Ginny was a little ashamed to admit that she was less than thrilled with her current situation. She was self-aware enough to recognize that the Ginny of their old world, the Ginny that hadn't grown up in the Order's society wouldn't have stood for sharing Harry with anyone. But she wasn't that girl. She lived for years dreading being married off to some lecherous older man. She and Luna had been close, though they'd never had sex. Ginny'd always had a hope that they'd be partnered to the same man, so that they could be together. After Luna had disappeared and she'd joined Riddle's organization she feared that she might never find a partner.
So she couldn't muster the biting jealousy she knew she might have felt once. The idea of sharing a man didn't inspire that same visceral reaction, it just was. It certainly didn't hurt that Natasha was, well, Natasha. Perhaps the most impressive woman Ginny knew. Her drive and sheer talent was even more attractive than she was, and she was so very good in bed. Shuri, Wanda, and Skye continued to prove that Harry had excellent taste in women. Wanda in particular had taken an interest in Ginny. There was just one problem, and it was why she was frustrated. Every woman that joined them meant less time for her. Perhaps in a less cruel world, they'd be able to make time, but right now enjoying even a normal romantic relationship would have been difficult. But still… Ginny was a healthy young woman, and she had needs. She'd gone years without sex, just fine, but now she'd gotten a taste of it- of him.
Damn it, she loved spending time with Harry! She loved joking around with him, she loved cuddling with him, she loved listening to him and Nat tell stories about their adventures together, and she loved their sex. If it were just the two of them, she'd be on him every chance she got. He'd awakened something in her. He set her nerves alight with just his touch, made her body come alive with only his presence. But it wasn't just the two of them, and she had to share. Of course Daisy would want to enjoy her reunion with Harry. And of course, Harry had to spend time with his children, and was worried for Septimius. And of course, they all were at their wits end with Hela and Hydra.
They all managed in their own ways. Shuri had her collection of toys. Wanda satisfied herself by listening in on the rest of them. She and Nat spent plenty of quality time together, to the point where Ginny lost count of how many orgasms she'd had on Nat's skilled tongue. It was almost scary, how good she was at sex, how quickly she could render Ginny a gibbering mess. Even though she had Nat, though, she wanted Harry. She wanted to feel his body on top of her, to be able to burrow her head into his chest and take in his scent. That alone would be enough to light a fire in her core, have her feeling hot and ready to strip them of their clothes.
She shook herself, going down that rabbit hole wasn't going to help her predicament. Ginny had withdrawn from their room, letting Harry and Skye have their moment. She roamed the halls aimlessly, lost in her thoughts, until she found that her feet had taken her to Luna's room.
Ginny swallowed. Harry had given her permission to pursue Luna if she wanted. He hadn't even asked to be involved with Luna himself, though Wanda had told Ginny that he absolutely wouldn't say no if the opportunity presented itself. For a moment, Ginny hesitated, and then she knocked. A minute later, a ruffled looking Luna opened the door. "Err, sorry." Ginny apologized. "You were asleep, weren't you?" She was wearing a conservative nightgown that covered almost all of her body. All of Luna's clothes hid as much as possible. Even though the weather was warm, she just put cooling charms on herself. Ginny didn't need a Wanda to tell her why.
Luna smiled and shrugged. "No, just laying in bed." She said. She looked up at Ginny with those wide, curious eyes, and Ginny felt a surge of affection for her. "Why are you here?"
Behind her mannerisms, Ginny realized that Luna was hanging onto her every word. She'd noticed that as well. Luna tried to play it casual, but there was a longing beneath that. They'd made promises to each other, years ago. Ginny hadn't kept those promises- not yet, and Luna must be wondering if it was because of something she'd done… or because of something that had been done to her.
"I wanted to see you." Ginny said. "I think its about time that we… talk." Luna bobbed her head in a nod, and waved her in. Ginny took in Luna's spartan accommodations with a frown. Their dorms hadn't offered much room for personalization, but she'd remembered Luna's bedroom from their past life, and this paled in comparison. "How've you been holding up?" She asked.
"Its alright." Luna said, sitting on her bed. "It's been nice meeting everyone. Barely anyone asks about the tattoos."
"Someone has?" Ginny winced, an edge in her voice. Did she need to hex someone?
Luna giggled. "Rogue threatened to touch them. He hasn't talked to me again."
