'Nightly' [Hermione/Ginny] NC-17
Fandom: Harry Potter (I do write non HP things, although it must seem like I don't. Maybe I'll post one some day.)
Genre: femslash, smut
Title: Nightly
Pairing: Hermione/Ginny
Warnings: explicit sex of f/f variety
Word count: 1070
A/N: This is my first time writing smut in a concerted way rather than just random jottings. If there's one thing I loathe, it's bad smut. So please, if you hate this or even mildly dislike it, critique me so I can be better next time. On the other hand, this is not total PWP. It does have pretensions of higher meaning, so I hope you like them too.
Nightly
The sun is taking its time to set, leaving the world in a slow acid-bath of yellows and maroons, as the kids stumble back to the Burrow. One of them has her broom over her shoulder and a generous mud stain down her shirt. She jogs to catch up with Hermione, who is holding hers like a pen, a tight clutch round it. The light is fading and they can hardly see each other’s faces, but they both feel the slick sweat of an afternoon’s sport and their breath crackles hot over their burnt bodies.
Mrs. Weasley sets a steaming pot of stew on the table and the hustle and bustle of the family overwhelms the cramped room for a minute. A day outside makes for lively conversation. Through Ron and Charlie’s heated argument over the merits of certain cheap bludgers, Hermione eats ravenously, pushing her hair back from her face and looking at Ginny. The youngest redhead joins the discussion with as much gusto as she can muster; all she wants to do is lock eyes with the girl opposite her. Hermione has a smile dancing on her lips, which laughs in the corners of Ginny’s eyes and makes her burn red-hot. She thinks, as she does so often these past few weeks, that her family must see the laser beam Hermione has on her, but they do not. It is a secret just for the two of them.
After supper they sit around, whiling away the evening in cards and newspapers and small tasks. Ginny sits in her room listening to Coco Greengrass if you wanna have a good time come a little closer don’t be shy and Hermione is reading a book. I can see you right before me Her Mum pops her head in and draws the older girl downstairs for something but it feels like you’re miles away Eventually she comes back and closes the door behind her carefully. They agree wordlessly that it is late, and lie down with the silent room between them let’s get high on love sometime
All is still in the room for a long time. Ginny hears the gradual wind-down of the house until her room could be the whole world and expand to fill all the night. As she waits, Hermione might be asleep. The line of her silhouette is luminous, a perfect curve. Ginny turns to bury her face in the pillow and finally feels a hand coming down on her shoulder, a body coming down beside her.
Hermione presses her mouth onto the nape of her neck and sucks, her hands encircling the younger girl’s lower body. Purr ripples through and Hermione thrusts her leg between Ginny’s. She turns to face upward and puts her hand between the legs, where, underneath damp curls, she can feel two dripping folds. They grind harder together and Hermione’s hand comes into Ginny too. She just begins to savour the aching wet and the heat when another hand squeezes her body hard and leaves such a hot imprint near her nipple. A finger rubs around the top of her slit, teasing her clit, and breath leaves her body. She is being pressed down into the dampening sheets but remembers to squeeze the cunt between her fingers and feels yet more juice drip onto her legs.
Thrust up suddenly, she feels a sheet of hair fall down over her face and neck. Hermione’s face is buried in her shoulder. Licks and sucks on her sunburns surprise Ginny into a breathless grunt.
Hermione never makes any unintentional noise; but Ginny has no such control - her cunt is gripped: sigh - sticky breasts bounce against her: moan - every rub on her nub:
ah-ah/aah.
"Fall apart," says Hermione from beside her ear. "Hold me tighter." Ginny clutches onto her back with the other arm as she feels yet more friction ah inside herself. "If you want me to fuck you harder" ah "Make it worth my while." Ginny knows this dirty talk gets the other girl off and redoubles the speed of her exertions on the slick cunt above her. She presses her other hand -involuntarily - into Hermione’s hard tailbone, gripping her arse: rewarded with a faster pace of thrust and sweet breathy kisses along her neck. ""Yes," says Hermione, lost in the feeling of their hot bodies melding, "Yes, yes." Ginny opens her eyes when she feels the hand fucking into her tighten and jerk faster and faster. Next to the curls sliding down Hermione’s back she can see the girl’s face in a strangled scream of abandonment, her fingers reflexively tightening into her arm, an etching of desire. Her circling hand is drenched as the older girl comes
ah shudder Yes yes ye
Her hand stills inside the soft folds which have just dissolved. But Hermione immediately thrusts harder and has a satisfied smirk. As she touches Ginny’s clit her dirty mood comes back - she catches her girl’s mouth in a tight assault. With her cunt still winding tighter and tighter, Ginny can only listen to the whisper of "How about I fuck you with my mouth now, hmm?"
…ah
she agrees
Hermione slides down until her mouth is beside Ginny’s cunt, and wastes no time in drinking up the juices. She sucks professionally, gripping Ginny’s legs, and the girl quickly loses her ability to think. They go again - against the wall - and again - kneeling - and another time, but Ginny never remembers the last time. Hermione finally gives her one last kiss and falls back into her own bed. Ginny hugs the duvet and black takes over.
When she next opens her eyes, the sun is streaming in through the window onto her feet and she can hear the chickens clucking merrily. She savours the memory of last night and embraces the duvet one last time, before standing and brushing her hair out of her eyes. The other bed is already empty.
In the kitchen, Hermione is reading the Daily Prophet.
"Good morning," she says.
"Hi," says Ginny.
"Did you sleep well?"
Ginny hesitates. "Okay. I couldn’t sleep for a while."
"Hmm. Too much on your mind? I hope I didn’t disturb you. You could try those ear-plugs, I find them invaluable. Went out like a light last night." She’s not lying: her graceful features are fresh and full of vitality, her eyes sparkling.
