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perpetual_motionTitle: Untitled HP FemSmut
Author: Perpetual Motion
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Ginny/Hermione
Rating: R
Summary: Two girls and a slightly nervous first time.
Disclaimer: Not mine. JK's.
Author's Notes: Hmm. Femsmut. Not my usual forte, but okay.
Author's Notes #2: In honor of Lebian Thursday (which is every Thursday, in case you want to join in on the celebrations). I've been meaning to post it here forever, because I'm pretty damned proud of this piece, so now you get it.
Untitled HP FemSmut
By Perpetual Motion
She was supposed to fall for Ron. Deep down, Hermione was aware that everyone was waiting for her to give in to his sweet, half-stumbling charms, and fall madly in love with him. She supposed it wouldn't be so bad, being with Ron in a romantic sense. It was a shame she'd already fallen for his sister. Hermione smoothed her hands over Ginny's ribcage and reached up to touch her breasts as she mouthed a soft line of wetness down her stomach. This was their first night like this together. Alone. Hermione had stayed over at Hogwarts for Chirstmas, and Ginny had as well. They had planned it from the first day of the term, between wet 'welcome back' kisses that nearly led to exactly what they were doing right now.
"Hermione."
Hermione looked up, her mouth a breath away from the one place on Ginny that she'd never really touched before now. "Yes?" She slid a finger against the folds of Ginny's sex and watched, thrilled, as Ginny bucked.
"I just-oh!" Ginny's exclamation came as Hermione slid a finger inside her slowly. She panted for a moment. "I won't break. You can...oh, *Merlin*." She writhed around Hermione's finger, trying to get it to move where she wanted it. "I want this. All of this. I just-" She cut off again as Hermione crooked her finger slightly, making Ginny feel like she was being tickled from the inside out. "Wanted you to know."
"I know." Hermione pressed her tongue against Ginny's clit and watched her have a full-body shudder. She remembered in precise detail everytime they'd ever touched each other at this spot, through robes and clothes, remembered how Ginny would moan as Hermione would press her fingers there through her skirt as they kissed. Touching it without anything between her tongue and that spot made Hermione press against the sheets, looking for a little relief.
Ginny, for her part, was trying desperately not to tear the sheets under her fingers. All she wanted was for Hermione to keep going, keep touching her, keep making her feel so *good*. She unclenched one hand from the sheets and stroked Hermione's hair, giving her a smile when she looked up. Ginny's hips came off the bed as Hermione carefully slid her finger out of Ginny and slid her tongue in. She let out a long, low moan and her hand clenched in Hermione's hair, urging her on.
Hermione went to the task as she did everything else; wholeheartedly and with passion. She'd tasted Ginny before, on her fingertips after their moments in dark corridors and down the secret passage, but this was so much *more* than that. Ginny was so warm on Hermione's tongue, tasted even stronger than Hermione could recall, and it caused Hermione to grind herself against the mattress again as she heard Ginny moaning and stuttering her name. She pulled away after a few minutes, victory ringing in her ears as Ginny whimpered in protest, and crawled back up Ginny's body, pausing to lick here and there, feel the nipples grow tight against her tongue.
"Hermione?" Ginny was wriggling as only someone on the edge of release could.
"Hmmm?" Hermione licked at Ginny's collarbone, marking her with her own taste.
"Why'd you stop?" Ginny's hips did a figure-eight when Hermione dropped her hand back down and caressed between her legs.
"I haven't."
Ginny opened her mouth and took the kiss Hermione offered. She tasted something slightly salty on the other girl's tongue. ~That's me. That's what I taste like. Hermione knows what I taste like.~ Ginny moved her hand up from where she had placed it at Hermione's waist and cupped a breast. ~And that's Hermione's breast. I'm holding it. I can touch it. I can lick it. I can do anything I want with it. With her.~ Hermione slid a finger into Ginny again, just as delicately as before. ~She can do anything she wants with me.~
That thought sent Ginny into action. She dropped her hand from Hermione's breast and pressed a finger just above the other girl's clit, swallowing the moan Hermione let out against her mouth. Ginny pulled away from Hermione, pushing her over until she was on her back, and slid down between Hermione's thighs. She spent a few moments just looking, noticing the way the skin folded and how soft it looked, and how warm everything felt right there in the vee of Hermione's legs. She slid her finger along the folds and felt the wetness that she knew was because of her and what she and Hermione were doing at that moment. Ginny leaned in and trailed the same path with her tongue, wiggling it a little to get between the folds of skin. She smiled when Hermione gasped and used her fingers to spread the folds so she could dip her tongue in deeper. It was even warmer inside of Hermione, and Ginny swirled her tongue around, trying to find out what made Hermione gasp. She found it when she pointed her tongue and pressed it to the top of the other girl's channel, having to pull back a little so Hermione's sudden thrust didn't hit her in the nose. "Careful. I've only got one nose."
