Blood-Red Lips
Title: Blood-Red Lips
Rating: PG-13
Genre: General
Length: 372
Pairing: Pansy/Ginny (one-sided)
Summary: There's something thrilling about being in love.
Note: Written for pansy_ginny's November prompt 'unrequited.'
There's something thrilling about being in love, Ginny finds. It's new and raw and heartbreaking. And it defies all logic. She barely knows Pansy Parkinson as anything more than the girl who drapes herself over Malfoy but there is no doubt in her mind that it's love.
Pansy's nose makes the most delicate turn up, and her hair is short and shiny and course. Her lips are always blood-red and every time she pouts them Ginny's knickers become sticky. She wants to feel those pert lips burning a trail down her body, ending with her clit. She wants to feel those lips sucking and teasing her until she comes dramatically. She at least wants to kiss them.
But Pansy doesn't feel the same way. She doesn't spell her bed curtains closed and silent so her roommates don't hear her moaning another girl's name as she fingers herself. She doesn't become flustered every time Ginny, or anyone for that matter, walks into the corridor. She's not the one who is a lesbian in love with a heterosexual girl.
Sometimes, when Ginny is feeling down, she likes to fancy herself simply reacting strangely to Harry's dismissal of her. But then she has Harry and she still can't ignore Pansy, no matter how nice and dreamlike Harry feels. When Harry dumps her she feels disappointment. Who else would have even a chance against her desire for Pansy?
Other times Ginny is strong and she imagines elaborate schemes to get Pansy. She will seduce her slowly, starting by getting the Slytherin to notice her. Little by little she will make it up to a kiss. Pansy will like it but be ashamed. Ginny will grin and let Pansy think she is safe until a week later she pounces, dragging Pansy into an empty classroom and ravishing her blood-red lips like an animal in heat. Pansy will love it. She never quite manages the strength to go through with it.
Ginny knows there is nothing she can do and she doesn't want to fuck everything up by trying so day in and day out she stares across the Great Hall for a glimpse of those red lips, hoping they will create an even more realistic dream that night.
Rating: PG-13
Genre: General
Length: 372
Pairing: Pansy/Ginny (one-sided)
Summary: There's something thrilling about being in love.
Note: Written for pansy_ginny's November prompt 'unrequited.'
There's something thrilling about being in love, Ginny finds. It's new and raw and heartbreaking. And it defies all logic. She barely knows Pansy Parkinson as anything more than the girl who drapes herself over Malfoy but there is no doubt in her mind that it's love.
Pansy's nose makes the most delicate turn up, and her hair is short and shiny and course. Her lips are always blood-red and every time she pouts them Ginny's knickers become sticky. She wants to feel those pert lips burning a trail down her body, ending with her clit. She wants to feel those lips sucking and teasing her until she comes dramatically. She at least wants to kiss them.
But Pansy doesn't feel the same way. She doesn't spell her bed curtains closed and silent so her roommates don't hear her moaning another girl's name as she fingers herself. She doesn't become flustered every time Ginny, or anyone for that matter, walks into the corridor. She's not the one who is a lesbian in love with a heterosexual girl.
Sometimes, when Ginny is feeling down, she likes to fancy herself simply reacting strangely to Harry's dismissal of her. But then she has Harry and she still can't ignore Pansy, no matter how nice and dreamlike Harry feels. When Harry dumps her she feels disappointment. Who else would have even a chance against her desire for Pansy?
Other times Ginny is strong and she imagines elaborate schemes to get Pansy. She will seduce her slowly, starting by getting the Slytherin to notice her. Little by little she will make it up to a kiss. Pansy will like it but be ashamed. Ginny will grin and let Pansy think she is safe until a week later she pounces, dragging Pansy into an empty classroom and ravishing her blood-red lips like an animal in heat. Pansy will love it. She never quite manages the strength to go through with it.
Ginny knows there is nothing she can do and she doesn't want to fuck everything up by trying so day in and day out she stares across the Great Hall for a glimpse of those red lips, hoping they will create an even more realistic dream that night.