Tangled Up In Blue; Gift for larial_tari!
Recipient: larial_tari
Title: Tangled Up In Blue
Author: lunalovepotter
Beta: the_vixxmeister
Pairing/s: Ginny/Luna; mention of Harry/Ginny
Rating: NC-17
Warning(s): Femmeslash, including light bondage.
Length: 4,120
Summary: Following a row with Harry, Ginny finds unexpected pleasure in Luna's arms.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fan fiction set in the Harry Potter universe - all recognizable characters and settings are the property of J. K. Rowling and her associates. No copyright infringement is intended. No profit is made from this work. Please observe your local laws with regards to the age-limit and content of this work.
Author's Notes: Title is taken from the song by Bob Dylan. Thank you to my amazing beta! I hope you enjoy this, larial_tari; it pretty much wrote itself, and your request made it very easy. :)
Tangled Up In Blue
They'd had yet another row. It had become such a regular occurrence over the last few months that a day without even a small disagreement seemed unusual. But then the days that they didn't row were usually days that either one or the other of them was away - Harry on an Auror mission, or Ginny on the road with the Harpies.
Ginny lay awake in the dark, staring at the empty space in bed beside her. Even after their worst arguments she always found solace in the warmth of Harry's body spooned against hers, the feeling of his hands wrapped around her belly, and his cock in a near-constant state of erection as it slid against the curve of her bum. Sometimes he would enter her from behind when she wasn't expecting it, emitting a low satisfied moan that made her limbs tingle.
She loved feeling his arms around her. They were going through a rough patch, brought on by the frustration of crazy-mad work schedules that meant not being able to see each other the way they were used to. She missed him even when she was so furious at him that she could put him in a Body Bind without a second thought. But right now it was better that he wasn't there because she needed time alone.
She had no idea how long he would be gone, since he was not able to give details about the missions - technically he wasn't even supposed to acknowledge that he was on a mission, but they both knew there was no sense in pretending. Something about the unhappiness in his eyes when he Apparated out of their bedroom four hours ago told her he'd be gone for a while; two weeks, maybe even a month.
Harry didn't kiss her when he left. At the time she didn't want him to, but now she wished he did.
* * *
When she woke up that morning, Luna's gray speckled owl Persephone was waiting patiently on the windowsill, bearing a lunch invitation. Even though she preferred to be alone, Ginny accepted the invitation right away, scribbling out a reply while still reclined in bed in her nightgown. It was uncanny how Luna knew when she most needed a friend - even when Ginny didn't realize it herself.
While lying awake last night, she'd thought about stopping in to see Hermione, but between her caseload at the Office of Magical Law Enforcement, and wedding plans that had reached a fever pitch with the ceremony only six weeks away, Hermione didn't have time to listen to her complain about the latest row with Harry. Being Ginny's best friend, she would willingly have made the time, of course; but Ginny didn't want to bog her down.
Ginny made her way along the narrow, winding walkway of Luna's cottage in Ottery St. Catchpole at half past eleven. The modest one-story cottage built in the shape of a mushroom was set well back from the rural road, sheltered on three sides by massive, leafy trees and hills that were always blooming with wildflowers no matter what the season. Ginny recognized the melodic music drifting through one of the open windows as she approached. It was a band from Wales called The Faerymen, one of Luna's favorites. While she didn't consider herself to be a fan of fairy music, Ginny found it calming.
Luna answered the door barefoot, wearing a loose white peasant style blouse with a flowing floral-print skirt that fell almost to her ankles; her hair was loose around her face in waves, and her eyes seemed especially bright. Silver stars dangled from her ears.
"I'm so glad you're here, Ginny," she said pleasantly. She put her hand on the small of Ginny's back as she stepped over the threshold, which sent tendrils of warmth along her spine. Ginny was met with the scent of lemon intermingling with vanilla, and flowers.
"Thanks for the invitation," Ginny replied. She shrugged off her light jacket, which she hung on a hook by the door, and then took off her shoes, as was customary in Luna's house. "It smells really nice in here, are you baking?"
"No, it's Lemon Verbina tea. It's an old recipe of my mother's. Please, sit down and make yourself at home. The tea is almost finished. In a little while I'll bring out the sandwiches."
The cottage was composed of three small but cozy rooms that were filled with vases of dried flowers, eclectic artwork, patchwork quilts, potted plants, and poufy chairs. It was also decorated with knickknacks made from the sorts of things one might normally find in the rubbish bin, although Luna had a way of making them seem beautiful. The windows were thrown open to welcome the fresh air. Sunlight streamed in between the leaves to make a dappled pattern on the hardwood floors. When a breeze came through, the floors seemed to dance with light. In a far corner, Persephone sat on a perch preening her feathers.
"It's pretty in here," Ginny commented as she settled into a yellow poufy chair near a window that allowed a clear view of the hills. Tucking her legs beneath her, Ginny took a deep breath to fill her lungs with the sweet array of scents that seemed to come at her from all directions.
"Thank you, Ginny," Luna replied, sounding sincerely pleased by the compliment. "I don't have very many guests, so I enjoy sharing it with them when they come over. How are you feeling today?"
