Fic: Cleaning Up (Harry/Parvati)
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lightofdayeTitle: Cleaning Up
Rating: NC-17
Characters & Pairing: Harry Potter/Parvati Patil
Word Count: 800
Content: PWP, established relationship, washing-as-foreplay, bath sex, vaginal sex
Disclaimer: The characters, settings and HP Franchise as a whole are owned by JKR and not by me. I make no profit from writing this piece of fanfiction.
Summary: After supper, Harry and Parvati take to their bath
A/n: Torino kindly suggested I should continue her (awesome) gift fic to me. So this is that.
- - -
Harry Potter had long since discovered that there was nothing quite like sinking into a perfectly hot bath. The tub he'd installed in Grimmauld Place wasn't the equal of the prefect's bathroom at Hogwarts but it wasn't for lack of trying.
Hot steam swirled around the bathroom, and the surface of the water was thick with bubbles.
Sinking into a hot bath, with a belly full of lamb stew and Parvati Patil slipping in along side of him was on a different order all together.
Through out dinner he had regaled her with stories of just how awful his day had been. Though thinking on it now, he was wondering what he had been complaining about.
"I'm sorry, Parvati," He said, "I've only been talking about myself. How was your day?"
Parvati had had a night and morning shift at work. She worked at the Department of Magical Accidents and Catastrophes which often lived up to it's name.
"Hmmfph," Parvati said. "You really don't want to know."
"Well then. Let's see what I can do to distract you." Harry said, adopting a light bantering tone.
He picked up a bar of a soap and lathered his hands up quickly.
"May I?" He said moving behind Parvati and he placed his hands on her shoulders at her noise of assent, he started moving his hands in circles over her shoulders, spreading lather this way and that.
Parvati made a happy noise, and tension seemed to melt out of her. Harry bit his lower lip and continued, his hands moving down her back and up again. Gently he worked a knuckle down her spine and just above the waterline, his hands rubbed her lower back.
Harry groaned, thinking of what lay below the water but restrained himself for the moment.
His soap grip wander over hips and touch the sides of her stomach and then retreated going to long way back up via her back to her shoulders.
Parvati chuckled as he did so.
"Teasing me? Really, Harry?"
"Just trying to put the effort in."
The next time Harry placed his hands on her sides though he ventured forth again, only to find Parvati react faster than he did, placing her hands on top of his and moving them to the front of her body.
There was barely any soap left on Harry's hands by then but he made a show of running them over her stomach as if still washing.
Parvati came half out of the water, pushing back into Harry's arms. Harry's hands moved upwards…
They both moaned.
Harry clasped Parvati's breasts, cupping and squeezing them. Soft and warm, they just overflowed his grip.
Parvati squirmed in his grip, soft and pliant from the soap. Her bum was just out of the water now and pressed against his hips. His heartbeat quickened and his cock was eagerly filling that cleft between her cheeks.
They waded forward, thigh deep until Parvati was bent over one end of the tub, her arms braced against the tiled wall beyond.
Harry placed one hand on her hip and gripped his cock in the other, pressing the tip of it in Parvati's pussy, teasing it over and between her folds.
"Got me right where you want me, huh?" Parvati said with a laugh. "Well go for it then!"
He pushed forward into her. Her body yielded so he was caught in her wet heat, sinking to the hilt in one long thrust.
They both groaned. Parvati's head felt slightly and she gasped. Harry started to rock his hips, keeping his pace as slow as he could managed it; not that slowly in all honesty.
Parvati was bent over in front of him, her light brown skin glistening, the glorious swell of her arse in his vision her breast swaying beneath. She was wet, her skin beaded with condensation and sweat and soap.
They worked up a lather as he thrust into her deep and fast. His hips slamming against her. Parvati's moans and gasps quickly died to deep pants and groans, Harry knew this position, this angle was perfect for her.
He slid his hands to her front and helped himself to her breasts again, squeezing then and rubbing at her hardened nipples.
Parvati went off, clenched tight around him. Harry wrapped an arm around her, his free hand braced on the tiles, holding them both up as Parvati rode out her orgasm.
"Oh!" She said softly. "oh, oh. Oh!"
"Feeling better?" Harry asked lightly.
"Oh yes," Parvati said. "I guess we should finish up here."
"We actually have to clean?"
"Sadly, yes." Parvati said. "Early start tomorrow."
"Straight to bed then?" Harry said with a little grin. He'd pulled out of her, still half-hard.
