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Camelopard Dreams	By : Lomonaaeren Category: Harry Potter > FemSlash - Female/Female Views: 4045 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Five—Privacy
“You have a lot of spells that you’ve invented.”
Ginny cupped her hands around the mug of hot chocolate—with so much cream added to it that Ginny thought she should probably call it “creamolate” instead—and nodded. Luna was sitting across from Ginny at her table. She’d brought Ginny to her house, something Ginny hadn’t expected. There were lots of places in the Ministry where they could have spoken.
All right, Ginny had to concede when Luna’s eyes came back to her and practically blazed. So not a lot that would be as private as this. And if Luna wanted to say half the things Ginny suspected she wanted to say…
Ginny drank some of the chocolate so fast that she burned her lips and had to set down the mug, coughing.
“You have a lot of spells.”
“Yes,” Ginny said, finally figuring out that Luna wanted her to speak. Sometimes it was hard to tell. They communicated enough with nods and pointing hands and remarks that Luna gave and Ginny didn’t really bother to answer because how could she? But then Luna would demand words. Real ones.
Hard ones.
“I think you need to think about how you use them.”
“I use them to help solve cases,” Ginny said, a bit bewildered now. Luna knew that. She’d worked a lot of those cases with Ginny.
“But they magically exhaust you. And they give you Writhing Snakes in the stomach.”
Ginny ignored the part she couldn’t understand, as usual, for something she could. “They do,” she said. “But that’s part of the job. And this one was a lot worse than usual because I hadn’t cast it in so long. The solution is actually to use them more often, so I get used to the toll they take on my magic.”
Luna’s hands closed around her mug so hard that Ginny was surprised a crack didn’t appear in the side. “What about the toll they take on me?”
“What do you mean? If you mean that you had to catch me when I fell, that doesn’t happen most of the time—”
Luna set her mug down and stood up, walking unhurriedly towards the door of the kitchen. Ginny stood up, not sure what was so much worse about this argument than so many others, but ready to try and make it up to her. “Luna! I only meant—”
Then she realized Luna was only walking around the table. It was such a big table that it had looked like she was moving towards the door. And she put her hands on Ginny’s shoulders and didn’t even give her a significant stare in the eye before she leaned forwards and kissed her.
Ginny gaped, and Luna’s tongue went promptly and busily where it was wanted. Ginny barely managed to set down the mug she was still holding and reach forwards to grab Luna’s hair. Merlin, she was faint.
Luna walked her backwards until Ginny touched the wall near the table. Then she raked her hand down Ginny’s shoulder, and back up, and into her hair, and lapped so hard at Ginny’s teeth that Ginny nearly choked.
It was such a Luna way to kiss, and it was so wonderful.
“Now that I have your attention,” Luna said, and pulled back and looked Ginny in the eye exactly as if they were merely continuing their conversation, “that’s why it’s hard on me when you cast spells like that and then slump towards the floor.”
Ginny nodded, flushed and kiss-swollen and not really sure what she’d expected. Then she turned towards the table. Luna guided her over to it, watching her all the time with narrow eyes as if she thought Ginny would faint again.
Well, I wanted her real attention. This is…intense, but real.
"Do we understand each other?" Luna asked, and her hair slid along her shoulder as she sat down in the chair beside Ginny, instead of across the table. For some reason, that made prickles break out along Ginny's skin as if Luna was climbing out of pyjamas. She swallowed and nodded, eyes resting on Luna for a further moment before she jerked them away.
"Good. Then tell me if you're going to use them again on this case."
Ginny winced. From butterflies back to Writhing Snakes again. "I don't know. If you're right that they created the camelopard from a human, then we need to figure out who that human is. My spells might be the only way."
"Let the Aurors investigate."
"Well, I will," said Ginny, a little startled, not only by the way Luna was still looking at her but the hardness in her voice. "I'll just be working on it at the same time. And sometimes, my spells provide the only source of certainty."
"That doesn't mean you have to do them."
"But if we want to know who the human is that Rosa and Romula sacrificed--"
"The Aurors can find it. The Aurors are trained to find it. Why do you think your spells provide the only source anyone can trust?"
That was so similar in wording and tone to some of the complaints that the Aurors had made about her down the years, Ginny was momentarily angry. Then she managed to harden her will and say, "It's always better to have more people working on a case, at least if you can spare them. I don't know how many Aurors can be spared on this case."
"I can't spare you."
Ginny felt as though someone had picked her up and shaken her out like a cloth. She sat still, because there was no other way to sit, and said nothing, because there was nothing else to say.
