Harry Potter - Lavender/Pansy - Amenities of being a prefect
Title: Amenities of being a prefect
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Lavender/Pansy
Wordcount: 195
Rating: M
Challenge/Prompt: Drabble Cycle: Kinks - bathing
Lavender inhales deeply and sighs, showing a content smile. “This is so great,” she breathes and sinks deeper into the big tub, leaning against Pansy, feeling her girlfriend’s bare breasts against her back.
“Being a prefect does come with some amenities,” the Slytherin grins, building little waves with her hands to wet Lavender’s cleavage.
“These foams smell incredibly good. And the water temperature is just perfect.”
“There are many types of foam we didn’t use yet. And we have all year to do so,” Pansy says and kisses Lavender’s neck.
“Mmmh, I can’t wait …”
“Well, of course this will come at a price,” the dark haired girl purrs.
“Oh, what could that be,” Lavender responds with a playful grin.
“I’m sure you can think of something.”
Lavender turns her head and starts a passionate kiss, her hand wandering down to Pansy’s breasts.
“Something like that?” the Gryffindor whispers while her fingers travel on to Pansy’s sex, teasingly lingering there, planting feathery caresses on the pale, smooth skin.
Pansy closes her eyes to enjoy the touches. “I think you’re on the right way,” she manages to breath until she’s only able to communicate through moans.
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Lavender/Pansy
Wordcount: 195
Rating: M
Challenge/Prompt: Drabble Cycle: Kinks - bathing
Lavender inhales deeply and sighs, showing a content smile. “This is so great,” she breathes and sinks deeper into the big tub, leaning against Pansy, feeling her girlfriend’s bare breasts against her back.
“Being a prefect does come with some amenities,” the Slytherin grins, building little waves with her hands to wet Lavender’s cleavage.
“These foams smell incredibly good. And the water temperature is just perfect.”
“There are many types of foam we didn’t use yet. And we have all year to do so,” Pansy says and kisses Lavender’s neck.
“Mmmh, I can’t wait …”
“Well, of course this will come at a price,” the dark haired girl purrs.
“Oh, what could that be,” Lavender responds with a playful grin.
“I’m sure you can think of something.”
Lavender turns her head and starts a passionate kiss, her hand wandering down to Pansy’s breasts.
“Something like that?” the Gryffindor whispers while her fingers travel on to Pansy’s sex, teasingly lingering there, planting feathery caresses on the pale, smooth skin.
Pansy closes her eyes to enjoy the touches. “I think you’re on the right way,” she manages to breath until she’s only able to communicate through moans.