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Fic: Liquid Dreams
Title: Liquid Dreams
Pairing: Pansy/Ginny
Warnings: Femmeslash, underaged sex.
Summary: Ginny dreams to remember that night in the lake.
Rating: NC 17
Notes: This was based on![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
itsbeenvery's beautiful art, wwhich can be found here: http://www.livejournal.com/community/hp_girlslash/434783.html#cutid1
Liquid Dreams
Ginny sleeps to the sounds of blasts and shouts. She is only ever verging on sleep, but even so the images in her mind do not stop- they are memories, only disguised as dreams.
She had gone swimming in a small, closed-off part off the lake, somewhere not many people knew. Originally she had worn underwear into the water, but she was not a Gryffindor for nothing, and soon tossed the underwear over to the shore. When she had taken off her clothes and was treading water she heard a voice call out, “Nice rack.”
Ginny had turned to see Pansy Parkinson lying on the grass, hidden from the view of everywhere but where Ginny was.
Ginny wanted to cover her breasts and run away, but stood- or paddled, at least- her ground. “What do you want?” she asked.
Pansy ignored her question and leaned her head on her palm. Ginny watched her red lips move, but had to concentrate to hear, “I heard Potter kissed you yesterday.”
Ginny blushed and she knew that Pansy could see the way it extended down her neck, to her chest. “Why do you care?” she asked, feeling ridiculously defensive.
Harry had kissed her, she remembered, but it didn’t seem important as the fact that Pansy had just looked at her then and Ginny had blamed her shiver on the water.
Before she could find an excuse to leave that stare, Pansy was in the water as well, and though Ginny did not understand how it happened, it made sense.
“What makes you think I care?” Pansy had breathed then, a mere whisper. Ginny did not know how to reply; she could not keep her eyes from flashing down to the pale breasts, bobbing in the water.
Ginny made herself look up then, but her eyes got stuck to those dark ones, closer than they should have been. “Why did you mention it, then?”
A finger touched her shoulder then, connecting the dots of her freckles. One of them moved forwards then, or both, and suddenly their mouths and breasts were crushed together.
Ginny had moaned then, not meaning to, and Pansy had taken it as an invitation to her tongue. Ginny had joined in after that and it wasn’t like Michael, or Dean, or Harry at all.
They were in the cold water, both wet and still pumping their legs, even as their upper bodies were crushed together. Ginny had not thought about what she was doing, she’d just propelled them over to the riverbank and pushed Pansy back.
Pansy had broken the inexplicable kiss then and smiled at Ginny, in a way that made the red-head move to cover those lips with hers again.
Ginny moved down to Pansy’s neck, that pale skin begging to be marked. Pansy had just gasped then and Ginny heard her say, “Maybe I did care.”
Ginny found herself turned around then, lying against the muddy, grass-covered back and not caring. She had forgotten their earlier conversation, and almost what Pansy had just said, when Pansy informed her collarbone, “but you’re just an eager Gryffindor slut anyway, everyone knows that.”
Ginny had wanted to protest, as she had when Ron had nearly called her the same thing, but Pansy had taken one of her nipples into her mouth, and then moved a hand down between Ginny’s thighs, so she arched and opened her legs instead.
Ginny had not had anyone else do this to her before, tongue and teeth marking her body, a finger entering her, while a thumb stroked her clit. She did not know how to handle the sensations, so she just moaned and gasped until they were too much. She was not sure what she called out then, but it may have been “Pansy.”
The dark haired girl came back up and looked at her with heavy lidded eyes. When she could get her leaden limbs to agree, Ginny turned the girl around again and kissed her way down that throat, that chest, that stomach and further.
Ginny had not cared that it was Pansy or anything else then, she just knew the girl was beautiful and she wanted to taste her. She had nearly laughed to discover Pansy had kept her simple, now soaked, cotton knickers on and had not even thought to be nervous before she took them off.
When Pansy had stretched her legs out and Ginny had stretched the girl’s lips, then tasted, it seemed right. Ginny had sucked that tiny nub that made the Slytherin make amazing noises and stretched an arm up to toy with a nipple briefly, before grasping onto Pansy’s hip.
Most of her was in the water, and Ginny was pumping her legs endlessly, so she stayed afloat. Her concentration was on listening to Pansy and doing whatever made the best sounds.
When Pansy came, Ginny made herself break away and look up. Pansy’s eyes had been shut and Ginny didn't think she could have caused that look of rapture, but she must have.
Ginny wakes, shuddering, from the dream again. She always has it; always remembers. Sometimes Ginny thinks it was only a dream anyway, but the blasts mean she does not think about it very much. Especially when those eyes could be hidden behind any of the masks she sees so often now.
She has to wait until she sleeps to remember.
Fin
Okay, I know I have been insane-fic-person for a couple of weeks, but I kept writng and finishing stuff. It should calm down a bit now, but I do still have stuff on the go, including things that need to be finished at certain times. Sorry for spamming people with so much fic! Oh, and i know this title for this is terrible but I spent hours and couldn't think of anything better, so here you go.
