Dancing - 1/1 - Adult - Fleur/Ginny
Title: Dancing (1/1)
Author: silvernatasha
Rating: Adult
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Summary: Her intention had been to tease her and maybe frighten her. Fleur/Ginny.
A/N: Written for smut_69 prompt #28: dominant.
Word Count: 1198.
Fleur’s split from Bill after three years of marriage was amicable. However, his family chose not to see it that way, no matter how many times he tried to explain it to them. Fleur, of course, was the bad guy, breaking poor ickle Bill’s heart when, in fact, he had been the first person to suggest the split.
Knowing that she was considered to be the wicked Frenchwoman who had stolen Bill’s heart and then stomped all over it with her expensive heels, Fleur had avoided the family with surprising success. Of course, they were probably avoiding her, too, which made things a little easier. She had decided not to return to France, certain that her future still lay in England. Fleur was getting on extremely well in her job at Gringotts, and she was ambitious about her future at the bank.
One Friday night, Fleur found herself at her favourite bar, unwinding after a long week at work and fully intent on letting her hair down. As soon as she approached the bar, she had the attention of the barman, earning her a few scathing looks from other women. Fleur easily ignored them, though, used to the attention and knowing that there wasn’t really anything she could do about her Veela heritage. Besides, in situations such as this it was immensely useful.
“You do that on purpose, don’t you?” a voice asked beside her.
Fleur turned to find Ginny Weasley looking at her with a scowl. “Do what?”
“Get all the blokes drooling over you.” Ginny wrinkled her nose, something that reminded Fleur of Bill.
“No,” Fleur said, shaking her head, blonde hair shimmering over her shoulders. She handed money over to the barman with a smile, taking her drink. “Not zat eet ees any of your business, but I do not care eef ze men look at me.”
“Some women would love to get that attention,” Ginny retorted.
Lips curling into a smile, Fleur sipped her drink. “I am sure zat zhey would,” she agreed. “I, ’owever, would much prefer ze women to be looking at me like zat.” Fleur winked at her, trying not to laugh at the incredulous look on the redhead’s face.
“You like women.”
Fleur nodded. “Of course. Women are beautiful creatures, are zhey not?”
Ginny looked stunned and Fleur felt a glimmer of triumph. It was good to get one up on the girl who had, quite frankly, made her feel unworthy of Bill. “Well, I, um…”
Putting a hand on Ginny’s arm, Fleur smiled and said, “You know, you are a vairy beautiful woman, Ginny.” Her intention had been to tease her and maybe frighten her off, but when a blush rose up on Ginny’s cheeks and she started to stammer, Fleur had the feeling that perhaps Ginny shared her appreciation for the female form. She took a step closer to the redhead so that she had to tilt her head to look down at Ginny.
“I am theenking zat maybe zhere was a reason why you were always so angry about my relationship with Bill.” Fleur’s fingers idly stroke Ginny’s bare arm, feeling goosebumps rise up. Ginny shivered. “You were not upset about your brother? You were… jealous of ’im?”
“No!” Ginny protested, but the panicked look on her face said otherwise.
Fleur smiled, lowering her head to murmur, “Eet ees nothing to be ashamed of. And zhere ees no need to be so tense.” Fleur licked her lips, taking a long sip of her drink and starting to get a little aroused by the slightly dazed way that Ginny was staring at her. “I could teach you ’ow to relax a little if you would like.”
Ginny’s eyes widened. “That won’t be necessary,” she said in a tight voice.
“Nonsense,” Fleur said dismissively. She finished her Martini in one large mouthful, grabbing for Ginny’s hand and pulling her away from the bar. “We will dance, yes?”
Leading her onto the dance floor, amid a throng of bodies, Fleur firmly put her hands on Ginny’s waist, moving to the music. Ginny looked startled for a few moments, but then started to move, making Fleur beam. If she’d thought Bill looked gorgeous when he was embarrassed, he had nothing on Ginny.
Fleur moved herself closer, wondering just how daring she could before Ginny would snap. Ginny had always had something of an impressive temper, but how far could she push it?
Her breasts pushed up against Ginny’s, Fleur’s hands gradually creeping lower down Ginny’s hips to rest on her arse. Fleur squeezed gently, making Ginny jerk towards her. “Just tell me eef you want me to stop,” she murmured, leaning into Ginny. Her tongue flicked out to touch the rim of Ginny’s ear for a moment and Fleur felt Ginny shiver slightly.