Ginny shrugged. She felt a little stab of pain in her chest. "I'm okay, I suppose. Just a little tired. I haven't been sleeping well." And lonely, she thought suddenly. The realization startled her, but only in the sense that she was surprised she hadn't acknowledged it before.
Luna moved quickly and quietly through the small kitchen, preparing two cups of tea. "You do look very tired. Would you like to talk?"
"Not really, thanks. Maybe later."
"There's no obligation to discuss Harry at all, Ginny. This is your time. You can even sleep here, if you like."
"Thanks, Luna." Ginny smiled. She shifted involuntarily at the mention of Harry's name. For a moment she allowed herself to wonder where he was. She thought about how things would be between them when he came home. Tears stung the corners of her eyes.
Ginny quickly wiped the tears away as Luna emerged levitating a mismatched tea service on a wooden tray in front of her. She guided the tray to the small round table next to the chair where Ginny was sitting. After pouring tea into both cups, she handed one to Ginny and then settled into the chair next to hers. The little cup was warm, cradled delicately in Ginny's hands.
"It must be hard to love someone so much and yet be so sad at the same time," Luna remarked. She blew lightly across the top of her cup, and took a sip.
Ginny sighed. "Lately I feel as though I don't understand Harry any more. We're both so busy, it's like two ships passing in the night."
"Try some tea. It will make you feel better."
Ginny took a sip even though she really didn't want any. The sweet fruity liquid slid down her throat like honey, flowing into her chest and forming a pool in her belly. She felt replete, as though she'd eaten one of her mum's home-cooked meals. She relaxed in the chair, uncurling her legs. "It's delicious, thanks," she said, taking another small sip.
"I'm glad. I don't have the opportunity to make it as often as I'd like. I only make it for special friends." Luna's eyes seemed to shimmer as she lifted her cup to her lips.
They sat in silence for a few moments. Luna gazed out the window, one long slender white finger tracing along the rim of her cup while she traced her foot delicately along the floor in a sweeping motion. The blouse shifted on her left shoulder, slipping down just a little bit. She didn't seem to notice. When she lifted her arm again to take another sip of tea the light caught her blouse, and Ginny saw the unmistakable shadow of her bare breast.
Without thinking Ginny allowed her hand to drift down her chest, along the curve of her breasts. They fought against the confines of her bra. She felt strange, and yet at the same time totally at ease. There was something very innocent about Luna that was completely non-sexual, yet attractive. She was so honest, and wholly unafraid. Ginny thought that was why she was drawn to Luna in a way that others were not. Most people didn't understand Luna; they didn't even try to understand. Yet Luna seemed to understand everything - and everyone - effortlessly.
She's lonely, too. An ache opened in Ginny's chest as she watched her friend. Luna's head was tilted to one side. She played with a lock of her silvery blond hair while humming along with the music. Ginny considered herself a brave person; she was strong-willed and stubborn, she stood up for what she wanted, and she was fiercely protective of those she loved. But right now she felt very humbled.
Ginny set the cup down, reached behind her back and unfastened the hooks on her bra through her blouse with one hand. She inhaled deeply, closing her eyes. She let her head drop against the cushions while resting her arms on the chair. She didn't want to think about anything but that moment. She'd been thinking too much lately; mostly about Harry, worrying about him, and hating the secrecy that came with his job; their relationship, how it had evolved over the last two years, and where it would lead in the future; her career, and how many more seasons she wanted to play with the Harpies before settling down to start a family.
Harry. It was all about Harry, wasn't it? Ginny wondered if it was possible to love someone too much. She'd been brought up to believe that one could never have too much love, but now she wasn't so sure. It was terrifying.
Her chest convulsed, and then she began to cry. Tears streamed down her face so rapidly that she was finding it hard to breathe. She couldn't stop sobbing. She hadn't cried this much since Fred died. Her heart raced uncontrollably. She felt lightheaded; everything was swimming around her, like she was underwater. She thought she might be sick.
Without a word Luna helped Ginny off the chair. On the floor, she held her in her arms and stroked Ginny's hair while she cried. She whispered to Ginny in what sounded like Gaelic, in a tone that made Ginny feel safe. Meanwhile Ginny curled into Luna's chest, head nestled under her chin, clutching at the loose fabric of her blouse. Her legs were draped over Luna's lap. Ginny cried until her eyes were bone dry, and she could barely swallow. She cried until she almost couldn't even remember why she was crying at all.
After a long while she opened her eyes. She found herself gazing down at Luna's exposed left breast. She realized that she had pulled down the blouse in the grips of her sobbing, and Luna either hadn't noticed or hadn't bothered to fix it. Her breath caught in her throat. Luna's breast was only slightly bigger than a teacup. A bright pink nipple peeked through the creamy flesh. For some reason she was compelled to touch it, just to know what it felt like in her hand. The desire was so strong that her entire face tingled with heat, and the hairs stood up on the back of her neck. Her own nipples stood at attention.
She started to pull the hem of Luna's neckline back up to cover her. But then Luna lifted Ginny's right hand away and tenderly placed it flush over her breast. It felt like a bird's egg. Ginny curled her palm around it, stroking the little mound. When Ginny's fingers brushed haphazardly over her nipple, Luna gasped. Worried, Ginny moved her hand away.
