against her clit. He pumped slowly at first, savoring the way her walls fluttered and gripped him, her arousal dripping down his hand.
Gabrielle was more vocal this morning, less self-conscious about expressing her pleasure, her moans growing louder as he increased the pace, twisting his fingers to hit every nerve ending, his palm grinding against her mound with each thrust.
"You're killing me," she breathed, her fingers digging into his shoulders, her nails leaving crescent marks as her hips bucked wildly. "Taking your sweet time like this."
"Thought you'd appreciate a man who isn't in a rush."
"I do. I really do. But I also appreciate a man who knows when to stop teasing and start delivering."
Harry grinned against her skin. "Where's the fun in that?"
"I'm going to make you pay for this later."
"I'm counting on it."
He continued his exploration, mapping every response, every shiver and gasp, adding a third finger to stretch her further, thrusting them inside her soaking pussy while his mouth latched onto one nipple, sucking hard and flicking it with his tongue.
Gabrielle writhed beneath him, her breath coming in short pants, her clit throbbing under his relentless circles, and when he finally replaced his fingers with his mouth she nearly came off the bed.
He settled between her thighs, spreading her wide with his hands on her inner legs, exposing her glistening pink folds completely. His tongue delved in first, lapping broadly from her entrance to her clit, tasting her tangy sweetness as she gushed into his mouth.
He fucked her with his tongue in slow, deep thrusts before focusing on her clit, sucking it gently, then harder, flicking it rapidly while two fingers plunged back inside her, curling and rubbing that spot that made her sob with need.
"Oh fuck," she gasped, her hands fisting in his hair, pulling him closer as her hips ground against his face. "Harry, that's—oh fuck!"
Her thighs trembled around his head, her muscles quivering as he hummed against her clit, the vibrations sending shocks through her. He didn't let up, alternating between long licks and rapid flicks, his fingers pumping faster.
Wet, slick sounds filled the room as her arousal dripped down his chin. Her moans filled the room, completely unrestrained now, high-pitched whimpers turning into desperate cries as her body tensed, coiling tighter and tighter.
When she finally came, crying out his name, her pussy clenched violently around his fingers, pulsing in waves as she gushed against his tongue, her entire body shaking with the force of it, her thighs clamping around his head as ecstasy ripped through her.
"That," Gabrielle said shakily when she could speak again, her tits heaving, her skin flushed and glistening with sweat, "was unfair."
Harry kissed his way back up her body, lingering on her breasts, sucking bruises into the pale skin before capturing her mouth again, letting her taste her own musky essence on his lips and tongue. "Unfair how?"
"You can't just do that without warning."
"Would you have preferred I asked permission first?"
"Absolutely not." She pulled him up for a kiss, seemingly unconcerned about tasting herself on his lips, her tongue delving hungrily into his mouth as her hands roamed down his back to grip his ass. "But now I'm going to have to return the favor."
"You don't have to do anything."
"I know. But I want to." She pushed at his chest until he rolled onto his back, and moved to kneel between his legs, her eyes dark with hunger as she wrapped her slender fingers around his throbbing cock. It was rock-hard, veins pulsing, the head already slick with pre-cum. "Fair's fair, after all."
Harry's brain short-circuited as she took him in hand, her touch confident, stroking from base to tip with a firm grip, twisting slightly at the head to spread the leaking fluid. "Gabrielle."
"Yes?" She looked up at him through her lashes, and the combination of innocence and sultriness in her expression nearly undid him on the spot, especially as she leaned in, her hot breath ghosting over the sensitive underside.
Veela women truly had an unfair advantage. No one could tell that this woman had been a virgin mere hours ago.
"You're playing dirty."
"You started it." She leaned down, her breath hot against his skin, and dragged her tongue slowly from his balls to the tip, savoring the salty taste of him. "And I thought we agreed there were no rules here. Just two friends enjoying each other."
"Friends," Harry managed, though his voice was strained, his hips twitching as she swirled her tongue around the head, dipping into the slit to lap up more pre-cum. "Right."
