Fic: The Power of Orange Knickers (For the Flip-Flop Challenge)
Title: The Power of Orange Knickers
Rating: PG-13, sexual innuendo
Pairings: Tonks/Luna, Tonks/Luna/Pansy/Hermione, (Luna/Ginny)
Summary: Who said good deeds couldn’t be fun?
Word Count: 2000
My first try at femslash, and rather cracktastic. *g* Title and some metaphors are inspired by the Tori Amos Song of the same title.
There was something about wearing day-glo orange knickers that gave one a certain sense of infallible mischief-making-a certain derring-do, a ‘je sais quoi.’ That, or it was the Smirnoff they’d been drinking. Some combination of the two. And with that much alcohol, truth will out, whether you like it or not.
Truth Number One: Luna liked girls. Well, she didn’t always like them in the “like them as people” sense. There was something unnerving about them at times; they could be emotional terrorists, storing up your secrets, probing at your weak spots. What’s worse, they remembered everything and were prepared to use it against you. They could store ammunition and just wait. They had sweet lipsticked smiles that hid just how carefully they could tear your life into pieces.
Luna and Tonks had talked about this, and then agreed that they couldn’t give up on girls entirely, because they had some things going for them. Breasts were pretty good, for one, and girls wore nice trousers or skirts to show their arses off, unlike boys. They were also soft and curvy and generally smooth and smelled pleasant, not like old gym shorts and essence of Quidditch pitch. Luna noticed these kinds of things-like right now she observed that Ginny’s arse looked really good in those tight red pants as she moved into the middle of the dance floor. Long, red nails curved around her bare mid-riff, accentuating shaking hips and peeking skin. Ginny tossed her head, strobe lights pulsing through shiny red hair, and looked at Luna over her shoulder.
Truth Number Two: Luna was not alone in her predilections. Granted, Ginny wasn’t really queer-but she was the curious type, and she wasn’t going to give something a definite no unless she’d tried it. Several times and several ways.
Ginny had been surprised that she wasn’t Luna’s first kiss, but Luna had just shaken her head and smiled. No, Tonks had been her first serious crush on a woman, as well as her first kiss and her first few other things, including her first up-against-the-wall sex in a bathroom in a club. It had been nothing if not an educational experience and Luna was all in favor of those.
Now Luna managed to take her eyes off Ginny long enough to find Tonks across the room. She was leaning against the counter, making conversation with some girls. Even in the flamboyant crowd of muggles, Tonks cut quite a figure-Luna had pronounced her “dashing” that evening, when Tonks donned the form-fitting black pants, suit jacket, and top hat, her hair a radiant pink against the monochromatic fabric.
Luna squeezed between several elbows and bobbed her way through the crowd, waving at Tonks to get her attention. They made eye contact once, and Tonks flashed an impish grin and gave her the thumbs up. When Luna reached the other side of the room, she immediately recognized Hermione Granger, who was currently tipping back a glass of amber liquor at a shocking speed while listening to Tonks. The second girl was smaller, with a shiny dark bob of hair, and she perched on a bar stool, her ankles linked around the legs. After a moment spent staring at her (noticing how her pleated skirt was riding up on her legs), Luna realized where she’d seen her before: it was Pansy Parkinson, Draco’s fiancé, last she’d heard. But there was no engagement ring on her finger, so either things had changed, or was she out having a bit of fun before settling down-either one could be good in Luna’s book.
“Is it just me, or is every fucking guy in the Wizarding world gay or taken or bi but wants to be with guys right now or not really gay but finding himself by fucking guys?” Pansy said, swaying a little on the edge of her seat.
Hermione nodded vigorously. “Oh yes, that’s what all they say! I need time to find myself, to grow up and figure out who I really am… I should have figured it then, because what bloke talks like that, like something out of a psychology book? And turns down sex too! It didn’t seem like Ron, that’s for certain.” She sniffled dismally and stared down at her empty glass. “Finding himself indeed! Finding himself in bed with his best friend, more like. And of course I wasn’t supposed to take it personally, it wasn’t Ron’s fault that the best-friend-for-life he wanted was Harry, not me.”
