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fanfic100; Ginny/Luna
Word Count: ~800 altogether
Prompts: 047. Heart. 048. Diamond. 049. Club.
Rating - R - darkdarkdark (a total switch from my usual G/L)
I.
Ginny's eyes narrow as she stalks the blonde stretched out on the plush chaise, the afternoon sun hitting her back just so and Ginny knows that she's not quite asleep and not quite awake.
Luna is the only person Ginny knows that has ever mastered the true cat nap. Not that it matters. Ginny has mastered the arts of the stealth attack.
From the foot of the chaise, Ginny lets her Disillusionment charm drop and pounces, covering Luna's body with her own, hands on either side of her shoulders. Luna's head pops up, but she doesn't scream, instead, drawing her hands under her chest with a wide, welcoming grin, pressing her forehead to the cushion.
"It appears that I am at your mercy." Her voice is soft and floats up into the filtered sunlight, mingling with the dust motes and making them more luminous, and Ginny lowers her mouth to Luna's neck and tears into it like the large cat she obviously is.
Having left her mark on a whimpering, panting Luna, Ginny's hands slide around and up Luna's ribcage between Luna's own hands and the chaise, dragging fingernails and pulling down at the bodice of her gauzy top, exposing enough skin that she can place her entire left palm on bare skin above (below?) Luna's heart.
As her right hand palms a small breast half through the top, Ginny grins into Luna's skin. "Always. Don't forget it."
II.
"I have something for you," says Ginny, smiling the smile that makes Luna afraid and excited and worried all at once, but a long time ago Ginny convinced her that it was all going to be just fine, and Luna trusts her because Ginny is all she has left.
Not as much worrying, then, except for the tiniest bit that tells her something's wrong, and that bit is always shushed by the excited and afraid bits.
Luna stretches her long legs draped in the skirt of a soft colorful silk dress that Ginny bought for her because she knew Luna would like it, dangling one foot off of her favorite chaise to make room on Ginny's side. "Come give it to me, then. And sit close so I can thank you properly."
Sitting close to her hip, Ginny, pulls a long velvet case from the inner pocket of her robes and offers it to Luna with a fleeting kiss, eyes sparkling. "For you, love."
Luna grins and opens it, eyes wider than usual at the thin bracelet in what appears to be platinum, twined with diamonds and sapphires, heart thumping, gasping,"Gin-"
Properly gratified, Ginny pulls the bracelet free, clasping it around Luna's wrist and admiring it for a moment before using the delicate wrist in her hand to pull her closer.
Blinking, Luna tilts her head to kiss her properly as Ginny's hand slips over hers still grasping the box, a soft, happy sound in the back of her throat.
Luna has yes, registered that the box is not new and the bracelet is freshly polished but in a style popular some twenty years ago and knows Ginny did not buy this. Even if she had, it would have come from the same place, philosophically.
So Luna says nothing and kisses harder.
III.
"Weasley. When are you planning on sharing your pretty pet?" The voice is harsh and well concealed, but Ginny is well aware of the identity of the arse attached to it. Without another thought, she stops and throws a punch to his stomach, setting her foot behind his and shoving him backward. Pouncing lightning quick as he lands, she plants her knee into his sternum, hard, her fist at his throat.
"Never. Fucking Talk. About Luna. Ever. If I ever catch you even looking at her sideways, you can see I don't need a wand to kill you. Do you understand me?"
The voice from the ground is strangled but the owner is obviously trying to retain some semblance of dignity as Ginny holds him down. "Jesus Weasley, fine. The bint is loony as a bird anyway; she probably thinks this is some sort of country club. Likely better than what she's used to." Sarcastically, he added, "No offense," meaning of course, he was directly placing all the offense he could into his statement.
Leaning down to look him in the eye through not one, but two masks, Ginny bares her teeth. "Never talk about Luna, Nott. I'd probably be given permission to Crucio you for practice. Remember who carries the favor now." Slamming him into the ground without even flinching at the crack of his head against stone, Ginny rises and continues her ascent through the castle dungeons and back up to her suite of rooms, not content until she can wrap her arms around Luna and breathe her in.
These days the only time Ginny feels like she can breathe at all is when she's holding Luna close and hoping(praying) that she isn't drowning.
