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Ginny’s fingers are laced through Luna’s hair and Luna doesn’t think there’s a single hex that could undo them as they tug her head back allowing Ginny free reign to lick at her throat and nibble her ear lobe. Ginny is almost cruel as she taunts and teases, her free hand taking a leisurely tour of Luna’s body never staying in any one place quite as long as Luna would like.
But then Ginny’s hand comes free of Luna’s hair and she’s shoving her roughly backwards into the old oak tree behind them. Luna feels the wind knocked out of her as she falls back against the bark; it’s further away than she’d thought. There’s no time to get her breath back though because Ginny’s tongue is lapping at her mouth, pushing deeper and harder whilst her hands work at stripping away Luna’s robes.
Her flesh prickles at the sensation of cool hair against her skin and she feels herself flush as Ginny cups a breast with her hand and trails her tongue in circles around Luna’s nipple. She arches against her and moves to return the favour but Ginny stops her, pins her arms above her head with one hand and continues her attentions with the other. Luna can’t help but wonder where Ginny learnt to do that but she doesn’t ask.
Ginny licks her way back up to Luna’s neck, running her tongue over the sensitive spot behind her ear and finally tracing her way to her mouth. She nibbles Luna’s lip but Luna’s thoughts are on the hand that is rubbing against the soft cotton of her knickers. As Ginny rubs the fabric against her clit, Luna moans into her mouth and wonders if it’s always like this, on the edge of something but not quite sure what.
Ginny doesn’t waste anytime, she wriggles Luna out of her knickers and strokes a finger over her clit. The air makes Luna shudder and Ginny smiles, kisses her way down Luna’s body until she’s tasting Luna’s sex. Luna’s arms fall to her sides and she threads a hand through Ginny’s hair as she arches against her. One, then two fingers slip inside her. Ginny’s other hand is pressing just beneath her stomach and Luna thinks she might scream. Whatever Ginny’s doing, it feels far better than what little she’s done herself.
Ginny pumps hard with her fingers, pushing them in to the knuckle and hitting Luna in all the right places. She sucks and nibbles at her clit and smiles to herself as Luna’s breathless moans become increasingly louder until they stop altogether and Luna is arched against her face, unmoving.
“Oh, Merlin.” Luna gasps at last and realises that it won’t always be like this because next time she’ll know what she’s on the edge of.
