Mac was finally turning in for the night. She'd washed her face and pulled her hair up. She was stripped down to her knickers and had just unhooked her bra and pulled it off from underneath her tank top when she heard a tapping at her window. Mac's brow furrowed. She went to the window and pulled back the lacy drape she still had yet to get rid of after moving in to this room.

Harry Potter was tapping on her window after midnight. Mac grinned and opened the window.

Harry grinned back at Mac. He was on his broom, hovering outside. He'd flown here, hadn't been able to fly in so long, and he was fully exhilarated. "Evening." His eyebrows wrinkled when he realized she looked as if she'd started getting ready for bed. "You're going to sleep already?"

"I was thinkin' on it. Why? What'd ya have in mind?"

He just shrugged with a huge grin on his face.

"Why don't ya come inside for a bit?" Mac said, grinning herself.

"Your brother-"

"Sleeps at the other end of the hall," she whispered. "And that's what silencing charms are for."

That said, she snatched her wand off the bedside table and cast said charm on the room.

Harry cast a look around the ground below him. Not seeing anyone, he put both hands on the window sill before climbing up and over, turning quickly to grab his broom and haul it inside as well. He cast an appreciative look around the room before raising an eyebrow at Mac. "Black knickers?"

"I like black," she replied, wondering if she should get dressed again, but deciding if he minded, he say something. Mac put a hand on the handle of his broom. "I was never a flyer. I envy tha' about ya."

His hair was all windblown, and she was liking it. Mac chewed her bottom lip and smiled up at him.

Harry tore his eyes from where she was chewing on her bottom lip and smiled back. "Well, you just haven't been taught by the right person, then. I've never felt more free than when I'm flying." He laughed a little before setting his broom against her desk, standing it up. He turned back. "I can leave if you want to get some sleep." Even as he said it, he shrugged out of his jacket and kicked off his shoes.

Mac put her hands on her hips. "Ya just got here. Iffen ya leave already, I'll think I've done somethin' to offend."

She shifted from foot to foot, wondering how she could move a bit closer to him without scaring him off. Then again, he had just crawled into her window in the middle of the night. Mac took a few steps closer to him, looking at his mouth. She remembered that too well from last night.

Feeling a little awkward, he put his hands on her hips hesitantly. He couldn't remember the last time he'd been with anyone, and the fact that he had even come here uninvited was progressive for him. But, damn if she hadn't been giving him those eyes for over a week. There was also the snogging last night. "Not sure what you could do to offend me." He flexed his fingers on her skin, pressing in a bit.

Her skin felt all tingly. Good tingly. "I'm certain I could come up wit somethin', but offendin' wasna what I had in mind the second I saw ya."

Mac slid a hand up his chest and around the back of his neck. She pulled his face towards hers, careful not to be too forceful. That was a bit more difficult the second his lips touched hers though. Mac couldn't decide if she wanted him, really wanted him, or she just wanted him because it had been a while and he was there. Mac pressed herself into him with a sigh, deciding that right now she didn't care about what sort of want it was.

She was so warm pressed against him like that. She was quite possibly the only witch in three years who had seemed to want him not because he was Harry Potter, but because she actually found him somewhat attractive. He was giving into those feelings, not exactly sure where they would lead. But, he had to admit he didn't mind the way her fingers were playing with the hair at the nape of his neck.

He began walking them backwards towards the bed pressed up against the wall. She went with him easily, her hands roaming on his back and shoulders. His own hand moved up her side, his thumb rubbing over her ribs.

Mac jumped up and wrapped her legs around his waist. She began nibbling on his throat, trying not to squeeze too hard with her thighs. She was pleasantly surprised at his ability to lower her to the bed like that - not just dump the both of them on it. Mac shoved him back long enough to yank his shirt over his head and toss it aside. After that, he was back down over her. He was kissing her neck. His hand was on her ribs. Mac took her own hands and moved his up.

"Harry," she whispered.

Nodding slightly against her neck, his lips moved along her jawline and back to her mouth. His hands took up where hers left off, cupping her in one hand while the other pressed against the comforter, keeping him from crushing against her. She was soft below him, and it'd been so long since he'd been able to do this with anyone.

He moved back down to her hip before slipping under the tank top she was wearing, her skin soft under his fingertips. He moved upward as he bit against her lower lip, his tongue pressing against hers.

He felt good. He was right about this to her. Mac's hands were moving down his back, exploring. It really had been a bit. She was about ready to go hexing his pants off. She needed to slow herself down. She might scare him. Or worse, hurt him. One of his hands was on her breast, and it felt lovely. Those had been ignored for a while. He was paying them plenty of attention, but her tank top needed to go. Apparently Harry was having the same thought.

Harry shoved it up her torso. Mac lifted so he could pull it off of her. His bare chest against hers was heavenly.

He moaned against her skin, moving his way down her body, kissing along her collarbone, her breastbone, before locking over one of her nipples. With the way her fingers tangled and pulled at his hair, he assumed he was doing something right. His tongue flicked out, his left hand moving down her body, settling on the waistband of her knickers and just pulling them down a little, his fingertip brushing along the newly exposed skin.

He wasn't sure how far she'd want this to go, but he was fairly certain she wasn't going to hesitate. He pulled back and looked at her through hooded eyes.

When he stopped, she raised up and looked at him with a glare. That got a bit of a chuckle out of him. He was being very gentle about this. Mac grinned. He needed to know she wouldn't break. As soon as he got her knickers off, Mac rolled them and sat on his legs as she undid his jeans and pulled those off. She made quick work of his pants too.