Luna reached out and casually smoothed her way down Ginny's cheek as if she was a sculptor tracing the outlines of a statue she intended to make. "I think you know what I mean."
"It's nothing I ever expected to hear."
"Then you must be deaf."
And on the word, Luna moved forwards so decisively that Ginny nearly toppled from her chair. She had Luna wrapped around her, kissing her so hard that her tongue hurt. Ginny clasped Luna's neck, her hair, her hands, shivering. Luna was here, and not turning away, and not misunderstanding her.
"I'm not a Hunort," said Luna gently, into Ginny's collarbone. "I'm not going to disappear because you stop believing in me."
Ginny had never heard of a Hunort, but she gratefully let Luna go and flexed her fingers a little. "I--I never expected that you would be like this," she whispered, and reached out to cradle Luna's chin. "I wanted it for so long."
"You can have it. And do you know how long I wanted it?" Luna's fingers slid up into Ginny's hair, down to circle around her throat like a necklace or a collar. "I thought you were ignoring me because you didn't want to embarrass me."
"I wanted you, too!" Ginny complained as Luna gently pushed her into a chair.
"You never showed it."
Ginny nearly moaned at the unfairness of that argument, and the way Luna pulled back from her to get the other chair, taking herself out of reach. "Of course I did! The way I touched you, how much I wanted to protect you from the camelopard, and sometimes I outright asked you if you were dating someone."
"But you did it when we were waiting outside for dandelion sprites. Of course I can't answer a question like that when dandelion sprites are around. Do you know how much teasing I would be subjected to?"
Ginny sighed and leaned back so that the back of her chair supported her in place of Luna's hands. She kept her narrow, lazy eyes on Luna and the way she bent down as if she would lift Ginny again. "I don't know much about dandelion sprites."
"But you'll learn about me."
God, Ginny shuddered from how wet the sound made her. "Of course I would," she said, and held out her hand. "But why don't you come here so I can show you how much I already know?"
Luna gave her a lazy smile that would have made Ginny tackle her a long time ago if she had seen it before. And then she reached out and pulled her fingers through her hair, smoothing it down and out, making Ginny stare at how absolutely blond and straight it was.
“Do you like my hair?” Luna whispered.
“It’s wonderful.”
Appearing satisfied with that answer, Luna crossed the distance between them and swung her leg across Ginny’s lap. Ginny leaned in and kissed her throat. Luna sighed and tilted her head back. “You know I like to be kissed there.”
Ginny kept her lips in place, but slid her right hand beneath Luna’s breast and carefully lifted it up, moving her fingers back and forth and up until she found Luna’s nipple. Luna lurched forwards and almost off her lap. She sighed out, then held her breath, then sighed out again, in a rhythm as regular as the sea.
“And you know I l-like to be touched there.”
Her words were still too coherent for Ginny’s taste. She kissed at the same time as she rubbed, and Luna bucked and lifted her hands to clasp Ginny’s wrist.
“You know—you know—”
At least this time she can’t finish the sentence, Ginny thought in satisfaction, and bit down. Luna arched at once, the cords in her neck standing out taut. And then Ginny slid her gently to the floor, and slid down from the chair, in return, to join her.
Luna was writhing, so fast and so slippery that Ginny had a hard time hanging onto her at first. But she found the right way to do it, buttons on her shirt and hand beneath her skirt, and even undid the shirt and slid it away from her breasts because Luna slowed down enough to let her.
“You’re wonderful,” Luna said breathlessly, eyes shut.
Ginny’s eyes were on her skin, so pale that it was hard to bear. She stretched out one hand and slowly stroked the delicate tautness over Luna’s ribs. Then she moved on to her left breast, and her left nipple, and her collarbone.
Every touch brought a noise from Luna, as delicate as her skin.
Ginny sat back, but only long enough to unbutton her own shirt, her fingers shaking so hard with lust that she finally tore it loose. Luna’s noises were tearing at her worse. She flopped straight down onto Luna, chest to chest, and pressed herself as deep and merciless as she could.
Luna made a guttural noise that Ginny would have associated with one of her magical creatures long before Luna. Her hand came down in the middle of Ginny’s back, holding her there, as they rocked and slid, breast to breast, and then Ginny bent down and blew gentle, hot breath over the place on her collarbone that she’d already touched.
Luna opened wide, staring eyes, and reached down to tear at their trousers.
