Fic: "Bubbles," R, Luna/Padma
Title: Bubbles
Author: acidpop25
Rating: R
Pairing: Luna/Padma
Word Count: 1,338
Summary: Luna wonders why it is Padma never just does what she wants.
A/N: Written for lvlysnidrus' prompt, "Luna/Padma. Prefect's bath. First time sex, but established relationship," and 100quills prompt 24: Sudden.
Sometimes, Luna likes to pretend she is a mermaid, like the one in the picture in the Prefect's bathroom. One day, Padma gave her the password, and Luna threw herself from the cold tile into the warm, bubbly lake and swam, flips of her fins and wet blonde hair winding around her arms like sea-weeds as she moved, and Luna would swear she could feel her scales. And she would open her eyes under the bubbles, the lake-foam, and the water would sting, sting, sting, but not as much as seeing bare, bare skin and ordinary little feet where her scales and her fins ought to be.
The mermaid in the picture would laugh at her, just like all the other girls. Never the nice kind of laughter.
And after a few days of it, Luna stopped playing at being something fantastic, and just slid under the water and kept her eyes closed, a dead weight, unmoving; she surfaced only when she had to, to breathe.
Like the land-creature she is.
Luna has lungs and skin and eyes that don't see properly beneath the water, and she does not speak Mermish. She is different, but not in any ordinary way, and, and, and.
And it would be fine, except that six years of being Loony do start to grate on a person, and sometimes it's not easy to stay dreamy and vacant when they all start talking.
Luna can't help it, she likes radishes. It's none of their business, anyway.
"I thought I'd find you here."
Padma has a very particular voice, and Luna always knows it. It is calm, precise, smooth, not too loud. It is very much Padma, in short, and Luna peers up over the edge of the tub, luminous grey eyes fixed on the other girl. Padma is dressed simply in neat grey slacks and a dark blue jumper- even out of her uniform, Padma is always neat. Her hair is still up in its usual sleek knot; like always, Luna wants to feel it unravel between her fingertips, silky raven-black. It is a nice fantasy, but not one she would ever share like she does so many others.
"Luna?" Worry clings to the edges of Padma's voice, and Luna realises she has not yet responded.
"I'm here now," she assures Padma, and looks up at her. "Were you looking for me?"
"I was," Padma agrees, and toes off her shoes and her socks, leaving them to the side to pad softly over to the edge of the tub. "I... I heard about what Mandy did."
Luna blinks. "From who?"
"Mandy."
"Oh. Okay." Luna doesn't really have much to say to that, and Padma sighs. "You have to just ignore her, Luna," Padma says seriously, and it takes Luna a moment to realise Padma had taken her shortness for hurt.
"It doesn't matter," Luna replies. "Would you like to share my bath?"
Padma hesitates, but it's obvious by the way she's standing and the guilty way her eyes keep flicking back and forth that she wants to. Luna wonders why it is Padma never just does what she wants. It just seems, well, silly, really.
"Please?"
Padma's resistance crumbles. "All right," she answers, and Luna watches the orderly way Padma undresses: trousers first, then jumper, both of which she folds neatly and sets to the side. Then her bra, and Luna cannot decide which is more entrancing- Padma's round, pert breasts, or the way her cheeks flush rosy-pink, despite the darkness of her skin.
Padma's so very, very pretty.
Padma strips off her knickers and gets in the water very quickly, and Luna thinks it's all very strange. Padma has such a beautiful body; why would she want to hide it under all that foam? But Padma does a lot of hiding, and Luna has never understood any of it, but she likes Padma all the same, likes her in every way it is possible to like someone else.
Luna moves closer and curls 'round Padma, arms and legs and a head on her shoulder, damp hair sticking to Padma's chocolate skin. And Padma's distant, aloof poise melts a bit under the warm water and Luna's embrace, and she wraps an arm around the younger girl and just holds her there, saying nothing. Padma has never had much use for words.
"Paddy?"
"Hm?" Padma has long since stopped protesting the nickname.
"Are we ever going to have sex, do you think?"
Padma makes a spluttering, choking little noise in reaction to the sudden question, and Luna notes curiously that not just her cheeks, but her whole neck goes pink this time.
"I... yes, I expect we will," Padma manages eventually, and her voice sounds a little breathy. "Um. Why... why d'you ask?"
Luna doesn't think that little shake in Padma's voice is embarrassment.
"Paddy," Luna says, "why don't you ever just take what you want?"
The air gets very tense, and Luna shivers, even though the bathroom is warm.
