Gift for the Community
Title: Kissing Cousins
Author: a_shadow_there
Recipient: The community.
Pairing: Lily/Rose
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: PWP, femmeslash, fluff, incest, light bondage, references to masturbation, oral sex.
Word Count: 1020
Summary: Lily and Rose do more than just kiss - a whole lot more.
Author's Note: The girls are such fun to write - I hope they're fun to read as well! Happy Valentine's! ♥
Rose's bedroom door inches open, admitting a faint sliver of dawn light. The creak of the timber wakes her and, in the dark, she fumbles for her glasses.
"Who is it?" she asks, as she hooks the arms of her spectacles over her ears and sits up in her bed.
"Sssh," comes the whispered reply, "It's only me."
"Lily," Rose says.
Peering into the easing darkness of the new day, she recognises her cousin's long, sweeping hair and fine, statuesque lines of her limbs as he closes Rose's bedroom door and moves in the dark.
"What are you doing, Lil?" Rose asks as Lily pads across the bedroom and seats herself at the end of the bed.
"I couldn't sleep," she offers simply, with a shrug of her shoulders.
"All this time?"
Lily nods. "Yep. All this time." She smirks, and inches forward. She cranes and dips her head so that it is close to Rose's: so close, in fact, that Rose can feel the heat of Lily's breath on her skin. "I was thinking about you," Lily adds softly, brushing her cheek to her cousin's.
"I was thinking about you, Rosie," Lily's speaks in a hushed voice, "And do you know what I was doing while I was thinking about you?"
Rose shakes her head. "No," she mouths as her breath catches in her throat. She swallows.
"Well," Lily continues, "I was lying there, all alone in my bed, and I kept thinking about you. About the way your body curves; it moves, like a wave, Rosie. And while I was thinking, I ran my fingers over my stomach - in a sort of swirling pattern, all soft and tickly - and then - then - I slid my hand into my knickers - and Rosie, you should have felt them, they were so wet, just thinking about you - and stroked myself. Running my fingers over the part, easing myself open, for you, and -"
"Lily," Rose admonishes quietly, but even as she turns her head away, she does not believe in the facade of disinterest she is attempting to convey. "Lily, don't."
"Just for you, Rosie," Lily repeats. As the last syllable of the last word falls from her lips, she lifts her hand to Rose's mouth. Breathing in, Rose detects the lingering scent of Lily's sex on her fingertips. It clings tenaciously to the air as it travels through Rose's nose and mouth and lungs and it fills her with an aching, heady desire. Carefully, and without a word, Rose extends her tongue and runs it over Lily's fingers. Closing her eyes, she savours the taste of Lily on her tongue; on the salty-sweet warmth of her, before taking Lily's index and middle fingers wholly into her mouth and sucking.
Lily expels a breathless exclamation as Rose's tongue tickles her fingers. Placing a hand on Rose's forearm, she brings Rose's wrist to her lips and teases the tender skin with her tongue, before dotting the length of her arm, soft and bare and malleable, with a series of gentle kisses.
"Oh, Lily," Rose whispers as she extricates Lily's fingers - now licked clean - from her mouth. Lily smiles and, regaining her grip on Rose's arm, she pins it back above her head. Lily allows it to rest momentarily on the pillow as she reaches down beside Rose's bed and, with scrambling fingers, extracts Rose's Ravenclaw tie from underneath a stack of books and rolls of discarded parchment.
"What exactly do you think you're doing, Lily?" Rose asks.
"Quiet, Miss Weasley," Lily says with an air of faux authoritarianism and a wag of her finger. "Or I shall have to punish you."
"Oh, I'm sorry Miss," Rose replies. Lily nods, satisfied with Rose's acquiescence and, in silence, sets to work pulling back the bedclothes before taking Rose's wrists: she brings them together and binds them with the blue and bronze-striped necktie.
Rose twists on the bed, testing Lily's bindings: they hold tight.
"Come on now, Rose," Lily says quietly as she pushes her cousin back onto the mattress, "You know this isn't the first time I've done this." She smirks; and Rose grins. As she lies back, easing into the pillow, she can feel the flush rise in her cheeks: it seems to spread from deep within her, fanning out like a flower reaching for the rays of the sun and, in what feels like half of a heartbeat, the heat of the moment is coursing through every fibre of Rose's being.
Still smirking, Lily raises Rose's bound hands above her head and, pinning them to the pillow, leans in for a kiss. Lips locked, the two girls writhe against one another: Rose's breasts brush against Lily's, the friction of fabric and flesh drawing her nipples to a state of aching arousal.
"Oh," she breathes into Lily's mouth; she can feel the gentle curve and slope of her smile flicker across her lips before the kiss is broken. Lily releases Rose's hands from her grip and runs the palms of her hands firm and flat over the undulating surface of Rose's body: breasts and belly, hips and thighs. She pauses; she takes a moment to appreciate the vision before her: Rose, her Rose; supple and yielding and gazing at her with a pleading in her eyes that shoots through Lily and hits her, like lightning, in the very core of her being.
"Oh, Rosie," she says. She takes a breath and presses her hands to Rose's thighs, parting them and exposing the bushy mound of her cousin's cunt. Lily sighs with gratification at the sight of it. She lowers her head and, closing her eyes, eases her eager tongue between the outer lips, pliable and wet. Rose moans as Lily pushes her tongue deeper, further; as she slows the pace of its movements, and as she increases their speed and veracity until Lily seeks out the sensitive nub of Rose's clitoris and brings her to climax, the stuttering gasp of her orgasm tearing through the silence of the room like shafts of shimmering golden sunlight on a summer's day.
