Their giggles echoed off the walls of their bedroom, interrupted by their kisses as they rolled around in the bed. Their collection of toys was haphazardly strewn across the bed covers: a centaur and unicorn vibrator, a purple strap on, a strand of multicolored beads that emitted different temperature pulses, and a childishly glittery pair of plastic handcuffs that had been a gag gift from their combined hen do.

“Luna, enough teasing,” Ginny pleaded as Luna lightly circled her fingers around Ginny’s pert nipples. “I want to taste you.”

“Later,” Luna reprimanded, pinching one nipple firmly and making Ginny squeal. “We have to try these out for the Quibbler. I already agreed to it.”

Ginny sighed and arched into Luna’s touch. The package sat on the bedside table, full of a collection of up and coming adult charms for the bedroom. Luna leaned over, her full breasts hanging over Ginny’s face as she reached for the package. Ginny craned her neck up and laved Luna’s breasts with her tongue, circling each nipple until they firmed into tight nubs.

“Mm, not now, pet,” Luna said softly. She ran her fingers through Ginny’s hair, scratching her nails along Ginny’s scalp. Luna turned her eyes back to the package. “The warning for side effects says that this might cause prolonged sensitivity and insatiability.”

“Who cares? It’s not like either of us is trying it alone. It will be fine.” Ginny sat up and pulled Luna into the circle of her arms so she could read the directions over her shoulder.

She picked up her wand and cast the incantation. A trickling sensation fell over her, both cool and hot at the same time. It started from the crown of her head and worked its way over her body to her toes.

“Sweet Circe,” Ginny murmured, wiggling her toes. “Odd that it feels that way, innit?”

Luna spun around and pounced on her, easily pressing her back into the sheets. Her mouth closed over Ginny’s with an urgent desperation that Ginny usually showed, rather than Luna. Ginny moaned as Luna’s tongue coaxed hers out and stroked along it. Her hands felt like they were everywhere at once — she could feel her fingers caressing her hips, but also felt as if Luna was touching her breasts, petting the springy hair above her folds, and teasing the edges of her arse all at once.

“Oh, fuck, Luna!” Ginny moaned into the kiss, surging up and tangling her hands in Luna’s hair. The sensations were like waves crashing over her; the spell was intense.

She felt on the edge of coming already, and Luna hadn’t even technically touched her yet. Ginny felt wound tightly, like a wire that was going to snap at the barest touch.

“Do you feel that?” Ginny asked, slightly breathless as Luna’s lips and tongue dragged down her body. She was murmuring nonsensically as she peppered wet, sloppy kisses over each of her freckles. “Fuck, it’s like you’re everywhere! This is amazing!”