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WISHLISTS: The Morning After (Daphne/Ginny)
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Recipient:flipflop_diva
Title: The Morning After
Pairing: Daphne/Ginny
Request/Prompt Used: One-night stands becoming something more
Rating: R (language and suggested sexual content)
Word Count/Art Medium: 891
Summary: It’s just another one night stand for Ginny before Daphne calls her out for it.
Ginny moans as she cracks open an eyelid and takes in the sunlight coming through the open bedroom window.
It must have been the gin. It was always the gin. People thought it was cute that out of all the alcohol in the world, the one she had a taste for was gin.
And it was starting to become a problem. Three one night stands in a week with four different girls wasn’t something she particularly wanted to brag about, even if the sex was mindblowingly awesome.
Now it was four one night stands and five different girls if her senses were to be believed along with the rather attractive feminine looking foot sticking out from under her comforter.
She cautiously and carefully raises a hand and lets it fall on the other side of the bed, feeling a definitely feminine ass underneath.
“Wassisit,” a feminine voice Ginny knew but couldn’t identify moans into a pillow.
“Time to wake up,” Ginny groans, wishing she was still asleep, or drunk. Either was preferable to being hungover.
“Don’t wanna,” Daphne Greengrass moaned, obviously as hungover as Ginny.
“I think its daytime, Daphne,” Ginny announces as she valiantly tries to sit up. She doesn’t care that she’s naked and the nauseous feeling in the pit of her stomach doesn’t bother her either. What she’s going to do with Daphne is a different matter entirely as she has the vague memory of simply ripping her dress off her body as soon as they got through the door.
A quick glance at the floor confirms this and Ginny hopes she can fix it, though part of her isn’t in any particular rush. Daphne was more then a handful in bed and, much to Ginny’s delight, a screamer. She’s no sadist but she loves it when they start barking orders and doing thinks like spanking her ass or pulling her hair.
That was one of the reasons it didn’t work with Harry, he was too timid. Well, that and the realization that Ginny was a full blown lesbian. So now Harry was happily screwing every straight witch he could get into bed while Ginny screwed the ones who weren’t. Occasionally they shared the ones that went both ways, like Luna, but those were few and far between.
Finally, Daphne stirs herself and manages to sit up, the sheets gracefully falling from what Ginny considers to be the most beautiful tits she’s ever seen. She could do things to them and with them for her entire life and she’d never get tired.
“What,” Daphne asked. “Have I got something on me?”
“Sorry,” Ginny mutters as she tears her gaze away from Daphne’s beautiful cleavage. “Still waking up.”
“Oh, so you don’t want to keep on humping me into oblivion and then some,” Daphne asks.
“I do,” Ginny concedes. “But I think coffee is in order first. And then breakfast.”
“And read the Sunday paper in bed,” Daphne asks. “Maybe a walk in the park followed by a quiet, romantic dinner? You aren’t fooling anyone Weasley. Let’s clean ourselves up and get back to the hot and heavy shagging.”
“Am I really that transparent,” Ginny can’t help but ask in a meek and timid voice.
“Honey,” Daphne answers, her voice dripping heavily with Slytherin sarcasm, “if you were any more transparent, you’d be a ghost. What’s got into you, Weasley? You were never like this at Hogwarts.”
“I don’t know,” Ginny mutters, “I guess my brother getting killed at Hogwarts and breaking up with Harry, there’s not much left in my life worth holding onto anymore. I mean, I still have Quidditch, but that doesn’t make you laugh and it certainly isn’t something you can hold onto when you cry yourself to sleep at night.”
“So you’re just spending your nights with meaningless one night stands,” Astoria asks. “Don’t get me wrong, Weasley, the sex is fantastic. But even that isn’t enough, not even for you.”
“Then why don’t you give me a reason to stop” Ginny bitterly demands. “I’m sure my liver would be immensely grateful.”
“Alright, Weasley,” Daphne says as she gets out of bed and giving Ginny an excellent view of her perfectly formed arse, “first thing we’re going to do is get you cleaned up. Then we’re going to have a nice, hearty breakfast. Then, if you’ve been a good little girl, I’ll take you for a walk in the park where we can have a nice, honest, heart to heart talk.”
“And why would I do all that,” Ginny asks with more interest then suspicion.
“Because I’ve been invited to Sunday dinner at my parents,” Daphne announces, “and I can’t wait to their faces when they find out I’m dating a blood-traitor.”
“Dating,” Ginny exclaims. “When did we start dating? All we did was shag.”
“Yes, Weasley,” Daphne explains as if talking to a child, “we did shag. But that was after you let me tattoo my name on your arse. I own you, sweetheart and I’m never letting you go. You really need to cut down on the gin, Gin-Gin.”
Fighting down the urge to run to the full length mirror she keeps on her bedroom door to see if said tattoo actually exists, Ginny can only sigh in resignation.