“It’s hard at first, isn’t it,” Tonks said, patting her on the shoulder. “I went through the exact same thing with Remus, you know. And I said to myself, no wonder my mum had to marry a muggle-born, there’s not a fucking straight guy left in the Wizarding World, besides maybe Arthur Weasley, and you never do know, do you?” She leaned her weight forward, her arm now firmly around Hermione’s shoulders. “But sometimes you don’t need the boys to have fun, right, love?”
“It’s true,” Luna said serenely.
“Of course, there’s nothing wrong with liking men, but don’t knock women until you’ve tried them. I made that mistake at first, and looking back I wish I’d put some of those years to better use, instead of crying my eyes out over some stupid man. Then I finally asked myself, if men make you so miserable, what are you doing with them?”
Pansy shifted on her seat and took a packet of cigarettes out of her purse. Meditatively, she tapped the cigarette out of the box and put it primly between her cherry-red lips. Before Pansy could reach for her wand to cast the spell, Tonks was there with a muggle lighter, setting the cigarette on fire with a neat little move of her wrist. “Nifty thing, innit?” she said happily, as Pansy stared at the lighter suspiciously. Finally Pansy gave a little nostril-flaring sniff, swishing her hair back over her ear, and blew a pouty little ring of smoke.
She tilted her head to one side, thinking and posing at the same time. “Maybe we have been missing something by sticking just with men,” she said. “And why should Draco get to have all the fun experimenting and acting like we’re too good for him?”
Hermione sniffled again, her shoulders shaking slightly. “But if giving girls a try really is sound advice, how should I go about this? What am I supposed to do-grab the first girl I see and snog her?”
“Why not?” Tonks said. She gave Luna a quick little wink, and in return Luna gave an almost imperceptible nod of acknowledgement. Yes, they were both in this together, yes, they would stick with the plan for tonight, and no turning back now.
Tonks cupped Hermione’s face in her palm, tipping her chin up and then swooping in to tease Hermione’s upper lip between her teeth. First Hermione stiffened, but then the straight line of her spine gave way and she curved forward, scooting on the stool so that her legs opened naturally around Tonks. There was a practiced ease in the way Tonks leaned in, body curving against body, and then drew back at the right moment, when Hermione’s head was tilting up, her lips parted for another kiss. Luna felt the familiar tingle of excitement as she watched, and as she watched Pansy watching, her lips parted on a forgotten puff of smoke, her cigarette dangling and glowing orange against her fingertips.
“What do you have to say to that?” Tonks asked.
Hermione blinked slowly, as if awaking from a dream. “I…do you have a habit of doing that?”
Tonks grinned. “Yes, confusing innocent straight girls is a favorite hobby of mine.”
“You’re quite accomplished in that department, then.”
“Thank you kindly.” Tonks doffed her hat and spun on her toes, managing not to trip over the bar stool. “If you’d like to be confused further-or perhaps to straighten thing out, so to speak, in your mind, the offer is extended.”
“Offer?”
“Come home with us.” Tonks swept a hand between her and Luna, who was gazing solemnly at them. “All you have to do is say the word.”
Hermione hesitated, glancing back and forth between the two of them. Sensing her indecision with the sure nose of a predatory, Pansy perked up. “Granger here might not be up for pushing the envelope-I’m not sure she has it in her to transgress like that, but I for one am always ready for something new.”
“We never said you couldn’t both come,” Luna said diplomatically.
“Fine, I’m coming!” Hermione attempted to leap, but wound up half-sliding off the bar stool and into Tonks’s arms. Pansy extinguished her cigarette in the ashtray and slid down off her seat like a small, smugly graceful feline. Luna extended a hand, waiting patiently as Pansy paused for a moment, as if flipping through a catalogue of facial expressions-should it be disdain? trepidation? hearty and stalwart in the face of a bizarre world? She settled on somewhere between nervous and brave, and slipped her dry, slender hand into Luna’s.
The party of four made its way through the crowded club. On the way out, Luna blew Ginny a quick kiss and mouthed, “See you soon!” Ginny nodded, winked over her shoulder, and then turned her attention back to the tall, leather-clad muggle with multiple piercings, who was currently trying to slide the strap of her dress down. Ginny couldn’t go for long periods without male attention-Luna understood this, and she understood that tonight was for something (or someones) different for both of them.