She leaned back and studied a bit. Not bad. Not half bad at all.

Mac crawled back up him and started kissing. Mostly his chest.

Harry closed his eyes when her lips started running over his chest. He gave a little shout and jerked when she bit down on a nipple. She looked up at him with a wicked grin on her face, and he felt himself grow harder against her thigh. He let his head fall back against the bed, his hands moving up her back. He pulled the hair tie from her hair, smiling when he felt it brush over his chest. He tangled his hands in it, pulling it a bit.

His hands were pulling at her hair. Mac rubbed her body against his. Harry made this little sound. She liked it. It made her want him even more. She started sucking on his pulse and she reached between them and took him in her hand. She was feeling urgency. Lots of it, and he was damned sexy.

Harry moaned when her hand found him. His hips pumped upwards of their own accord. He put both hands on her hip, moving her up farther, putting her where he really wanted her to be. His fingers flexed against her hip bones, looking up at her. So long. Too long. He paused before doing anything else. "Do we need... are you on..."

"Yes," she replied. He needed to quit being so polite and just have at her already. She was more prepared for him to. Those little sounds he made and the way his hips rocked against her had her ready to go. "Yes, Harry. Dinna make me wait any longer."

Mac gasped when she slid herself down on him. Neither one of them moved for a moment. Mac just sat there breathing with her eyes closed. This was nice. Her eyes snapped opened when he flipped them over. Being under Harry? Just as nice as being on him.

This was what he'd wanted when he'd come over. He would have felt slightly guilty about it if she hadn't been giving him all those signals. Plus, the way she was looking up at him didn't make him feel so bad about it either.

He pulled back slowly, his arms holding him up enough that he looked down her body. He swallowed, his eyes closing before he pushed in again, his head hanging down. He let out a gasp of air before doing the same thing again, his arms shaking a bit with the effort of not just pumping into her as fast as he could.

Too slow.

Mac pushed her hips up against his. Harry made a groaning sound and started moving a bit faster. Mac started rising and meeting him. She was making this moaning sound. It was so nice. Exactly what she'd needed after such a hard night at work. This was unwinding her quite nicely... or it would be in quick order. It had been so long for her that she wouldn't hold out long.

Harry grabbed her knee and pulled it up, pulling it around his hip, spreading her legs farther as he moved into her. His fingers were digging into her thigh, pulling her into him. The noises they were making was filling the room, and he was more than happy that she'd put the silencing charm on the room. Brody MacDougal coming into this room right then would have been possibly deadly.

He moaned as he moved into her, reaching between their bodies to pinch the bundle of nerves there. The way she shouted confirmed this was the right thing to be doing, and he continued, reaching down and sucking a bit of her neck into his mouth and he moved into her.

She was just about to go crazy. Thank the goddess he knew what he was doing. It made this very easy on her. She dug her blunt nails into the back of his neck slightly as she held him to her.

"Yes," she breathed. Yes, was exactly it. This was like a zen moment. Nice and satisfying.

Harry nodded to himself, moving into her faster and harder. His eyes were closed, the feelings of her below him making him move faster. He could feel himself tighten, knew he was close. He moved his hand against her with more speed, his motions repetitive, smooth. He wanted her to come, wanted to feel her walls clench around him. He loved that feeling, and he'd missed it with all his waiting.

"Close," he said, moving into her with increasing speed.

"Yes," she whispered again, loving that he was generous and wanted her to find her release. She was about to, it seemed. Talented fingers on him. Harry Potter had talented fingers. She chuckled in a husky tone.

Mac cut herself off with a gasp. Proof that it had been too long for her. Her orgasm had just snuck up on her. She shouted and arched her back.

He groaned when she tightened around him. It only took a few more pumps, and his hands tightened on her as he came, his fingers digging into her. His head hung, his breathing labored as his orgasm subsided. He collapsed on top of her, only halfheartedly trying not to crush her. He felt completely satisfied. He'd more than once considered just picking someone up at a bar. He was glad he hadn't. He wouldn't have had it in him to go through with it. He would have laughed, had the strength, that he had actually picked Mac up at a bar. Kind of.

A pleased smile crossed her features. She'd always liked the feeling of a man lying on top of her. Maybe that made her a bit of a slag, but so be it. Mac ran her fingers up the back of his hair. He kissed her neck. She could sleep now. Suddenly she was very tired. Mac gave a pleased little sigh when he moved off of her. Harry tried to get out of the bed, but she grabbed his arm and pulled him back.

"Stay," she she said. More than anything, she liked waking with another body in her bed. It was comforting.

He didn't argue, just moved so he was laying beside her. He groped off the edge of his bed and pulled on his pants. He grabbed his jeans, pulling the wand from the pocket before casting a cleansing charm on her. It was a force of habit, he supposed. He dropped the wand before laying back, tucking his arm under his head. He felt completely sated. His body felt heavy, that heavy that came from doing something you'd been longing to do for quite some time.

He sighed when she rolled beside him, draping an arm over his stomach. He'd always liked waking up beside someone. He didn't mind staying. He just hoped Brody didn't like to wake his sister by coming into the room.

Mac curled into his side and let herself drift off to sleep. Her last waking thought was whether or not she should lock the door in case Brody decided to barge into her room tomorrow. She just went to sleep though. She'd deal with that if it happened.


{SUMMARY} Mac and Harry release their stress on one another... naked.