Ginny looks down. "Yes, I know," she says.
Genre: femslash, smut
Title: Nightly
Pairing: Hermione/Ginny
Warnings: explicit sex of f/f variety
Word count: 1070
A/N: This is my first time writing smut in a concerted way rather than just random jottings. If there's one thing I loathe, it's bad smut. So please, if you hate this or even mildly dislike it, critique me so I can be better next time. On the other hand, this is not total PWP. It does have pretensions of higher meaning, so I hope you like them too.
Nightly
The sun is taking its time to set, leaving the world in a slow acid-bath of yellows and maroons, as the kids stumble back to the Burrow. One of them has her broom over her shoulder and a generous mud stain down her shirt. She jogs to catch up with Hermione, who is holding hers like a pen, a tight clutch round it. The light is fading and they can hardly see each other’s faces, but they both feel the slick sweat of an afternoon’s sport and their breath crackles hot over their burnt bodies.
Mrs. Weasley sets a steaming pot of stew on the table and the hustle and bustle of the family overwhelms the cramped room for a minute. A day outside makes for lively conversation. Through Ron and Charlie’s heated argument over the merits of certain cheap bludgers, Hermione eats ravenously, pushing her hair back from her face and looking at Ginny. The youngest redhead joins the discussion with as much gusto as she can muster; all she wants to do is lock eyes with the girl opposite her. Hermione has a smile dancing on her lips, which laughs in the corners of Ginny’s eyes and makes her burn red-hot. She thinks, as she does so often these past few weeks, that her family must see the laser beam Hermione has on her, but they do not. It is a secret just for the two of them.
After supper they sit around, whiling away the evening in cards and newspapers and small tasks. Ginny sits in her room listening to Coco Greengrass if you wanna have a good time come a little closer don’t be shy and Hermione is reading a book. I can see you right before me Her Mum pops her head in and draws the older girl downstairs for something but it feels like you’re miles away Eventually she comes back and closes the door behind her carefully. They agree wordlessly that it is late, and lie down with the silent room between them let’s get high on love sometime
All is still in the room for a long time. Ginny hears the gradual wind-down of the house until her room could be the whole world and expand to fill all the night. As she waits, Hermione might be asleep. The line of her silhouette is luminous, a perfect curve. Ginny turns to bury her face in the pillow and finally feels a hand coming down on her shoulder, a body coming down beside her.
Hermione presses her mouth onto the nape of her neck and sucks, her hands encircling the younger girl’s lower body. Purr ripples through and Hermione thrusts her leg between Ginny’s. She turns to face upward and puts her hand between the legs, where, underneath damp curls, she can feel two dripping folds. They grind harder together and Hermione’s hand comes into Ginny too. She just begins to savour the aching wet and the heat when another hand squeezes her body hard and leaves such a hot imprint near her nipple. A finger rubs around the top of her slit, teasing her clit, and breath leaves her body. She is being pressed down into the dampening sheets but remembers to squeeze the cunt between her fingers and feels yet more juice drip onto her legs.
Thrust up suddenly, she feels a sheet of hair fall down over her face and neck. Hermione’s face is buried in her shoulder. Licks and sucks on her sunburns surprise Ginny into a breathless grunt.
Hermione never makes any unintentional noise; but Ginny has no such control - her cunt is gripped: sigh - sticky breasts bounce against her: moan - every rub on her nub:
ah-ah/aah.
"Fall apart," says Hermione from beside her ear. "Hold me tighter." Ginny clutches onto her back with the other arm as she feels yet more friction ah inside herself. "If you want me to fuck you harder" ah "Make it worth my while." Ginny knows this dirty talk gets the other girl off and redoubles the speed of her exertions on the slick cunt above her. She presses her other hand -involuntarily - into Hermione’s hard tailbone, gripping her arse: rewarded with a faster pace of thrust and sweet breathy kisses along her neck. ""Yes," says Hermione, lost in the feeling of their hot bodies melding, "Yes, yes." Ginny opens her eyes when she feels the hand fucking into her tighten and jerk faster and faster. Next to the curls sliding down Hermione’s back she can see the girl’s face in a strangled scream of abandonment, her fingers reflexively tightening into her arm, an etching of desire. Her circling hand is drenched as the older girl comes
ah shudder Yes yes ye
Her hand stills inside the soft folds which have just dissolved. But Hermione immediately thrusts harder and has a satisfied smirk. As she touches Ginny’s clit her dirty mood comes back - she catches her girl’s mouth in a tight assault. With her cunt still winding tighter and tighter, Ginny can only listen to the whisper of "How about I fuck you with my mouth now, hmm?"
…ah
she agrees
Hermione slides down until her mouth is beside Ginny’s cunt, and wastes no time in drinking up the juices. She sucks professionally, gripping Ginny’s legs, and the girl quickly loses her ability to think. They go again - against the wall - and again - kneeling - and another time, but Ginny never remembers the last time. Hermione finally gives her one last kiss and falls back into her own bed. Ginny hugs the duvet and black takes over.
When she next opens her eyes, the sun is streaming in through the window onto her feet and she can hear the chickens clucking merrily. She savours the memory of last night and embraces the duvet one last time, before standing and brushing her hair out of her eyes. The other bed is already empty.
In the kitchen, Hermione is reading the Daily Prophet.
"Good morning," she says.
"Hi," says Ginny.
"Did you sleep well?"
Ginny hesitates. "Okay. I couldn’t sleep for a while."
"Hmm. Too much on your mind? I hope I didn’t disturb you. You could try those ear-plugs, I find them invaluable. Went out like a light last night." She’s not lying: her graceful features are fresh and full of vitality, her eyes sparkling.
Ginny looks down. "Yes, I know," she says.