Frustration - Rated: E
Summary: Noah can’t handle Ginny. She finds someone who can.
I decided to post it, after all that :) Thanks to everyone who talked me through my minor freak out about this fic. I think it came out way better than it could have. It’s technically a day late for Sinning Sunday, so is this Moaning Monday?
If you’re squeamish about infidelity, fair warning. There is technically no infidelity in this fic, as Ginny and Noah are not exclusive, but it’s a close call. I also had to tag Ginny/Noah because I got weirdly graphic about their sex life. Don’t worry, Bawson endgame. Obviously.
The first time Ginny had sex with Noah, it was…nice.
Okay, maybe she’s not being fair. It had its moments. The whole night had its moments. From Eliot’s awkward goodbye, Ginny felt herself becoming more and more interested in this billionaire video game mogul. The kiss on the street had been sweet, light, and she’d fallen into it the way she knew she was supposed to. Noah did all the right things, said all the right things, and she was attracted to that. Attracted to him. And when someone does and says all the right things, the right thing to do is to take him back to your hotel room.
And that had felt right too. She was actually grinning as they kissed and fell into her bed, which was exactly what Ginny had always wanted. She wanted a man she could laugh with, smile with, and Noah was checking all her boxes. Sex was supposed to be fun, and this was fun, so she took the next logical step.
And that was fun too.
He helped slide her clothes off like a man who knew what he was doing, and when his hands ran along the skin of her stomach, she could feel goosebumps rising in their wake. His button down got caught as she tried to pull it off, and it sent them both into comfortable laughter, only dying down when his lips attached to her neck and started kissing down her body. Ginny was into it, her body responding, and she knew this was an objectively good sexual experience.
But it was the first time, so there were little things off about their interaction. Noah’s mouth on her neck – usually a pretty strong erogenous zone for Ginny – was so light she actually had to bite back a giggle. When that same mouth found it’s way between her legs (score one for Noah), she tried to guide him to where and how she wanted it, but the slow, soft licks of his tongue just couldn’t get her where she wanted to go. “Faster” and “harder” were met with miniscule responses, until she finally just pulled him up and slid a condom into his hand.
Things got a little better after that, her hips canted upwards and rolling into him, his cock (slightly above average, nothing to write home about) sliding deep into her in a slow, deliberate rhythm. It wasn’t perfect, not exactly what she wanted, but Ginny still came – a pleasant, warm feeling spreading into her stomach as Noah found his release as well.
He held her after, and slept in her bed, and all Ginny could think was how nice the night had felt. Sure, it wasn’t perfect, but first times were never perfect, right? The next time would be better.