Parvati glanced down and grinned back at him.
"Sounds perfect."
Rating: NC-17
Characters & Pairing: Harry Potter/Parvati Patil
Word Count: 800
Content: PWP, established relationship, washing-as-foreplay, bath sex, vaginal sex
Disclaimer: The characters, settings and HP Franchise as a whole are owned by JKR and not by me. I make no profit from writing this piece of fanfiction.
Summary: After supper, Harry and Parvati take to their bath
A/n: Torino kindly suggested I should continue her (awesome) gift fic to me. So this is that.
- - -
Harry Potter had long since discovered that there was nothing quite like sinking into a perfectly hot bath. The tub he'd installed in Grimmauld Place wasn't the equal of the prefect's bathroom at Hogwarts but it wasn't for lack of trying.
Hot steam swirled around the bathroom, and the surface of the water was thick with bubbles.
Sinking into a hot bath, with a belly full of lamb stew and Parvati Patil slipping in along side of him was on a different order all together.
Through out dinner he had regaled her with stories of just how awful his day had been. Though thinking on it now, he was wondering what he had been complaining about.
"I'm sorry, Parvati," He said, "I've only been talking about myself. How was your day?"
Parvati had had a night and morning shift at work. She worked at the Department of Magical Accidents and Catastrophes which often lived up to it's name.
"Hmmfph," Parvati said. "You really don't want to know."
"Well then. Let's see what I can do to distract you." Harry said, adopting a light bantering tone.
He picked up a bar of a soap and lathered his hands up quickly.
"May I?" He said moving behind Parvati and he placed his hands on her shoulders at her noise of assent, he started moving his hands in circles over her shoulders, spreading lather this way and that.
Parvati made a happy noise, and tension seemed to melt out of her. Harry bit his lower lip and continued, his hands moving down her back and up again. Gently he worked a knuckle down her spine and just above the waterline, his hands rubbed her lower back.
Harry groaned, thinking of what lay below the water but restrained himself for the moment.
His soap grip wander over hips and touch the sides of her stomach and then retreated going to long way back up via her back to her shoulders.
Parvati chuckled as he did so.
"Teasing me? Really, Harry?"
"Just trying to put the effort in."
The next time Harry placed his hands on her sides though he ventured forth again, only to find Parvati react faster than he did, placing her hands on top of his and moving them to the front of her body.
There was barely any soap left on Harry's hands by then but he made a show of running them over her stomach as if still washing.
Parvati came half out of the water, pushing back into Harry's arms. Harry's hands moved upwards…
They both moaned.
Harry clasped Parvati's breasts, cupping and squeezing them. Soft and warm, they just overflowed his grip.
Parvati squirmed in his grip, soft and pliant from the soap. Her bum was just out of the water now and pressed against his hips. His heartbeat quickened and his cock was eagerly filling that cleft between her cheeks.
They waded forward, thigh deep until Parvati was bent over one end of the tub, her arms braced against the tiled wall beyond.
Harry placed one hand on her hip and gripped his cock in the other, pressing the tip of it in Parvati's pussy, teasing it over and between her folds.
"Got me right where you want me, huh?" Parvati said with a laugh. "Well go for it then!"
He pushed forward into her. Her body yielded so he was caught in her wet heat, sinking to the hilt in one long thrust.
They both groaned. Parvati's head felt slightly and she gasped. Harry started to rock his hips, keeping his pace as slow as he could managed it; not that slowly in all honesty.
Parvati was bent over in front of him, her light brown skin glistening, the glorious swell of her arse in his vision her breast swaying beneath. She was wet, her skin beaded with condensation and sweat and soap.
They worked up a lather as he thrust into her deep and fast. His hips slamming against her. Parvati's moans and gasps quickly died to deep pants and groans, Harry knew this position, this angle was perfect for her.
He slid his hands to her front and helped himself to her breasts again, squeezing then and rubbing at her hardened nipples.
Parvati went off, clenched tight around him. Harry wrapped an arm around her, his free hand braced on the tiles, holding them both up as Parvati rode out her orgasm.
"Oh!" She said softly. "oh, oh. Oh!"
"Feeling better?" Harry asked lightly.
"Oh yes," Parvati said. "I guess we should finish up here."
"We actually have to clean?"
"Sadly, yes." Parvati said. "Early start tomorrow."
"Straight to bed then?" Harry said with a little grin. He'd pulled out of her, still half-hard.
Parvati glanced down and grinned back at him.
"Sounds perfect."
