Irma laughed again; Will thought she looked quite deliciously impish when she did. Guh, I approve. Laughter does funny things to me.
The impish dimples deepened. "Come to the library and find out." Impish dimples. Oh, you wench. (Thank you!)
Will couldn't stop reading them, not even the ones that tried to tell her she was unnatural. Oh, I'm excited just being in her mind as she works through these moments. I remember my first crop of books that mentioned homosexuality (and especially lesbianism) - it was glorious!
Apparently Will wasn't the only witch who looked at other women and felt what men felt. *Smiles.* This story is beautiful.
"I do," she whispered, nuzzling the skin at the base of Will's ear. "Very much." From this point on, I am dead.
"Not manly in the same way you are, no. But there are many different ways for us to be." ♥
...Irma showing Will yet another kind of satiny softness, the kind that her thighs opened to reveal. You are a Goddess. (I don't normally quote the more steamy lines out of embarrassment, but that connection to her previous apparel and the slow reveal to match the action is glorious. Wonderful sentence.)
The sound of that word on Irma's lips. . . Will thought she might expire on the spot. With you there, Will. Not sure the word 'fuck' has ever been so frank, beautiful, tantalising and charming all at once.
It was ridged and thick and, well, purple... Purple. *Grins.* Perfect.
"Oh, yes, here," she said, rather breathlessly. "I've always wanted to. . .in the library. . ." ... brain powered down
Only when they were both sated, their breathing returning to normal, the sweat cooling nicely on their skin, did the pages fade to blankness. Fucking wizarding books. You are a genius.
"It would take a lot of research," Irma said solemnly. That received a laugh out loud.
Will nodded, equally solemn. "Yes, it would. A systematic study into orgasmic expenditure." Ahahahahahaha. Also, glad my brain is back on. Guh to hah in four seconds flat...
But she knew what Wilhelmina Grubbly-Plank felt. She felt damned good. Excellent ending to a brilliant piece. This is superb! I've been blaming tetleythesecond for how hard I've fallen for Will(a) over the last year and a half, but this further affection will just have to be your fault. (Of course I can take no blame regarding my own interests, how silly.) Fantastic pacing, spot-on characterisation, brilliant character voices, hot as ten hells and brilliantly entertaining to boot! You are an absolute wonder.
Guh, I approve. Laughter does funny things to me.
The impish dimples deepened. "Come to the library and find out."
Impish dimples. Oh, you wench. (Thank you!)
Will couldn't stop reading them, not even the ones that tried to tell her she was unnatural.
Oh, I'm excited just being in her mind as she works through these moments. I remember my first crop of books that mentioned homosexuality (and especially lesbianism) - it was glorious!
Apparently Will wasn't the only witch who looked at other women and felt what men felt.
*Smiles.* This story is beautiful.
"I do," she whispered, nuzzling the skin at the base of Will's ear. "Very much."
From this point on, I am dead.
"Not manly in the same way you are, no. But there are many different ways for us to be."
♥
...Irma showing Will yet another kind of satiny softness, the kind that her thighs opened to reveal.
You are a Goddess. (I don't normally quote the more steamy lines out of embarrassment, but that connection to her previous apparel and the slow reveal to match the action is glorious. Wonderful sentence.)
The sound of that word on Irma's lips. . . Will thought she might expire on the spot.
With you there, Will. Not sure the word 'fuck' has ever been so frank, beautiful, tantalising and charming all at once.
It was ridged and thick and, well, purple...
Purple. *Grins.* Perfect.
"Oh, yes, here," she said, rather breathlessly. "I've always wanted to. . .in the library. . ."
... brain powered down
Only when they were both sated, their breathing returning to normal, the sweat cooling nicely on their skin, did the pages fade to blankness.
Fucking wizarding books. You are a genius.
"It would take a lot of research," Irma said solemnly.
That received a laugh out loud.
Will nodded, equally solemn. "Yes, it would. A systematic study into orgasmic expenditure."
Ahahahahahaha. Also, glad my brain is back on. Guh to hah in four seconds flat...
But she knew what Wilhelmina Grubbly-Plank felt. She felt damned good.
Excellent ending to a brilliant piece. This is superb! I've been blaming