Dec 3: Ginny/Luna
Some femmeslash for you today :) enjoy!
Title: Instinct
Pairing: Ginny/Luna
Rating: PG
Summary: Ginny feels like someone else has jumped into her body and decided to fall in love with a girl.
Instinct
She doesn't feel like herself sometimes. Sometimes she feels like someone else has jumped into her body and decided to just go ahead and fall in love. Not just fall in love, but fall in love with a girl. True, a beautiful girl with wide eyes and a disarming smile, but a girl nonetheless. Ginny is not impressed.
All her life she's liked boys. Tall boys, skinny boys, boys with scars and boys who play Quidditch. Boys are easy. You can tell when a boy likes you. He is either very nice to you or very mean. If a boy is pulling your hair? He likes you. If a boy saves you a seat during class? He likes you. What is very unclear to Ginny is how to tell if a girl likes you. Girls smile and hug and talk and it's just all very confusing.
This much is clear to Ginny: if a girl doesn't like you, she doesn't like you. Most likely. (She must believe this is the case because visions of Millicent crushing on her send her shuddering). If a girl likes you, she may like you or she may like you. Statistically, the former is more probable but Ginny has never trusted numbers, not the way she trusts her instincts.
Her instincts tell her that when Luna cocks her head and smiles at her, the shiver that goes through her entire body is something. When Luna winks at her across the Great Hall and she feels her entire face blush, her instincts tell her that any other girl winking at her wouldn't have this effect on her at all, in fact perhaps the opposite. Her instincts have never failed her before, not in Quidditich or in DA or while roughhousing with the twins, but they fail her now when she wonders how Luna feels about her.
She could ask her, she tells herself. She could ask Luna but she knows Luna well enough to know that Luna wouldn't give her a straight answer but would instead send her spiralling into more questions. She could try kissing her, she reasons. Kissing someone would show that they like like you. Her body, however, freezes at the very thought of running her fingers through Luna's hair and being close enough to count the freckles on her nose and pressing her lips to Luna's and finding out what kind of a kisser Luna Lovegood is.
Ginny is sure that there is another way to find out if a girl likes you but she finds herself at a loss. She resigns herself to always feeling like a stranger in her own skin with these traitorous thoughts that come at night and these shivers that run down her spine and these tears that prickle her eyes when she fills with hopelessness.
She gets used to smiling back at Luna while being filled with despair. She can almost adjust to hugging Luna without wanting to hold on and on. She thinks that if she concentrates very hard she can shake thoughts of Luna from her head at night but of course she is wrong and Luna fills her mind without warning just as she climaxes, leaving her feeling empty afterwards.
It is just as she has almost decided to give up on this silly obsession with Luna that Luna does the unexpected. Luna is always doing the unexpected, Ginny finds, but when she puts her hand on Ginny's thigh Ginny is particularly taken aback.
"I thought you should know that I like you," Luna says. Ginny blinks.
"I would like to kiss you and have picnics and be with you. I thought you should know," she repeats and Ginny finds herself staring wide-eyed into Luna's bright blues.
"In that order?" she finds herself choking out which is a ridiculous thing to say, she realizes after the words have already tumbled from her mouth.
Luna deliberates on this for a moment. "Yes, I think so. I don't think I could possibly eat anything before kissing you. I wouldn't want to first taste strawberries or a bologna sandwich and then kiss you and wonder if that was the mustard on the sandwich I just ate or if that was you. So yes. Kissing would come first."
"Oh," Ginny says faintly and then she realizes that Luna is waiting and that Luna is perhaps nervous as well and maybe Ginny should do something. Ginny does something. She brings her hand to Luna's too-blonde, or maybe just right blonde, hair and kisses the freckles on Luna's nose before taking a stuttering breath and pressing her lips against Luna's.
Luna's lips are soft, softer than Ginny had imagined, and she tastes faintly of vanilla lip gloss. As she feels Luna return her kiss, she has a fleeting panicked thought of, 'have I brushed my teeth? Do I still taste of - oh my god - tuna casserole?'
When they pull back, Luna is smiling that secret smile.
"You taste like… you," she says finally in a reverent tone.
"Not tuna casserole?" Ginny asks carefully.
Luna's smile widens into a grin. "Maybe a little bit," she says. "Maybe just enough."