"No, you don't have to stop. It feels very nice," Luna said.
"Are you sure?"
Luna nodded. Then she shifted slightly, dislodging Ginny's head long enough to tug down the other side of her blouse. Her breasts were similar to those of a young girl; not as fully developed, but very sensual. Ginny couldn't help herself; she stared, saying nothing, for what seemed like ages. When Luna turned her upper body, her breasts moved with her. There was no extraneous movement of any kind.
Ginny considered how her breasts felt when she wasn't wearing a bra. They swayed like pendulums, independent of her body. They weren't heavy, yet they weighed her down. She put one hand on each of Luna's breasts, cupping them. She nuzzled them with her palms. Luna purred like a cat, arching her chest forward. Her nipples brushed softly against Ginny's hands, sending waves of warmth up her arms and into her chest. Her limbs seemed to melt into butter.
"If it's all right, I'd very much like to see yours," Luna said, innocently.
Taking a deep breath Ginny unbuttoned her blouse, shrugging it away along with her bra. She looked down at her breasts, and touched them as though she'd never really noticed them before. They were at least three times the size of Luna's, and her nipples were much darker with a reddish-brown tint. Freckles were sprinkled between them, fanned out across her chest and onto her shoulders. She cupped one in her right hand, squeezed it gently, and then let it drop. It bounced back into place right away.
"I've wondered sometimes why boys are so fond of breasts. Perhaps it's because they like to have something to grab onto and play with," Luna said, her eyes once again shimmering in the dappled light. "But I can see why Harry enjoys them, because yours are very nice."
"Thanks," Ginny said, blushing. "Yours are very nice too."
"Mine are a little small. But they suit me, just like these suit you." Luna smiled. "Would it be all right for me to touch them?"
Ginny nodded. She inched forward until she felt the warmth of Luna's hands, cupping each breast. Luna stroked Ginny's nipples, tracing around them with her index finger. She did it slowly, as though she was memorizing their shape. She gathered Ginny's breasts together, lifting them up. The light, airy touch of her fingers made Ginny feel as though she was floating. It was almost orgasmic. Then Luna did something that to Ginny was astonishing while at the same time completely natural - she kissed them, her thin, soft lips encircling each nipple while she flicked it with her tongue. The skin around the nipples puckered. Her hair tickled Ginny's chest.
"Merlin." Ginny braced herself on her arms, sucking in her breath. Luna continued her gentle ministrations uninterrupted. She hiked the skirt up over her knees, straddling Ginny's legs. Squeezing her thighs, she dropped her hands to hold the curve of Ginny's hips, sliding her fingertips into the waistband of her jeans. Her stomach quivered. A moan escaped her lips, unbidden.
"Just stay still. It's all right," Luna whispered without looking up. She stroked the tops of Ginny's breasts with her lips while she curled her hands around Ginny's back, easing her down to the floor. Her hips rolled forward, and when she rose on her knees to change her position, Ginny caught a glimpse of her milky inner thighs. Unable to help herself, she slid her hands along Luna's inner thighs, traveling toward the juncture of her legs. Luna's skin was remarkably supple, as though she'd recently bathed in cream. She made a little mewling sound when Ginny's fingers swept along the triangle of flaxen hair.
The air was sucked out of the room. Ginny's throat tightened; her tongue seemed glued to the roof of her mouth. She couldn't believe this was happening, and yet she didn't want to stop. Her mind was completely free, devoid of any conscious thought except the feeling of Luna's body moving with hers, her sweet breath on her skin, and her hands stroking Ginny's hair as it splayed on the floor. They were so connected; it was like they were one person.
Luna bent her head, her hair forming a silver curtain around them, and she continued to nuzzle Ginny's breasts affectionately. When she touched them with her mouth, the skin vibrated. She was humming. Ginny smiled, her eyes fluttering while she anchored her hands on Luna's thighs, stroking her with her thumbs. When she poked the tip of her thumb between the lips, she felt the wet heat and it made her keen with excitement. Her mouth watered as she played with the swollen nub, rolling it in her fingers. Luna's mouth dropped open and she sat up, arching her back so that her breasts were thrust forward and her mound was completely exposed as it rested on Ginny's waist. She pushed her clit into Ginny's fingers, urging her on.
Filled with curiosity, Ginny slid two fingers inside. Luna's body tightened around them and she moaned, like a wolf baying at the moon. Mesmerized, Ginny watched her fingers move in and out, slick with the fluid from her friend's body. She jammed her fingers all the way in, driving into Luna's clit with her thumb. Then Luna's body shuddered. She grabbed Ginny's wrist to hold her hand while she clenched it. She screamed, and then she came.
"Oh! That was brilliant!" she raved. Her cheeks were flushed with a vibrant pink hue. "Thank you!"
"No, thank you," Ginny answered. She was invigorated. Blood coursed through her veins like fire.
"Would you like me to do that for you?"
Ginny nodded, and immediately moved to unfasten her jeans. Luna took her hands away, helping her up. "Let's go in the bedroom. It will be more comfortable there than on the floor. The loo is right off the bedroom so you can wash your hands, if you like."