Tonks, Luna, Pansy, and Hermione managed to Apparate together in the cool night air, arriving in a crowded tangle in Tonks and Luna’s living room. Luna had left a lamp on in the bedroom, and its fuzzy light under the door guided them there. The bed waiting for them was big and soft, a tangle of blankets and cushy pillows, and the big brass headboard twisting into patterns above them. Tonks picked the bed for two things: comfort and size, and they could all pile onto it with minimal squeezing.
To everyone’s surprise, Pansy’s silky little green dress with the leaf pattern was the first to come off, perhaps in a display of Slytherin bravado. She was a sleek little creature when naked, even more so than when clothed, with her pert little breasts that turned up just like her nose. Continuing the catlike analogy, she curled up easily between Tonks and Luna, one hand sliding across each of their back, dragging her nails knowingly. Her eyes were half-lowered and sleepy, making promises that she had better keep.
Hermione was shyer, and the lights were off by the time her clothes finally came off. By that point, Luna didn’t much care who wass doing what to whom. The sheets slid around her, and she wiggled through them like they were water. It was a warm, dark, almost subterranean environment, and she ws lost in absolute comfort: long, definitely female legs wrapping around her own, the angle of a shoulder beneath her lips, the feel of a warm, moist mouth right against the curve of her hip and belly. Only the faint glow of the lava lamp that Luna picked out lit the room, illuminating the intertwined shadows on the bed.
The next morning, they would all be very grateful that Tonks keeps her sworn-by hangover remedy on hand. Luna was the first to awake and make breakfast for herself, and Tonks woke lightly with a touch. The two of them shared a glass of orange juice and some strips of bacon, and a long, greedy yet familiar kiss by the windowsill. When they were done, they looked back at the bed with the satisfaction of a job well done: Hermione was curled up against Pansy, her lips moving slightly as she murmured in her sleep. Pansy’s hands were curled in Hermione’s hair, her legs tossed carelessly over Hermione’s.
Luna looked into Tonks’s eyes, and felt a surge of something like pride: better than a well-cast spell, better than a Christmas present, or daffodils on a rainy-bright spring day. It was the power of knowing what others wanted even if they didn’t, and showing them. As the two of them have said before, it was a good deed-and who said good deeds couldn’t be fun?
Rating: PG-13, sexual innuendo
Pairings: Tonks/Luna, Tonks/Luna/Pansy/Hermione, (Luna/Ginny)
Summary: Who said good deeds couldn’t be fun?
Word Count: 2000
My first try at femslash, and rather cracktastic. *g* Title and some metaphors are inspired by the Tori Amos Song of the same title.
There was something about wearing day-glo orange knickers that gave one a certain sense of infallible mischief-making-a certain derring-do, a ‘je sais quoi.’ That, or it was the Smirnoff they’d been drinking. Some combination of the two. And with that much alcohol, truth will out, whether you like it or not.
Truth Number One: Luna liked girls. Well, she didn’t always like them in the “like them as people” sense. There was something unnerving about them at times; they could be emotional terrorists, storing up your secrets, probing at your weak spots. What’s worse, they remembered everything and were prepared to use it against you. They could store ammunition and just wait. They had sweet lipsticked smiles that hid just how carefully they could tear your life into pieces.
Luna and Tonks had talked about this, and then agreed that they couldn’t give up on girls entirely, because they had some things going for them. Breasts were pretty good, for one, and girls wore nice trousers or skirts to show their arses off, unlike boys. They were also soft and curvy and generally smooth and smelled pleasant, not like old gym shorts and essence of Quidditch pitch. Luna noticed these kinds of things-like right now she observed that Ginny’s arse looked really good in those tight red pants as she moved into the middle of the dance floor. Long, red nails curved around her bare mid-riff, accentuating shaking hips and peeking skin. Ginny tossed her head, strobe lights pulsing through shiny red hair, and looked at Luna over her shoulder.
Truth Number Two: Luna was not alone in her predilections. Granted, Ginny wasn’t really queer-but she was the curious type, and she wasn’t going to give something a definite no unless she’d tried it. Several times and several ways.
Ginny had been surprised that she wasn’t Luna’s first kiss, but Luna had just shaken her head and smiled. No, Tonks had been her first serious crush on a woman, as well as her first kiss and her first few other things, including her first up-against-the-wall sex in a bathroom in a club. It had been nothing if not an educational experience and Luna was all in favor of those.