"Very good friends." She took him in her mouth, her lips stretching around his girth as she sank down slowly, inch by inch, her tongue pressing flat against the underside. Harry's head fell back against the pillow with a groan, his hands fisting the sheets as the wet heat of her mouth enveloped him completely.
She was devastatingly good at this already, alternating between light teasing touches, flicking her tongue over and over, sucking just the head while her hand pumped the shaft, and deeper pressure, taking him to the back of her throat with a soft gag that only heightened his pleasure. Her free hand cupped his balls, rolling them gently, tugging lightly as she bobbed her head, her cheeks hollowing out.
"Fucking hell," he groaned, disbelief coloring his voice. How the fuck could a woman get so good so quickly at sucking cock!?
Saliva dripped down his length, making everything slick and messy as she worked him relentlessly, her eyes locked on his, watching every twitch and gasp.
Harry tried to maintain some semblance of control but it was a losing battle. Every time he thought he'd adjusted to the sensation, she'd change something, humming around him, swallowing to tighten her throat, or twisting her hand in perfect sync, and send him spiraling again, his cock throbbing hotly against her tongue.
"Gabrielle," he warned when he felt himself getting close, the pressure building unbearably in his balls, his hips thrusting shallowly into her mouth. "I'm going to—"
She pulled back just enough to speak, her lips brushing the tip as her hand kept stroking fast and firm. "I know. I can sense it. Let go."
She buried him back in her mouth and he let go, pleasure crashing through him in waves. His cock pulsed as he came hard down her throat, thick spurts of cum filling her mouth. She swallowed eagerly, milking him with her hand and tongue, drawing out every last tremor until he was oversensitive and gasping.
When he finally came back to himself, Gabrielle was crawling back up his body with a very satisfied expression on her face. Her lips were swollen and glistening, and there was a stray drop of cum at the corner of her mouth that she licked away with a wicked smile.
"Okay," Harry said shakily. "That's definitely going on my list of favorite ways to wake up."
"Only on the list? Not at the top?"
"Give me a minute and I'll have another go at ranking them properly."
She laughed and collapsed beside him, both of them breathing hard. "This is nice."
"Nice?" Harry turned his head to look at her. "I think we can do better than nice."
"You know what I mean. This whole arrangement." She gestured vaguely between them. "No pressure, no drama. Just fun. I don't think I could've asked for someone better, given how I am."
"Don't say it like there's something wrong with you." Harry reached over to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. "And I also have to say, you're setting quite the high bar for me."
"Is that a complaint?"
"Definitely not. Just an observation."
They lay there in comfortable silence for a while, the morning sun growing stronger as it climbed higher in the sky. Eventually Gabrielle stretched like a cat, and Harry happily stared at the way her body moved. She noticed and smiled widely.
"What time is it?" she asked.
Harry glanced at the clock on his nightstand. "Just past eight."
"Really?" Her eyes widened. "I never sleep this late."
"Maybe you were tired from all the Paris running around yesterday."
"Maybe." She rolled onto her side to face him. "Or maybe it's because I spent most of the night engaged in other activities."
"Strenuous activities."
"Very strenuous." She poked him in the ribs. "You've completely worn me out."
"You weren't complaining a few minutes ago."
"I'm not complaining now either." Her smile turned mischievous. "But I might need to conserve my energy if we're going to keep this up all summer."
"All summer?" Harry raised an eyebrow. "Ambitious."
"What? A veela too much for the great Harry potter, hmm?"
"I didn't say that."
"Good." She kissed him again. "Because I'm not done with you. Not by a long shot."
"That's good to hear." Harry caught her hand, pressing a kiss to her palm. "We should probably get up eventually. I'm sure you have things to do today."
"Unfortunately." Gabrielle sighed dramatically. "I need to go into Paris again. A few more healers to meet with, and Fleur's been nagging me to pick up something for her."
"Sounds busy."
"It is." She sat up, stretching again. "But I could come back tonight. If you want."
"I want." Harry propped himself up on one elbow. "We could cook something together. Make a proper dinner."
"That sounds nice. What are you thinking?"
"Haven't decided yet. What are you in the mood for?"
