Author: Lash_Larue
Title: "Falling"
Pairing: Ginny/Hermione, Fleur, Pansy, subsets
Rating: Adult
Summary: Things come to head
Warnings: Some Girlsex, hardly noticeable, really.* It has been pointed out to me that it's actually fairly noticeable.* The summary looks like a typo. It's not.
Word Count: 2727
Disclaimer: These characters belong to JK Rowling
The Hunters Part 21
"Falling"
"So do we take Pansy up on her offer?" Hermione asked.
"Do you want to?"
"Why don't we just see what develops? We were willing to do it for her sake, why not for our own?"
"Okay by me," Ginny agreed.
Fleur and Pansy returned to the sitting room, and Fleur, Hermione, and Ginny watched and listened as Pansy entertained Victoire with stories of Josie and her when Pansy was young. Pansy had a remarkable way of conversing with Victoire as if she were a contemporary, while making things perfectly clear to her, and by the time dinner was ready Victoire and Pansy were thoroughly besotted with one another.
"Pansy sit with me?" Victoire asked her, and so she did. Throughout the meal Pansy unobtrusively helped Victoire when she needed it, and she skillfully guided her face clear of the pudding when Victoire nodded off, tired out from the excitement of the evening.
"Looks like the Princess is down for the count," Pansy said with a smile.
"Would you like to help me put her to bed?" Fleur asked, and by way of answer Pansy stood and eased Victoire from her highchair.
"Lead the way, Mum," Pansy said as Victoire snuggled against her neck. She followed Fleur up the stairs.
"Well, I guess we don't have to wonder if Victoire would get along with Pansy anymore," Ginny pronounced, "I've never seen her warm up to someone so quickly."
"She really does have a way with children," agreed Hermione, "she seems to really enjoy being with Victoire, I think she's perfect to help out, if she wants to."
"Yeah, but how will she reconcile that with her role as the Other? Can she handle that? Come right down to it, can the rest of us?"
"I think we all have to keep clearly in mind that what goes on between the Veela and the Other is something entirely apart from whatever relationship might come to be between Fleur and Pansy. They are united in their desire to do their best for the baby, so I think that they can get along well under normal circumstances, like this evening."
"Thank you for helping, Pansy," Fleur told her.
"My pleasure, she's a great little kid. I had a ball with her," Pansy replied as she looked fondly at the sleeping Victoire.
"Would you be interested in caring for her sometimes, if I need to be away and Ginny or Hermione cannot?"
"Sure, I'd love to; just let me know when you need me. I can usually rearrange things at work if I have to."
"Thank you, I shall rest easier knowing that someone Victoire is comfortable with is available. I think she quite likes you."
"I'm glad, shall we join Hermione and Gin?"
"Do either of you want some more cake?" Ginny asked when Fleur and Pansy returned to the kitchen.
"No more for me, it was wonderful though," Pansy responded.
"Shall we go to the sitting room and have some more of this marvelous wine that Pansy brought?" Fleur suggested, and everyone thought that a splendid idea. Hermione carried the glasses, and Ginny carried the wine and then poured it and handed it around. Ginny and Hermione settled onto the couch, while Fleur sat in her favorite chair. Pansy looked around and then gracefully sank to the floor by Fleur's chair.
They sipped their wine and talked of school, of the Triwizard, of Quidditch, and of hopes and dreams, and Fleur idly toyed with Pansy's hair as they talked. There was nothing of submission or dominance in their respective places, rather it was as if two very powerful creatures were enjoying a time of peace, a respectful lull in the life of an apex predator. As it grew later, Pansy and Fleur grew more and more relaxed, and in time Pansy's head rested against Fleur's leg.
They were very beautiful together like that, the raven hair and the silver, the grey-blue eyes and the near-black, and while Pansy and Fleur were clearly at ease, Hermione and Ginny were anything but. Hermione was watching Fleur so intently that she could count her breaths, while Ginny was unable to tear her eyes from the fall of Pansy's hair as Fleur ran it through her fingers.
Pansy turned a heavy-lidded gaze on Ginny and gave her a smile that let Ginny know that Pansy knew full well the thoughts that were coursing through her brain. Fleur let out a deep sigh of content that set Hermione to fidgeting, and she could stand it no longer.
"This has been a lovely evening, but I should get to bed, I do have to go in to the office in the morning. I'm so glad that you came, Pansy, and I hope that you'll come back often. It feels so good to have you for a friend after all these years. Gin darling, don't let me spoil your fun, I'll see you later. Goodnight ladies," Hermione said as she left the room, intent on showering and waiting in ambush for Ginny, whom she really hoped would not be too long.
"Merlin, it's late," Pansy acknowledged, "early, rather. I should get home." She rose to her feet, and Fleur stood to face her.
"Thank you," Fleur said simply, and Pansy understood.
"When's the next dance?" Pansy asked.
"I think Wednesday, you were right, I should not wait so long to let her loose."
The air between them crackled, but they did not touch, and Pansy turned to Ginny and asked…
"Can you get me through the wards, Gin? I'd hate to get fried after such a nice evening."
"Huh? Oh, sure, come on. If you go up before I get back, Fleur, sleep well. I'll get the dishes in the morning, don't bother with them."