Ginny washed her hands with lilac-scented soap, and splashed water on her face. She still couldn't believe this was happening. She wondered what Harry would think. Would he be turned on, or would he be angry or jealous? The thoughts of Harry startled her; he hadn't even entered her consciousness at all until now. But she didn't care what he thought; right now, she was enjoying herself. Being with Luna was fun. There were no strings, and no expectations.
When she returned Luna was sitting cross-legged on her high four-poster bed made of wood. She had shed her clothes completely, and was wearing only the star earrings, which glinted when she moved her head. Her hair was parted in the middle, falling over her breasts. The covers were pulled down to the foot of the mattress revealing plain white sheets with eyelet trim. The carved headboard was almost completely concealed by a mountain of fluffy colorful pillows. There was a canopy draped over the top of the bed, and filmy white curtains were tied to the bedposts with blue ribbons.
"Come, take off your jeans and sit with me," Luna said. She patted the space next to her.
Ginny complied, leaving her jeans and knickers in a pile on the floor. She watched as Luna rearranged the pillows a little. Then she untied the curtains, and they drifted down like a hazy fog. When Ginny climbed on to the bed she noticed Luna was playing with the blue ribbons.
"I quite like this bed. I feel as though I'm sleeping in the clouds," Luna remarked with a dreamy smile.
Ginny smiled. "What're the ribbons for?" she asked.
Luna gestured toward the pillows. "Here, I thought we might try something. Would you mind propping yourself against the pillows?"
"All right." Ginny settled into the mass of pillows.
Luna lifted Ginny's right arm, and then took one of the blue ribbons and started to tie the ribbon around her wrist. Ginny's heart fluttered into her throat. But it wasn't from nervousness; she was excited. She didn't know why, since this wasn't something she normally did. She wondered if maybe it was too much. She knew Luna would stop if she asked, but Ginny didn't ask. She wanted to see where this was going.
Positioning Ginny's arms above her head, Luna loosely fastened each of her wrists to the headboard, giving her just enough room to wiggle her hands. Then she took a blue satin pillow from the pile, and nudged it under Ginny's hips to raise her a little bit off the mattress. Ginny sucked in her breath; her crotch twitched as Luna prodded her legs farther apart. She was moist between her legs, and the air felt so pleasant that she wanted to touch herself. Involuntarily she jerked against the bindings on her wrists.
Luna stroked Ginny's arms, and Ginny immediately felt calm as Luna's fingers drifted along her bare skin. Goosebumps erupted in her wake. She paused at Ginny's breasts, outlining each of her erect nipples. It tickled, yet Ginny didn't move. She gazed into Luna's silver-blue eyes.
"You and Harry are special. You're such good friends to me, and I don't like seeing you sad. Love shouldn't make you sad," Luna said.
Ginny sank further into the pillows as an ache spread in the pit of her stomach. Her eyes rimmed with tears. "No, it shouldn't." she murmured.
"Everything will be all right, Ginny. Relax, close your eyes, and I'll take care of you." Luna brushed the tears out of her eyes. Ginny smiled at her, and then she closed her eyes.
It seemed like a long time before anything happened, although it could have been just because every nerve in her body was tingling. She felt very exposed, as though she was offering herself up for something; not knowing what was about to happen completely aroused her. She pursed her lips, biting her lower lip to ward off the waves of anticipation. "Luna," she said finally, impatience getting the best of her.
She was answered by feathery kisses starting at her neck, then shoulders. Luna lifted each of her breasts, stroking and kissing the soft crevice underneath. Ginny felt a spark of electricity. This was a place on her body that was rarely touched, not because of any oversight, but just because amazingly neither she nor Harry had ever thought of it before. She sucked in her breath as a warm softness enveloped her right nipple, followed by the familiar touch of Luna's tongue. Her hand cupped the breast, lifting it and stroking it as though it was a baby.
"Sweet Merlin!" Ginny gasped, her hips tightening against the pull of her orgasm.
Luna released her right breast, and a second later was performing the same ministrations to its twin. Ginny arched her back, thrusting her chest into Luna's hands; her right nipple tightened as it met with the fresh air. It was aching to be touched. As she felt Luna's mouth close over her left breast, something pinched her right nipple, holding it for a long second before releasing it and then pinching it again. Ginny just about came right then; it was only through sheer willpower that she held back. She wanted more. Her eyes fluttered, but she refused to open them.
Luna released her breasts. The kisses continued, soft feathery and light on her skin as Luna's lips made a path down across her belly, swept over the mound between her legs, and then kissed each of her inner thighs. Then she felt a slender finger slide between her lips, hooking up and stroking her inside. That slender finger was followed by another finger, while the thumb stroked her clit in careful, measured circles. The barrage of sensations that swept over Ginny's body was like nothing she'd felt before - it was absolute heaven. She twisted and writhed, moving into the pulsing heat in her belly, trying to push it out.
Finally she came, heat rushing out of her as though she was bleeding. Her body collapsed in on itself, her limbs like jelly. She didn't know whether she wanted to laugh or cry. She opened her eyes as Luna took down her wrists.
"Thank you," she whispered, her voice trembling. She felt like a completely different person.
Luna smiled. Then she pulled up the blankets around them both, and lightly kissed Ginny's temple. "Sleep," she said. "Then later, when we wake up, we'll have sandwiches."
