Title: Rubbed The Right Way [Parvati/Lavender]
Fandom: Harry Potter
Rating/Warnings: NC-17 for some explicit girl-rubbing.
Summary: Lavender and Parvati are less into rubbing balls and more into
each other.
A/N: Written for the Pornish_Pixies Femmeslash challenge. This isn't
what you would call a stylistic triumph.
Parvati loved spring at Hogwarts. She loved the
strange flowers in the greenhouses, and the fresh air blowing through
the castle, and the ceiling of the Great Hall imitating the spring
thunderstorms, all eerie green and the smell of lightning ozone.
At the moment, however, what she liked most of all
was the way the sun was beating through the windows of Trelawny's tower
room, making everything in the room sticky with spring humidity. Making
Lavender shed her robes and her shirt cling to her back. Making her
slide her tie loose and unbutton the top few buttons of her shirt,
which meant that Parvati had a very good view of the soft rise of her
breasts as Lavender bent over to polish one of the crystal balls.
"You're supposed to be cleaning yours as well,"
Lavender teased, waving her polishing rag in the direction of Parvati's
own crystal, which was covered in fingerprints and smudges still.
Parvati opened her mouth to retort, but then got distracted by the way
the ends of Lavender's hair was curling in the humidity, the way the
next button down on her shirt was starting to slip free, the way her
lower lip was a bit chapped because Lavender always chewed it when she
concentrated, and Parvati's mouth just stayed open in the end.
Lavender let out an 'Eep!' of surprise when Parvati
darted around the table she was standing behind and pressed Lavender
back against her own table, smoothing her humidity-curls with one hand
and urging the suggestive button to finish what it started with the
other hand. She smoothed Lavender's abused lip with the tip of her
tongue, and hummed in triumph when Lavender' mouth fell open with a
soft sigh.
Parvati didn't stop with one button, but slid the
rest of them free in quick succession before dispatching with
Lavender's bra clasp as well. Not bothering to move anything further
than to push it just enough out of the way, Parvati dropped her hands
to Lavender's hips and urged her up to sit on the edge of the table,
hearing a soft clink as Lavender's back jostled her crystal ball in
it's holder. Parvati bent her head to lick the top of a breast, the
salt of Lavender's sweat stinging her tongue pleasantly, her hands
still pressing warmly against the place where Lavender's skirt gave way
to winter-pale thighs.
Lavender arched against Parvati's deliberate
teasing, arching her back to bring lips closer to her nipple, already
tightening. Smirking, Parvati licked and nipped Lavender's breasts
everywhere but her nipples, ignoring the other girl's pleading gasps
until Lavender was writhing at every touch. Finally she relented,
dipping her head the last inch to suck one of Lavender's nipples into
her mouth, rolling the nub between her lips and flicking her tongue
against the tip. When Lavender moaned and raised her hips against
Parvati's hands, Parvati had to press her thighs together against a
throb of her own arousal.
Meanwhile, Parvati's hands had slid under Lavender's
skirt and were flexing palms against the smooth skin beneath them,
creeping slowly higher. Expecting to encounter elastic at any moment,
Parvati's eyes widened in surprise when she felt only the bare crease
of where Lavender's thighs met her stomach, hair brushing the sides of
Parvati's fingers. Letting Lavender's abused breast slide out of her
mouth, Parvati looked up to find Lavender grinning.
"I wondered how long it would take you to notice,"
she said, pressing up against Parvati's palms. "I think every boy in
the castle noticed before you, I nearly had to beat Seamus off with a
stick this morning."
"Slut," Parvati growled with affection. Lavender
spread her thighs in reply, urging Parvati on with hooded eyes. Parvati
slipped one hand down to brush against the rough hair, taking her time
as punishment for Lavender's teasing, twisting it into damp curls with
her fingers.
Lavender arched and begged, but Parvati held her
firmly down against the table with her other hand and continued
exploring at the same deliberate pace, now sliding fingers against the
outside of Lavender's slick folds, until Lavender was nearly weeping
with frustration. Parvati imagined her own panties were probably soaked
through by the time she finally slid two fingers into Lavender,
wrenching another moan from her. Her thumb settled on the bud of flesh
above Lavender's entrance, pressing in lazy circles that matched the
twisting of her fingers inside Lavender.
Lavender thrust greedily against her hand, breasts
heaving, and Lavender dipped her head to suck a nipple into her mouth
again, biting a little harder this time, feeling a rush of pleasure at
the knowledge that she was leaving marks on Lavender's breasts. Parvati
pressed in harder with her thumb, bringing her fingers up to press
against the same spot from the inside, marveling at how Lavender was so
tight that she could still feel the press of slick flesh on all sides
of her fingers.
Lavender came around Parvati's hand, the clench of
her drawing Parvati in almost to her knuckles. When Lavender's body had
relaxed at last, Parvati slid her hand out and released Lavender's
nipple so that she could lick the salt off her fingers. Glancing up at
Lavender from under lashes, Parvati felt heat shoot straight under her
skirt at Lavender's feral expression.
Lavender slid off the table and pushed Parvati
backwards, making her stumble into one of the armchairs right next to
the table. Dropping to her knees and pushing Parvati's skirt up without
pretext, Lavender pushed Parvati's knees apart and slid in between, the
chair putting Parvati at exactly the right height for Lavender to tug
aside her soaked panties and run her tongue along Parvati's slit.
Parvati threw her head back against the chair and
swore as Lavender's tongue slid into her, clenching the plush armrests
of the chair with shaking fingers. Lavender was humming with pleasure,
Parvati could feel the vibration of the cheeks against her thighs and
of the tongue inside her. Parvati stretched her legs farther apart to
urge Lavender closer, deeper, faster, and when Lavender slipped fingers
into the folds above her lips and twisted exactly the right spot, a
desperate oh fuck was the only warning before she saw stars.
Parvati basked in the supreme lethargy of afterglow
as Lavender crawled up into her lap and snuggled against her, leaning
down to taste herself on Lavender's tongue.
*******
"Thank you for staying after to clean the crystal
balls," Trelawny said to them the next day at the beginning of class,
smiling vaguely. "Lavender's in particular has been rubbed absolutely
spotless."
"We have our methods," Parvati answered, suppressing
a smile at Lavender's blush.
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