We Pillory Again!
And again!
Fanwank Avenger has responded to http://www.livejournal.com/users/vanityfair/319281.html in his typical heroic fashion.
With nuns. And lesbians. And lesbian nuns.
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Of course you know.
THIS MEANS SMUT!
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She'd taken vows when she was nineteen because she couldn't stand the world anymore. They didn't make her wear any special clothing or anything -- it was a very progressive parish -- but she dressed conservatively anyway.
Hermione opened the front door of her small, utilitarian flat, and was entirely unsurprised to find Ginny Weasley on her couch.
She'd heard that Ginny had run off. Not that she had much to run from, not after the war, but that was beside the point. Ron had been looking high and low for her...
"I missed you," Ginny blurted. Hermione hugged her, let the other woman weep a little into her shoulder, and then made tea.
Hermione was quite good at making tea.
"I missed you, too," Hermione said quietly, when they were seated on the couch. Ginny sipped from her mug. Hermione stroked her hair, comfortingly.
Ginny's hand rested on her thigh.
Hermione stopped moving.
"Sometimes you just need someone..." Ginny said softly, breath loud in the small room. "Someone who's real..."
The kiss was so sudden and Ginny's tongue in her mouth so distracting that Hermione didn't realise that Ginny was drawing the plain, conservative skirt up over her knees, until Ginny's fingers brushed the inside of her thigh and by then it was far too late...
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This is ridiculous, Hermione thought, as Ginny's fingers slid up her thigh. This is why I became a nun...
Well, okay, this isn't why I became a nun, but it was a damn good reason...
Ginny was tall, taller than Hermione, nearly as tall as her brothers, and she knew how to use it; she angled her body so that Hermione was forced to lie back, body sinking into the soft, battered couch, arms reaching up of their own accord to bring Ginny down for one more -- certainly this couldn't be wrong --
She moaned as Ginny's fingers slipped inside her, whimpered into Ginny's mouth, fingers tangling in her bright coppery hair. A flash of light in the darkness...that was how Hermione had always imagined God would be.
And then oh -- and more oh -- and oh, Ginny please -- and shh, Hermione, it's all right and tongue fingers breasts, the room spinning, Hermione's eyes closing because it was so good...
She wasn't sure if she saw God or just screamed it, but when she came she heard Ginny murmuring softly in the background, like a prayer.
***
Fanwank Avenger is tired. Perhaps there is Kryptowank around, weakening his powers...
Fanwank Avenger has responded to http://www.livejournal.com/users/vanityfair/319281.html in his typical heroic fashion.
With nuns. And lesbians. And lesbian nuns.
***
Of course you know.
THIS MEANS SMUT!
***
She'd taken vows when she was nineteen because she couldn't stand the world anymore. They didn't make her wear any special clothing or anything -- it was a very progressive parish -- but she dressed conservatively anyway.
Hermione opened the front door of her small, utilitarian flat, and was entirely unsurprised to find Ginny Weasley on her couch.
She'd heard that Ginny had run off. Not that she had much to run from, not after the war, but that was beside the point. Ron had been looking high and low for her...
"I missed you," Ginny blurted. Hermione hugged her, let the other woman weep a little into her shoulder, and then made tea.
Hermione was quite good at making tea.
"I missed you, too," Hermione said quietly, when they were seated on the couch. Ginny sipped from her mug. Hermione stroked her hair, comfortingly.
Ginny's hand rested on her thigh.
Hermione stopped moving.
"Sometimes you just need someone..." Ginny said softly, breath loud in the small room. "Someone who's real..."
The kiss was so sudden and Ginny's tongue in her mouth so distracting that Hermione didn't realise that Ginny was drawing the plain, conservative skirt up over her knees, until Ginny's fingers brushed the inside of her thigh and by then it was far too late...
***
This is ridiculous, Hermione thought, as Ginny's fingers slid up her thigh. This is why I became a nun...
Well, okay, this isn't why I became a nun, but it was a damn good reason...
Ginny was tall, taller than Hermione, nearly as tall as her brothers, and she knew how to use it; she angled her body so that Hermione was forced to lie back, body sinking into the soft, battered couch, arms reaching up of their own accord to bring Ginny down for one more -- certainly this couldn't be wrong --
She moaned as Ginny's fingers slipped inside her, whimpered into Ginny's mouth, fingers tangling in her bright coppery hair. A flash of light in the darkness...that was how Hermione had always imagined God would be.
And then oh -- and more oh -- and oh, Ginny please -- and shh, Hermione, it's all right and tongue fingers breasts, the room spinning, Hermione's eyes closing because it was so good...
She wasn't sure if she saw God or just screamed it, but when she came she heard Ginny murmuring softly in the background, like a prayer.
***
Fanwank Avenger is tired. Perhaps there is Kryptowank around, weakening his powers...