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Prompt(s) Used: naughty book/erotic story reading party
Characters/Pairings: Lavender/Ginny
Word Count: 435
Content/Warnings: Public masterbation
Additional Notes: I make no apologies for bad poetry.
Only a few candles gifted the room their flicking flames, shrouding the occupants in greyness. She made her way to a particularly shadowed corner and settled into the chair awaiting the reader. A woman stepped onto the stages moments after she was comfortable and Ginny recognized her with a slight shock. The low light dimmed even further, hiding the scars on Lavender's ravaged face.
She cleared her throat, the Sonorous spell a mere whisper on the air before she began to recite. Her voice was low and husky. The sound reached out and wrapped itself around Ginny before the recitation could even begin to entice her.
"Your hands on my skin, tracing the words we dare not speak. The meanings come across loud and clear with each gentle caress."
The timbre, quietly feminine yet deep and low, made her quiver in her seat. Her hands clench in her robes, bunching the material between her fingers, the blunt tips of her nails digging into her flesh as she tried to hold off.
"Lips enhance the gentle flow of emotion, accented by each stroke of the hand. Teeth punctuate each whisper, bringing our reality into sharp relief."
Words, like magic, flowed into the room, whispering sweet nothings for everyone to join her giving Ginny no choice but to comply. The beauty of the combination stole her breath and she denied herself no longer. Robes slid up her thighs, exposing pale skin to the air. She shivered, even as Lavender continued to speak, and she sighed when her fingers glanced over damp skin. Between her folds, she slipped, pressed cool fingers against the warm flesh.
Slow, deliberate movements in cadence with Lavender's voice brought Ginny closer to orgasm. Her breath sped, but just like the words, kept her pace slow and deliberate. She pressed deeper, rocking in the seat to the rhythm Lavender began. She closed her eyes, fingers steadily pushing her to the final climax and yet she focused on the sounds of her breath as Lavender gave the final lines.
"The poetry of our embrace, forever written on our skin as you and I come closer, joining together and made one."
She gasped, dampness spreading across her fingers as the rest of the audience snapped their appreciation. She looked up and found Lavender's eyes on her. She breathed heavily, her smile lazy, and she nodded at Ginny as if she'd finished along with her. The room darkened fully and yet Ginny could still feel her gaze upon her skin. She jumped when a hand touched her shoulder.
"Join Lavender backstage, miss?"
"Yes," she breathed and stood.