"No Quiet Find", by roseeva [Luna/Ginny, NC-17]

Notes: No clue where I pulled this out of. I guess I was inspired by pornish_pixies' Shakespeare challenge. Hmph. I should be writing based on a poll, but whatever gets me writing. Used sonnet #27, which oddly enough makes me think of femmeslash and Harry at the same time. I went back to the poll, and picked the pairing Ginny/Luna (and switched it) suggested by girlsigh. This is for you. <3


No Quiet Find
HP Fandom | NC-17 | Masturbation | LunaxGinny


Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed,
The dear repose for limbs with travel tired,
But then begins a journey in my head
To work my mind, when body's work's expired.
For then my thoughts, far from where I abide,
Intend a zealous pilgrimage to thee,
And keep my drooping eyelids open wide,
Looking on darkness which the blind do see.
Save that soul's imaginary sight
Presents thy shadow to my sightless view,
Which like a jewel hung in a ghastly night,
Makes black night beauteous, and her old face new.
       Lo this by day my limbs, by night my mind,
       For thee, and for myself, no quiet find.
--Shakespeare, Sonnet 27.



Hardships don't fall quietly nor does the night come quick enough, Luna muses dreamily as she twirls her wand in her fingers. Days have been boring and tiresome and she wants to lie down and sleep. But she can't. Work, Ginny reminds her. She has to finish her reports on the flying carpets first. Of course, now Luna just sits and watches Ginny, wondering how she became Minister of Magic after her father was killed in the Final Battle.

Luna thinks about Ginny an awful lot.

Not that it really matters; everyone thinks about Ms. Weasley--it's hard to work for someone and not think about them. But Luna likes to imagine Ginny in positions when she isn't in control. Even when they were in school, Ginny thought she was the better one--the smarter one, and she wasn't even in Ravenclaw.

Oh, Luna could picture Ginny in some interesting ways sometimes. But everyone does it, she's sure.

--

'Home' isn't something that Luna would call her small house, but it suits her. The warm, burnt coppers balance out the cold blues well, and it reminds Luna of Hogwarts. She liked it there, it was comfortable. She didn't have to cook or clean, though she does have magic which makes it easier.

When she gets 'home', Luna likes to take a rest. Just a short, quick nap to work out the troubles of her day--though, to Luna, she doesn't have troubles, just bothers; the same way she doesn't go 'home', she returns to her 'live-in'.

The same way she doesn't actually take a nap, but closes her eyes and lets her hands explore her body, thinking of things she would never speak aloud; painting pictures in her mind so clear she wants to reach out and touch them, but she can't, so she touches herself instead.

Slowly a face forms, pale with freckles. Growing from the scalp is red hair, long and smooth, and then blue eyes, partly-closed from the wrinkled forehead caused by the from of her pouted, pink lips. Luna's eyes pop open and she stares in the darkness, each time, expecting to see her there; of course, she doesn't, but her eyebrows take on their school-day surprised look and her own blue eyes are darker.

It's strange how someone can change in the dark.

Luna slides a hand under her button-up cotton shirt and feels her small breasts through the thin lace of her bra. Sitting up slowly, she removes it and sets it on the edge of the bed, then squeezes her right nipple between two fingers.

Ginny...

Lying back down, she props her head up on a pillow before closing her eyes again, convinced she's sleeping. She would never do this while awake.

The face closes around her and talks; it isn't about anything important, just old school days and work, but Luna's convinced Ginny's in the room with her, massaging her breasts and taking her finger into her mouth, wrapping a wet tongue around it. It's so warm, and she imagines it's what it would be like if she fingered Ginny.

Let me feel you, Ginny. Please.

She sticks the moistened finger inside her cunt and knows it won't be enough to satisfy her lover. Adding another appendage, she pulls at her clit, not really knowing what to do, but convinced by the moans she hears that it's right. Luna's rubbing vigorously now, feeling wetness make her fingers slippery, and she doesn't want to stop. Oh, this must feel so good for Ginny, Luna thinks.

Her fingers are loosening her so much now, she enters a third; she has to make it harder. Ginny's face is contorted in ecstasy. A fourth now; Luna enters her hand in and out, in and out--it's burning.

She can feel Ginny go stiff, and then shudder. There's come all over Luna's fingers now, so she takes them to her face and licks them slowly while looking at Ginny's beautiful face.

Tomorrow Ginny will tell her 'work' and act like nothing happened, but as Luna closes her eyes to go to sleep, she knows that all she needs is herself and that painting in her mind.


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