Hermione arched again as the warm air from Ginny's mouth hit her. "Sorry." It came out as a half-panting, stammering word.
"It's okay." Ginny watched Hermione move her hips unconsiously, searching out Ginny without letting up her grip on the bedsheets or opening her eyes. ~I wonder if she wishes I were Ron. Has she ever imagined Ron doing this? Being down here, touching her like this?~ Ginny pressed a kiss to the inside of Hermione's thigh, felt her quiver. ~Does she want me to be Ron?~
"Ginny." Hermione's voice had dropped to a bedroom whimper. She grabed Ginny's shoulder and pulled her up until they were nose-to-nose. "I'm going to burst if you don't do something."
"What do you want me to do?"
"Anything."
"Show me." And it was Ginny's turn to gasp and go glassy-eyed as Hermione reached down and slid a finger inside her. She had expected Hermione to demonstrate on herself, not *this*.
"Put your fingers inside me." Hermione slid a second finger in. "And kiss me."
Ginny nodded mutely, sliding her hand down Hermione's stomach, over her patch of hair, and then slid two fingers into Hermione. She wondered if she felt as tight around Hermione's fingers as Hermione felt around hers. She wondered if Hermione had the same slight, pleasing burn running through her whole body. When she kissed Hermione, it was hungry and wet, and Ginny got her bottom lip nipped at and arched against Hermione's hand when it happened. Ginny pressed her thumb against Hermione's clit and upped her efforts at making the other girl lose control. Hermione came gasping her name.
"Ginny. God, Ginny." Hermione went limp for a few seconds, only coming back to herself when she realized Ginny was still moving against her hand with small, jerky movements. She collected the last of her strength to manuver down the bed, take Ginny's nipple between her teeth, and rake her fingers as best she could along the inside of Ginny's channel. Ginny groaned and held Hermione's face against her breast as she came.
In the aftermath, they lay tangled on the sheets, Hermione's teeth still gently worrying Ginny's nipple, and her hands roaming restlessly up and down Ginny's body. Ginny murmured something to low for her to hear. "What?"
"Nothing. Just thinking out loud." Ginny pulled Hermione up for a long kiss, a victory song in her head. ~She said my name.~ When she pulled away, Hermione's eyes were full of purpose and something Ginny couldn't quite name. "What is it?"
"I just-" ~I'm in love with you.~ "I'm glad we've come this far."
Ginny smiled. "Me, too." She kissed Hermione again.
Author: Perpetual Motion
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Ginny/Hermione
Rating: R
Summary: Two girls and a slightly nervous first time.
Disclaimer: Not mine. JK's.
Author's Notes: Hmm. Femsmut. Not my usual forte, but okay.
Author's Notes #2: In honor of Lebian Thursday (which is every Thursday, in case you want to join in on the celebrations). I've been meaning to post it here forever, because I'm pretty damned proud of this piece, so now you get it.
Untitled HP FemSmut
By Perpetual Motion
She was supposed to fall for Ron. Deep down, Hermione was aware that everyone was waiting for her to give in to his sweet, half-stumbling charms, and fall madly in love with him. She supposed it wouldn't be so bad, being with Ron in a romantic sense. It was a shame she'd already fallen for his sister. Hermione smoothed her hands over Ginny's ribcage and reached up to touch her breasts as she mouthed a soft line of wetness down her stomach. This was their first night like this together. Alone. Hermione had stayed over at Hogwarts for Chirstmas, and Ginny had as well. They had planned it from the first day of the term, between wet 'welcome back' kisses that nearly led to exactly what they were doing right now.
"Hermione."
Hermione looked up, her mouth a breath away from the one place on Ginny that she'd never really touched before now. "Yes?" She slid a finger against the folds of Ginny's sex and watched, thrilled, as Ginny bucked.
"I just-oh!" Ginny's exclamation came as Hermione slid a finger inside her slowly. She panted for a moment. "I won't break. You can...oh, *Merlin*." She writhed around Hermione's finger, trying to get it to move where she wanted it. "I want this. All of this. I just-" She cut off again as Hermione crooked her finger slightly, making Ginny feel like she was being tickled from the inside out. "Wanted you to know."
"I know." Hermione pressed her tongue against Ginny's clit and watched her have a full-body shudder. She remembered in precise detail everytime they'd ever touched each other at this spot, through robes and clothes, remembered how Ginny would moan as Hermione would press her fingers there through her skirt as they kissed. Touching it without anything between her tongue and that spot made Hermione press against the sheets, looking for a little relief.
Ginny, for her part, was trying desperately not to tear the sheets under her fingers. All she wanted was for Hermione to keep going, keep touching her, keep making her feel so *good*. She unclenched one hand from the sheets and stroked Hermione's hair, giving her a smile when she looked up. Ginny's hips came off the bed as Hermione carefully slid her finger out of Ginny and slid her tongue in. She let out a long, low moan and her hand clenched in Hermione's hair, urging her on.