Ginny laughed softly and rolled back, able to be more comfortable, even calm, as she pulled them away. I know what we’re going to do. She met Luna’s gaze and smiled a little at the amount of heat in it. I know who I’m going to be with.
Getting off the trousers didn’t seem to take as much time as the shirts, for all that Ginny had to writhe and shimmy to remove them, and do the same thing with Luna’s hips. And then she tugged off the simple undergarments Luna wore and slid her fingers straight in.
Luna’s legs clamped around her hand, her breath fast and rushing, nearly upset. Ginny held her gaze and waited, patiently, one finger slowly smoothing over the surface of the flesh she was touching.
Luna finally nodded, and Ginny bent over and kissed her again, then slid her fingers in and slowly widened them.
She crouched down, making Luna writhe and buck again, and gazed up at her, flushed face and wide-spread golden hair and all. It was enough. Ginny closed her eyes and delicately touched her tongue to the pink-red skin in front of her in a long lick.
“Ginny!”
She was too busy to listen for long. Luna was snatching at her hair and the floor and the legs of the table, scrabbling, unable to deal with the sensations cascading through her. Ginny knew she was causing them, and she reached up and stoked the inside of Luna’s thighs as she lapped and lapped and lapped.
She’d been dreaming of doing this for so long, she was probably going to come before Luna ever touched her.
Luna was shimmering with wetness, her own and Ginny’s tongue, by the time she abruptly reached down and grabbed Ginny’s head and pulled her away. Ginny tried to make a muffled noise of protest, but it came out more like a squall once she didn’t actually have Luna’s sex in front of her. She shook her head and stared as Luna spun Ginny over her hips and down to the floor again, with strength Ginny had only seen before when she was getting out of the way of a charging Nundu.
“How did you—”
Luna turned and sealed their mouths together, breathing through her nose so harshly that she sounded as if she’d been scrambling away from that same Nundu. Then her fingers were at work, slipping down to make Ginny writhe and nearly collapse, then spread her legs wide. Luna made a soft noise that could have been more of the same she’d been making, or a new one.
“Together,” Luna said. Ginny stared at her, not sure what she meant. Luna huffed and grabbed and spun her again, pulling Ginny’s legs and arse towards her mouth, and lowering her head. At the same time, she was cocking her hips, or shimmying, or something, so that Ginny’s mouth was more easily positioned, pointing towards where she wanted it.
“Oh. Right,” Ginny muttered, and felt a little stupid about it. It would be better if they were together. Right.
Still, she didn’t think it was that easy by the time Luna’s tongue slipped inside her. She jumped, and smacked her nose on Luna’s pelvis. Luna laughed—there was no mistaking that noise even with her mouth busily at work—and trailed her fingernails up Ginny’s thigh in a tease.
Well, Ginny was going to show her. Or them. Or herself. She went back to work, and carefully brought her fingers into play when she could, when she was sure that she wasn’t going to scratch Luna.
The pleasure that spiraled through her was incredible, and twinned. Of course there was what Luna gave her, the shocks that jumped up from her groin and flooded her chest, the writhing she couldn’t help, the way she kept hunching her hips and thrusting involuntarily…
But knowing she was doing it to Luna, too, and that Luna wanted her to be here and doing it, filled her with an enormous sense of smug satisfaction that lightened her as if she was on a Firebolt.
The sensations collided and started to spin, working their way up towards the center of her chest, her breastbone. Ginny shivered more than a little, and knew what would happen when they got there, when they met.
They did. She came, and jammed her face forwards and held Luna in place with her legs on either side of her head, shuddering. God, that was good, the pleasure ripping and raking her from the inside, the—
Luna almost hurt her tongue with how she came in response, and Ginny, jolted out of her own selfishness, licked harder, until Luna made a noise that was more pained than longing. Ginny pulled back slowly, the trembles of her own passing orgasm leaving her feeling slow. The blink she gave Luna seemed to take an extraordinary amount of time.
On the other hand, the smile that Luna gave in response was swift. She reached out and traced the path of an imaginary tear down the side of Ginny's cheek. "I think all the Writhing Snakes you had are gone," she said happily.
"That's...good," Ginny said, her voice stretching like sap.
"It is," said Luna, in a voice that not only didn't admit any doubt, it gave doubt no ability to knock, and then she rolled over and snuggled hard against Ginny. Ginny didn't find it the most comfortable position, especially with how firmly Luna was holding her, but it didn't matter. She was asleep before any thoughts about floorboards or how her neck would feel in the morning could occur to her.
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