"I'm glad, that you found a friend there, at least." Ginny sighed, sitting next to her. "I'm sorry. I wish… I wish we'd found you sooner." Luna hugged her from the side. Ginny startled in surprise, causing Luna to hesitate, before Ginny quickly returned the hug. "I missed you." She said.
"Me too." Luna sniffled. "I thought about you every day. I figured you moved on, though."
"Luna, I-"
"I get it. For all you knew, I was dead. And Harry's great, I can see why you like him so much. I just-"
"It wasn't like that, Luna." Ginny said. "I mean, it doesn't have to be."
Luna looked up at her with vulnerable eyes. "What do you mean?"
"You think Harry's a hypocrite?" Ginny's lips curved into a smile. "You don't think he'd let me… if I wanted to…" She leaned in, and Luna's lips parted in a silent gasp- too kissable to ignore. It was a chaste kiss, and it left Luna trembling. "Luna, are you okay?"
"I-I…" Luna's voice broke. "Still?"
Ginny clutched her in a hug. "Always."
"And Harry's…"
"He's okay with it." Ginny assured her. "And he doesn't expect you to do anything with him, if you don't want to."
Luna sniffled, wiping her eyes. "What if I do want to?" She asked coyly. "Are the others going to be okay with that?"
"Talk to Wanda." Ginny giggled. "She'll be happy to set you up with him. But enough about Harry." She declared. "Let's talk about us. Or maybe… let's not talk at all."
They fell into each other, and then onto the bed. Luna was painfully inexperienced, and Ginny went slow, pressing kisses to her forehead, cheeks, and finally her mouth that deepened with each repetition, until eventually they were properly snogging. At that point, Ginny got ahead of herself, pinning Luna to the bed while she practically shoved her tongue down her throat. A squeak from Luna pulled Ginny back to the present, and she realized she had a hand on Luna's chest. Oops.
"Sorry, was that too much?" Ginny asked breathlessly.
"No!" Luna shook her head emphatically. "I was just surprised. Keep going… if you want?" Ginny moved to pull Luna's nightgown up, but Luna froze.
"Luna, its okay." Ginny soothed. "Please, let me see you."
Luna nodded reluctantly, and let her pull her gown off, self-consciously crossing her arms over her body after it was removed. There was hardly a patch of skin that wasn't engraved with tattoos. It made Ginny's blood boil, and part of her wished she could resurrect Lily Snape just so she could kill her again, whether she was Harry's mum or not. She shook off the urge, knowing that rage would do Luna no good right now. "Luna, you're beautiful."
"You're just saying that." Luna shook her head, and Ginny wasn't having it.
"None of that." She insisted. "You're gorgeous." She kissed Luna all over, pressing her lips wherever she saw a tattoo. "I'm sorry, this was done to you. But it doesn't change anything."
"It does. I'm not the same."
"Don't you remember what Harry said?" Ginny reminded her. "You're still you. He's right. Even if you've been hurt, you're still you, and that's pretty wonderful." Luna sniffled, and Ginny's heart clenched. "Let me take care of you." She said.
Luna let her arms fall down, giving Ginny more access to her body, more space for her mouth to roam. She captured her nipple and suckled until she drew a soft cry from Luna's mouth. Then she ventured lower, down the plain of her stomach. She was wet, enough to leave a damp spot in her knickers, Ginny noted with satisfaction. Luna's legs were still clenched together, but a gentle touch from Ginny's hands was enough to get them to part slightly, allowing her to drag her panties down.
Luna whimpered, squirming nervously as Ginny leaned in and kissed up her thighs. "I should warn you." She said lightly. "That I've learned from the best." 'The best' being Natasha. Ginny wasn't on her level, but she'd studiously picked up on her talents over time and used them against her to great effect. The greatest trick, Natasha insisted, was that every woman (and man) was different and liked different things best. It was important to explore and listen to how your partner reacted.
So Ginny started slow, pressing teasing kisses along her slit and listening to her needly little whimpers. She wanted to make Luna forget all about her insecurities, and to do that she needed to drive her wild. Eventually, she made it to her clit, and when her lips made contact Luna jolted as if by an electric shock. Ginny looked up, to see Luna staring down at her with wide needy eyes, mouth agape in a breathless gasp. Ginny smiled mischievously up at her, pressing a kiss to her thigh. "No…" Luna whined piteously. "Please, do that again."