Now Luna managed to take her eyes off Ginny long enough to find Tonks across the room. She was leaning against the counter, making conversation with some girls. Even in the flamboyant crowd of muggles, Tonks cut quite a figure-Luna had pronounced her “dashing” that evening, when Tonks donned the form-fitting black pants, suit jacket, and top hat, her hair a radiant pink against the monochromatic fabric.
Luna squeezed between several elbows and bobbed her way through the crowd, waving at Tonks to get her attention. They made eye contact once, and Tonks flashed an impish grin and gave her the thumbs up. When Luna reached the other side of the room, she immediately recognized Hermione Granger, who was currently tipping back a glass of amber liquor at a shocking speed while listening to Tonks. The second girl was smaller, with a shiny dark bob of hair, and she perched on a bar stool, her ankles linked around the legs. After a moment spent staring at her (noticing how her pleated skirt was riding up on her legs), Luna realized where she’d seen her before: it was Pansy Parkinson, Draco’s fiancé, last she’d heard. But there was no engagement ring on her finger, so either things had changed, or was she out having a bit of fun before settling down-either one could be good in Luna’s book.
“Is it just me, or is every fucking guy in the Wizarding world gay or taken or bi but wants to be with guys right now or not really gay but finding himself by fucking guys?” Pansy said, swaying a little on the edge of her seat.
Hermione nodded vigorously. “Oh yes, that’s what all they say! I need time to find myself, to grow up and figure out who I really am… I should have figured it then, because what bloke talks like that, like something out of a psychology book? And turns down sex too! It didn’t seem like Ron, that’s for certain.” She sniffled dismally and stared down at her empty glass. “Finding himself indeed! Finding himself in bed with his best friend, more like. And of course I wasn’t supposed to take it personally, it wasn’t Ron’s fault that the best-friend-for-life he wanted was Harry, not me.”
“It’s hard at first, isn’t it,” Tonks said, patting her on the shoulder. “I went through the exact same thing with Remus, you know. And I said to myself, no wonder my mum had to marry a muggle-born, there’s not a fucking straight guy left in the Wizarding World, besides maybe Arthur Weasley, and you never do know, do you?” She leaned her weight forward, her arm now firmly around Hermione’s shoulders. “But sometimes you don’t need the boys to have fun, right, love?”
“It’s true,” Luna said serenely.
“Of course, there’s nothing wrong with liking men, but don’t knock women until you’ve tried them. I made that mistake at first, and looking back I wish I’d put some of those years to better use, instead of crying my eyes out over some stupid man. Then I finally asked myself, if men make you so miserable, what are you doing with them?”
Pansy shifted on her seat and took a packet of cigarettes out of her purse. Meditatively, she tapped the cigarette out of the box and put it primly between her cherry-red lips. Before Pansy could reach for her wand to cast the spell, Tonks was there with a muggle lighter, setting the cigarette on fire with a neat little move of her wrist. “Nifty thing, innit?” she said happily, as Pansy stared at the lighter suspiciously. Finally Pansy gave a little nostril-flaring sniff, swishing her hair back over her ear, and blew a pouty little ring of smoke.
She tilted her head to one side, thinking and posing at the same time. “Maybe we have been missing something by sticking just with men,” she said. “And why should Draco get to have all the fun experimenting and acting like we’re too good for him?”
Hermione sniffled again, her shoulders shaking slightly. “But if giving girls a try really is sound advice, how should I go about this? What am I supposed to do-grab the first girl I see and snog her?”
“Why not?” Tonks said. She gave Luna a quick little wink, and in return Luna gave an almost imperceptible nod of acknowledgement. Yes, they were both in this together, yes, they would stick with the plan for tonight, and no turning back now.
Tonks cupped Hermione’s face in her palm, tipping her chin up and then swooping in to tease Hermione’s upper lip between her teeth. First Hermione stiffened, but then the straight line of her spine gave way and she curved forward, scooting on the stool so that her legs opened naturally around Tonks. There was a practiced ease in the way Tonks leaned in, body curving against body, and then drew back at the right moment, when Hermione’s head was tilting up, her lips parted for another kiss. Luna felt the familiar tingle of excitement as she watched, and as she watched Pansy watching, her lips parted on a forgotten puff of smoke, her cigarette dangling and glowing orange against her fingertips.
