Title: Always Read the Label
Author: silvernatasha
Based On/Inspired By: Luscious Lollies by florahart
Characters/Pairings: Lucy Weasley/Roxanne Weasley
Rating: NC-17
Content/Warnings: Characters are not 18, femmeslash, fingering, masturbation, incest (cousins)
Word Count: ~2,700
Summary/Description: Roxanne Weasley should know better than not to read the label. So should Lucy.
Author's Notes: Thank you to welshficwitch @ LJ for beta reading.

Roxanne scrubbed a towel over her damp hair, grinning at her cousin. "Come on, Juicy Lucy," she teased. "Tell me all about the big fifth date. Did you have fun? Is it getting serious?" She knelt on the end of Lucy's bed, clad just in her towel and fixing her most expectant look on the other girl.

Pursing her lips, Lucy looked up from the book that she had been reading. A faint blush stained her pale cheeks. "It went very well, thank you. But you're not getting any gossip out of me."

"But Lucy..." Roxanne wailed, flopping forward on the yellow bedspread and looking up at Lucy with wide brown eyes. "I need gossip. It's almost as important as air."

"No," Lucy said sharply, "it isn't. I'm not here to supply you with gossip."

"Oh, but please?"

"No."

"Pretty please?"

"Definitely not."

"Pretty please with a cherry on top?"

Lucy raised her eyebrows. "No. And if you keep asking, I'll cut off your air supply, too."

Snorting, Roxanne rolled onto her back. Lucy, she thought, needed to loosen up a bit. Ha. As she caught a glimpse of the book's cover, Roxanne gasped. "Oh, my god, you're reading a book of sex tips."

Lucy slammed her book shut, her cheeks turning redder. "Am not," she squeaked.

Even as she was snickering, Roxanne managed to smirk. She made a grab for it, her towel nearly unfastening itself. She grasped the material closer, making a disapproving sound when Lucy held the book firmly out of her reach. "So..." she said slowly, "I guess it must be getting serious if you're doing research. You'll be shagging him all over the castle in no time, I bet."

With a horrified nose, Lucy clasped the book close to her chest. She wasn't going to let Roxanne get her pervy hands on them. "I most certainly will not."

Snickering, Roxanne got up carefully from the bed to avoid any accidental flashing. "So why are you reading about sex tips, then?" Her full lips twisted into an easy smirk, regarding the redhead's defensive posture. "What have you been up to? You can tell me." She clasped her hands together; with her drying hair starting to frizz out like a halo, she looked almost angelic. "I won't tell anyone."

A crease appeared between Lucy's eyes. "It's not exactly what I've done."

"What d'you mean?" Roxanne raked her fingers through her hair, stepping back towards her own bed to give her cousin a little room to think.

"Well." Lucy puffed out a frustrated breath, more annoyed at herself than anything else. "There's something I want to do, but I don't exactly know how."

"Hmm?" Roxanne tugged her pyjamas out from under her pillow. "Go on."

"He hasn't asked me do it," Lucy added quickly. "But I kind of want to. I just don't know how. It's not really something you can practice and..."

Roxanne waved, trying to catch her attention. "Lucy, sweetheart, it might help if I knew what you were talking about." She gave an encouraging smile. "And if you're old enough to do it, you're old enough to say it." Lucy made a rude gesture at her; Roxanne grinned in response.

Drawing in a steadying breath, Lucy managed to squeeze out, "I'mreadingaboutoralsex."

By covering her mouth, Roxanne managed to smother the worst of her giggles. Lucy glared and it took a moment for Roxanne to compose herself. "You want to give him a blow job."

Scandalised, Lucy gaped. "I wasn't going to put it quite like that."

"How were you going to put it?" Roxanne put on her most saintly expression. "Perform fellatio?"

"It doesn't matter how I was going to put it." Lucy sighed, slipping the book into the top drawer of her bedside cabinet, taking care to hex the drawer afterwards to stop anyone from rifling through her private things. There often seemed to be very little privacy in the Hufflepuff dorms, but there were some things that Lucy just didn't want other people to see. "Like I said, it's not like it's something you can practice."

Roxanne bit her lip. "I wouldn't say that." With a sly smile, she added, "I think I have an idea."

Lucy drew her knees up to her chest, watching Roxanne warily as she held her towel tighter and tugged the key from the top lock of the trunk that sat at the foot of her bed. "What are you doing?" she asked, receiving a waved hand signalling her to be quiet.

Roxanne slid the key into the third hole and pushed open the lid. She grinned to herself, surveying the contents and trying not to fondle any of it in her excitement. This was a part of her trunk that no one got to see, not her cousin or any of their dorm mates, nor even her dad. Especially not her dad as many of the items were pilfered from the joke shop. Some were even taken from the part of the joke shop past the curtain that she was only just old enough to go into without the age line spitting her back out.

