Petals (Ginny/Luna) - NC17
Title: Petals
Author: corvidae9
Disclaimer: Sadly, neither Ginny nor Luna are anything remotely resembling mine.
Rating: NC17
Word Count: ~1365
Pairing: Ginny/Luna
Summary: Luna resorts to an unconventional method to make sure Ginny isn't lying and is rewarded appropriately.
Author's Note: Written for the scarletwomen "May Deflowering" challenge. This fic consists of a set of four ficlets that as usual, conveniently happen to fit right nicely not only with one another, but in with my fanfic100 Ginny/Luna table - Prompts 001. Beginnings, 096. Truth (Writer's Choice), 084. He, and 038. Touch
I.
Ginny knelt on the wall side of the bed, hands braced on the windowsill, head between her elbows, panting and squirming as Luna kissed a trail up Ginny's bare and nearly luminescent spine. Thick locks of hair were shoved out of the way and tossed unceremoniously over Ginny's shoulder as Luna's hands drifted ghostlike over the pale skin of freckled sides and stomach and breast.
"If you were on your hands and knees with your back arched like this, you'd be in the cow position," said Luna, fingers of one hand now following her mouth over Ginny's bowed back. Luna, who had learned yoga with Padma Patil, had become fascinated by drawing parallels between the shapes of bodies and what makes them bend into the shapes that have become standard poses.
Ginny tried to pull her hands away from the windowsill, gasping as they snapped right back after she'd moved not more than a few inches. "L-- Luna... let me...oh god..."
Rather pleased by that snap, Luna smiled sweetly, though her eyes narrowed as she squeezed a handful of Ginny's arse.
"No, no. I'm making sure it's me you want," her hand slid to Ginny's calf folded under her, fingers caressing soft skin and circling a faintly scarred anklebone, "by making sure you can't lie."
Ginny spoke in a rush between whimpers. "I'd never lie to you-- not ever."
"That's very sweet," Luna whispered, almost convinced. As she bent to trace Ginny's shoulderblade with her tongue, he hand slipped under and around Ginny, sliding against her soft, wet center, grinding slowly and with purpose. The redhead bucked hard, her shoulders coming back as she inhaled roughly, though her hands were still pinned to the windowsill, spine gone concave as she pushed her hips into Luna's hand; into the index and middle fingers on either side of her clit, squeezing gently on the downstroke, each less tentative than the last.
Smiling, almost smug, Luna shifted to be better able to watch Ginny's face. "And that, would be 'cat'."
II.
Luna had released the charm on Ginny's wrists the moment she had snapped taut and keened, tone as tight and sweetly metallic as the wanton harpsichord. Of course, then Luna had set her forehead to Ginny's ribs and laughed at having thought of describing harpsichords as 'wanton' when all she wanted was to release the very nervous energy that had her doubled over and giggling just like this. "Mmm--ooof!"
And just like that, Luna found herself on her back, the top of her head floating off of the edge of her narrow bed, her hands pinned at roughly her shoulder level by a Ginny that obviously was thinking thoughts that might make a lesser being blush.
"You called me a liar," accused Ginny, her voice low, harsh.
Blinking, Luna smiled, nonchalant, as if she'd mentioned tea or the weather. "No. I merely precluded the need for Veritaserum by making it impossible for you to lie."
Not satisfied with that, Ginny pressed harder. "Meaning that you expected me to."
"Meaning I know you can," breathed Luna, tugging at her wrists if only to make Ginny press harder. "Meaning I've seen you lie to enough boys who wanted you naked to know it was a concern."
Eyes still narrow, the corner of Ginny's mouth twitched upward. "Boys are easy to lie to."
Luna ran the inside edge of her foot along Ginny's calf, breath hitching as Ginny pulled her knee in closer, wedging it between her thighs. "And it never occurred to any of them to tie you down to get the truth."
Ginny smirked showing too much incisor as she bent her head to lick a stripe from between Luna's breasts, up the center of her chest and throat. "None of them would have survived the attempt."
III.
For all that Luna knew, Ginny chief among them (or at least in the top ten), there were a few things she had not until now. Namely: if the girl you'd had a crush on since the time you were small children wanted to hold you down and rough you up, life was measurably improved. She'd suspected it of course, but knowing was a different animal entirely.
Ginny ran her hand up and back down Luna's ribs, her fingertips bumping one at a time as if falling down a staircase - bump bump bump wheee! with the 'whee' being the soft fall of her stomach out from under them; the slow curve of her abdomen adorned by a rather nice navel that apparently served as a good temporary port and anchor for Ginny's index finger as her thumb traveled further south.
Luna's eyes slid shut with a smile, but Ginny's hand suddenly stilled far too close to where it would do the most good right at the moment. Ginny spoke directly against the flesh of Luna' throat, and the vibration sinking in and echoing off of her vertebrae nearly offset the question entirely. "Why now, Luna? Why did you wait until Harry decided he didn't want me?"
The long pale fingers of Luna's free hand tangled through Ginny's hair, iridiscent and shimmering dark in the filtered moonlight. Luna tilted her head, barely opening her eyes. "I was waiting until you stopped wanting him."