Padma swallows hard and finally answers, "I don't know," and she slips a hand between Luna's legs. The moment is oddly fragile, and Luna is afraid to break it with sound or splashing, but she can't quite suppress a moan when one of Padma's long, slender fingers slides easily inside her, and Luna has heard that it's supposed to hurt, but it doesn't.
It's very much the opposite of hurting.
Padma is looking at her with something a little like lust and a little like awe, and Luna presses closer and kisses her right on those soft, pretty lips. And Padma, Padma starts to move her hand, and she slides in a second finger, and Luna feels her nerves turn to liquid fire and pushes apart Padma's thighs to return the favour.
Padma makes the most incredible little whimpering noise when she does it, too.
Luna doesn't know how long it's supposed to take a girl to orgasm, but it doesn't take either of them long, even if it seems like far too much time. But she loved every second, and she doesn't want to slide her fingers from Padma's body, not yet, and so she doesn't, lazily moving them in and out even after Padma has come, and Luna watches with breathless fascination the way Padma squirms and pushes with her hips.
"Luna," Padma gasps, wanton. "Luna..."
Luna likes hearing her name said that way, so she sets about trying to make sure Padma keeps doing it, and Luna's fingers rub over a little nub that makes Padma tense up and moan Luna, much, much louder, and Luna does it again, and again, and again, until Padma is practically sobbing in pleasure and she clenches up tight around Luna's fingers.
"You're sexy when you do that," Luna says, and finally slides her fingers free and brings her hand up above the water, registering absently that the bubbles are nearly gone. Her fingers are wet with bathwater and Padma, and Luna licks at them, curiously, and Padma squirms a bit. "Same to you," she answers, sounding a bit drained, and Luna abandons her fingers in favour of catching Padma's lips in a slow, deep kiss.
It feels, Luna thinks, a little bit how she imagines drowning. If drowning were good.
"The bubbles are gone," Padma says, when they have parted briefly for air. Luna nods.
"We should probably get out." Her tone is reluctant, and Luna frowns, mock-severe. "Why do you do things you don't want to do?"
Padma blinks, startled, but then a slow smile curves her lips like a languid sunrise, and Padma starts to laugh. "Well," she says, between chuckles, "I guess we do have a while before it gets cold, don't we?"
Luna grins and unravels the neat knot of hair at Padma's neck, and it's as perfect as she'd thought it would be, all that raven hair tumbling down about Padma's shoulders like a waterfall.
Beautiful, yes, it is beautiful.
Sometimes, you just have to take what you want.
Author: acidpop25
Rating: R
Pairing: Luna/Padma
Word Count: 1,338
Summary: Luna wonders why it is Padma never just does what she wants.
A/N: Written for lvlysnidrus' prompt, "Luna/Padma. Prefect's bath. First time sex, but established relationship," and 100quills prompt 24: Sudden.
Sometimes, Luna likes to pretend she is a mermaid, like the one in the picture in the Prefect's bathroom. One day, Padma gave her the password, and Luna threw herself from the cold tile into the warm, bubbly lake and swam, flips of her fins and wet blonde hair winding around her arms like sea-weeds as she moved, and Luna would swear she could feel her scales. And she would open her eyes under the bubbles, the lake-foam, and the water would sting, sting, sting, but not as much as seeing bare, bare skin and ordinary little feet where her scales and her fins ought to be.
The mermaid in the picture would laugh at her, just like all the other girls. Never the nice kind of laughter.
And after a few days of it, Luna stopped playing at being something fantastic, and just slid under the water and kept her eyes closed, a dead weight, unmoving; she surfaced only when she had to, to breathe.
Like the land-creature she is.
Luna has lungs and skin and eyes that don't see properly beneath the water, and she does not speak Mermish. She is different, but not in any ordinary way, and, and, and.
And it would be fine, except that six years of being Loony do start to grate on a person, and sometimes it's not easy to stay dreamy and vacant when they all start talking.
Luna can't help it, she likes radishes. It's none of their business, anyway.
"I thought I'd find you here."
Padma has a very particular voice, and Luna always knows it. It is calm, precise, smooth, not too loud. It is very much Padma, in short, and Luna peers up over the edge of the tub, luminous grey eyes fixed on the other girl. Padma is dressed simply in neat grey slacks and a dark blue jumper- even out of her uniform, Padma is always neat. Her hair is still up in its usual sleek knot; like always, Luna wants to feel it unravel between her fingertips, silky raven-black. It is a nice fantasy, but not one she would ever share like she does so many others.
"Luna?" Worry clings to the edges of Padma's voice, and Luna realises she has not yet responded.
"I'm here now," she assures Padma, and looks up at her. "Were you looking for me?"
"I was," Padma agrees, and toes off her shoes and her socks, leaving them to the side to pad softly over to the edge of the tub. "I... I heard about what Mandy did."
