Hooch/Pomfrey femslash. Characters are copyright J.K. Rowling.
A sweet little drabble previously posted on my LiveJournal.
In my seventh year I took a girl to the Yule dance. We both dressed up; she wore sleek, filmy green robes that shimmered in the candlelight. My robe was straight, black, and mannish, worn over a shirt and tie, to play up the role I had taken in the relationship. We looked quite lovely together. But it got awkward when we got on the dance floor; either we were both trying to lead, or neither of us was. Eventually we gave it up, and just sat along the wall drinking punch and feeling silly.
Come to think of it, that's a good metaphor for how that love affair turned out.
At any rate, I thought having sex with Poppy would be much the same, with both of us awkwardly trying to lead and submit at the same time. Not that I ever thought of her as butch at all, but she is a bit of a control freak, at least in her domain, the infirmary. Me? I just know what I want, and I go for it.
I didn't expect her to relax so easily, to give herself up so completely to me. She seemed relieved to have someone else make the decisions for once, so it was me that decided when to move from kissing to petting, when to undress, how much to tease before really getting into it.
She's gloriously ticklish, by the way.
And her body matches her face, rounded and white with pink blushes in the most opportune places.
What was I saying? Oh, yes. There was, however, one concession she insisted upon. We were on her bed, covers and pillows already being shoved to the floor, or crumpled up against the wall. She extricated herself from a kiss and crawled away from my nude body, lust-drunk and giggling.
"Where do you think you're going?" I asked, reaching for her retreating hind end.
"Just a minute, I'm getting a towel. To put under us. So no one has to lie in the wet spot afterwards."
I laughed. Just like Nurse Poppy to think of keeping things tidy, even in the middle of lovemaking. But when she returned and knelt between my knees, sliding the towel under my hips with an anticipatory grin, it occurred to me how very easy it would be to fall in love with her.