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Fiery	By : Juwel Category: Harry Potter > FemSlash - Female/Female Views: 9114 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Author's Notes: The prompt was submitted by Woldy with the addition of any female pairing, consensual sex. I took that and an opportunity to showcase a character I think wasn't nearly developed enough by J.K. Rowling--Ginny. Enjoy! Many thanks to magic_knickers for the beta read.

Fiery

Ginny liked to think she was an early bloomer.
It was hardly a surprise, given that she was the youngest of six, and all of them brothers at that. She'd had to fight to be heard in a noisy household from a young age, and she could match her mother on any day for sheer attitude and temper. She'd also shown the boys in class how she could easily out-duel them any day of the week.
Too bad she tired so quickly of them.
Having sex with boys was fun, but it always seemed to leave her hungry for more. It wasn't until after graduation that she figured two things--first, that she craved female company just as much as male; and second, she liked to dominate them.
That second part, in fact, she liked best of all.
Ginny was working for the Ministry as a personal assistant in the Regulation of Muggle Affairs department, a job her father had helped her secure. It was just a job, for now--she had considered becoming an Auror, but they seemed to live their work, which didn't really suit her. At least she was in the Ministry, and close to Harry Potter who was in Auror training, if he ever happened to figure himself out and want to be with her again. For her part, she was in no rush.
One of other nice things about working as a personal assistant was the fact that an old schoolmate, Lavender Brown, also worked in the same office. She was the receptionist for the Minister of Muggle Affairs, and she and Ginny were often able to spend lunches together, regaling each other with tales of their separate conquests.
Lavender had a taste for kink.
"So tell me what you've tried," Ginny bluntly asked one day at lunch, enjoying the way that Lavender blushed, looking both flustered and eager at the same time. They'd already shared some drunken kisses at the Christmas party, but Ginny hadn't managed to get Lavender into her bed yet.
"I've tried bondage--rope, Immobulus, anal plugs . . ." Lavender giggled. "That was kind of interesting. But I actually have something I've been wanting to try." She looked at Ginny intently. "Something where I'd have to trust the person a lot. But I've been hearing that it's one of your specialties."
Ginny regarded her with interest, feeling something, the heat of anticipation, at the nape of her neck. "Oh?"
Lavender looked down, and it was lovely, the way her lashes brushed her cheeks. She was a bit dotty at times, Ginny knew, but at heart she was a sweet thing, bubbly and caring. Her brother might not have been particularly good as a boyfriend to her, but Ginny was rather fond of Lavender. Of course the fact she was pretty didn't hurt things either.
"Well, I'd heard that fireplay was something of a specialty for you. I've been curious about that." Lavender bit her bottom lip, looking impish. "And if you want to also do, you know, I'd be up for that. Other than kissing, I haven't really--with a girl."
Ginny smiled, one of her calculating, more sinister smiles. "I am a redhead, after all," she said in response to the first comment. As for the second . . . "And I'd be happy to show you a thing or two about what girls do together."
Lavender giggled, trying to cover her nervousness, Ginny was sure. “All right. Tonight, maybe?”
Ginny’s mind was working furiously. “Yes. My place,” she replied, knowing there were certain items she would want ready, and that it would be easiest to prepare at her own place.
As lunch ended, they grinned and stood up together, brushing hands as they headed back up to the office.
***

After a nice, quiet dinner and a glass of wine, it was time for play to begin. Lavender had been quiet all evening, and Ginny could tell she was nervous. As they sat together on the plush loveseat in her flat, Ginny wrapped an arm around Lavender’s shoulders, offering her a sip of wine from her own glass, tilting it for her. She watched as Lavender took a swallow, enjoying the way she let her head fall back, the way her hair spilled over her shoulders. They were both wearing too many clothes.
Ginny reached out and trailed a finger down Lavender’s throat, smiling as she saw a tremor pass through the young woman. She helped Lavender set down the wine glass, cupping her face. “Kiss me,” she said in a low voice, leaning forward.