Luna blinks. "From who?"
"Mandy."
"Oh. Okay." Luna doesn't really have much to say to that, and Padma sighs. "You have to just ignore her, Luna," Padma says seriously, and it takes Luna a moment to realise Padma had taken her shortness for hurt.
"It doesn't matter," Luna replies. "Would you like to share my bath?"
Padma hesitates, but it's obvious by the way she's standing and the guilty way her eyes keep flicking back and forth that she wants to. Luna wonders why it is Padma never just does what she wants. It just seems, well, silly, really.
"Please?"
Padma's resistance crumbles. "All right," she answers, and Luna watches the orderly way Padma undresses: trousers first, then jumper, both of which she folds neatly and sets to the side. Then her bra, and Luna cannot decide which is more entrancing- Padma's round, pert breasts, or the way her cheeks flush rosy-pink, despite the darkness of her skin.
Padma's so very, very pretty.
Padma strips off her knickers and gets in the water very quickly, and Luna thinks it's all very strange. Padma has such a beautiful body; why would she want to hide it under all that foam? But Padma does a lot of hiding, and Luna has never understood any of it, but she likes Padma all the same, likes her in every way it is possible to like someone else.
Luna moves closer and curls 'round Padma, arms and legs and a head on her shoulder, damp hair sticking to Padma's chocolate skin. And Padma's distant, aloof poise melts a bit under the warm water and Luna's embrace, and she wraps an arm around the younger girl and just holds her there, saying nothing. Padma has never had much use for words.
"Paddy?"
"Hm?" Padma has long since stopped protesting the nickname.
"Are we ever going to have sex, do you think?"
Padma makes a spluttering, choking little noise in reaction to the sudden question, and Luna notes curiously that not just her cheeks, but her whole neck goes pink this time.
"I... yes, I expect we will," Padma manages eventually, and her voice sounds a little breathy. "Um. Why... why d'you ask?"
Luna doesn't think that little shake in Padma's voice is embarrassment.
"Paddy," Luna says, "why don't you ever just take what you want?"
The air gets very tense, and Luna shivers, even though the bathroom is warm.
Padma swallows hard and finally answers, "I don't know," and she slips a hand between Luna's legs. The moment is oddly fragile, and Luna is afraid to break it with sound or splashing, but she can't quite suppress a moan when one of Padma's long, slender fingers slides easily inside her, and Luna has heard that it's supposed to hurt, but it doesn't.
It's very much the opposite of hurting.
Padma is looking at her with something a little like lust and a little like awe, and Luna presses closer and kisses her right on those soft, pretty lips. And Padma, Padma starts to move her hand, and she slides in a second finger, and Luna feels her nerves turn to liquid fire and pushes apart Padma's thighs to return the favour.
Padma makes the most incredible little whimpering noise when she does it, too.
Luna doesn't know how long it's supposed to take a girl to orgasm, but it doesn't take either of them long, even if it seems like far too much time. But she loved every second, and she doesn't want to slide her fingers from Padma's body, not yet, and so she doesn't, lazily moving them in and out even after Padma has come, and Luna watches with breathless fascination the way Padma squirms and pushes with her hips.
"Luna," Padma gasps, wanton. "Luna..."
Luna likes hearing her name said that way, so she sets about trying to make sure Padma keeps doing it, and Luna's fingers rub over a little nub that makes Padma tense up and moan Luna, much, much louder, and Luna does it again, and again, and again, until Padma is practically sobbing in pleasure and she clenches up tight around Luna's fingers.
"You're sexy when you do that," Luna says, and finally slides her fingers free and brings her hand up above the water, registering absently that the bubbles are nearly gone. Her fingers are wet with bathwater and Padma, and Luna licks at them, curiously, and Padma squirms a bit. "Same to you," she answers, sounding a bit drained, and Luna abandons her fingers in favour of catching Padma's lips in a slow, deep kiss.
It feels, Luna thinks, a little bit how she imagines drowning. If drowning were good.
"The bubbles are gone," Padma says, when they have parted briefly for air. Luna nods.
"We should probably get out." Her tone is reluctant, and Luna frowns, mock-severe. "Why do you do things you don't want to do?"
Padma blinks, startled, but then a slow smile curves her lips like a languid sunrise, and Padma starts to laugh. "Well," she says, between chuckles, "I guess we do have a while before it gets cold, don't we?"
Luna grins and unravels the neat knot of hair at Padma's neck, and it's as perfect as she'd thought it would be, all that raven hair tumbling down about Padma's shoulders like a waterfall.
Beautiful, yes, it is beautiful.
Sometimes, you just have to take what you want.