Harry Potter Fandom prompt 044. In Drag
Title: Wake Me
Fandom/Pairing:Harry Potter: Hr/G
Rating: NC-17
Summary: theres never a plot.. who cares! Bed one morning
Prompt: 044. In Drag
A/N: the usual notes about not being my characters and please feel free to sue me and take my debt. thanks. OH! and its quite short, but it got to the point so I left it.
Hermione woke slowly and smiled as she dragged her hand across her lovers smooth chest and up over the throat to the perfectly trmmed goatee. She smiled wide as rought hands slid across her stomach and pulled her close as a smile widened under her fingertips. Lips and mustache kissed her throat and worked down her collarbone. calloused fingertips slid down her stomach and up, rising over her breasts and teasing her nipple hard. facial hair burns scarred across her skin as the slips worked her into a warm buzz quickly. Her chest rose and fell under a pale freckled body. She grabbed the tie, the only thing her lover wore, and dragged those lips to hers, gasping for air. When the short fingers entered her she bucked. Teeth bit her lip and she yelped. The stiff red toy followed the fingers in and the two women worked together. They came together and Hermione screamed Ginnys name against the rising sun.
When they awoke again hours later, completely entangled, that bearded face kissed her shoulderblades until she was ready to greet the day. Hermione slid her hand around the back of Ginny's neck, feeling the freshly buzzed back of her hair and they both smiled.
"Gin, this drag thing has to stay."
As Ginny climbed out of bed and switched the harness from hard toy to soft packer she smiled. "I promise.. its almost 2.. wanna make lunch.. I have to be at the bar by four today. Another show tonight." She pulled her boxer breifs on and a pair of shorts.
"Stop there hon.. I like this look."
"yeah?"
"mm.. I'll make you anything you want, AND show you the proper use of a kitchen table if you leave it.."
"Fair.. but you have to leave that there." Ginny pointed to the robe Hermione was picking up from the chair. Hermione surveyed her girlfriend again, feeling rather flustered at the sight of short, spiky hair, the short perfect facial hair, the tie settled between her breasts, cargo shorts, and the bulge in front sticking out justs a little too far, enough to make one quite curious to take a better look.
She led Ginny into the kitchen and took the soft pack in between her lips with the shorts still on and ginny seated on the cold marble countertop.
Fandom/Pairing:Harry Potter: Hr/G
Rating: NC-17
Summary: theres never a plot.. who cares! Bed one morning
Prompt: 044. In Drag
A/N: the usual notes about not being my characters and please feel free to sue me and take my debt. thanks. OH! and its quite short, but it got to the point so I left it.
Hermione woke slowly and smiled as she dragged her hand across her lovers smooth chest and up over the throat to the perfectly trmmed goatee. She smiled wide as rought hands slid across her stomach and pulled her close as a smile widened under her fingertips. Lips and mustache kissed her throat and worked down her collarbone. calloused fingertips slid down her stomach and up, rising over her breasts and teasing her nipple hard. facial hair burns scarred across her skin as the slips worked her into a warm buzz quickly. Her chest rose and fell under a pale freckled body. She grabbed the tie, the only thing her lover wore, and dragged those lips to hers, gasping for air. When the short fingers entered her she bucked. Teeth bit her lip and she yelped. The stiff red toy followed the fingers in and the two women worked together. They came together and Hermione screamed Ginnys name against the rising sun.
When they awoke again hours later, completely entangled, that bearded face kissed her shoulderblades until she was ready to greet the day. Hermione slid her hand around the back of Ginny's neck, feeling the freshly buzzed back of her hair and they both smiled.
"Gin, this drag thing has to stay."
As Ginny climbed out of bed and switched the harness from hard toy to soft packer she smiled. "I promise.. its almost 2.. wanna make lunch.. I have to be at the bar by four today. Another show tonight." She pulled her boxer breifs on and a pair of shorts.
"Stop there hon.. I like this look."
"yeah?"
"mm.. I'll make you anything you want, AND show you the proper use of a kitchen table if you leave it.."
"Fair.. but you have to leave that there." Ginny pointed to the robe Hermione was picking up from the chair. Hermione surveyed her girlfriend again, feeling rather flustered at the sight of short, spiky hair, the short perfect facial hair, the tie settled between her breasts, cargo shorts, and the bulge in front sticking out justs a little too far, enough to make one quite curious to take a better look.
She led Ginny into the kitchen and took the soft pack in between her lips with the shorts still on and ginny seated on the cold marble countertop.