"What?" Ginny said coyly. "You want me to kiss your clit again?" Luna nodded enthusiastically. "Like this?" She kissed her again, this time sliding her tongue along the little nub. Luna moaned loudly, eyelids fluttering as she lost herself momentarily in the sensation.
"Yes. More." She bleated. "You're so so good at this."
"Thank you." Ginny teased. "I love compliments."
"And your so hot and talented, and cool." Luna piled them on. "And you don't have a temper at all."
"Hey!" Ginny giggled.
"And I'm so lucky to have you in my life."
Ginny's heart softened. She wasn't going to tease her anymore. "So am I." Then she dove in, kissing and licking and gently sucking as Luna cried out. She didn't stop, not until she made Luna cum, and she was basking in the afterglow. She pulled herself up to cuddle with her. Luna, however, noticed their disparity. "What about you? She asked.
"You don't need to worry about me." Ginny said unconvincingly. She'd walked into Luna's room horny, and nothing they'd done there had done anything to reduce it.
"I want to." Luna insisted as she pulled at Ginny's clothes. In her attempts to disrobe her, Luna slid her hand over Ginny's breast, provoking an involuntary gasp. She looked down at Ginny in triumph.
"Okay." Ginny relented, knowing she was beaten. Luna grinned eagerly, and the two quickly divested Ginny of her clothes. It was then that Luna paused, unsure.
"Err, I don't exactly know… how?"
Ginny chuckled. "It's okay, love. I'll show you."
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"You've changed, Johnson." Daisy had actually been engrossed in her work. Getting laid had in fact helped her focus, and she was getting close to being able to pinpoint Stark's location thanks in part to a computer Shuri had assembled for her. The Wakandan technology was far better than what she'd been able to scavenge from Hydra components, even if it took some adjustment.
"Thanks?" Daisy said quizzically, turning to Maria Hill. The woman had been a senior officer at their resistance cell, technically her boss. Daisy didn't consider the woman to have any seniority over her now, though. She was with Harry, and they were their own thing.
"It wasn't a compliment." Oof, harsh. Daisy wasn't one to take a challenge like that lying down. She knew exactly what Hill was talking about, and she didn't appreciate the insinuation. Also, fuck her, Daisy wasn't that different. Just happier.
She shrugged. "Maybe you just need to get laid."
"You spend all your time with Potter, and his… cabal." Daisy raised her eyebrows. "You used to be one of us, what happened?" It was true that Daisy hadn't spent much time with Coulson, Hill or the others since she'd reunited with Harry. It had felt natural, though. She'd chosen the Avengers over Shield long ago. Even though Harry's team wasn't technically the Avengers, and their resistance cell wasn't technically Shield, they basically were.
"Aw, you miss me?" Daisy snarked. "You could have just asked, we can have a team bonding night."
Hill rolled her eyes. "And you just, act like his lap dog. What, is the sex that good?"
"Yes." Daisy said, walking up to Hill and looking her in the eye. "He's that good." She smirked. "I bet he could destroy you, with just a touch." He could, of course, because them touching would bring her memories back- Daisy reckoned that counted as 'destroying her'. The Maria Hill who walked away from that wouldn't be the same as the one who walked in.
"Is there a problem here?" Harry announced his presence from the doorway Hill had just walked through.
"Hey babe!" Daisy called. "What brings you here?"
"Wanda said you might need some help." He said, and she internally snickered. Wanda was always focused on securing the bag.
"You know, now that you mention it, I think it's time that you properly met one of my mentors- Maria Hill. Maria- Harry. Harry- Maria." She gestured to the two of them.
Harry reluctantly held his hand out for her to shake. They both knew exactly what was going to happen as soon as he and Hill touched. Hill couldn't know this, but perhaps what Daisy had said earlier had tipped her off. Regardless, she wasn't about to make nice with Harry. "I don't know who you are, or what hold you have over Daisy." She said. "But I'm onto you." She said. "You're surrounded by this harem, like you think you're some sort of king. We're here because we need to survive, but mark my words-" She poked Harry aggressively in the chest, and that was enough. Hill stiffened, falling forward into Harry's chest. He caught her, and she shuddered, staring up at him with dilated pupils.
Harry led her over to a chair and setting her in it with care. "Its alright, take your time Maria." He said, before turning back to Skye.
"Thank you for helping with her, daddy." She said, overly saccharine. Her earlier focus on her work was totally ruined, right now all Skye wanted to do is rub her relationship with Harry in Hill's face. Let her see just how much of a 'lap dog' Skye was.