"Something that requires lots of prep work so we can drink wine and talk while we cook." Her eyes sparkled. "And maybe fool around a bit when we're supposed to be chopping vegetables."
"That's a recipe for losing a finger."
"Live dangerously."
Harry laughed. "We'll see. I should warn you, I'm very serious about my knife skills."
"Are you now?" Gabrielle slid out of bed, completely unselfconscious about her nudity. "Should I be worried you're secretly some kind of culinary perfectionist?"
"Not a perfectionist. Just competent."
"Good. I can't stand people who get precious about cooking. It's supposed to be fun." She looked around for her clothes from the night before, finding them scattered across the floor. "I should probably shower first. I feel thoroughly debauched."
"You look it too."
"Charming." But she was smiling as she said it. "Care to join me? You know, conserve water and all that."
"How environmentally conscious of you."
"I'm a very responsible person."
The shower was large enough for two, with excellent water pressure and plenty of hot water. Steam filled the tiled space as Harry turned the dial, warm water cascading over them.
They stepped under the spray together, Gabrielle tilting her face up to let it soak her hair, rivulets running down her throat, over her breasts, tracing every curve of her body. Harry watched, transfixed, as droplets clung to her hardened nipples and slid lower, disappearing between her thighs.
They took their time, washing each other with casual intimacy that felt remarkably natural for people who'd only slept together once before.
Harry poured body wash into his palms, rubbing them together before gliding his hands over her shoulders, down her arms, and back up to cup her breasts. His thumbs circled her nipples slowly, teasing them into tight peaks as soap made his touch slick and smooth.
Gabrielle sighed, leaning into him, her own hands roaming his chest, nails scraping lightly over his skin before drifting lower to wrap around his already half-hard cock. She stroked him lazily under the water, feeling him thicken and lengthen in her grip, the head flushing dark as blood rushed south.
"This is nice too," Gabrielle said as Harry worked shampoo through her hair, his fingers massaging her scalp with firm pressure that made her melt against him. The scent of his shampoo filled the steam around them.
"Happy to help."
"You're very helpful in general." She tipped her head back into the spray, rinsing away the suds, water streaming down her body in sheets. Droplets caught on her lashes as she looked up at him, desire darkening her eyes. "It's one of your more attractive qualities."
"Only one of them?"
"Well, you have several." Her hands slid over his chest again, soap making her touch slippery as she traced the lines of his muscles, then lower, her fingers wrapping firmly around his now fully erect cock. She pumped him slowly, twisting at the head, her thumb swiping over the sensitive slit to spread the bead of pre-cum that had gathered there. "The way you look isn't exactly a hardship either."
"Glad you approve."
"Very much so." She turned to face him fully, water streaming between them, plastering her silver-blonde hair to her back. Her breasts pressed against his chest as she rose on her toes, but instead of kissing his mouth, she nipped at his jaw, then lower, sucking lightly at the pulse point on his neck. "You know what else I like about this arrangement?"
"What?"
"We can be honest with each other. No games, no pretending to be less interested than we are." Her fingers traced patterns on his chest, nails dragging lightly, and she dipped lower to cup his balls, rolling them gently as his cock jerked against her stomach. "I feel it's exactly what I needed."
"I reckon you're right," Harry agreed, his voice rough as he gripped her hips, pulling her flush against him so she could feel exactly how hard he was. "Most people play too many games."
"Exactly." She went up on her toes to kiss him, slow and thorough, her tongue sliding against his in a lazy dance that quickly turned hungry. She sucked on his lower lip, biting gently before soothing it with her tongue, while her hand kept stroking him—firm, slick pulls that had his hips rocking forward into her grip.
Harry groaned into her mouth, one hand sliding down to cup her ass, squeezing the firm flesh before slipping between her cheeks to tease her entrance from behind. She was already soaked, and not just from the water. His fingers glided easily through her folds, parting them to circle her clit.
Gabrielle gasped against his lips, breaking the kiss to drop her forehead to his shoulder as he rubbed slow, firm circles over the swollen bundle of nerves.