“What do you have to say to that?” Tonks asked.
Hermione blinked slowly, as if awaking from a dream. “I…do you have a habit of doing that?”
Tonks grinned. “Yes, confusing innocent straight girls is a favorite hobby of mine.”
“You’re quite accomplished in that department, then.”
“Thank you kindly.” Tonks doffed her hat and spun on her toes, managing not to trip over the bar stool. “If you’d like to be confused further-or perhaps to straighten thing out, so to speak, in your mind, the offer is extended.”
“Offer?”
“Come home with us.” Tonks swept a hand between her and Luna, who was gazing solemnly at them. “All you have to do is say the word.”
Hermione hesitated, glancing back and forth between the two of them. Sensing her indecision with the sure nose of a predatory, Pansy perked up. “Granger here might not be up for pushing the envelope-I’m not sure she has it in her to transgress like that, but I for one am always ready for something new.”
“We never said you couldn’t both come,” Luna said diplomatically.
“Fine, I’m coming!” Hermione attempted to leap, but wound up half-sliding off the bar stool and into Tonks’s arms. Pansy extinguished her cigarette in the ashtray and slid down off her seat like a small, smugly graceful feline. Luna extended a hand, waiting patiently as Pansy paused for a moment, as if flipping through a catalogue of facial expressions-should it be disdain? trepidation? hearty and stalwart in the face of a bizarre world? She settled on somewhere between nervous and brave, and slipped her dry, slender hand into Luna’s.
The party of four made its way through the crowded club. On the way out, Luna blew Ginny a quick kiss and mouthed, “See you soon!” Ginny nodded, winked over her shoulder, and then turned her attention back to the tall, leather-clad muggle with multiple piercings, who was currently trying to slide the strap of her dress down. Ginny couldn’t go for long periods without male attention-Luna understood this, and she understood that tonight was for something (or someones) different for both of them.
Tonks, Luna, Pansy, and Hermione managed to Apparate together in the cool night air, arriving in a crowded tangle in Tonks and Luna’s living room. Luna had left a lamp on in the bedroom, and its fuzzy light under the door guided them there. The bed waiting for them was big and soft, a tangle of blankets and cushy pillows, and the big brass headboard twisting into patterns above them. Tonks picked the bed for two things: comfort and size, and they could all pile onto it with minimal squeezing.
To everyone’s surprise, Pansy’s silky little green dress with the leaf pattern was the first to come off, perhaps in a display of Slytherin bravado. She was a sleek little creature when naked, even more so than when clothed, with her pert little breasts that turned up just like her nose. Continuing the catlike analogy, she curled up easily between Tonks and Luna, one hand sliding across each of their back, dragging her nails knowingly. Her eyes were half-lowered and sleepy, making promises that she had better keep.
Hermione was shyer, and the lights were off by the time her clothes finally came off. By that point, Luna didn’t much care who wass doing what to whom. The sheets slid around her, and she wiggled through them like they were water. It was a warm, dark, almost subterranean environment, and she ws lost in absolute comfort: long, definitely female legs wrapping around her own, the angle of a shoulder beneath her lips, the feel of a warm, moist mouth right against the curve of her hip and belly. Only the faint glow of the lava lamp that Luna picked out lit the room, illuminating the intertwined shadows on the bed.
The next morning, they would all be very grateful that Tonks keeps her sworn-by hangover remedy on hand. Luna was the first to awake and make breakfast for herself, and Tonks woke lightly with a touch. The two of them shared a glass of orange juice and some strips of bacon, and a long, greedy yet familiar kiss by the windowsill. When they were done, they looked back at the bed with the satisfaction of a job well done: Hermione was curled up against Pansy, her lips moving slightly as she murmured in her sleep. Pansy’s hands were curled in Hermione’s hair, her legs tossed carelessly over Hermione’s.
Luna looked into Tonks’s eyes, and felt a surge of something like pride: better than a well-cast spell, better than a Christmas present, or daffodils on a rainy-bright spring day. It was the power of knowing what others wanted even if they didn’t, and showing them. As the two of them have said before, it was a good deed-and who said good deeds couldn’t be fun?