Author: a_shadow_there
Recipient: The community.
Pairing: Lily/Rose
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: PWP, femmeslash, fluff, incest, light bondage, references to masturbation, oral sex.
Word Count: 1020
Summary: Lily and Rose do more than just kiss - a whole lot more.
Author's Note: The girls are such fun to write - I hope they're fun to read as well! Happy Valentine's! ♥
Rose's bedroom door inches open, admitting a faint sliver of dawn light. The creak of the timber wakes her and, in the dark, she fumbles for her glasses.
"Who is it?" she asks, as she hooks the arms of her spectacles over her ears and sits up in her bed.
"Sssh," comes the whispered reply, "It's only me."
"Lily," Rose says.
Peering into the easing darkness of the new day, she recognises her cousin's long, sweeping hair and fine, statuesque lines of her limbs as he closes Rose's bedroom door and moves in the dark.
"What are you doing, Lil?" Rose asks as Lily pads across the bedroom and seats herself at the end of the bed.
"I couldn't sleep," she offers simply, with a shrug of her shoulders.
"All this time?"
Lily nods. "Yep. All this time." She smirks, and inches forward. She cranes and dips her head so that it is close to Rose's: so close, in fact, that Rose can feel the heat of Lily's breath on her skin. "I was thinking about you," Lily adds softly, brushing her cheek to her cousin's.
"I was thinking about you, Rosie," Lily's speaks in a hushed voice, "And do you know what I was doing while I was thinking about you?"
Rose shakes her head. "No," she mouths as her breath catches in her throat. She swallows.
"Well," Lily continues, "I was lying there, all alone in my bed, and I kept thinking about you. About the way your body curves; it moves, like a wave, Rosie. And while I was thinking, I ran my fingers over my stomach - in a sort of swirling pattern, all soft and tickly - and then - then - I slid my hand into my knickers - and Rosie, you should have felt them, they were so wet, just thinking about you - and stroked myself. Running my fingers over the part, easing myself open, for you, and -"
"Lily," Rose admonishes quietly, but even as she turns her head away, she does not believe in the facade of disinterest she is attempting to convey. "Lily, don't."
"Just for you, Rosie," Lily repeats. As the last syllable of the last word falls from her lips, she lifts her hand to Rose's mouth. Breathing in, Rose detects the lingering scent of Lily's sex on her fingertips. It clings tenaciously to the air as it travels through Rose's nose and mouth and lungs and it fills her with an aching, heady desire. Carefully, and without a word, Rose extends her tongue and runs it over Lily's fingers. Closing her eyes, she savours the taste of Lily on her tongue; on the salty-sweet warmth of her, before taking Lily's index and middle fingers wholly into her mouth and sucking.
Lily expels a breathless exclamation as Rose's tongue tickles her fingers. Placing a hand on Rose's forearm, she brings Rose's wrist to her lips and teases the tender skin with her tongue, before dotting the length of her arm, soft and bare and malleable, with a series of gentle kisses.
"Oh, Lily," Rose whispers as she extricates Lily's fingers - now licked clean - from her mouth. Lily smiles and, regaining her grip on Rose's arm, she pins it back above her head. Lily allows it to rest momentarily on the pillow as she reaches down beside Rose's bed and, with scrambling fingers, extracts Rose's Ravenclaw tie from underneath a stack of books and rolls of discarded parchment.
"What exactly do you think you're doing, Lily?" Rose asks.
"Quiet, Miss Weasley," Lily says with an air of faux authoritarianism and a wag of her finger. "Or I shall have to punish you."
"Oh, I'm sorry Miss," Rose replies. Lily nods, satisfied with Rose's acquiescence and, in silence, sets to work pulling back the bedclothes before taking Rose's wrists: she brings them together and binds them with the blue and bronze-striped necktie.
Rose twists on the bed, testing Lily's bindings: they hold tight.
"Come on now, Rose," Lily says quietly as she pushes her cousin back onto the mattress, "You know this isn't the first time I've done this." She smirks; and Rose grins. As she lies back, easing into the pillow, she can feel the flush rise in her cheeks: it seems to spread from deep within her, fanning out like a flower reaching for the rays of the sun and, in what feels like half of a heartbeat, the heat of the moment is coursing through every fibre of Rose's being.
Still smirking, Lily raises Rose's bound hands above her head and, pinning them to the pillow, leans in for a kiss. Lips locked, the two girls writhe against one another: Rose's breasts brush against Lily's, the friction of fabric and flesh drawing her nipples to a state of aching arousal.
"Oh," she breathes into Lily's mouth; she can feel the gentle curve and slope of her smile flicker across her lips before the kiss is broken. Lily releases Rose's hands from her grip and runs the palms of her hands firm and flat over the undulating surface of Rose's body: breasts and belly, hips and thighs. She pauses; she takes a moment to appreciate the vision before her: Rose, her Rose; supple and yielding and gazing at her with a pleading in her eyes that shoots through Lily and hits her, like lightning, in the very core of her being.
"Oh, Rosie," she says. She takes a breath and presses her hands to Rose's thighs, parting them and exposing the bushy mound of her cousin's cunt. Lily sighs with gratification at the sight of it. She lowers her head and, closing her eyes, eases her eager tongue between the outer lips, pliable and wet. Rose moans as Lily pushes her tongue deeper, further; as she slows the pace of its movements, and as she increases their speed and veracity until Lily seeks out the sensitive nub of Rose's clitoris and brings her to climax, the stuttering gasp of her orgasm tearing through the silence of the room like shafts of shimmering golden sunlight on a summer's day.