IV.
Ginny had all the answers she needed, and as such stopped asking questions, choosing instead to let her hand arrive at its destination. Her two longest fingers slid into Luna without hesitation or resistance, thumb circling her clit as she nibbled at Luna's throat. It was Luna's turn to gasp and buck, though Ginny held her down effectively, growling around her teeth set firmly against the softly muscled juncture of Luna's neck and shoulder.
Luna's head fell back, hands tightening in Ginny's hair as her own long blond hair spilled over the side of the mattress, Ginny's deft fingers drawing out the fluttery sighs and moans and shaky breaths of an outcast Ravenclaw who had never let anyone close enough to touch her thus. A low, hoarse laugh wrenched its way from Luna's throat as Ginny's lips sealed around a small, hard nipple and suckled with the slightest hint of teeth. The thought occurred to her that she was not only being made love to-- she was being consumed; properly deflowered. Moreover, she was being peeled bare petal by petal, beginning with the spreading of her legs as far as they would go and continuing with every upstroke of the flat pads of Ginny's three fingers up and across her clit and around and down again relentlessly to the rhythm of her rocking hips.
Well past incoherent for the most part, Luna couldn't hear herself mumbling, "...she loves me... she loves me not... she loves me... she loves me not..." through harsh panting moans, but if she had, it would have made sense entirely. After all, what else was there to say?
Ginny swallowed a moan as she rocked back, just barely grinding her hypersensitized cunt down on Luna's thigh as she crooked her fingers and turned them, dragging her top two knuckles back and forth, up and around. Breathless, Ginny lapped at a bite mark low on the curve of Luna's breast, unable to make out what she was saying and temporarily rendered unable to ask as she ground her own hips down again.
All Luna could see were stars exploding on the ceiling where there were none before; a supernova of heat and light pooling low between her legs and spreading, the muscles in her thighs and arse shaking and pulling tight. Ginny's fingers played across her clit, pressing and stroking steadily as Luna's foot came off of the bed and planted on Ginny's hip, using it as leverage to buck up harder into her hand as she came. Toes curling reflexively, Luna was finally intelligible as she cried, "ohgodohfuck; she loves me."
Dropping her forehead to Luna's sternum with a low laugh of her own, Ginny withdrew her fingers with a shiver to match Luna's, tightening her hand on Luna's hip instead. Sliding her body downward, she left a trail of wet kisses in her wake, using her tongue to taste the patch of moisture on the inside of Luna's spread thigh, making it clear that she was nowhere near done. "That's what I've been trying to say."
Author: corvidae9
Disclaimer: Sadly, neither Ginny nor Luna are anything remotely resembling mine.
Rating: NC17
Word Count: ~1365
Pairing: Ginny/Luna
Summary: Luna resorts to an unconventional method to make sure Ginny isn't lying and is rewarded appropriately.
Author's Note: Written for the scarletwomen "May Deflowering" challenge. This fic consists of a set of four ficlets that as usual, conveniently happen to fit right nicely not only with one another, but in with my fanfic100 Ginny/Luna table - Prompts 001. Beginnings, 096. Truth (Writer's Choice), 084. He, and 038. Touch
I.
Ginny knelt on the wall side of the bed, hands braced on the windowsill, head between her elbows, panting and squirming as Luna kissed a trail up Ginny's bare and nearly luminescent spine. Thick locks of hair were shoved out of the way and tossed unceremoniously over Ginny's shoulder as Luna's hands drifted ghostlike over the pale skin of freckled sides and stomach and breast.
"If you were on your hands and knees with your back arched like this, you'd be in the cow position," said Luna, fingers of one hand now following her mouth over Ginny's bowed back. Luna, who had learned yoga with Padma Patil, had become fascinated by drawing parallels between the shapes of bodies and what makes them bend into the shapes that have become standard poses.
Ginny tried to pull her hands away from the windowsill, gasping as they snapped right back after she'd moved not more than a few inches. "L-- Luna... let me...oh god..."
Rather pleased by that snap, Luna smiled sweetly, though her eyes narrowed as she squeezed a handful of Ginny's arse.
"No, no. I'm making sure it's me you want," her hand slid to Ginny's calf folded under her, fingers caressing soft skin and circling a faintly scarred anklebone, "by making sure you can't lie."
Ginny spoke in a rush between whimpers. "I'd never lie to you-- not ever."
"That's very sweet," Luna whispered, almost convinced. As she bent to trace Ginny's shoulderblade with her tongue, he hand slipped under and around Ginny, sliding against her soft, wet center, grinding slowly and with purpose. The redhead bucked hard, her shoulders coming back as she inhaled roughly, though her hands were still pinned to the windowsill, spine gone concave as she pushed her hips into Luna's hand; into the index and middle fingers on either side of her clit, squeezing gently on the downstroke, each less tentative than the last.
Smiling, almost smug, Luna shifted to be better able to watch Ginny's face. "And that, would be 'cat'."
II.