Title: Tangled Up In Blue
Author: lunalovepotter
Beta: the_vixxmeister
Pairing/s: Ginny/Luna; mention of Harry/Ginny
Rating: NC-17
Warning(s): Femmeslash, including light bondage.
Length: 4,120
Summary: Following a row with Harry, Ginny finds unexpected pleasure in Luna's arms.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fan fiction set in the Harry Potter universe - all recognizable characters and settings are the property of J. K. Rowling and her associates. No copyright infringement is intended. No profit is made from this work. Please observe your local laws with regards to the age-limit and content of this work.
Author's Notes: Title is taken from the song by Bob Dylan. Thank you to my amazing beta! I hope you enjoy this, larial_tari; it pretty much wrote itself, and your request made it very easy. :)
Tangled Up In Blue
They'd had yet another row. It had become such a regular occurrence over the last few months that a day without even a small disagreement seemed unusual. But then the days that they didn't row were usually days that either one or the other of them was away - Harry on an Auror mission, or Ginny on the road with the Harpies.
Ginny lay awake in the dark, staring at the empty space in bed beside her. Even after their worst arguments she always found solace in the warmth of Harry's body spooned against hers, the feeling of his hands wrapped around her belly, and his cock in a near-constant state of erection as it slid against the curve of her bum. Sometimes he would enter her from behind when she wasn't expecting it, emitting a low satisfied moan that made her limbs tingle.
She loved feeling his arms around her. They were going through a rough patch, brought on by the frustration of crazy-mad work schedules that meant not being able to see each other the way they were used to. She missed him even when she was so furious at him that she could put him in a Body Bind without a second thought. But right now it was better that he wasn't there because she needed time alone.
She had no idea how long he would be gone, since he was not able to give details about the missions - technically he wasn't even supposed to acknowledge that he was on a mission, but they both knew there was no sense in pretending. Something about the unhappiness in his eyes when he Apparated out of their bedroom four hours ago told her he'd be gone for a while; two weeks, maybe even a month.
Harry didn't kiss her when he left. At the time she didn't want him to, but now she wished he did.
* * *
When she woke up that morning, Luna's gray speckled owl Persephone was waiting patiently on the windowsill, bearing a lunch invitation. Even though she preferred to be alone, Ginny accepted the invitation right away, scribbling out a reply while still reclined in bed in her nightgown. It was uncanny how Luna knew when she most needed a friend - even when Ginny didn't realize it herself.
While lying awake last night, she'd thought about stopping in to see Hermione, but between her caseload at the Office of Magical Law Enforcement, and wedding plans that had reached a fever pitch with the ceremony only six weeks away, Hermione didn't have time to listen to her complain about the latest row with Harry. Being Ginny's best friend, she would willingly have made the time, of course; but Ginny didn't want to bog her down.
Ginny made her way along the narrow, winding walkway of Luna's cottage in Ottery St. Catchpole at half past eleven. The modest one-story cottage built in the shape of a mushroom was set well back from the rural road, sheltered on three sides by massive, leafy trees and hills that were always blooming with wildflowers no matter what the season. Ginny recognized the melodic music drifting through one of the open windows as she approached. It was a band from Wales called The Faerymen, one of Luna's favorites. While she didn't consider herself to be a fan of fairy music, Ginny found it calming.
Luna answered the door barefoot, wearing a loose white peasant style blouse with a flowing floral-print skirt that fell almost to her ankles; her hair was loose around her face in waves, and her eyes seemed especially bright. Silver stars dangled from her ears.
"I'm so glad you're here, Ginny," she said pleasantly. She put her hand on the small of Ginny's back as she stepped over the threshold, which sent tendrils of warmth along her spine. Ginny was met with the scent of lemon intermingling with vanilla, and flowers.
"Thanks for the invitation," Ginny replied. She shrugged off her light jacket, which she hung on a hook by the door, and then took off her shoes, as was customary in Luna's house. "It smells really nice in here, are you baking?"
"No, it's Lemon Verbina tea. It's an old recipe of my mother's. Please, sit down and make yourself at home. The tea is almost finished. In a little while I'll bring out the sandwiches."
The cottage was composed of three small but cozy rooms that were filled with vases of dried flowers, eclectic artwork, patchwork quilts, potted plants, and poufy chairs. It was also decorated with knickknacks made from the sorts of things one might normally find in the rubbish bin, although Luna had a way of making them seem beautiful. The windows were thrown open to welcome the fresh air. Sunlight streamed in between the leaves to make a dappled pattern on the hardwood floors. When a breeze came through, the floors seemed to dance with light. In a far corner, Persephone sat on a perch preening her feathers.
"It's pretty in here," Ginny commented as she settled into a yellow poufy chair near a window that allowed a clear view of the hills. Tucking her legs beneath her, Ginny took a deep breath to fill her lungs with the sweet array of scents that seemed to come at her from all directions.
"Thank you, Ginny," Luna replied, sounding sincerely pleased by the compliment. "I don't have very many guests, so I enjoy sharing it with them when they come over. How are you feeling today?"
