Title: Marshmallows
Author: Rhapsody
Summary: You smile devilishly as you pop the last bit of cookie into your mouth. I sit up and pull you into a deep kiss. I can taste the ginger on your tongue and lips. Hermione/Ginny
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
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The air smells cinnamon sweet, as I lie with my head on your lap, as you feed me ginger cookies with a sprinkle of red dyed sugar strewn on top. I look at you pleadingly and you hold out the sugary cookie inches from my lips, only to pull it away and nibble at it.
It's funny how this time of the year affects people. They all are caught up in a world of family and friends and lovers. All too caught up in their own devices to notice us. If it was any other time of the year we could scarce get away with being so intimate on the couches of the common room.
You break off a tiny piece of the cookie and place it in my awaiting mouth. The sweet ginger flavour consumes my mouth. But the flavour leaves as quickly as it came and I am left unsatisfied and waiting for more.
You look down at me and smile devilishly as you pop the last bit of cookie into your mouth. I give you a demanding look and your smirk only widens.
I sit up and pull you into a deep kiss. I can taste the ginger on your tongue and lips. You smile and pull away taking my face in your hands.
"Now, Ginny, you must learn to be patient! I have another cookie you know."
This time I am the one to smirk. I rise and run up the stairs, heading towards my small dormitory. I open the door and approach my bed hesitantly. I remove the blankets from part of my bed and flip the pillow onto the floor. A small cloth is in the corner of my bed, jammed into one of the posts.
You are standing in the doorway. I can hear you rubbing your leg against the doorframe, as you always do when you are waiting. As I turn to look at you, you meet my gaze with one of confusion. You are probably wondering why I got up so abruptly. I assume you got an *idea* from the state of my bed.
I smile and stand up. Showing you the cloth wrapped treasure.
"Marshmallows!" I say simply.
I can tell by the look on your face that you approve of the idea. We walk hand-in-hand down the staircase and resume our place on the couch closest to the fire, in the common room.
You remove your wand from your pocket gingerly as I unwrap the cloth to reveal the plump white treasures. You wave your wand and murmur a simple spell, directing the marshmallow to hover above the fire. The flames lick the white mass causing it to turn light brown.
At that point you summon the marshmallow back and the warm sticky shape hits me in the mouth. I lick as much of the goop off my face as possible. You just smile and lean in, brushing the hair away from my face. Suddenly your lips are on mine and I feel your tongue slowly stripping the marshmallow off the side of my lip.
I giggle and toss me your wand. You smile wickedly and lean in very close to my ear. I feel your soft breath on my neck.
Very softly and seductively you whisper, "Your turn."
Author: Rhapsody
Summary: You smile devilishly as you pop the last bit of cookie into your mouth. I sit up and pull you into a deep kiss. I can taste the ginger on your tongue and lips. Hermione/Ginny
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
The air smells cinnamon sweet, as I lie with my head on your lap, as you feed me ginger cookies with a sprinkle of red dyed sugar strewn on top. I look at you pleadingly and you hold out the sugary cookie inches from my lips, only to pull it away and nibble at it.
It's funny how this time of the year affects people. They all are caught up in a world of family and friends and lovers. All too caught up in their own devices to notice us. If it was any other time of the year we could scarce get away with being so intimate on the couches of the common room.
You break off a tiny piece of the cookie and place it in my awaiting mouth. The sweet ginger flavour consumes my mouth. But the flavour leaves as quickly as it came and I am left unsatisfied and waiting for more.
You look down at me and smile devilishly as you pop the last bit of cookie into your mouth. I give you a demanding look and your smirk only widens.
I sit up and pull you into a deep kiss. I can taste the ginger on your tongue and lips. You smile and pull away taking my face in your hands.
"Now, Ginny, you must learn to be patient! I have another cookie you know."
This time I am the one to smirk. I rise and run up the stairs, heading towards my small dormitory. I open the door and approach my bed hesitantly. I remove the blankets from part of my bed and flip the pillow onto the floor. A small cloth is in the corner of my bed, jammed into one of the posts.
You are standing in the doorway. I can hear you rubbing your leg against the doorframe, as you always do when you are waiting. As I turn to look at you, you meet my gaze with one of confusion. You are probably wondering why I got up so abruptly. I assume you got an *idea* from the state of my bed.
I smile and stand up. Showing you the cloth wrapped treasure.
"Marshmallows!" I say simply.
I can tell by the look on your face that you approve of the idea. We walk hand-in-hand down the staircase and resume our place on the couch closest to the fire, in the common room.
You remove your wand from your pocket gingerly as I unwrap the cloth to reveal the plump white treasures. You wave your wand and murmur a simple spell, directing the marshmallow to hover above the fire. The flames lick the white mass causing it to turn light brown.
At that point you summon the marshmallow back and the warm sticky shape hits me in the mouth. I lick as much of the goop off my face as possible. You just smile and lean in, brushing the hair away from my face. Suddenly your lips are on mine and I feel your tongue slowly stripping the marshmallow off the side of my lip.
I giggle and toss me your wand. You smile wickedly and lean in very close to my ear. I feel your soft breath on my neck.
Very softly and seductively you whisper, "Your turn."