Luna had released the charm on Ginny's wrists the moment she had snapped taut and keened, tone as tight and sweetly metallic as the wanton harpsichord. Of course, then Luna had set her forehead to Ginny's ribs and laughed at having thought of describing harpsichords as 'wanton' when all she wanted was to release the very nervous energy that had her doubled over and giggling just like this. "Mmm--ooof!"
And just like that, Luna found herself on her back, the top of her head floating off of the edge of her narrow bed, her hands pinned at roughly her shoulder level by a Ginny that obviously was thinking thoughts that might make a lesser being blush.
"You called me a liar," accused Ginny, her voice low, harsh.
Blinking, Luna smiled, nonchalant, as if she'd mentioned tea or the weather. "No. I merely precluded the need for Veritaserum by making it impossible for you to lie."
Not satisfied with that, Ginny pressed harder. "Meaning that you expected me to."
"Meaning I know you can," breathed Luna, tugging at her wrists if only to make Ginny press harder. "Meaning I've seen you lie to enough boys who wanted you naked to know it was a concern."
Eyes still narrow, the corner of Ginny's mouth twitched upward. "Boys are easy to lie to."
Luna ran the inside edge of her foot along Ginny's calf, breath hitching as Ginny pulled her knee in closer, wedging it between her thighs. "And it never occurred to any of them to tie you down to get the truth."
Ginny smirked showing too much incisor as she bent her head to lick a stripe from between Luna's breasts, up the center of her chest and throat. "None of them would have survived the attempt."
III.
For all that Luna knew, Ginny chief among them (or at least in the top ten), there were a few things she had not until now. Namely: if the girl you'd had a crush on since the time you were small children wanted to hold you down and rough you up, life was measurably improved. She'd suspected it of course, but knowing was a different animal entirely.
Ginny ran her hand up and back down Luna's ribs, her fingertips bumping one at a time as if falling down a staircase - bump bump bump wheee! with the 'whee' being the soft fall of her stomach out from under them; the slow curve of her abdomen adorned by a rather nice navel that apparently served as a good temporary port and anchor for Ginny's index finger as her thumb traveled further south.
Luna's eyes slid shut with a smile, but Ginny's hand suddenly stilled far too close to where it would do the most good right at the moment. Ginny spoke directly against the flesh of Luna' throat, and the vibration sinking in and echoing off of her vertebrae nearly offset the question entirely. "Why now, Luna? Why did you wait until Harry decided he didn't want me?"
The long pale fingers of Luna's free hand tangled through Ginny's hair, iridiscent and shimmering dark in the filtered moonlight. Luna tilted her head, barely opening her eyes. "I was waiting until you stopped wanting him."
IV.
Ginny had all the answers she needed, and as such stopped asking questions, choosing instead to let her hand arrive at its destination. Her two longest fingers slid into Luna without hesitation or resistance, thumb circling her clit as she nibbled at Luna's throat. It was Luna's turn to gasp and buck, though Ginny held her down effectively, growling around her teeth set firmly against the softly muscled juncture of Luna's neck and shoulder.
Luna's head fell back, hands tightening in Ginny's hair as her own long blond hair spilled over the side of the mattress, Ginny's deft fingers drawing out the fluttery sighs and moans and shaky breaths of an outcast Ravenclaw who had never let anyone close enough to touch her thus. A low, hoarse laugh wrenched its way from Luna's throat as Ginny's lips sealed around a small, hard nipple and suckled with the slightest hint of teeth. The thought occurred to her that she was not only being made love to-- she was being consumed; properly deflowered. Moreover, she was being peeled bare petal by petal, beginning with the spreading of her legs as far as they would go and continuing with every upstroke of the flat pads of Ginny's three fingers up and across her clit and around and down again relentlessly to the rhythm of her rocking hips.
Well past incoherent for the most part, Luna couldn't hear herself mumbling, "...she loves me... she loves me not... she loves me... she loves me not..." through harsh panting moans, but if she had, it would have made sense entirely. After all, what else was there to say?
Ginny swallowed a moan as she rocked back, just barely grinding her hypersensitized cunt down on Luna's thigh as she crooked her fingers and turned them, dragging her top two knuckles back and forth, up and around. Breathless, Ginny lapped at a bite mark low on the curve of Luna's breast, unable to make out what she was saying and temporarily rendered unable to ask as she ground her own hips down again.
All Luna could see were stars exploding on the ceiling where there were none before; a supernova of heat and light pooling low between her legs and spreading, the muscles in her thighs and arse shaking and pulling tight. Ginny's fingers played across her clit, pressing and stroking steadily as Luna's foot came off of the bed and planted on Ginny's hip, using it as leverage to buck up harder into her hand as she came. Toes curling reflexively, Luna was finally intelligible as she cried, "ohgodohfuck; she loves me."
Dropping her forehead to Luna's sternum with a low laugh of her own, Ginny withdrew her fingers with a shiver to match Luna's, tightening her hand on Luna's hip instead. Sliding her body downward, she left a trail of wet kisses in her wake, using her tongue to taste the patch of moisture on the inside of Luna's spread thigh, making it clear that she was nowhere near done. "That's what I've been trying to say."