Title: Instinct
Pairing: Ginny/Luna
Rating: PG
Summary: Ginny feels like someone else has jumped into her body and decided to fall in love with a girl.
Instinct
She doesn't feel like herself sometimes. Sometimes she feels like someone else has jumped into her body and decided to just go ahead and fall in love. Not just fall in love, but fall in love with a girl. True, a beautiful girl with wide eyes and a disarming smile, but a girl nonetheless. Ginny is not impressed.
All her life she's liked boys. Tall boys, skinny boys, boys with scars and boys who play Quidditch. Boys are easy. You can tell when a boy likes you. He is either very nice to you or very mean. If a boy is pulling your hair? He likes you. If a boy saves you a seat during class? He likes you. What is very unclear to Ginny is how to tell if a girl likes you. Girls smile and hug and talk and it's just all very confusing.
This much is clear to Ginny: if a girl doesn't like you, she doesn't like you. Most likely. (She must believe this is the case because visions of Millicent crushing on her send her shuddering). If a girl likes you, she may like you or she may like you. Statistically, the former is more probable but Ginny has never trusted numbers, not the way she trusts her instincts.
Her instincts tell her that when Luna cocks her head and smiles at her, the shiver that goes through her entire body is something. When Luna winks at her across the Great Hall and she feels her entire face blush, her instincts tell her that any other girl winking at her wouldn't have this effect on her at all, in fact perhaps the opposite. Her instincts have never failed her before, not in Quidditich or in DA or while roughhousing with the twins, but they fail her now when she wonders how Luna feels about her.
She could ask her, she tells herself. She could ask Luna but she knows Luna well enough to know that Luna wouldn't give her a straight answer but would instead send her spiralling into more questions. She could try kissing her, she reasons. Kissing someone would show that they like like you. Her body, however, freezes at the very thought of running her fingers through Luna's hair and being close enough to count the freckles on her nose and pressing her lips to Luna's and finding out what kind of a kisser Luna Lovegood is.
Ginny is sure that there is another way to find out if a girl likes you but she finds herself at a loss. She resigns herself to always feeling like a stranger in her own skin with these traitorous thoughts that come at night and these shivers that run down her spine and these tears that prickle her eyes when she fills with hopelessness.
She gets used to smiling back at Luna while being filled with despair. She can almost adjust to hugging Luna without wanting to hold on and on. She thinks that if she concentrates very hard she can shake thoughts of Luna from her head at night but of course she is wrong and Luna fills her mind without warning just as she climaxes, leaving her feeling empty afterwards.
It is just as she has almost decided to give up on this silly obsession with Luna that Luna does the unexpected. Luna is always doing the unexpected, Ginny finds, but when she puts her hand on Ginny's thigh Ginny is particularly taken aback.
"I thought you should know that I like you," Luna says. Ginny blinks.
"I would like to kiss you and have picnics and be with you. I thought you should know," she repeats and Ginny finds herself staring wide-eyed into Luna's bright blues.
"In that order?" she finds herself choking out which is a ridiculous thing to say, she realizes after the words have already tumbled from her mouth.
Luna deliberates on this for a moment. "Yes, I think so. I don't think I could possibly eat anything before kissing you. I wouldn't want to first taste strawberries or a bologna sandwich and then kiss you and wonder if that was the mustard on the sandwich I just ate or if that was you. So yes. Kissing would come first."
"Oh," Ginny says faintly and then she realizes that Luna is waiting and that Luna is perhaps nervous as well and maybe Ginny should do something. Ginny does something. She brings her hand to Luna's too-blonde, or maybe just right blonde, hair and kisses the freckles on Luna's nose before taking a stuttering breath and pressing her lips against Luna's.
Luna's lips are soft, softer than Ginny had imagined, and she tastes faintly of vanilla lip gloss. As she feels Luna return her kiss, she has a fleeting panicked thought of, 'have I brushed my teeth? Do I still taste of - oh my god - tuna casserole?'
When they pull back, Luna is smiling that secret smile.
"You taste like… you," she says finally in a reverent tone.
"Not tuna casserole?" Ginny asks carefully.
Luna's smile widens into a grin. "Maybe a little bit," she says. "Maybe just enough."