AN: First smut scene. Femslash

Harry woke the next morning with a smile on her face and Death's arms wrapped around her middle. She could definitely get used to this; being the little spoon was the safest and most comfortable she has ever felt, easily, and her heart welled up with love for Death.

Love for Death. It was a strange thought for sure, and one that she was certain that only somebody who had met Death could feel or even understand, no matter what all of the crazy cultists in the world might say.

She was brought out of her musings by a soft kiss behind her ear which made her sigh in pleasure - she didn't even know that that place could feel pleasure at all - and she tilted her head, silently begging for more. She whimpered and her request was granted, and spun around to face the impossibly beautiful being, leaned up to press their lips together.

This kiss was not the loving, gentle kiss that Death had given her last night; this kiss was hungry and promised more, though awkward for not only Harry's lack of real experience but also the difference in size between the two participants. Deaths lips nearly completely covered Harry's, and her tongue filled her mouth.

It was exciting. Never in her last life would Harry have thought that the idea of being so small and helpless, outclassed in every way, would excite her to this degree and build such heat between her legs. But again, this was Death. Harry loved her, trusted her to be caring and gentle, and he was happy to give up control to her alone.

As Harry's mouth continued to be completely dominated, he finally gave in and let a hand wander under the waistband of her boxer shorts, and at the same time, she felt a hand that wasn't hers lay flat against her stomach and crawl under her ratty nightshirt.

At the same time, both hands found their marks and the young again girl gasped into Death's mouth as a fingernail scraped ever so lightly across her nipple and her own hand made its first pass over her virgin vagina. Just those first real touches had Harry wanting to kick her own ass for waiting so long, the pleasure was so great. Death pulled back from the kiss and gave Harry an encouraging smile.

"Are you ready, my love?" Death purred, her voice husky and seductive and making Harry whine with need. "Are you ready to embrace your own body and your sapphic desires? Do you want to make love, Harry? To give to each other, ourselves?"

Harry could only nod, mesmerized as Death was naked with a snap and she was too though she hardly noticed. Despite the near month spent together, and the time in between which couldn't be measured, she had never seen Death naked before and even though Harry was sure that Death could appear however she wanted, the reincarnated Potter was blown away by how utterly perfect she was.

Her body truly was all of Harry's preferences in women, made into a whole. 'A reverse boggart', she mused. Her breasts, not too large and not too small, a small c-cup maybe with proud rosy nipples, called to her and she couldn't resist taking one into her mouth and suckling on it like a babe. Death must not have minded much either, for she let out a content moan and one of her hands ghosted down Harry's side and hip while the other returned to drawing circles over and around the girl's own nipples.

A full-body shiver quaked over Harry as the hand on her hip dipped between her thighs and softly stroked over her still developing lips; she bit lightly on the nipple in her mouth in reflex and nearly called a stop to their lovemaking in fear that she had hurt her older lover - if it wasn't for Death's gasping moan she would have.

The Potter girl didn't even know when her hand had found Death's slick mound, probably wouldn't have known if Death hadn't trapped her hand there between her thighs, not willing to let go of the gentle pleasure that Harry's curious and unskilled hands brought her.

Were Death anybody else, she would have been unsatisfied with Harry's inexperience, but they shared a bond deeper than the physical and deeper than emotion, so when one of Harry's tiny fingers accidentally dipped inside of her canal, she moaned in pure bliss and writhed under just the quick and really insignificant penetration.

"You're doing so good, my love," Death breathed out. "But this is meant to be special for you so-"

"But it is!" Harry interrupted, reaching up for a short kiss. "Making you feel good is special to me."

"My beautiful girl," Death brushed Harry's hair from her sweaty brow. "There will be time, an eternity if that is your wish." Death pushed Harry over onto her back and kissed her with a fiery passion, ran her hands from Harry's neck to her flat chest and pebbled nipple which had Harry moaning in need, and then to her hips and back up again. "Here and now is for you, so lay back and let me treat you."

With her piece said, Death gave Harry one last lingering kiss before attacking her thin neck, kissing and sucking on her jugular; giving her neck one light nibble, she moved down, her tongue tasting Harry's skin all the way to her cute little nipples that tingled in arousal.

Harry was riding cloud nine; she almost couldn't stand the overload of sensations as the love of her life brought her lips around her nipple. Harry's hands felt weird like she didn't know what to do with them but Death made a particularly pleasurable flick over her bump with her tongue and Harry's hands reflexively went into the goddess's hair, tangling into the wavy dark tresses. She tried to hold back her ecstatic moans and pleas of 'more, more' but short of biting her tongue, she could keep the words and noises from tumbling from her lips.

