Four little ficlets
Rating: PG (for adult themes - but nothing explicit)
Genre: Angst/Romance
Pairing: Ginny/OC
Comments: It's a bit weird. It won't make much sense till the end. Even then it might not make much sense - but I can assure you there *is* a back story - and it does make sense, in my mind anyway. I have to warn you though that it contains an inter-generational relationship - but it's not what you think. I guess you'll just have to read it to find out. :)
Willow
You're almost as tall as me now. You're tall and willowy [ - like a boy], like he was when he was your age. [You're just the right height for me.] Willowy - I like that. [Willows bend and sway with the wind - lithe and supple and strong.] If you had been my daughter I would have named you Willow. But if you were my daughter I could never look at you like this [ - you smile your shy smile at me and my resolve crumbles], I could never touch you like this, we could never -
Brown-Eyed Girl
What accident of genetics left you with eyes that were neither storm-grey, like your father's, nor summer-sky-blue, like your mother's, but deep, liquid, honey-brown, like toffee? I feel hungry just gazing into their amber depths, but it is a different kind of hunger.
In/to
[You lose yourself in/to me - in me, to me - you shiver as I kiss your sweat-drenched nape. You cry soundlessly and I catch your tears with my tongue.]
You are a woman now.
It Wasn't Draco
Twenty years ago, I felt your lips on mine, your hot breath scorching my skin, your fingers digging into my flesh [into me].
I thought it was him.
But it was you.
...
As you exhale into my ear I finger the tiny hourglass hanging from the thin gold chain around your neck. [You always wear it, even when your bare skin is pressed against mine.] You never told me what it was or where it came from, and I never ask.
But now I know. Because I gave it to you.
Genre: Angst/Romance
Pairing: Ginny/OC
Comments: It's a bit weird. It won't make much sense till the end. Even then it might not make much sense - but I can assure you there *is* a back story - and it does make sense, in my mind anyway. I have to warn you though that it contains an inter-generational relationship - but it's not what you think. I guess you'll just have to read it to find out. :)
Willow
You're almost as tall as me now. You're tall and willowy [ - like a boy], like he was when he was your age. [You're just the right height for me.] Willowy - I like that. [Willows bend and sway with the wind - lithe and supple and strong.] If you had been my daughter I would have named you Willow. But if you were my daughter I could never look at you like this [ - you smile your shy smile at me and my resolve crumbles], I could never touch you like this, we could never -
Brown-Eyed Girl
What accident of genetics left you with eyes that were neither storm-grey, like your father's, nor summer-sky-blue, like your mother's, but deep, liquid, honey-brown, like toffee? I feel hungry just gazing into their amber depths, but it is a different kind of hunger.
In/to
[You lose yourself in/to me - in me, to me - you shiver as I kiss your sweat-drenched nape. You cry soundlessly and I catch your tears with my tongue.]
You are a woman now.
It Wasn't Draco
Twenty years ago, I felt your lips on mine, your hot breath scorching my skin, your fingers digging into my flesh [into me].
I thought it was him.
But it was you.
...
As you exhale into my ear I finger the tiny hourglass hanging from the thin gold chain around your neck. [You always wear it, even when your bare skin is pressed against mine.] You never told me what it was or where it came from, and I never ask.
But now I know. Because I gave it to you.