Ginny didn’t protest, though, when Fleur’s fingers skimmed lower, taking advantage of Ginny’s short skirt. It was dark and there were really too many people around them for anyone to be able to see what they were doing, so Fleur slipped a hand up under her skirt. She felt Ginny’s chest heave against hers in anticipation and Fleur ground her hips against Ginny’s as her fingers reached the apex of her thighs. Fleur’s eyes widened. “You are a vairy naughty witch,” Fleur told her in a ragged whisper when she found no barrier between her fingers and Ginny’s cunt.
As Fleur wondered if this was a Weasley thing - Bill had never been all that fond of underwear - Ginny retorted, “Says the witch who’s got her hand up my skirt.”
Fleur grinned impishly. “I cannot argue with zat.” She slipped a finger quickly inside Ginny, hearing Ginny’s harsh gasp beside her ear. Fleur gave a small moan of appreciation, surprised a moment later when Ginny’s hand touched her face, pulling her into a hard kiss.
By now, Fleur had expected to have been hexed into next week by the fiery redhead. Instead, Ginny was eagerly responding, wet to the touch and rocking her hips against Fleur’s fingers. This thought was a little electrifying, and Fleur could feel her own body starting to react.
Fleur’s tongue slipped into Ginny’s mouth, but it became obvious that she wasn’t going to have dominance. Ginny all but attacked Fleur’s mouth; Fleur retaliated by adding another finger to her actions.
Ginny whimpered, clenching around Fleur’s fingers in a sudden orgasm and biting down on Fleur’s lip. Fleur could taste the coppery tang of blood in her mouth. The Veela in her seemed to enjoy that rough, almost animalistic side, and she growled slightly as she pulled back.
“I think people are watching us,” Ginny said quietly, her brown eyes wide.
“Mmmm. I should hope so. We make a vairy attractive pair, oui?”
Even in the dim lighting it wasn’t hard to miss the flush on Ginny’s cheeks. “Fleur,” she warned in a low voice.
Fleur ran a finger down Ginny’s cheek, over her freckles. “Maybe we should go somewhere a leetle more private?” She kissed Ginny’s cheek, leaving a lipstick mark and winking as she pulled away.
She walked away across the dance floor. She had no doubt that Ginny would follow.
Author: silvernatasha
Rating: Adult
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Summary: Her intention had been to tease her and maybe frighten her. Fleur/Ginny.
A/N: Written for smut_69 prompt #28: dominant.
Word Count: 1198.
Fleur’s split from Bill after three years of marriage was amicable. However, his family chose not to see it that way, no matter how many times he tried to explain it to them. Fleur, of course, was the bad guy, breaking poor ickle Bill’s heart when, in fact, he had been the first person to suggest the split.
Knowing that she was considered to be the wicked Frenchwoman who had stolen Bill’s heart and then stomped all over it with her expensive heels, Fleur had avoided the family with surprising success. Of course, they were probably avoiding her, too, which made things a little easier. She had decided not to return to France, certain that her future still lay in England. Fleur was getting on extremely well in her job at Gringotts, and she was ambitious about her future at the bank.
One Friday night, Fleur found herself at her favourite bar, unwinding after a long week at work and fully intent on letting her hair down. As soon as she approached the bar, she had the attention of the barman, earning her a few scathing looks from other women. Fleur easily ignored them, though, used to the attention and knowing that there wasn’t really anything she could do about her Veela heritage. Besides, in situations such as this it was immensely useful.
“You do that on purpose, don’t you?” a voice asked beside her.
Fleur turned to find Ginny Weasley looking at her with a scowl. “Do what?”
“Get all the blokes drooling over you.” Ginny wrinkled her nose, something that reminded Fleur of Bill.
“No,” Fleur said, shaking her head, blonde hair shimmering over her shoulders. She handed money over to the barman with a smile, taking her drink. “Not zat eet ees any of your business, but I do not care eef ze men look at me.”
“Some women would love to get that attention,” Ginny retorted.
Lips curling into a smile, Fleur sipped her drink. “I am sure zat zhey would,” she agreed. “I, ’owever, would much prefer ze women to be looking at me like zat.” Fleur winked at her, trying not to laugh at the incredulous look on the redhead’s face.
“You like women.”
Fleur nodded. “Of course. Women are beautiful creatures, are zhey not?”