Lavender turned towards her, a glazed, heated look in her soft brown eyes. Her lips parted a little, and she tilted her head, grazing her lips over Ginny's in a tentative kiss. Ginny would have none of that. Placing her hand on the back of Lavender's head, she closed the distance between them and kissed Lavender firmly, letting lips meld together, soft and firm at the same time, coaxing Lavender into deepening the kiss with a patient slowness that let things heat up gradually. Lavender sighed and opened her mouth a little, tongue peeking out just enough to trace the lines of Ginny's lips, testing. Ginny did the same thing back, so that Lavender could feel that sensation. It wasn't hurried or forceful, as probably a lot of kisses with men had been, Ginny knew. She was rewarded when Lavender moaned, a hand reaching out to clutch at her arm, thighs spreading just a little.
At that point, Ginny deepened the kiss further, tongue delving into that sweet mouth. She slid her hand down from the back of Lavender's head, down her shoulder, then moved it to cup one perky breast, massaging the nipple with her thumb through the sheer material of Lavender's blouse. A louder moan followed Lavender's first, and her body arched into the touch.
For few minutes, Ginny just concentrated on kissing and fondling Lavender, letting her get used to the differences in style, letting her heat up. Fireplay was ever so much better if the partner was already in a state of arousal. She also took Lavender's hand, bringing it to her own breast, letting the woman get a feel of her own. Lavender took to it earnestly, and soon Ginny's own sighs were joining the other woman's.
Finally, Ginny broke off the kisses, reaching down to release the first button of Lavender's blouse. "Now that you're warmed up...are you ready to play?"
"Oh, please," Lavender begged, nodding emphatically. She held still as Ginny removed her blouse, biting her lip a little in anticipation as Ginny moved next to remove her bra. "You need me to be naked?" she asked, and there was a mixture of excitement and nervousness in her voice.
"Completely," Ginny told her, as she freed Lavender's breasts, fondling them a little more, teasing the nipples into stiff, little peaks.
Lavender stood up to assist her, pulling her skirt down, and stepping out of her high heels. She shook out her hair, blushing and looking uncertain, before hooking her thumbs in the waist of her panties. Ginny shook her head. "Allow me," she told Lavender, and proceeded to pull them down slowly, running her hands down the insides of Lavender's thighs. She could already smell the heat, see a little trace of it on the fabric between the legs. She set the panties on the floor, and stood up, unbuttoning her own blouse, letting Lavender watch her undress in turn. Her breasts were pale and small next to Lavender’s globes, but overall, Ginny was proud of her petite form, and if Lavender’s hungry looks were anything to go by, the other woman approved as well. "It's really safest if we both are nude. Less things to, you know. Catch flame."
The look that Lavender sent her was enough to set its own fire.
Ginny ignored it for the moment, but finished undressing, taking off her panties as well, her mound showing just the barest triangle of copper hair. She led Lavender into the bedroom where she had prepared things earlier, to her play table where other victims had been tied and tortured. But not tonight. Tonight would be more of a seduction. Painful, but enticing. Near the table she had a jar full of her fuel, rubbing alcohol, with a paintbrush and wet cloth lying beside it. There was also a package of a very particular substance that George had discovered from the Muggle world, and actually used in some of his charms.
“Are you going to tie me up?” Lavender asked breathlessly, taking in the room and other toys that were in sight, including a collection of whips and paddles. She giggled. “I like spanking.”
“Another time, perhaps,” Ginny said in a low voice, but she had to admit, the idea made her throb. She would definitely have to invite Lavender back here. “It’s better not to be tied where fire is involved. You’re just going to have to hold still for me instead.” She smiled cruelly. “That can be its own kind of torture.” Her eyes raked over Lavender’s naked form. “On the table. On your back.”
Lavender took care in lying down on the table, which was wide enough to let her spread her legs a little, but still narrow enough for Ginny to be able to move around it easily enough. Ginny made a point of pulling Lavender’s hair back, making sure it was away from her neck and not in the way of anything. She guided Lavender to spread her legs as wide as possible, and couldn’t resist trailing her fingers over the patch of soft brown curls over Lavender’s pussy. Lavender moaned, her toes curling. “Please? I’m so . . . wet,” Lavender said in a hesitant voice, blushing deeply. Ginny licked her lips.
“Don’t worry. Things will be happening soon enough,” she told Lavender, making sure all her things were within easy reach. Underneath the table was a bucket of water, in case magic wasn’t enough to douse any unwanted fires. Ginny ran a hand up and down Lavender’s torso, feeling the skin, making sure it wasn’t too damp, or too oily. She smirked. “You may lose a bit of body hair tonight. Fire has a tendency to do that.”