Ginny shrugged. She felt a little stab of pain in her chest. "I'm okay, I suppose. Just a little tired. I haven't been sleeping well." And lonely, she thought suddenly. The realization startled her, but only in the sense that she was surprised she hadn't acknowledged it before.
Luna moved quickly and quietly through the small kitchen, preparing two cups of tea. "You do look very tired. Would you like to talk?"
"Not really, thanks. Maybe later."
"There's no obligation to discuss Harry at all, Ginny. This is your time. You can even sleep here, if you like."
"Thanks, Luna." Ginny smiled. She shifted involuntarily at the mention of Harry's name. For a moment she allowed herself to wonder where he was. She thought about how things would be between them when he came home. Tears stung the corners of her eyes.
Ginny quickly wiped the tears away as Luna emerged levitating a mismatched tea service on a wooden tray in front of her. She guided the tray to the small round table next to the chair where Ginny was sitting. After pouring tea into both cups, she handed one to Ginny and then settled into the chair next to hers. The little cup was warm, cradled delicately in Ginny's hands.
"It must be hard to love someone so much and yet be so sad at the same time," Luna remarked. She blew lightly across the top of her cup, and took a sip.
Ginny sighed. "Lately I feel as though I don't understand Harry any more. We're both so busy, it's like two ships passing in the night."
"Try some tea. It will make you feel better."
Ginny took a sip even though she really didn't want any. The sweet fruity liquid slid down her throat like honey, flowing into her chest and forming a pool in her belly. She felt replete, as though she'd eaten one of her mum's home-cooked meals. She relaxed in the chair, uncurling her legs. "It's delicious, thanks," she said, taking another small sip.
"I'm glad. I don't have the opportunity to make it as often as I'd like. I only make it for special friends." Luna's eyes seemed to shimmer as she lifted her cup to her lips.
They sat in silence for a few moments. Luna gazed out the window, one long slender white finger tracing along the rim of her cup while she traced her foot delicately along the floor in a sweeping motion. The blouse shifted on her left shoulder, slipping down just a little bit. She didn't seem to notice. When she lifted her arm again to take another sip of tea the light caught her blouse, and Ginny saw the unmistakable shadow of her bare breast.
Without thinking Ginny allowed her hand to drift down her chest, along the curve of her breasts. They fought against the confines of her bra. She felt strange, and yet at the same time totally at ease. There was something very innocent about Luna that was completely non-sexual, yet attractive. She was so honest, and wholly unafraid. Ginny thought that was why she was drawn to Luna in a way that others were not. Most people didn't understand Luna; they didn't even try to understand. Yet Luna seemed to understand everything - and everyone - effortlessly.
She's lonely, too. An ache opened in Ginny's chest as she watched her friend. Luna's head was tilted to one side. She played with a lock of her silvery blond hair while humming along with the music. Ginny considered herself a brave person; she was strong-willed and stubborn, she stood up for what she wanted, and she was fiercely protective of those she loved. But right now she felt very humbled.
Ginny set the cup down, reached behind her back and unfastened the hooks on her bra through her blouse with one hand. She inhaled deeply, closing her eyes. She let her head drop against the cushions while resting her arms on the chair. She didn't want to think about anything but that moment. She'd been thinking too much lately; mostly about Harry, worrying about him, and hating the secrecy that came with his job; their relationship, how it had evolved over the last two years, and where it would lead in the future; her career, and how many more seasons she wanted to play with the Harpies before settling down to start a family.
Harry. It was all about Harry, wasn't it? Ginny wondered if it was possible to love someone too much. She'd been brought up to believe that one could never have too much love, but now she wasn't so sure. It was terrifying.
Her chest convulsed, and then she began to cry. Tears streamed down her face so rapidly that she was finding it hard to breathe. She couldn't stop sobbing. She hadn't cried this much since Fred died. Her heart raced uncontrollably. She felt lightheaded; everything was swimming around her, like she was underwater. She thought she might be sick.
Without a word Luna helped Ginny off the chair. On the floor, she held her in her arms and stroked Ginny's hair while she cried. She whispered to Ginny in what sounded like Gaelic, in a tone that made Ginny feel safe. Meanwhile Ginny curled into Luna's chest, head nestled under her chin, clutching at the loose fabric of her blouse. Her legs were draped over Luna's lap. Ginny cried until her eyes were bone dry, and she could barely swallow. She cried until she almost couldn't even remember why she was crying at all.
After a long while she opened her eyes. She found herself gazing down at Luna's exposed left breast. She realized that she had pulled down the blouse in the grips of her sobbing, and Luna either hadn't noticed or hadn't bothered to fix it. Her breath caught in her throat. Luna's breast was only slightly bigger than a teacup. A bright pink nipple peeked through the creamy flesh. For some reason she was compelled to touch it, just to know what it felt like in her hand. The desire was so strong that her entire face tingled with heat, and the hairs stood up on the back of her neck. Her own nipples stood at attention.
She started to pull the hem of Luna's neckline back up to cover her. But then Luna lifted Ginny's right hand away and tenderly placed it flush over her breast. It felt like a bird's egg. Ginny curled her palm around it, stroking the little mound. When Ginny's fingers brushed haphazardly over her nipple, Luna gasped. Worried, Ginny moved her hand away.
"No, you don't have to stop. It feels very nice," Luna said.