"Harry," she breathed, thighs parting wider to give him better access. He obliged, sliding two fingers deep inside her tight heat, curling them upward to stroke that sensitive spot that made her clench around him. Water pounded over them as he pumped slowly, his thumb still working her clit, building the pressure with every thrust.
She wasn't idle. Her hand tightened on his cock, stroking faster now, matching his rhythm. The slick sounds of skin on skin mixed with the water, her grip perfect, twisting just right at the head to make his breath hitch. Harry added a third finger, stretching her, feeling her walls flutter and grip as she neared the edge.
But he didn't want her to come yet. He withdrew his fingers suddenly, earning a frustrated whine, and spun her around to face the tiled wall. Gabrielle braced her hands against it, arching her back instinctively as he pressed against her from behind. His cock slid along the cleft of her ass, hot and heavy, before he angled his hips and nudged the head against her entrance.
"Yes," she moaned, pushing back against him. "Inside me. Now."
Harry didn't need further invitation. He thrust forward in one smooth motion, burying himself to the hilt in her slick, welcoming heat. They both groaned, her at the sudden fullness, him at the exquisite tightness gripping him like a vice. Water cascaded over them as he paused, letting her adjust, his hands roaming her body, squeezing her breasts, pinching her nipples, and then sliding down to grip her hips.
Then he began to move. Slow at first, long, deep strokes that dragged over every sensitive inch inside her, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in. Gabrielle met him thrust for thrust, pushing back hard, the slap of wet skin echoing in the shower. He reached around to rub her clit in tight circles, matching the rhythm of his hips, and her moans grew louder, more desperate.
"Harder," she demanded, her voice breathless. "Fuck me harder, Harry."
He growled, his grip tightening as he pounded into her, the angle perfect for hitting that spot deep inside that made her cry out with every thrust. Her breasts bounced with the force, water splashing everywhere as he drove into her relentlessly.
One of his hands left her hip to tangle in her wet hair, pulling her head back gently so he could suck marks along her neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin.
Gabrielle's hand was on her clit, rubbing faster as she chased her release, her walls beginning to flutter around him. "Close—so close—don't stop—"
Harry felt his own climax building, the tight heat of her pussy milking him with every stroke. He thrust deeper, faster, the head of his cock dragging over her g-spot again and again until she shattered, her back arching violently as she came with a sharp cry, her pussy clenching rhythmically around him in powerful waves. Slick heat gushed around his cock as she trembled, her thighs shaking and her moans echoing off the tiles.
The sensation pushed him over the edge. With a guttural groan, he buried himself deep and came hard, pulsing hot and thick inside her, each spurt drawn out by her still-spasming walls. He held her tight through it, hips jerking as he emptied himself completely, pleasure crashing through him in endless waves until he was spent.
They stayed like that for a long moment, breathing hard under the spray, his arms wrapped around her waist as she leaned back against his chest. Eventually, he slipped out of her, turning her gently to kiss her slow and deep, swallowing her moan of satisfaction.
They stayed in the shower until the water started to cool, then finally got out and magically dried off. Gabrielle waved her wand to work through her dried hair, standing in front of the bathroom mirror completely comfortable in her nakedness.
"I should probably go grab some fresh clothes from my place," she said eventually. "Can't exactly meet with healers wearing yesterday's outfit."
"Good point." Harry wrapped a towel around his waist. "But you're welcome to borrow something of mine if you want."
"Tempting, but I should look at least somewhat professional today." She finished with her hair. "I also need to check in with Fleur. Let her know I'm perfectly fine alone in the house."
"Hope she doesn't sense something already," he chuckled.
"She probably will. I did tell her I'd have a friend around." She grinned. "Which is technically true."
"Very technically."
They made their way downstairs together, Gabrielle wrapped in one of Harry's towels. At the door she paused, seeming reluctant to leave despite her earlier talk about needing to get ready.
"So, tonight?" she asked. "Around seven?"
"Seven works. I'll pick up ingredients for dinner."
"Perfect." She kissed him, her fingers tangling into his dark, wet hair. "And Harry? Thanks for last night. And this morning. It was fun."
"It was." He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "We'll have to do it again sometime."
"I'm counting on it."
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