With that, Ginny took her wand, and lit a large candle--one with paraffin wax that would melt easily. Waxplay was its own entire scene, but she liked colour, and it could make a nice accent on already sensitized skin. Plus, it made for dramatic lighting for their play. She pulled her own red hair back into a pony tail, the candlelight throwing shadows across her breasts as she moved. Lavender watched her in rapt fascination.
“Aduro,” Ginny whispered, and a small flame appeared at the end of her wand. It was more of a parlor trick than a real spell, the main use being to light cigarettes or candles. But it was also a perfect size for play. She began waving her wand slowly up against Lavender’s skin, just near the surface so that Lavender could feel the heat, letting it brush her without letting it actually burn her. Up and down her legs and arms, and across her belly and breasts.
“Merlin,” Lavender gasped, letting her head fall back at the pleasure of it. This was foreplay. Ginny ran the flame over the sole of Lavender's foot, and she giggled, struggling to stay still. Ginny ran the heat up the inside of Lavender's thigh, then stopped just below her glistening cunt. A low, desperate-sounding moan was her reward, as she continued down the inside of the other leg. Ginny chuckled.
She spent just a moment more teasing Lavender, then ended the spell, leaving the poor woman breathless and panting. "That's only the beginning,” she warned Lavender as she took the paintbrush and dipped it into the rubbing alcohol. "Now the real fun begins."
Making sure the brush was nice and wet, Ginny painted a line up the inside of Lavender's arm, up to her shoulder. She returned the brush to the jar, and wagged a finger at Lavender, who was watching with some apprehension. "Now don't move. That's an order, girl," Ginny said in a firm voice, fixing her with a stern look. Lavender nodded.
Ginny spoke the spell again and touched the flame to the wet line on Lavender's arm. Immediately a pale flame tipped with orange sprang to life on Lavender's skin, following the line up to her shoulder. Ginny let Lavender take in the sight, her eyes growing huge, let the pain hit her--and then wiped her arm with the wet cloth, dousing the flame and removing the fuel. Lavender let out a breath. "Wow."
That brought a laugh, and Ginny nodded. "Exactly."
Lavender raised up a little, looking at her arm, which appeared to be untouched, drying quickly in the warm room. "It hurt—but--" She seemed at a loss for words.
"It was a good hurt," Ginny finished for her, smiling. "Lie back down."
Lavender did so, and Ginny dipped her paintbrush again, this time painting a wet line up the other arm and across Lavender's breasts, passing just below her nipples. She ended the line just above the navel, then again lit it, watching the fire surge down the line. When the flames reached her breasts, Lavender cried out. Ginny's smile only grew wider, as she doused the flames, before they could actually cause any damage. "Intense, isn't it?" she drawled, taking a dry towel to rub against the slightly reddened skin, so that she could have a fresh dry palette to work from.
"Very," Lavender confirmed, sounding a bit breathless. Her legs moved slightly, and Ginny knew she was anticipating what was next, and probably also wondering what it would be like. Not to disappoint her, Ginny painted the next line up the inside of one leg and down the other. This time when she lit the alcohol, she let it burn a little longer, watching Lavender squirm, trying to hold still.
Once she had doused the flames, Lavender let out a low groan. "Please, Ginny . . . this is . . . I want . . ." She made a frustrated sound. Ginny felt a strong urge to touch herself, to reach over and play with Lavender, but she forced herself to hold back. She wasn't done yet.

"Turn over," she ordered Lavender, and kept a straight face as Lavender gave her a heated look, incredulous. "Do I need to repeat myself?" Ginny asked, but Lavender was already moving, moaning as the skin sensitized by fire rubbed against the table. Her bottom was a perfect little heart shape, and Ginny couldn't help but reach over and give it a little spank as Lavender settled into position. Lavender squeaked, wiggling it.
"Stay still," Ginny reminded her, and this time she reached for the special material, the flammable fibre, as she liked to call it. Muggles called it "flash cotton." She carefully put a small amount right on top of the crack of Lavender's arse, then with the paintbrush and rubbing alcohol, painted a large heart down Lavender's back, the points converging on the flash cotton so that the fire would light it once there. She reached over to get a small handheld mirror and carefully placed it in Lavender's hand, moving her so that she could have a view. "Remember to stay as still as possible, girl."
