Ficlet: "Roleplay" (HP; McGonagall/Pomfrey)
I'm possessed by the Demon of Procrastination, which is why I'm spewing out HP drabbles about kinky elderly witches. *facepalm* And I'd promised myself...
Title: Roleplay
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairings: McGonagall/Pomfrey
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 330
Warnings: PWP, unbeta'd.
Summary: Minerva and Poppy try something new.
Notes: Written for the 'costumes' challenge over at hp_femsmut.
Poppy took a deep breath, then let it out again in a long hiss as nimble fingers found their way between her legs. "Oh god," she moaned, bucking her hips. "God, yes..."
"Shh." Minerva's voice was much softer than usual -- so soft, in fact, that it made Poppy frown, even in her lust-hazy state. "Just relax, dear."
"That's not..." But Minerva slipped a finger inside, the thumb rubbing just so, and Poppy bit her lip, shivering with pleasure. "That's not..." she managed again, gasping as another finger was introduced. "I don't sound..."
"Of course not," said Minerva in that same sweet, smooth voice, cupping one of Poppy's breasts with her free hand, the busy fingers increasing their speed. "Just lie back and let me take care of you."
If Poppy's mind had been clearer, she would perhaps have been a little scared, or insulted, or both. As it was, she squeezed her eyes shut and threw her head back, groaning as Minerva's fingers moved inside her, writhing as Minerva's tongue found her throbbing nub and caressed it with quick, brisk motions.
"Please," Poppy breathed, fingers curling in the sheets. "Like that... Oh yes. Oh yes!"
And then she couldn't take it anymore, and she cried out as her body convulsed with pleasure, the orgasm so intense it was almost frightening.
When Poppy opened her eyes, a raised eyebrow greeted her.
"That was... I'll try this more often," she said weakly, rolling over to make space for Minerva on the narrow hospital bed, "if it's going to be this good. Although I think you make a lousy me."
Minerva snorted; the familiar sound warmed Poppy's heart. "You're one to talk!" She eyed Poppy's satiated form critically. "I daresay you put my teacher's robes to shame, what with all that moaning and begging... Perhaps some Polyjuice Potion would make it more convincing."
Poppy's heart skipped a beat. Well, this was going to be a most interesting holiday, that was for certain.
Title: Roleplay
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairings: McGonagall/Pomfrey
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 330
Warnings: PWP, unbeta'd.
Summary: Minerva and Poppy try something new.
Notes: Written for the 'costumes' challenge over at hp_femsmut.
Poppy took a deep breath, then let it out again in a long hiss as nimble fingers found their way between her legs. "Oh god," she moaned, bucking her hips. "God, yes..."
"Shh." Minerva's voice was much softer than usual -- so soft, in fact, that it made Poppy frown, even in her lust-hazy state. "Just relax, dear."
"That's not..." But Minerva slipped a finger inside, the thumb rubbing just so, and Poppy bit her lip, shivering with pleasure. "That's not..." she managed again, gasping as another finger was introduced. "I don't sound..."
"Of course not," said Minerva in that same sweet, smooth voice, cupping one of Poppy's breasts with her free hand, the busy fingers increasing their speed. "Just lie back and let me take care of you."
If Poppy's mind had been clearer, she would perhaps have been a little scared, or insulted, or both. As it was, she squeezed her eyes shut and threw her head back, groaning as Minerva's fingers moved inside her, writhing as Minerva's tongue found her throbbing nub and caressed it with quick, brisk motions.
"Please," Poppy breathed, fingers curling in the sheets. "Like that... Oh yes. Oh yes!"
And then she couldn't take it anymore, and she cried out as her body convulsed with pleasure, the orgasm so intense it was almost frightening.
When Poppy opened her eyes, a raised eyebrow greeted her.
"That was... I'll try this more often," she said weakly, rolling over to make space for Minerva on the narrow hospital bed, "if it's going to be this good. Although I think you make a lousy me."
Minerva snorted; the familiar sound warmed Poppy's heart. "You're one to talk!" She eyed Poppy's satiated form critically. "I daresay you put my teacher's robes to shame, what with all that moaning and begging... Perhaps some Polyjuice Potion would make it more convincing."
Poppy's heart skipped a beat. Well, this was going to be a most interesting holiday, that was for certain.