i got ladyfingers, baby, i got kid gloves, baby, i got heart
So there's that random pairing generator thingy that stellamaru put together for HP, right?
Well, the other day I got Tonks, Ginny, perfume, where the wild things are.
Instead of working on any of the stories I've already got started, I wrote this. I couldn't manage to fit in "where the wild things are," but then, I didn't really try very hard.
Ladyfingers
Tonks, Ginny has learned, is nowhere near as clumsy with her hands as she is with her feet. Her hands are small and delicate-looking; she likes to elongate her fingers, claiming they’re more elegant that way, but Ginny likes her real hands just fine.
Ginny likes the soft skin of the palms as they slide up her belly to cup her breasts, teasing her nipples between the pads of her thumb and forefinger, making Ginny gasp into her mouth.
Tonks’s mouth really is pink and bowed, her lips soft and kissable. Ginny likes to suck on Tonks’s full lower lip before thrusting her tongue into her mouth.
Tonks likes kissing; she likes it a lot, and Ginny’s glad, because she loves kissing her, loves the feel of silky skin beneath her lips, the way Tonks gasps and moans, hips arching off the bed when Ginny licks at the slick warm flesh of her sex until she comes against her tongue, kicking out and knocking over the night table, soaking the carpet with perfume that will saturate the room and everything in it for weeks. Ginny doesn’t care. She likes that everything she owns will smell like Tonks, and that the scent will linger, reminding them both of how much they enjoy fucking each other.
Tonks sometimes fumbles with words, unsure what to say or how to say it, but when her tongue is moving over Ginny’s clit, Ginny thinks she’s the most eloquent speaker ever born.
Ginny loves the feel of Tonks’s fingers, nails clipped short, pushing inside her, almost lazily at first, but then harder, faster, as Ginny begs her for release, the sweet hot rush of pleasure through her veins, fire beneath her skin, lighting her from within.
Tonks likes to lick her fingers afterward, but this time, Ginny grabs her hand and sucks them into her mouth, licking herself off each finger, nipping lightly at the quill callus on her middle finger.
Tonks, Ginny thinks, has lovely hands, and she likes them best of all when they cradle her close and stroke her hair, and make her forget the war outside their door.
end
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Comments/suggestions/beta offers from those more versed in the girlslash than I are most welcome.
Now some UPS labels and then the R/S beta for marinarusalka.
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Psalm Update:
One of the Princes by raindroproses | JAG | PG-13 | Psalm 82 | Spoilers through Hail and Farewell
Well, the other day I got Tonks, Ginny, perfume, where the wild things are.
Instead of working on any of the stories I've already got started, I wrote this. I couldn't manage to fit in "where the wild things are," but then, I didn't really try very hard.
Ladyfingers
Tonks, Ginny has learned, is nowhere near as clumsy with her hands as she is with her feet. Her hands are small and delicate-looking; she likes to elongate her fingers, claiming they’re more elegant that way, but Ginny likes her real hands just fine.
Ginny likes the soft skin of the palms as they slide up her belly to cup her breasts, teasing her nipples between the pads of her thumb and forefinger, making Ginny gasp into her mouth.
Tonks’s mouth really is pink and bowed, her lips soft and kissable. Ginny likes to suck on Tonks’s full lower lip before thrusting her tongue into her mouth.
Tonks likes kissing; she likes it a lot, and Ginny’s glad, because she loves kissing her, loves the feel of silky skin beneath her lips, the way Tonks gasps and moans, hips arching off the bed when Ginny licks at the slick warm flesh of her sex until she comes against her tongue, kicking out and knocking over the night table, soaking the carpet with perfume that will saturate the room and everything in it for weeks. Ginny doesn’t care. She likes that everything she owns will smell like Tonks, and that the scent will linger, reminding them both of how much they enjoy fucking each other.
Tonks sometimes fumbles with words, unsure what to say or how to say it, but when her tongue is moving over Ginny’s clit, Ginny thinks she’s the most eloquent speaker ever born.
Ginny loves the feel of Tonks’s fingers, nails clipped short, pushing inside her, almost lazily at first, but then harder, faster, as Ginny begs her for release, the sweet hot rush of pleasure through her veins, fire beneath her skin, lighting her from within.
Tonks likes to lick her fingers afterward, but this time, Ginny grabs her hand and sucks them into her mouth, licking herself off each finger, nipping lightly at the quill callus on her middle finger.
Tonks, Ginny thinks, has lovely hands, and she likes them best of all when they cradle her close and stroke her hair, and make her forget the war outside their door.
end
***
Comments/suggestions/beta offers from those more versed in the girlslash than I are most welcome.
Now some UPS labels and then the R/S beta for marinarusalka.
***
Psalm Update:
One of the Princes by raindroproses | JAG | PG-13 | Psalm 82 | Spoilers through Hail and Farewell