Triumphant, Roxanne found what she was looking for and tossed the packet to Lucy. Catching it, Lucy stared at it for a moment before giving a gasp and dropping it. The packet bounced harmlessly on her bed.

"What?" Roxanne asked innocently. "If you're worried about your skills, you can practise on that. Easy peasy."

"Easy peasy?" Lucy repeated, eyes wide. "It's... it's a..."

"It's a cock," Roxanne supplied. "Probably tastes better than one, to be honest, but the size and shape is... average." She waggled her eyebrows. "Unless your boy toy is above average? We could probably use an engorgement charm."

Lucy covered her face with her hands. "You're a nightmare," she groaned. She'd known life would be interesting three minutes after she'd been Sorted into Hufflepuff and her cousin had happily slipped into a seat next to her at the house table. Uncle George had often said that it was Roxanne's mission in life to corrupt as many Hufflepuffs as possible. Roxanne's favourite target was, naturally, her rather bookish cousin.

Steeling herself, Lucy fixed Roxanne with a stern look. "I am not sitting here while you watch me suck on a cock-shaped lollipop."

Roxanne giggled. "You said 'cock'," she teased. After a bit more rummaging in her trunk, Roxanne held up another packet, triumphant. "Look, I've got another one. So we can both have one." She settled herself on Lucy's bed again, ignoring the persistent blush on the redhead's cheeks and grateful once again that she didn't have the standard Weasley complexion. Of course, it was rare that Roxanne found anything to blush about.

"I don't think this is a very good idea," Lucy said, despairing as Roxanne yanked the wrappers off both confectionery cocks and passed her one.

"Nope. It's a brilliant idea." Roxanne licked the side of her lolly; Lucy averted her eyes. "Don't be such a prude," Roxanne scoffed. "What's the worse that can happen? A little too much sugar before bed? It's not the end of the world."

Lucy tried and failed not to roll her eyes. "Rotting teeth is the last thing on my mind right now." She sighed deeply and resigned herself to doing this, taking an experimental lick. It was her shaking fingers, she decided, that made it seem as though the length of candy was quivering against her tongue.

Roxanne pulled her lollipop from her mouth with a plop after a few moments, waving it at Lucy. "You have to actually give it a suck. That's the whole point." The glare she received made this whole endeavour more than worth it.

Sighing again, Lucy somewhat reluctantly closed her lips around the candy. She closed her eyes trying to concentrate on what she was doing and not on her present company because, frankly, sitting here doing this with Roxanne was a little disturbing if she thought too much about it. The actual sucking wasn't too bad, she supposed, even if it was a little awkward for her to get her mouth around the whole thing. Was that normal? How much, exactly, was she supposed to be able to fit in there, anyway?

It wasn't her fingers shaking that made it seem to tremble in her mouth; Lucy realised this a moment before the lolly seemed to burst, a salty-sweet goo flooding her mouth. She choked for a moment before swallowing on instinct with a surprised squeak. As the candy dissolved, Lucy heard Roxanne make a similar noise and opened her eyes to see the creamy filling dribbling down Roxanne's chin.

The absurdity of it all overwhelmed Lucy and she started to giggle. Roxanne chuckled, but when their eyes met they both gasped in horror. Lucy gave a whimper, pressing her thighs together and her fingers curling into the bed covers. For once, Roxanne's dark cheeks were flushed and she bolted, disappearing behind the curtains of her four-poster.

Lucy let out a shaky breath. She felt as though her whole body was blushing, heat spreading all over. Pressing her thighs together didn't seem to help, not with these urges mounting. She pursed her lips, exhaling through her noise. The unexpected way the lollies had 'finished' didn't seem all that odd for a Wheeze in hindsight, but this? She hadn't seen this coming.

Just the word 'coming' sent her mind reeling into all sorts of places. It wouldn't take much to tug the curtains around her bed and yank off her nightdress. The soft, well-worn material was chafing her nipples; Lucy stroked a tentative hand across her breast and bit her lip, sure that she had never been that sensitive. Her hand stopped when she heard a low groan from the direction of Roxanne's bed, then a series of short, sharp gasps before silence.

Still biting her lip, Lucy's fingers absently stroked gently over her nipples and she anxiously swallowed back a moan. Roxanne was touching herself, wasn't she? She'd just come, if Lucy had to guess. All she'd been wearing was that towel, so she'd probably just let it slip off. Lucy shifted uncomfortably, feeling as though her knickers were getting soaked through.

Oh, this had to wear off soon, didn't it? Lucy stretched forward, reaching for one of the discarded wrappers. She turned it over to look at the writing on the back, her free hand hitching up the hem of her nightdress and slipping into her knickers. Realising what she was doing, Lucy stilled her hand but quickly decided that it was far easier just to go with it if she had any hope of reading the packaging. She simply didn't have enough concentration to focus on reading and trying to stop herself from masturbating. Her fingers slid easily over her clit and Lucy let out a shuddering breath.

