The Kitchen Counter
Title: The Kitchen Counter
Pairing: Ginny/Luna
Rating: R-ish
Word Count: 300
Disclaimer: About as close to drabble as I'm going to get, no Canon spoilers, and fairly PWP.
Summary: Ginny's trying to focus on getting dinner on the table, but Luna has other ideas.
Ginny was busy making dinner one night when the most beautiful sight she'd ever seen caused her a minor distraction.
“Luna, you're naked!” she half-gasped, half-screamed. (It was true; ever since her first viewing, she counted her fiancée's naked form at the top of her list of beautiful sights.) Her lover, bored with simply waiting for the meal to be completed, had hoisted herself up on the counter, and had a decidedly devilish grin on her face.
“So?” she replied. “I thought you didn't have a problem with me being naked.”
“I more than don't have a problem with it. To be blunt, I prefer it when you lollygag around our flat nude. The bedroom, the livingroom, the beach... anywhere you want to get your kit off, I don't have a problem with it. What I have a problem with is you getting your bare arse on surfaces where I'm presently trying to prepare our dinner.”
“I see,” Luna replied, and she bit her lip - as if pretending to think, even though her next move was plotted long before. “Divestio!” she spoke, her wand no longer hidden, and Ginny felt a tell-tale breeze as the blouse and slacks she'd worn home from work, her undergarments, socks, shoes, all vanished. “Now what?” Luna asked, her grin growing evermore devilish.
“My arse isn't on the kitchen counter,” Ginny replied, continuing to watch over the stir-fry as if nothing had happened, as if she weren't suddenly preparing the meal in her birthday suit.
In reply, Luna said nothing for a moment. She simply hopped off the counter, took Ginny by the elbow - not giving her a chance to put down the spatula - and led her to the livingroom.
“Dinner can wait.”
Pairing: Ginny/Luna
Rating: R-ish
Word Count: 300
Disclaimer: About as close to drabble as I'm going to get, no Canon spoilers, and fairly PWP.
Summary: Ginny's trying to focus on getting dinner on the table, but Luna has other ideas.
Ginny was busy making dinner one night when the most beautiful sight she'd ever seen caused her a minor distraction.
“Luna, you're naked!” she half-gasped, half-screamed. (It was true; ever since her first viewing, she counted her fiancée's naked form at the top of her list of beautiful sights.) Her lover, bored with simply waiting for the meal to be completed, had hoisted herself up on the counter, and had a decidedly devilish grin on her face.
“So?” she replied. “I thought you didn't have a problem with me being naked.”
“I more than don't have a problem with it. To be blunt, I prefer it when you lollygag around our flat nude. The bedroom, the livingroom, the beach... anywhere you want to get your kit off, I don't have a problem with it. What I have a problem with is you getting your bare arse on surfaces where I'm presently trying to prepare our dinner.”
“I see,” Luna replied, and she bit her lip - as if pretending to think, even though her next move was plotted long before. “Divestio!” she spoke, her wand no longer hidden, and Ginny felt a tell-tale breeze as the blouse and slacks she'd worn home from work, her undergarments, socks, shoes, all vanished. “Now what?” Luna asked, her grin growing evermore devilish.
“My arse isn't on the kitchen counter,” Ginny replied, continuing to watch over the stir-fry as if nothing had happened, as if she weren't suddenly preparing the meal in her birthday suit.
In reply, Luna said nothing for a moment. She simply hopped off the counter, took Ginny by the elbow - not giving her a chance to put down the spatula - and led her to the livingroom.
“Dinner can wait.”