Harry chuckled. "Are you sure now's the right time for this, Skye?" He asked, glancing back at Maria, who was staring at them, poleaxed.
"Oh please, daddy." She purred performatively. "I need your cock so bad. I'll do anything."
Harry sent a last evaluating glance at Hill before relenting. "Alright, lets get you sorted out." Skye found herself lifted into the air by an unseen force. Then, she felt cool air along her skin, as her clothes vanished, reappearing in a neat pile on her desk. The sudden display of power rocked her. He could do whatever he wanted to her, and the knowledge was intoxicating. She squirmed in the air, trying to reach for him. "Don't make me restrain you, Skye." Harry chided. "Stay nice and still for me, okay?"
"Okay daddy." Skye said meekly. There was no longer performance in her words. She'd been submerged and was fully in the moment. He began to methodically strip himself. Skye had almost forgotten that Maria was there, until she made a strangled sound as Harry pulled down his boxers. Harry marched up to her, and Skye rubbed her thighs together, feeling just how wet she was. He hadn't even touched her and she was leaking and flushed, her nipples were diamond hard and her entire body was tingling and trembling in anticipation. His cock projected out, nearly touching her, and she wanted so badly to reach out. But she held herself back, remembering Harry's earlier command.
"That's a good girl." He cooed. He grabbed her hips, and Skye gasped, his mere touch sending tingles down her spine. His hands sculpted her body like he owned her, like he was inspecting his property. Skye bleated and whimpered as he felt her slick thighs, then groped her ass, then sliding up her back before grabbing her breasts. Skye clenched her thighs together rhythmically, finding an orgasm as he groped her chest. In the comedown, Harry stroked her chin, a finger brushing against her lips. She pliantly swallowed it, bobbing her head and lavishing it with attention as if it were his cock. "So eager for me, aren't you Skye." She loved how he said her pet name, with such curling affection.
"Yes daddy." She said. She gasped as she was suddenly tipped over, so that she was parallel to the ground and facing Maria. Her hair fell over her face as she panted for breath, but she could still mostly see her. The woman was no longer simply staring at them. She'd pulled her jeans down to her knees and crammed a hand inside her panties while the other gripped the arm of her chair.
"Tell her how it feels." Harry instructed her. "As best you can." He added cheekily. Her eyes went wide as she felt his cockhead against her slit.
"I-uh-" She tried unsuccessfully to obey, but then felt her body press onto his cock. He was using his magic to fuck her onto him, and it had rendered her speechless, only able to moan as he entered her.
"Go ahead." He reminded her, patting her head.
"Cock in me!" Skye burst out, saying the first thing that came to mind. "So much cock in me!" She was being slowly pulled back off his shaft, which helped her faculties. "Maria." She panted. "He feels so good!"
Maria's eyes, however, were focused above her, enraptured. Skye realized that Harry must be staring her down, and she felt for the woman. It was hard to withstand the full force of Harry's eyes in the heat of the moment, they were like a forge- that iron will determination, the burning passion and melting affection.
Harry slowly pistoned Skye onto his cock, and Skye did her best to narrate, babbling to Maria whatever nonsense came to her mind. Maria had quickly made herself cum on her fingers, and with that initial feverish desperation gone, she stared up at Harry slack-jawed as she stroked herself in time with Harry and Skye's fucking.
Skye was the next to break, announcing that she was- "Gonna cum, daddy!" Harry grunted, taking hold of her hips as he began to thrust in earnest.
"I'm close too, baby." He moaned. "Hold on for me." Skye tried, clenching her teeth as she attempted to stave off the growing inferno in her core. But Harry's sudden onslaught made that impossible. This was him fucking her like he was trying to cum, using her body for his pleasure, and ironically it was an indescribable turn on.
Finally, Skye resorted to begging. "Cum in me, daddy." She moaned as she fell apart. "Please cum in me! Please! Please! Pleaseplease-"
"Fuck!" Harry said, and his voice sounded like a rope snaping. His hips drove into hers sharply, and she knew she'd made him cum. They rode their peaks out together, thrusting and grinding while Hills' fingers rubbed her clit viciously in an effort to catch up. She toppled over the edge while Skye and Harry were somewhere in the afterglow. Maria moaned Harry's name while Harry gathered Skye to her.
"Love you." Harry said, and Skye beamed, doped up on hormones and not ready to come down.
"Love you too." She sighed happily.