traintracks (train_tracks) wrote in adventdrabbles, @ 2012-12-03 11:40:00 |
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Entry tags: | contributor: train_tracks, dec03, fandom: harry potter, prompt03, year: 2012 |
Dec03, Harry Potter, Hermione/Ginny, "Colorado Rules"
Title: Colorado Rules
Author: train_tracks
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Hermione/Ginny (Harry/Ginny, Hermione/Ron, Ron/Ginny, pre-Ron/Pansy, pre-Harry/Draco, Charlie – poor bugger's by himself, LOL!)
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1,060
Warnings: mention of incest, D/s, public (secret) sex, open marriages, swinging, sharing Ginny, pot
Disclaimer: I don't own much of anything, least of all anything having to do with Harry Potter.
A/N: This is for adventdrabbles and prompt #3 (my prompt!): winter hot tub, plus elrhiarhodan's "Hermione/Ginny – obedience training". This is set in my "The Minx" universe, but you don't have to read that first. However, if you'd like to, it's on LJ here: http://traintracks.livejournal.com/1688
"Colorado rules," Charlie sighed, sinking down until just his nose and eyes cleared the water.
"You're stoned," Pansy laughed.
"Bloody right."
The sun had gone down, and Draco had set the warming charms along the path back to the cabin; Harry had grudgingly admitted that he had the best warming charms of anyone present. Hermione looked out over the pink-tinged snow, the mountains' caps in the vast indigo distance. She felt Ginny sigh next to her and wondered if Harry would give her up for the night. Maybe if she got him and Draco both drunk…
She already knew Ron wanted in Pansy's bikini; she could tell because he'd suddenly become a complete guffawing dork around her. Her darling husband. She'd allow a fling with Ms. Parkinson – if she could have this.
She turned and looked at Ginny relaxing next to her. "It's time," she whispered in her ear and watched Ginny's heat-flushed skin shiver.
They'd talked about it before they'd portkeyed over – how they might carry on with one another while on holiday with the others. The answer came to Hermione on a waft of steam. She breathed it in, getting excited, getting wet.
"No sound," she whispered. "Don't make me Silence you."
Ginny managed a short nod. Hermione's hand slipped down her back, Ginny leaning forward just an inch more to grant her access, and with one tug, Hermione untied her top. Surreptitiously, Ginny let it drift from her shoulders, off her breasts, conveniently shielded from view by the water's boisterous bubbling. Hermione dragged the bikini top down under the water. She could just barely hear Ginny's quickened breath.
"Colorado *rules*," Charlie repeated. "Shit, did I already say that?"
Ron splashed him in the face, and Pansy giggled.
Hermione slipped her hand between Ginny's legs, cupping one warm, trembling inner thigh.
"Are you wet, love?" she whispered.
Ginny swallowed and just opened her thighs. Hermione slid her fingers into the crotch of her swimsuit bottoms, found the thatch of hair, dipped inside, and there was a rush of creamy hot to meet her.
"…going to be promoted next year. That's what all the higher-ups are saying," came Draco's smug voice.
"Work?" Harry said. "You're going to talk *work*? Christ, smoke a joint, will you, Malfoy?" He looked at his wife. "Can you believe this git?"
Ginny, Merlin bless her, just shook her head no, her pretty lips parted while Hermione dipped a finger into her cunt and then spread the juice between her soft folds up to her clit.
"Good girl," Hermione breathed. Her own pussy hurt she was so aroused.
The others continued to talk and laugh and splash and drink. Hermione dragged one of Ginny's legs across her lap, holding her open. The tiniest little "Nnn," whined from Ginny's throat.
"Careful, love. I could stop."
Ginny licked her lips and sank further into the water. Hermione wanted to suck her tits so badly she ached. Since she couldn't go quite that far in mixed company, instead she invoked a wandless spell she'd been working on: "Basiumos." Ginny inhaled sharply, immediately arching into the mouths she now felt sucking at both of her breasts at once. Her nipples almost came out of the water. Hermione caught a glimpse of them, red, caressed by bubbles.
"Easy now," Hermione shushed her. "You want me to make you come, don't you? Don't you want to come? Right here in front of everyone?"
Ginny nodded.
"Are you okay, sis? You look overheated?" Ron suddenly said from across the water.
"She's fine," Hermione told her husband. "Aren't you, Gin?"
Ginny just nodded again, and in reward, Hermione sunk two fingers deep inside her cunt. Ginny stopped breathing for the moment – Hermione's fingers fucked into her, her brother's concerned eyes watching her.
It turned Hermione on too much – Harry next to Ginny, her two brothers so close, one of them, her husband, watching her get fucked and not knowing it (Hermione would clue him in later, she decided.), Pansy and Draco completely oblivious, and her girl, ready to come in the palm of her hand.
Hermione pushed her other hand down between her own legs, working her ready clit fiercely. She did the same to Ginny. They each laid their heads back on the smooth rock wall of the hot tub. Hermione turned her head to look at her lover. Ginny blinked and stared back. The moon's light shone on her pretty face.
Hermione watched Ginny's breath hitch – watched her lashes flutter – and then felt the spasming of the clit beneath her rubbing fingertips, Ginny's legs closing, holding Hermione's hand in place while she rocked on it, gazing at her the whole time.
Hermione wasn't long after. She bit her lip, and Ginny's drugged gaze dropped to it while Hermione's clit jumped and her whole body felt electric, her blood singing through her veins. She tickled Ginny's clit – got her to mewl under her breath, deep in her throat, just once – and it struck through Hermione like a spell. A second even harder orgasm hit her, and she couldn't seem to help her own loud groan.
Ginny, the minx, smiled at her. Hermione tried to turn it into a hot tub moan – an 'oh isn't this lovely, this hot water business' moan, but she could tell, peeking a look at him, that Ron suspected now. She spared him a wink and watched him blush hot. She gave him her 'yes, I just fucked your sister' grin and watched him gulp.
Then she turned her attention back to Ginny – sated, floating Ginny. She magicked her top back into place and extracted her hand reluctantly; it was such a warm and lovely place to be, between Ginny's legs.
"May I…speak?" Ginny whispered.
"Yes, dear," Hermione allowed.
Ginny smiled again. "Thank you, 'Mione."
Hermione smoothed one humidity frizzed strand of hair off her cheek, unwilling to contemplate what her own must look like. "You're welcome," she said.
"Was I a good girl?"
"You were a very, very good girl," Hermione told her.
She laid her head back once more and stared up at the new stars through empty black tree branches. Charlie was just finishing a joke, and everyone else laughed uproariously.
Everyone except the two of them.
Very, very good indeed.
"Colorado rules," Hermione sighed to no one in particular.