Pairing: Pansy/Ginny
Warnings: Femmeslash, underaged sex.
Summary: Ginny dreams to remember that night in the lake.
Rating: NC 17
Notes: This was based on
itsbeenvery's beautiful art, wwhich can be found here: http://www.livejournal.com/community/hp_girlslash/434783.html#cutid1Liquid Dreams
Ginny sleeps to the sounds of blasts and shouts. She is only ever verging on sleep, but even so the images in her mind do not stop- they are memories, only disguised as dreams.
She had gone swimming in a small, closed-off part off the lake, somewhere not many people knew. Originally she had worn underwear into the water, but she was not a Gryffindor for nothing, and soon tossed the underwear over to the shore. When she had taken off her clothes and was treading water she heard a voice call out, “Nice rack.”
Ginny had turned to see Pansy Parkinson lying on the grass, hidden from the view of everywhere but where Ginny was.
Ginny wanted to cover her breasts and run away, but stood- or paddled, at least- her ground. “What do you want?” she asked.
Pansy ignored her question and leaned her head on her palm. Ginny watched her red lips move, but had to concentrate to hear, “I heard Potter kissed you yesterday.”
Ginny blushed and she knew that Pansy could see the way it extended down her neck, to her chest. “Why do you care?” she asked, feeling ridiculously defensive.
Harry had kissed her, she remembered, but it didn’t seem important as the fact that Pansy had just looked at her then and Ginny had blamed her shiver on the water.
Before she could find an excuse to leave that stare, Pansy was in the water as well, and though Ginny did not understand how it happened, it made sense.
“What makes you think I care?” Pansy had breathed then, a mere whisper. Ginny did not know how to reply; she could not keep her eyes from flashing down to the pale breasts, bobbing in the water.
Ginny made herself look up then, but her eyes got stuck to those dark ones, closer than they should have been. “Why did you mention it, then?”
A finger touched her shoulder then, connecting the dots of her freckles. One of them moved forwards then, or both, and suddenly their mouths and breasts were crushed together.
Ginny had moaned then, not meaning to, and Pansy had taken it as an invitation to her tongue. Ginny had joined in after that and it wasn’t like Michael, or Dean, or Harry at all.
They were in the cold water, both wet and still pumping their legs, even as their upper bodies were crushed together. Ginny had not thought about what she was doing, she’d just propelled them over to the riverbank and pushed Pansy back.
Pansy had broken the inexplicable kiss then and smiled at Ginny, in a way that made the red-head move to cover those lips with hers again.
Ginny moved down to Pansy’s neck, that pale skin begging to be marked. Pansy had just gasped then and Ginny heard her say, “Maybe I did care.”
Ginny found herself turned around then, lying against the muddy, grass-covered back and not caring. She had forgotten their earlier conversation, and almost what Pansy had just said, when Pansy informed her collarbone, “but you’re just an eager Gryffindor slut anyway, everyone knows that.”
Ginny had wanted to protest, as she had when Ron had nearly called her the same thing, but Pansy had taken one of her nipples into her mouth, and then moved a hand down between Ginny’s thighs, so she arched and opened her legs instead.
Ginny had not had anyone else do this to her before, tongue and teeth marking her body, a finger entering her, while a thumb stroked her clit. She did not know how to handle the sensations, so she just moaned and gasped until they were too much. She was not sure what she called out then, but it may have been “Pansy.”
The dark haired girl came back up and looked at her with heavy lidded eyes. When she could get her leaden limbs to agree, Ginny turned the girl around again and kissed her way down that throat, that chest, that stomach and further.
Ginny had not cared that it was Pansy or anything else then, she just knew the girl was beautiful and she wanted to taste her. She had nearly laughed to discover Pansy had kept her simple, now soaked, cotton knickers on and had not even thought to be nervous before she took them off.
When Pansy had stretched her legs out and Ginny had stretched the girl’s lips, then tasted, it seemed right. Ginny had sucked that tiny nub that made the Slytherin make amazing noises and stretched an arm up to toy with a nipple briefly, before grasping onto Pansy’s hip.
Most of her was in the water, and Ginny was pumping her legs endlessly, so she stayed afloat. Her concentration was on listening to Pansy and doing whatever made the best sounds.
When Pansy came, Ginny made herself break away and look up. Pansy’s eyes had been shut and Ginny didn't think she could have caused that look of rapture, but she must have.
Ginny wakes, shuddering, from the dream again. She always has it; always remembers. Sometimes Ginny thinks it was only a dream anyway, but the blasts mean she does not think about it very much. Especially when those eyes could be hidden behind any of the masks she sees so often now.
She has to wait until she sleeps to remember.
Fin
Okay, I know I have been insane-fic-person for a couple of weeks, but I kept writng and finishing stuff. It should calm down a bit now, but I do still have stuff on the go, including things that need to be finished at certain times. Sorry for spamming people with so much fic! Oh, and i know this title for this is terrible but I spent hours and couldn't think of anything better, so here you go.