She went cross-eyed for a moment, then managed to focus on the words before her. "Stimulate..." Lucy quickly found the solution to the problem, but it wasn't one that she liked. Giving a frustrated sort for shriek, she clambered up from her bed, one hand still down her knickers as she went over to Roxanne's bed. She knelt down and immediately lost her train of thought. Legs spreading, Lucy's fingers worked her clit and she came with a yelp. She had a moment of hope as the pleasant sensations coursed through her body before the tension and need started to mount again.

"Where's the antidote?" she wailed, flipping open the lid of Roxanne's trunk. Despairing of her cousin's lack of organisation skills, Lucy started tossing things out of the trunk with her free hand. There was no way Uncle George would have made anything like this without there being some sort of antidote. As reckless as he could be, he wasn't wholly irresponsible. Getting no response, Lucy thumped the side of the trunk. "Roxanne!"

"What... what antidote?" Roxanne choked from behind the curtain.

"The antidote! To get rid of this!" Nearly hysterical, Lucy was saved from shrieking as she came again, shuddering and nearly biting her lip hard enough to draw blood. "There has to be an antidote in here somewhere."

Roxanne yanked back the curtain around her bed, eyes wide and, as Lucy had thought, naked. "There isn't. I didn't know there was an antidote."

"Oh, Merlin." Lucy's head tipped back as she let out a long breath which was intended to calm herself down. Anything to stop herself from staring at Roxanne's enviably full breasts. "Didn't you read the label?"

"I thought they were just lollies."

Glaring, Lucy snapped, "Since when is anything in your dad's shop exactly what it looks like?" She whimpered, realising that she didn't want to know if Uncle George had modelled the lollies on anyone in particular.

"Oh, fuck. What can we do?"

Lucy looked up in time to see Roxanne climax. The sight sent a pang through Lucy and she shifted to clamp her thighs together, tight enough to stop her hand from moving. "The wrapper says mutual gratification."

"Mutual?"

"Mmm." Lucy's free hand palmed her breast, thumb stroking over the clothed nipple. "Do you really need a dictionary definition right now?"

Roxanne swallowed. "Not really." Breathing heavily, she tried to reach for Lucy. "Come on, then."

"Come on... what?"

"Let's get this over with." Roxanne looked down at her through heavily-lidded eyes. "Unless you can stop stirring the cauldron for long enough to write to my dad. And wait for the owl to get to London. And..."

Lucy growled in the back of her throat, a noise of desperation. "I get your point. But this is so wrong."

"But it could feel so right," Roxanne teased with a smirk that was made all the more lascivious by the view Lucy had of her fingering herself.

"How can you joke at a time like this?" Lucy demanded, managing to get up from the floor. Roxanne helped her a surprisingly strong hand grasping her upper arm before Roxanne drew the curtains once more.

"If I don't joke, I think I might explode," Roxanne whispered, her breath hot against Lucy's face in such close proximity. She tugged impatiently at Lucy's knickers. "Get these off," she complained. Lucy didn't protest, not with the very desirable prospect of this being over soon. She was ready to do just about anything to end this torture.

"They're nice," Roxanne commented, trying to draw Lucy's nightdress up over her head. "Wicked Witch?"

"Yeah." Lucy tossed them haphazardly to the foot of the bed. "They were on sale. Five pairs for a galleon."

"Nice." Grinning for a moment, her eyes bright, her hand slipped boldly between Lucy's legs. She faltered a moment later, though, when her fingers met the slick skin there. "Oh, fuck a duck," she murmured.

Lucy's eyes slammed shut. If she were the sort to swear, she might have echoed Roxanne's sentiment. She normally found swearing vulgar, but right now it was probably acceptable. This, however, didn't occur to her as she tried to surrender to the sensations in a bid to end them.

"Hey," Roxanne complained. "You said mutual. I fucking well know what mutual means."

"Oh." Her touch far more tentative than Roxanne's, Lucy reached out. She tried to concentrate on what normally got her off, but her fingers started to move more erratically as she felt a coiling sensation start to tighten inside her.

Her forehead resting against Lucy's, Roxanne took Lucy's wrist with her free hand, pushing her hand back and murmuring instructions until Lucy's fingers pressed up inside her. Roxanne rocked her hips, riding her fingers and more desperate to get off than she ever had been before.

"Rox," Lucy whined, barely able to breathe. "I'm, I'm..."

Roxanne grunted. "Go on, then." She arched her back, bare breasts brushing against Lucy's; that was the redhead's undoing. She came almost silently, shivering and narrowly avoiding banging her head against Roxanne's. Roxanne was decidedly less quiet, nearly shrieking. Lucy gasped as she felt her tighten around her fingers.

Lucy gave her a shove on the shoulder when she had caught her breath. "I'm never eating anything you offer me ever again."

"Not even if I read the label?"

"Not even then."