Ginny looked stunned and Fleur felt a glimmer of triumph. It was good to get one up on the girl who had, quite frankly, made her feel unworthy of Bill. “Well, I, um…”
Putting a hand on Ginny’s arm, Fleur smiled and said, “You know, you are a vairy beautiful woman, Ginny.” Her intention had been to tease her and maybe frighten her off, but when a blush rose up on Ginny’s cheeks and she started to stammer, Fleur had the feeling that perhaps Ginny shared her appreciation for the female form. She took a step closer to the redhead so that she had to tilt her head to look down at Ginny.
“I am theenking zat maybe zhere was a reason why you were always so angry about my relationship with Bill.” Fleur’s fingers idly stroke Ginny’s bare arm, feeling goosebumps rise up. Ginny shivered. “You were not upset about your brother? You were… jealous of ’im?”
“No!” Ginny protested, but the panicked look on her face said otherwise.
Fleur smiled, lowering her head to murmur, “Eet ees nothing to be ashamed of. And zhere ees no need to be so tense.” Fleur licked her lips, taking a long sip of her drink and starting to get a little aroused by the slightly dazed way that Ginny was staring at her. “I could teach you ’ow to relax a little if you would like.”
Ginny’s eyes widened. “That won’t be necessary,” she said in a tight voice.
“Nonsense,” Fleur said dismissively. She finished her Martini in one large mouthful, grabbing for Ginny’s hand and pulling her away from the bar. “We will dance, yes?”
Leading her onto the dance floor, amid a throng of bodies, Fleur firmly put her hands on Ginny’s waist, moving to the music. Ginny looked startled for a few moments, but then started to move, making Fleur beam. If she’d thought Bill looked gorgeous when he was embarrassed, he had nothing on Ginny.
Fleur moved herself closer, wondering just how daring she could before Ginny would snap. Ginny had always had something of an impressive temper, but how far could she push it?
Her breasts pushed up against Ginny’s, Fleur’s hands gradually creeping lower down Ginny’s hips to rest on her arse. Fleur squeezed gently, making Ginny jerk towards her. “Just tell me eef you want me to stop,” she murmured, leaning into Ginny. Her tongue flicked out to touch the rim of Ginny’s ear for a moment and Fleur felt Ginny shiver slightly.
Ginny didn’t protest, though, when Fleur’s fingers skimmed lower, taking advantage of Ginny’s short skirt. It was dark and there were really too many people around them for anyone to be able to see what they were doing, so Fleur slipped a hand up under her skirt. She felt Ginny’s chest heave against hers in anticipation and Fleur ground her hips against Ginny’s as her fingers reached the apex of her thighs. Fleur’s eyes widened. “You are a vairy naughty witch,” Fleur told her in a ragged whisper when she found no barrier between her fingers and Ginny’s cunt.
As Fleur wondered if this was a Weasley thing - Bill had never been all that fond of underwear - Ginny retorted, “Says the witch who’s got her hand up my skirt.”
Fleur grinned impishly. “I cannot argue with zat.” She slipped a finger quickly inside Ginny, hearing Ginny’s harsh gasp beside her ear. Fleur gave a small moan of appreciation, surprised a moment later when Ginny’s hand touched her face, pulling her into a hard kiss.
By now, Fleur had expected to have been hexed into next week by the fiery redhead. Instead, Ginny was eagerly responding, wet to the touch and rocking her hips against Fleur’s fingers. This thought was a little electrifying, and Fleur could feel her own body starting to react.
Fleur’s tongue slipped into Ginny’s mouth, but it became obvious that she wasn’t going to have dominance. Ginny all but attacked Fleur’s mouth; Fleur retaliated by adding another finger to her actions.
Ginny whimpered, clenching around Fleur’s fingers in a sudden orgasm and biting down on Fleur’s lip. Fleur could taste the coppery tang of blood in her mouth. The Veela in her seemed to enjoy that rough, almost animalistic side, and she growled slightly as she pulled back.
“I think people are watching us,” Ginny said quietly, her brown eyes wide.
“Mmmm. I should hope so. We make a vairy attractive pair, oui?”
Even in the dim lighting it wasn’t hard to miss the flush on Ginny’s cheeks. “Fleur,” she warned in a low voice.
Fleur ran a finger down Ginny’s cheek, over her freckles. “Maybe we should go somewhere a leetle more private?” She kissed Ginny’s cheek, leaving a lipstick mark and winking as she pulled away.
She walked away across the dance floor. She had no doubt that Ginny would follow.