My first 2 ficlets
Hi, I'm a new member. *waves* These are my first two attempts at writing femslash, so please be kind and comment constructively.
I also crossposted these to hp_girlslash. Enjoy! :)
Title: Untitled (will be muchly grateful if you could think of a title for me)
Rating: NC-17
Genre: PWP, romance, a bit of angsting
Pairing: ?
Summary: Um, sex? That's about it, really.
You are sprawled underneath me, your skirt caught somewhere around your knees, your shirt open (bra undone), revealing your smooth, bare, milky-white skin. [You shiver slightly at my touch (or was it the cool night air?)]
As I slip inside you you barely make a sound - a flicker of *something* registers across your face - was it pain? was it pleasure? I never know, because you never tell me - but you relax and your expression soon returns to its calm stillness.
Your eyes are half-closed, your pale lashes [like moonlit gossamer threads] fanning themselves over your dark, dilated pupils - you look like a lazy cat sunning itself on a warn Sunday afternoon - except [you are not/it is winter it is midnight] you are spread-eagled beneath me and I am fucking you.
I have always admired your ability to retain your composure in the most strenuous of circumstances. Looking at your face, one could never tell that I was thrusting one hand inside you, in and out, over and over. You don't even squirm. [You lie submissively still, unmoving except to shift your hip slightly to allow me to reach deeper inside you.]
And when I finally give in to the waves of pleasure pouring over me, and collapse, shuddering, into your arms, pressing you against the soft duvet, you wordlessly bury your hands in my sweat-soaked hair, and the only sounds I can hear is your soft, slow breathing.
I wonder how you feel, whether you liked it, whether I hurt you. I wonder if you felt anything at all - your silence mesmerises me. [I wonder if you feel what I feel right now.] Tentatively, I place a hand over your breast and only when I feel your quickening heartbeat against my palm do I realise that you feel exactly the same.
Title: Four little ficlets
Rating: PG (for adult themes - but nothing explicit)
Genre: Angst/Romance
Pairing: Ginny/Other
Summary: 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.
I also crossposted these to hp_girlslash. Enjoy! :)
Title: Untitled (will be muchly grateful if you could think of a title for me)
Rating: NC-17
Genre: PWP, romance, a bit of angsting
Pairing: ?
Summary: Um, sex? That's about it, really.
You are sprawled underneath me, your skirt caught somewhere around your knees, your shirt open (bra undone), revealing your smooth, bare, milky-white skin. [You shiver slightly at my touch (or was it the cool night air?)]
As I slip inside you you barely make a sound - a flicker of *something* registers across your face - was it pain? was it pleasure? I never know, because you never tell me - but you relax and your expression soon returns to its calm stillness.
Your eyes are half-closed, your pale lashes [like moonlit gossamer threads] fanning themselves over your dark, dilated pupils - you look like a lazy cat sunning itself on a warn Sunday afternoon - except [you are not/it is winter it is midnight] you are spread-eagled beneath me and I am fucking you.
I have always admired your ability to retain your composure in the most strenuous of circumstances. Looking at your face, one could never tell that I was thrusting one hand inside you, in and out, over and over. You don't even squirm. [You lie submissively still, unmoving except to shift your hip slightly to allow me to reach deeper inside you.]
And when I finally give in to the waves of pleasure pouring over me, and collapse, shuddering, into your arms, pressing you against the soft duvet, you wordlessly bury your hands in my sweat-soaked hair, and the only sounds I can hear is your soft, slow breathing.
I wonder how you feel, whether you liked it, whether I hurt you. I wonder if you felt anything at all - your silence mesmerises me. [I wonder if you feel what I feel right now.] Tentatively, I place a hand over your breast and only when I feel your quickening heartbeat against my palm do I realise that you feel exactly the same.
Title: Four little ficlets
Rating: PG (for adult themes - but nothing explicit)
Genre: Angst/Romance
Pairing: Ginny/Other
Summary: 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.