Hermione went to the task as she did everything else; wholeheartedly and with passion. She'd tasted Ginny before, on her fingertips after their moments in dark corridors and down the secret passage, but this was so much *more* than that. Ginny was so warm on Hermione's tongue, tasted even stronger than Hermione could recall, and it caused Hermione to grind herself against the mattress again as she heard Ginny moaning and stuttering her name. She pulled away after a few minutes, victory ringing in her ears as Ginny whimpered in protest, and crawled back up Ginny's body, pausing to lick here and there, feel the nipples grow tight against her tongue.
"Hermione?" Ginny was wriggling as only someone on the edge of release could.
"Hmmm?" Hermione licked at Ginny's collarbone, marking her with her own taste.
"Why'd you stop?" Ginny's hips did a figure-eight when Hermione dropped her hand back down and caressed between her legs.
"I haven't."
Ginny opened her mouth and took the kiss Hermione offered. She tasted something slightly salty on the other girl's tongue. ~That's me. That's what I taste like. Hermione knows what I taste like.~ Ginny moved her hand up from where she had placed it at Hermione's waist and cupped a breast. ~And that's Hermione's breast. I'm holding it. I can touch it. I can lick it. I can do anything I want with it. With her.~ Hermione slid a finger into Ginny again, just as delicately as before. ~She can do anything she wants with me.~
That thought sent Ginny into action. She dropped her hand from Hermione's breast and pressed a finger just above the other girl's clit, swallowing the moan Hermione let out against her mouth. Ginny pulled away from Hermione, pushing her over until she was on her back, and slid down between Hermione's thighs. She spent a few moments just looking, noticing the way the skin folded and how soft it looked, and how warm everything felt right there in the vee of Hermione's legs. She slid her finger along the folds and felt the wetness that she knew was because of her and what she and Hermione were doing at that moment. Ginny leaned in and trailed the same path with her tongue, wiggling it a little to get between the folds of skin. She smiled when Hermione gasped and used her fingers to spread the folds so she could dip her tongue in deeper. It was even warmer inside of Hermione, and Ginny swirled her tongue around, trying to find out what made Hermione gasp. She found it when she pointed her tongue and pressed it to the top of the other girl's channel, having to pull back a little so Hermione's sudden thrust didn't hit her in the nose. "Careful. I've only got one nose."
Hermione arched again as the warm air from Ginny's mouth hit her. "Sorry." It came out as a half-panting, stammering word.
"It's okay." Ginny watched Hermione move her hips unconsiously, searching out Ginny without letting up her grip on the bedsheets or opening her eyes. ~I wonder if she wishes I were Ron. Has she ever imagined Ron doing this? Being down here, touching her like this?~ Ginny pressed a kiss to the inside of Hermione's thigh, felt her quiver. ~Does she want me to be Ron?~
"Ginny." Hermione's voice had dropped to a bedroom whimper. She grabed Ginny's shoulder and pulled her up until they were nose-to-nose. "I'm going to burst if you don't do something."
"What do you want me to do?"
"Anything."
"Show me." And it was Ginny's turn to gasp and go glassy-eyed as Hermione reached down and slid a finger inside her. She had expected Hermione to demonstrate on herself, not *this*.
"Put your fingers inside me." Hermione slid a second finger in. "And kiss me."
Ginny nodded mutely, sliding her hand down Hermione's stomach, over her patch of hair, and then slid two fingers into Hermione. She wondered if she felt as tight around Hermione's fingers as Hermione felt around hers. She wondered if Hermione had the same slight, pleasing burn running through her whole body. When she kissed Hermione, it was hungry and wet, and Ginny got her bottom lip nipped at and arched against Hermione's hand when it happened. Ginny pressed her thumb against Hermione's clit and upped her efforts at making the other girl lose control. Hermione came gasping her name.
"Ginny. God, Ginny." Hermione went limp for a few seconds, only coming back to herself when she realized Ginny was still moving against her hand with small, jerky movements. She collected the last of her strength to manuver down the bed, take Ginny's nipple between her teeth, and rake her fingers as best she could along the inside of Ginny's channel. Ginny groaned and held Hermione's face against her breast as she came.
In the aftermath, they lay tangled on the sheets, Hermione's teeth still gently worrying Ginny's nipple, and her hands roaming restlessly up and down Ginny's body. Ginny murmured something to low for her to hear. "What?"
"Nothing. Just thinking out loud." Ginny pulled Hermione up for a long kiss, a victory song in her head. ~She said my name.~ When she pulled away, Hermione's eyes were full of purpose and something Ginny couldn't quite name. "What is it?"
"I just-" ~I'm in love with you.~ "I'm glad we've come this far."
Ginny smiled. "Me, too." She kissed Hermione again.