"Are you sure?"
Luna nodded. Then she shifted slightly, dislodging Ginny's head long enough to tug down the other side of her blouse. Her breasts were similar to those of a young girl; not as fully developed, but very sensual. Ginny couldn't help herself; she stared, saying nothing, for what seemed like ages. When Luna turned her upper body, her breasts moved with her. There was no extraneous movement of any kind.
Ginny considered how her breasts felt when she wasn't wearing a bra. They swayed like pendulums, independent of her body. They weren't heavy, yet they weighed her down. She put one hand on each of Luna's breasts, cupping them. She nuzzled them with her palms. Luna purred like a cat, arching her chest forward. Her nipples brushed softly against Ginny's hands, sending waves of warmth up her arms and into her chest. Her limbs seemed to melt into butter.
"If it's all right, I'd very much like to see yours," Luna said, innocently.
Taking a deep breath Ginny unbuttoned her blouse, shrugging it away along with her bra. She looked down at her breasts, and touched them as though she'd never really noticed them before. They were at least three times the size of Luna's, and her nipples were much darker with a reddish-brown tint. Freckles were sprinkled between them, fanned out across her chest and onto her shoulders. She cupped one in her right hand, squeezed it gently, and then let it drop. It bounced back into place right away.
"I've wondered sometimes why boys are so fond of breasts. Perhaps it's because they like to have something to grab onto and play with," Luna said, her eyes once again shimmering in the dappled light. "But I can see why Harry enjoys them, because yours are very nice."
"Thanks," Ginny said, blushing. "Yours are very nice too."
"Mine are a little small. But they suit me, just like these suit you." Luna smiled. "Would it be all right for me to touch them?"
Ginny nodded. She inched forward until she felt the warmth of Luna's hands, cupping each breast. Luna stroked Ginny's nipples, tracing around them with her index finger. She did it slowly, as though she was memorizing their shape. She gathered Ginny's breasts together, lifting them up. The light, airy touch of her fingers made Ginny feel as though she was floating. It was almost orgasmic. Then Luna did something that to Ginny was astonishing while at the same time completely natural - she kissed them, her thin, soft lips encircling each nipple while she flicked it with her tongue. The skin around the nipples puckered. Her hair tickled Ginny's chest.
"Merlin." Ginny braced herself on her arms, sucking in her breath. Luna continued her gentle ministrations uninterrupted. She hiked the skirt up over her knees, straddling Ginny's legs. Squeezing her thighs, she dropped her hands to hold the curve of Ginny's hips, sliding her fingertips into the waistband of her jeans. Her stomach quivered. A moan escaped her lips, unbidden.
"Just stay still. It's all right," Luna whispered without looking up. She stroked the tops of Ginny's breasts with her lips while she curled her hands around Ginny's back, easing her down to the floor. Her hips rolled forward, and when she rose on her knees to change her position, Ginny caught a glimpse of her milky inner thighs. Unable to help herself, she slid her hands along Luna's inner thighs, traveling toward the juncture of her legs. Luna's skin was remarkably supple, as though she'd recently bathed in cream. She made a little mewling sound when Ginny's fingers swept along the triangle of flaxen hair.
The air was sucked out of the room. Ginny's throat tightened; her tongue seemed glued to the roof of her mouth. She couldn't believe this was happening, and yet she didn't want to stop. Her mind was completely free, devoid of any conscious thought except the feeling of Luna's body moving with hers, her sweet breath on her skin, and her hands stroking Ginny's hair as it splayed on the floor. They were so connected; it was like they were one person.
Luna bent her head, her hair forming a silver curtain around them, and she continued to nuzzle Ginny's breasts affectionately. When she touched them with her mouth, the skin vibrated. She was humming. Ginny smiled, her eyes fluttering while she anchored her hands on Luna's thighs, stroking her with her thumbs. When she poked the tip of her thumb between the lips, she felt the wet heat and it made her keen with excitement. Her mouth watered as she played with the swollen nub, rolling it in her fingers. Luna's mouth dropped open and she sat up, arching her back so that her breasts were thrust forward and her mound was completely exposed as it rested on Ginny's waist. She pushed her clit into Ginny's fingers, urging her on.
Filled with curiosity, Ginny slid two fingers inside. Luna's body tightened around them and she moaned, like a wolf baying at the moon. Mesmerized, Ginny watched her fingers move in and out, slick with the fluid from her friend's body. She jammed her fingers all the way in, driving into Luna's clit with her thumb. Then Luna's body shuddered. She grabbed Ginny's wrist to hold her hand while she clenched it. She screamed, and then she came.
"Oh! That was brilliant!" she raved. Her cheeks were flushed with a vibrant pink hue. "Thank you!"
"No, thank you," Ginny answered. She was invigorated. Blood coursed through her veins like fire.
"Would you like me to do that for you?"
Ginny nodded, and immediately moved to unfasten her jeans. Luna took her hands away, helping her up. "Let's go in the bedroom. It will be more comfortable there than on the floor. The loo is right off the bedroom so you can wash your hands, if you like."