Word Count: ~800 altogether
Prompts: 047. Heart. 048. Diamond. 049. Club.
Rating - R - darkdarkdark (a total switch from my usual G/L)
I.
Ginny's eyes narrow as she stalks the blonde stretched out on the plush chaise, the afternoon sun hitting her back just so and Ginny knows that she's not quite asleep and not quite awake.
Luna is the only person Ginny knows that has ever mastered the true cat nap. Not that it matters. Ginny has mastered the arts of the stealth attack.
From the foot of the chaise, Ginny lets her Disillusionment charm drop and pounces, covering Luna's body with her own, hands on either side of her shoulders. Luna's head pops up, but she doesn't scream, instead, drawing her hands under her chest with a wide, welcoming grin, pressing her forehead to the cushion.
"It appears that I am at your mercy." Her voice is soft and floats up into the filtered sunlight, mingling with the dust motes and making them more luminous, and Ginny lowers her mouth to Luna's neck and tears into it like the large cat she obviously is.
Having left her mark on a whimpering, panting Luna, Ginny's hands slide around and up Luna's ribcage between Luna's own hands and the chaise, dragging fingernails and pulling down at the bodice of her gauzy top, exposing enough skin that she can place her entire left palm on bare skin above (below?) Luna's heart.
As her right hand palms a small breast half through the top, Ginny grins into Luna's skin. "Always. Don't forget it."
II.
"I have something for you," says Ginny, smiling the smile that makes Luna afraid and excited and worried all at once, but a long time ago Ginny convinced her that it was all going to be just fine, and Luna trusts her because Ginny is all she has left.
Not as much worrying, then, except for the tiniest bit that tells her something's wrong, and that bit is always shushed by the excited and afraid bits.
Luna stretches her long legs draped in the skirt of a soft colorful silk dress that Ginny bought for her because she knew Luna would like it, dangling one foot off of her favorite chaise to make room on Ginny's side. "Come give it to me, then. And sit close so I can thank you properly."
Sitting close to her hip, Ginny, pulls a long velvet case from the inner pocket of her robes and offers it to Luna with a fleeting kiss, eyes sparkling. "For you, love."
Luna grins and opens it, eyes wider than usual at the thin bracelet in what appears to be platinum, twined with diamonds and sapphires, heart thumping, gasping,"Gin-"
Properly gratified, Ginny pulls the bracelet free, clasping it around Luna's wrist and admiring it for a moment before using the delicate wrist in her hand to pull her closer.
Blinking, Luna tilts her head to kiss her properly as Ginny's hand slips over hers still grasping the box, a soft, happy sound in the back of her throat.
Luna has yes, registered that the box is not new and the bracelet is freshly polished but in a style popular some twenty years ago and knows Ginny did not buy this. Even if she had, it would have come from the same place, philosophically.
So Luna says nothing and kisses harder.
III.
"Weasley. When are you planning on sharing your pretty pet?" The voice is harsh and well concealed, but Ginny is well aware of the identity of the arse attached to it. Without another thought, she stops and throws a punch to his stomach, setting her foot behind his and shoving him backward. Pouncing lightning quick as he lands, she plants her knee into his sternum, hard, her fist at his throat.
"Never. Fucking Talk. About Luna. Ever. If I ever catch you even looking at her sideways, you can see I don't need a wand to kill you. Do you understand me?"
The voice from the ground is strangled but the owner is obviously trying to retain some semblance of dignity as Ginny holds him down. "Jesus Weasley, fine. The bint is loony as a bird anyway; she probably thinks this is some sort of country club. Likely better than what she's used to." Sarcastically, he added, "No offense," meaning of course, he was directly placing all the offense he could into his statement.
Leaning down to look him in the eye through not one, but two masks, Ginny bares her teeth. "Never talk about Luna, Nott. I'd probably be given permission to Crucio you for practice. Remember who carries the favor now." Slamming him into the ground without even flinching at the crack of his head against stone, Ginny rises and continues her ascent through the castle dungeons and back up to her suite of rooms, not content until she can wrap her arms around Luna and breathe her in.
These days the only time Ginny feels like she can breathe at all is when she's holding Luna close and hoping(praying) that she isn't drowning.