In lieu of what she had been asking, no begging for, Death removed her mouth from Harry and looked up at her with a near evil grin that almost made the girl rethink their activities, until with a burst of speed Death had removed Harry's hands from her hair and took a place between the preteen's skinny legs.

Harry's nerves were starting to act up again and her breaths were coming in gasps. She wanted to tell Death to stop but just as she opened her mouth to do so, she felt a hot breath wash over her developing mound and her words caught in her throat. That felt good! If just a breath felt that good, then what would-

"Oh, Merlin and Morganna!" Harry nearly screamed as she felt a tongue on her for the first time ever. "Please don't stop! Please, please; I'll do anything. Don't stop!"

"Shhh, baby girl. Relax. I won't stop. I'm going to make you feel so good; feel so much love," Death gave Harry a soothing smile, the complete opposite of the one she gave her earlier. "I may just take you up on that offer of 'anything' sometime, though." And then she was back to it.

Harry's body was tossing around under the onslaught of Death's tongue, the butterfly licks on the edges of her slit, the light kisses at the little spot on top that was so sensitive that it almost hurt when touched, the way the tip of Death's tongue would just tease and barely dip into Harry's too tight hole, and the way Harry's own fingers toyed with her chest - all of it was driving her wild and if it wasn't for her legs being held in place then she probably would have thrown herself from the bed by now.

Harry could feel a tension growing in her. Her muscles were tightening up, her breath labored, it was like there was a knot in her stomach that was about to be pulled loose. And so when Death lashed her tongue over that incredibly sensitive spot up top, the knot pulled loose and Harry cried with release. The pleasure started right there at that spot and then spread out over her entire body like a warm blanket and her body turned to jello as her vision went white, and then black.

The first thing that Harry noticed when she woke up was that she was still naked. A day ago that would have bothered her, even in front of Death, but she couldn't have been happier now with the way that she was using Death's breasts as a pillow with a leg thrown over her and not a stitch of clothing between the two. She couldn't help but smile into her older lover's skin with joy that they had shared something so monumental.

She almost felt bad for thinking it, but Death was like a mother to Harry and Harry couldn't have asked for a better one. 'I'm sorry, Lily. I know what you gave for me and I'll always love you for it, but...Death is special. I'm so sorry. I love you.' Death was a mother, a best friend, a lover, a teacher. She was everything to Harry and she felt like she could face down the world with her at her side. She snuggled a little closer, drawing her entire body flush with a Death that Harry was sure was awake because did Death even actually sleep, or did she just pretend?

When a pair of arms wrapped around her and held her tight, she decided that she didn't care all that much, as long as she got more of these lazy snuggle sessions in the future. It was so easy to fall into the role of a child. One would have thought that being so alone and independent for so long would have her shy away from such things, but maybe it was that life that had her wanting to be cared for instead? It didn't matter, she supposed because here she was and she was loving it.

Harry couldn't help but squeak when she was dragged up so that her head was resting in the crook of Death's neck; she gave the smooth, unblemished skin there a little kiss and was rewarded with a purr from the woman.

"Am I to assume that you would not be opposed to exploring more, then?" It was a whisper; not sensual or persuasive. It was more hopeful than anything as if Death thought that Harry might want nothing more to do with their earlier activities.

"I love it. I loved it, and I love you, and I want more of both," Was Harry's reply. There was no anxiety in her voice, just surety that she was open to this world that Death had opened up for her. "I told you so, by the way."

"Yes, yes, I needn't take your shame from you," Death laughed, and then she got quiet as if she was again unsure and apologetic. "I shouldn't have even offered it. I love you as you are, and I should never have made the offer to change you on such a level. It was unkind of me, and I understand that it may have seemed as if I did not find you good enough for me, as if I felt you had to change. I am sorry."

"Don't say that; don't apologize," Harry murmured into Death ear. She picked herself up and leaned on her elbow so that she could look the woman in the eyes. "I understand what you meant when you made that offer and I'm not upset about it. And I never really said no; there are things that I kind of want to try that I know I'd never be able to do without help, so maybe there'll be a time for it."

Death leaned up and pressed a short kiss to Harry's lips.

"What kind of things, flower? Will you tell me?" It wasn't asked in a mocking or malicious way; it was a question of curiosity and concern, genuine want to help Harry realize some of what was going on in her fantasies.

Harry couldn't help the full-body blush that came with the question. She was too embarrassed to give an answer though, even to Death who harry knew would never judge her, probably shared the fantasies even.

"It's okay; you needn't answer yet," the goddess reassured. "When you are ready."

Harry lay back down and resumed her cuddle with Death and they stayed that way in comfortable silence for a while until a thought came to Harry.

"What time is it?"

"Just after noon, my flower. Why?

"We forgot to go shopping."