“Alright,” Ginny concedes, “but only because the pub is closed on Sunday nights.”
plaidphoenixRecipient:
flipflop_divaTitle: The Morning After
Pairing: Daphne/Ginny
Request/Prompt Used: One-night stands becoming something more
Rating: R (language and suggested sexual content)
Word Count/Art Medium: 891
Summary: It’s just another one night stand for Ginny before Daphne calls her out for it.
Ginny moans as she cracks open an eyelid and takes in the sunlight coming through the open bedroom window.
It must have been the gin. It was always the gin. People thought it was cute that out of all the alcohol in the world, the one she had a taste for was gin.
And it was starting to become a problem. Three one night stands in a week with four different girls wasn’t something she particularly wanted to brag about, even if the sex was mindblowingly awesome.
Now it was four one night stands and five different girls if her senses were to be believed along with the rather attractive feminine looking foot sticking out from under her comforter.
She cautiously and carefully raises a hand and lets it fall on the other side of the bed, feeling a definitely feminine ass underneath.
“Wassisit,” a feminine voice Ginny knew but couldn’t identify moans into a pillow.
“Time to wake up,” Ginny groans, wishing she was still asleep, or drunk. Either was preferable to being hungover.
“Don’t wanna,” Daphne Greengrass moaned, obviously as hungover as Ginny.
“I think its daytime, Daphne,” Ginny announces as she valiantly tries to sit up. She doesn’t care that she’s naked and the nauseous feeling in the pit of her stomach doesn’t bother her either. What she’s going to do with Daphne is a different matter entirely as she has the vague memory of simply ripping her dress off her body as soon as they got through the door.
A quick glance at the floor confirms this and Ginny hopes she can fix it, though part of her isn’t in any particular rush. Daphne was more then a handful in bed and, much to Ginny’s delight, a screamer. She’s no sadist but she loves it when they start barking orders and doing thinks like spanking her ass or pulling her hair.
That was one of the reasons it didn’t work with Harry, he was too timid. Well, that and the realization that Ginny was a full blown lesbian. So now Harry was happily screwing every straight witch he could get into bed while Ginny screwed the ones who weren’t. Occasionally they shared the ones that went both ways, like Luna, but those were few and far between.
Finally, Daphne stirs herself and manages to sit up, the sheets gracefully falling from what Ginny considers to be the most beautiful tits she’s ever seen. She could do things to them and with them for her entire life and she’d never get tired.
“What,” Daphne asked. “Have I got something on me?”
“Sorry,” Ginny mutters as she tears her gaze away from Daphne’s beautiful cleavage. “Still waking up.”
“Oh, so you don’t want to keep on humping me into oblivion and then some,” Daphne asks.
“I do,” Ginny concedes. “But I think coffee is in order first. And then breakfast.”
“And read the Sunday paper in bed,” Daphne asks. “Maybe a walk in the park followed by a quiet, romantic dinner? You aren’t fooling anyone Weasley. Let’s clean ourselves up and get back to the hot and heavy shagging.”
“Am I really that transparent,” Ginny can’t help but ask in a meek and timid voice.
“Honey,” Daphne answers, her voice dripping heavily with Slytherin sarcasm, “if you were any more transparent, you’d be a ghost. What’s got into you, Weasley? You were never like this at Hogwarts.”
“I don’t know,” Ginny mutters, “I guess my brother getting killed at Hogwarts and breaking up with Harry, there’s not much left in my life worth holding onto anymore. I mean, I still have Quidditch, but that doesn’t make you laugh and it certainly isn’t something you can hold onto when you cry yourself to sleep at night.”
“So you’re just spending your nights with meaningless one night stands,” Astoria asks. “Don’t get me wrong, Weasley, the sex is fantastic. But even that isn’t enough, not even for you.”
“Then why don’t you give me a reason to stop” Ginny bitterly demands. “I’m sure my liver would be immensely grateful.”
“Alright, Weasley,” Daphne says as she gets out of bed and giving Ginny an excellent view of her perfectly formed arse, “first thing we’re going to do is get you cleaned up. Then we’re going to have a nice, hearty breakfast. Then, if you’ve been a good little girl, I’ll take you for a walk in the park where we can have a nice, honest, heart to heart talk.”
“And why would I do all that,” Ginny asks with more interest then suspicion.
“Because I’ve been invited to Sunday dinner at my parents,” Daphne announces, “and I can’t wait to their faces when they find out I’m dating a blood-traitor.”
“Dating,” Ginny exclaims. “When did we start dating? All we did was shag.”
“Yes, Weasley,” Daphne explains as if talking to a child, “we did shag. But that was after you let me tattoo my name on your arse. I own you, sweetheart and I’m never letting you go. You really need to cut down on the gin, Gin-Gin.”
Fighting down the urge to run to the full length mirror she keeps on her bedroom door to see if said tattoo actually exists, Ginny can only sigh in resignation.
“Alright,” Ginny concedes, “but only because the pub is closed on Sunday nights.”
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Loved the little details about Ginny liking gin and Luna swinging both ways!
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