Lavender nodded, and Ginny held her breath as she touched flame to the wetness on Lavender's back. Blue flame tipped with orange sprang to life, following the painted lines of the heart, down to Lavender's pert buttocks and the flash cotton. Once it touched that material, a tall flame shot up high and bright. Lavender cried out, her eyes wide, but true to word, she remained motionless, and an instant later the flame was already dying down. Ginny doused what was left. "Almost as good as being spanked?" She asked in a low voice, running her hand over the warm skin of Lavender's lower back and arse. Lavender moaned. It would feel like a light sunburn, Ginny knew--tender, but healing in a day or two.
"Brilliant," Lavender said. "Please, Mistress? I'm so horny right now."
Ginny spanked her again for her impertinence, but she also took Lavender's hand, leading over to the bed on the other side of the bed. She wasn't about to try to make love to Lavender on the hard, narrow table. Once there, Ginny guided Lavender into laying on her back, knowing the rub of fabric would be wonderfully rough against her sensitive skin.
Lavender looked up at her, and it was all there in her face, laid bare--the desire. Ginny covered Lavender's body with her own, thighs rubbing together, breasts pressed close, tummies grazing. She captured Lavender's mouth with a deep kiss, letting their tongues get reacquainted. Lavender sighed into the kiss, squirming a little beneath her but otherwise holding still. Ginny realized she hadn't released her from her last order. "You may move. You may also touch me," Ginny said in a soft voice, planting kisses along the smooth skin of Lavender's throat.
Immediately, Lavender’s hands were on her, running down Ginny’s back, feeling the shape of her buttocks, her thighs, as their kisses grew more heated, teeth nipping at each other’s lips. Lavender moved her hands to play with Ginny’s breasts, but Ginny had her own agenda, her hand moving to spread Lavender’s legs, grazing over the soft flesh of her pussy, feeling the wetness there as she worked a finger inside. Lavender moaned loudly, her head falling back, a perfect invitation for Ginny to nibble up the side of her neck. “Oh yes, please!” Lavender’s hand clutched instinctively at Ginny’s small breast, nails scratching her skin.

Ginny growled, biting down harder, curling her finger and pressing up against the wall of the vagina, teasing Lavender's pleasure points. She was careful not to do too much, however. She didn’t want Lavender to come just yet. There was something else she wanted to show the woman--she wanted to show Lavender how it felt to have a woman love her orally. Someone who knew what it felt like, and how to do it.
When she was sure that Lavender was close, Ginny slid down her body, leaving her finger in place inside Lavender, then bringing her mouth directly to close around Lavender's clit, sucking gently on it as she continued to finger-fuck her. Lavender cried out loudly, her fingers tangling in Ginny's hair, not quite pulling but encouraging her, hips gyrating, moving against Ginny's ministrations. Ginny teased her with just the tip of her tongue, slowing her fingers somewhat. Lavender made a sound of desperation, her hips slowing. Ginny smiled. "You're not going to be allowed to come unless you ask nicely, Lavender. What do you say?"
Lavender lifted her head enough to look wide-eyed at Ginny. "Please, mistress! Please, oh, please, oh, please, let me come for you." She looked ready to break. It was a lovely look, Ginny decided.
Satisfied, Ginny returned to her task, reaching down to her own cunt as she licked, rubbing herself even as she tried to give Lavender as much pleasure as possible. When she returned to sucking, using two fingers to plunge in and out of Lavender's wet cunt, the woman gave a shout and began bucking beneath her, coming hard. It went on for a long time, during which Ginny was able to ride her own waves of orgasm, until the two were left spent and trembling, Ginny resting her forehead on Lavender's hip. Lavender moaned, over-sensitized.
Ginny took care as she crawled back up the bed, lying down beside Lavender and taking the woman into her arms, kissing her hair. Lavender whimpered, arching against her, and Ginny knew that there would probably be more fun, later. For now, however, it was perfect to just rest, and enjoy. "So what did you think of the fireplay?" She asked in a low voice, lips brushing against Lavender's ear. Lavender sighed happily.
“Hot,” she said, and giggled. Her eyes opened slowly, looking at Ginny, taking in the sight of the two of them lying naked on the bed. “Make me yours, Mistress. I want to do this again.” She licked her lips, snuggling closer. “And a lot more.”
It was possible that boys might have to wait a very long time for either of them, Ginny decided, as she leaned in to kiss Lavender again.
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