LMoM Day 9: Peorth Title: Peorth Author:rose_whispers Rating: R Pairing: Remus/Ginny Kink(s): feather play, fingering Challenge: Lusty Month of May 2008 Word Count: 1045 Summary: Crack, AU in that various deaths and marriages brought about by DH are ignored here. Remus has angered his lover, and Ginny takes action to put things right. Or at least, weird and different. A/N: Today's rune prompt is Peorth: "a question mark because in modern times we have no way of knowing its exact nature...something hidden away that is about to surface... positive connotations, implying that the secret about to be revealed will be helpful or pleasant" (Horik Svensson's The Runes). Thanks to Lia for the beta!
Dedicated to Neil Patrick Harris
A knock on the door prompted Remus to look up from his manuscript. "Come in," he called, placing his parchment to the side. The whole chapter on the constituents of werewolf saliva had to be rewritten anyway.
The door swung open to reveal a young lady, her auburn hair swept into a hip-length ponytail, her eyes sparkling with annoyance.
"Miss Weasley," Remus said, rising to his feet and beckoning her with his quill to come inside his study. "I must say, I'm surprised to see it's you."
With a haughty toss of her ponytail, Ginny leaned against the mahogany door frame. "And why would that be, Professor Lupin?"
He blinked. Well, he hadn't been expecting that tone. Ambling around his desk, he said, "Because you never knock anymore. And sine when a I 'Professor'? It's been rather a number of years since you've called me that. You're not still angry, are you?" As if to offset any possible fury that might be lurking within the deceptively small young woman, he reached out with his quill and tickled her chin with its large black plume.
She batted it away. "Angry, Remus? Me? Why should I be angry, when I'm only the person you said makes you feel like you're using cinnamon dental floss every time you give her head."
Remus willed away the flush that sprang to his cheeks. He still wasn't entirely used to the candid way she spoke of such things. "That was a joke. A poor one, but a joke nonetheless."
"No, really, I got the message," she said, her tone colder than he'd ever heard it. "The werewolf with the hairiest forearms I've ever seen, who, every month, becomes absolutely covered with fur, finds a natural pussy distasteful."
"You did not just say pussy, did you?"
"That's all you have to say to me?"
He shook his head. "I do apologize, Ginny. I don't have a problem, really. It was a flippant comment when you were, er, vulnerable."
"Naked and recovering from an cunnilingus-induced orgasm, you mean?" She sighed. "Well, I thought I'd come and tell you it's all over."
He dropped the quill in surprise. "Ginny! Come on, you can't be that angry!"
In a fluid movement, she let her robes slip from her shoulders. They pooled about her feet, revealing that she wore absolutely nothing underneath. Aaaah, freckles, he thought. It was always his first thought when he saw her naked. But just now it wasn't the galaxies of freckles covering her body that demanded his attention.
"What I meant was, this pubic hair in your teeth issue is over," she said, and he realised for the first time that he'd mistaken the glitter in her eyes for malice when it was really barely veiled laughter. She giggled helplessly. "Do you like it?"
"Like it? I've.... never seen anything like it before," he said, staring openly at the apex of her thighs. Almost all of the hair had been removed, leaving most of her sex bare, putting on displaying her lovely pink lips, hinting at the place where her clit was hidden. Only, she hadn't had all the hair removed. She'd left a thatch in a very distinctive shape.
And then, even more remarkably, the shape of the creature she'd had her hair waxed into stamped its front hoof and tossed its head. She giggled again. "Come on, Remus, care to ride my unicorn?"
"Terrible," Remus chided, bending to retrieve his quill from the floor. "Absolutely dreadful joke." He ran the quill's feather between her breasts, delighting at the way her breath caught.
"Then we're even," she retorted, holding perfectly still. He wiggled the feather's tip over her left nipple with infuriatingly light strokes, only just letting her feel it. She squirmed a little, her chin held defiantly high. Circling the nipple, he ran the fingers of his other hand through the unicorn-shaped patch of hair. The unicorn pranced in place and Ginny shivered.
The grin on Remus' face was positively wicked as he danced the quill upward even as he slipped his fingers downward. The skin of her vulva was so smooth, so soft it felt like velvet. He stroked her gently, one finger on either side of her slit as he traced the line of her neck with the feather.
"Oh. Oh, Remus, that's..."
"Are we a little more sensitive than usual?" he teased, petting and tickling simultaneously. She writhed beneath his hands.
"Yes, oh. Very much so." Her pupils were dilated and she arched between his hands, between the different sensations.
He stilled the feather for a moment as he concentrated on her folds, stroking and playing with the exposed skin. She whimpered softly, pushing herself against his hand, demanding more. The unicorn danced in agitation too. After a fully drawn out minute, he acquiesced, sliding his finger upward until he found the nub of her clit. His fingertip was slippery with her arousal, and she moaned as he made contact. Slowly at first, and then building up his speed, he first circled her clit and then attacked directly, rubbing her without stop. He loved listening to her moans and half-whispered pleas for more and harder and now. He squeezed her clit lightly between thumb and forefinger, and at the same time renewed his assault with the feather against her ticklish neck. Her moan of pleasure became a surprised, uncontrollable laugh. He'd never heard her make such a noise before, so he did it again.
Ginny was flushed, caught between groans and giggles as he see-sawed her between tickling and torturous pleasure. He was merciless, playing with her exposed skin, sending mixed, delicious signals singing along her nerves. When she came, she came with drawn out cry of ecstasy punctuated with a volley of giggles. Her knees gave out and she began to slump against the wall but he caught her in his arms.
"All right there, Miss Weasley?" he asked, amused and aroused all at once.
"You," she managed as she caught her breath. "Ride. Unicorn. Now."
"As my lady wishes," he laughed, sweeping her slight body up in his arms and carrying her out of th study. This was one demand he had no problem obeying.