Ginny washed her hands with lilac-scented soap, and splashed water on her face. She still couldn't believe this was happening. She wondered what Harry would think. Would he be turned on, or would he be angry or jealous? The thoughts of Harry startled her; he hadn't even entered her consciousness at all until now. But she didn't care what he thought; right now, she was enjoying herself. Being with Luna was fun. There were no strings, and no expectations.
When she returned Luna was sitting cross-legged on her high four-poster bed made of wood. She had shed her clothes completely, and was wearing only the star earrings, which glinted when she moved her head. Her hair was parted in the middle, falling over her breasts. The covers were pulled down to the foot of the mattress revealing plain white sheets with eyelet trim. The carved headboard was almost completely concealed by a mountain of fluffy colorful pillows. There was a canopy draped over the top of the bed, and filmy white curtains were tied to the bedposts with blue ribbons.
"Come, take off your jeans and sit with me," Luna said. She patted the space next to her.
Ginny complied, leaving her jeans and knickers in a pile on the floor. She watched as Luna rearranged the pillows a little. Then she untied the curtains, and they drifted down like a hazy fog. When Ginny climbed on to the bed she noticed Luna was playing with the blue ribbons.
"I quite like this bed. I feel as though I'm sleeping in the clouds," Luna remarked with a dreamy smile.
Ginny smiled. "What're the ribbons for?" she asked.
Luna gestured toward the pillows. "Here, I thought we might try something. Would you mind propping yourself against the pillows?"
"All right." Ginny settled into the mass of pillows.
Luna lifted Ginny's right arm, and then took one of the blue ribbons and started to tie the ribbon around her wrist. Ginny's heart fluttered into her throat. But it wasn't from nervousness; she was excited. She didn't know why, since this wasn't something she normally did. She wondered if maybe it was too much. She knew Luna would stop if she asked, but Ginny didn't ask. She wanted to see where this was going.
Positioning Ginny's arms above her head, Luna loosely fastened each of her wrists to the headboard, giving her just enough room to wiggle her hands. Then she took a blue satin pillow from the pile, and nudged it under Ginny's hips to raise her a little bit off the mattress. Ginny sucked in her breath; her crotch twitched as Luna prodded her legs farther apart. She was moist between her legs, and the air felt so pleasant that she wanted to touch herself. Involuntarily she jerked against the bindings on her wrists.
Luna stroked Ginny's arms, and Ginny immediately felt calm as Luna's fingers drifted along her bare skin. Goosebumps erupted in her wake. She paused at Ginny's breasts, outlining each of her erect nipples. It tickled, yet Ginny didn't move. She gazed into Luna's silver-blue eyes.
"You and Harry are special. You're such good friends to me, and I don't like seeing you sad. Love shouldn't make you sad," Luna said.
Ginny sank further into the pillows as an ache spread in the pit of her stomach. Her eyes rimmed with tears. "No, it shouldn't." she murmured.
"Everything will be all right, Ginny. Relax, close your eyes, and I'll take care of you." Luna brushed the tears out of her eyes. Ginny smiled at her, and then she closed her eyes.
It seemed like a long time before anything happened, although it could have been just because every nerve in her body was tingling. She felt very exposed, as though she was offering herself up for something; not knowing what was about to happen completely aroused her. She pursed her lips, biting her lower lip to ward off the waves of anticipation. "Luna," she said finally, impatience getting the best of her.
She was answered by feathery kisses starting at her neck, then shoulders. Luna lifted each of her breasts, stroking and kissing the soft crevice underneath. Ginny felt a spark of electricity. This was a place on her body that was rarely touched, not because of any oversight, but just because amazingly neither she nor Harry had ever thought of it before. She sucked in her breath as a warm softness enveloped her right nipple, followed by the familiar touch of Luna's tongue. Her hand cupped the breast, lifting it and stroking it as though it was a baby.
"Sweet Merlin!" Ginny gasped, her hips tightening against the pull of her orgasm.
Luna released her right breast, and a second later was performing the same ministrations to its twin. Ginny arched her back, thrusting her chest into Luna's hands; her right nipple tightened as it met with the fresh air. It was aching to be touched. As she felt Luna's mouth close over her left breast, something pinched her right nipple, holding it for a long second before releasing it and then pinching it again. Ginny just about came right then; it was only through sheer willpower that she held back. She wanted more. Her eyes fluttered, but she refused to open them.
Luna released her breasts. The kisses continued, soft feathery and light on her skin as Luna's lips made a path down across her belly, swept over the mound between her legs, and then kissed each of her inner thighs. Then she felt a slender finger slide between her lips, hooking up and stroking her inside. That slender finger was followed by another finger, while the thumb stroked her clit in careful, measured circles. The barrage of sensations that swept over Ginny's body was like nothing she'd felt before - it was absolute heaven. She twisted and writhed, moving into the pulsing heat in her belly, trying to push it out.
Finally she came, heat rushing out of her as though she was bleeding. Her body collapsed in on itself, her limbs like jelly. She didn't know whether she wanted to laugh or cry. She opened her eyes as Luna took down her wrists.
"Thank you," she whispered, her voice trembling. She felt like a completely different person.
Luna smiled. Then she pulled up the blankets around them both, and lightly kissed Ginny's temple. "Sleep," she said. "Then later, when we wake up, we'll have sandwiches."