"Thank you Ginny, now that I think of it, I am a bit tired. Goodnight to you both," and Fleur climbed the stairs as Ginny and Pansy left by the kitchen door.
"You were brilliant with Victoire, Pans," Ginny told her, "she's crazy about you."
"She's great, really a bright little kid. It's obvious that she's been raised with love. Fleur hit me up for babysitting; I'm looking forward to it. You guys should travel often, okay?" Pansy laughed briefly, it was a throaty chuckle that stopped Ginny's breathing, and set her heart pounding, and then they were at the spot for passage through the wards. Pansy turned to say something to Ginny, but whatever it was was lost, because Ginny couldn't stand it anymore. She took Pansy's face in her hands and poured the whole evening's tension and arousal into the kiss.
"Here. Now." Ginny said urgently when the kiss broke. Pansy responded by sliding one hand into the hair in back of Ginny's head and pulling her head back sharply, running her tongue up Ginny's neck while she ran her other hand up inside of Ginny's skirt and down the front of her knickers. Ginny hissed as a slender finger gently parted her slick, swollen, lips and then slowly slid deep inside of her. She felt a sudden sense of loss as both hands left her body, and she opened her eyes to see Pansy staring at her from a foot or so away.
Ginny stared back as Pansy sucked the finger into her mouth.
"Damn, Weasley, somebody's sure got you stirred up, but with all the estrogen and wine in the air tonight, I can't be sure it's me. I'm not backing out, but I want to be sure nobody but me is on your mind when this happens. And I know somebody in that house is going to take very good care of you, so I'm not leaving you hanging, either. Now you let me out of here so I can get home and fuck myself while I can still taste you, and next time we meet you tell me if you saw my face when you came tonight, okay?" Ginny nodded numbly. Pansy put her lips close to Ginny's ear, and her breath was warm on Ginny's skin as she whispered to her, "I am going to eat your ass while I fuck you, Weasley. And I'm going to do it all-night-long, okay?"
"Okay…" Ginny breathed, and she passed Pansy through the wards in a bit of a daze. Her initial stumbling progress was nearly a sprint by the time she reached the door.
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Hermione stood under the hot water and trembled, the sight of Fleur running her fingers through Pansy's hair while the room filled with the ozone of Hermione's arousal occupied all of her mind. It was all that she could do to confine herself to only the touch needed to clean herself, she was aching, but she hoped Ginny would come to her soon. She dried herself carelessly, and then wrapped the towel around her body out of habit more than anything else. She had to walk past the door of Fleur's room to reach the room that she and Ginny shared, and the slightly opened door drew her eyes.
She stopped cold, for there in her sight was Fleur, naked, her hands on her stomach as she turned this way and that. Like a meteor pulled into the sun, Hermione drifted to the door and bumped it open with her shoulder. Fleur turned to her and smiled.
"I think my tummy is getting a little bigger. Do you suppose that it is merely supper? I-" Fleur fell quiet at the look on Hermione's face. Silently Hermione approached, the brown pools of her eyes alight with desire, and the towel fell to the floor. She stood toe to toe with Fleur, and then leaned in until their foreheads touched.
"I want you enough now," Hermione said thickly, and she caught Fleur's lower lip with her teeth and tugged gently. Fleur felt a shock travel through her, and then Hermione was sinking to her knees, kissing a line of fire straight down Fleur's body without pause. She slid her arms between Fleur's legs, urging them apart, and her fingers sank into the flesh of Fleur's bottom as she opened her mouth wide and pressed her tongue flat along the length of Fleur's slit, working her tongue between the fleshy lips.
Fleur exhaled in a rush, and her hands found a hold in the wild hair of the woman that was licking and sucking her with singular purpose, while inside of her the Veela exulted, crying "At last! At last I have her!". Deeper and deeper Hermione worked her tongue, her neck bent sharply. Her eyes opened as she sucked Fleur's clit into her mouth, and she saw Fleur looking down at her. Staring into the grey-blue eyes above her, Hermione began to slowly, firmly, resolutely, lick Fleur's pussy in long strokes, and a sound came from deep inside her as she did so.
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Ginny hastened up the steps and into her room, knowing an instant of disappointment upon finding it empty. "Still in the bath, I guess," she muttered, and she removed her clothes and turned back the covers. "Hell with it, I'm not waiting." She exited the door and headed to the bath, and her eyes too fell on the now nearly fully opened door to Fleur's room, and she too stopped cold.
There was the woman she loved, the woman she had wanted for years, the woman she was going to marry, on her knees before Fleur and whimpering while she ate her out. Ginny couldn't breathe, and she watched, rapt, as Fleur writhed beneath the lash of her lover's tongue. Ginny's hand moved to her crotch, and massaged the wet and aching flesh there, and then she too was drawn forward.
She came up behind Fleur and put her arms around her, her hands cradling Fleur's breasts as she fitted herself against the hot smooth skin of Fleur's back. She heard a moan escape Fleur as she rolled the nipples in her fingers, and another from herself as she pressed her clit against Fleur's hip and began to rub forcefully against her.
Fleur made small gasping sounds as the tension built inside her, accompanied by the increasingly wet sounds from between her legs and the greedy, whimpering growls from Hermione as she drank from Fleur. Fleur leaned back into Ginny's arms, and Ginny gently lowered her to the floor, Hermione following her down, never pausing in her attentions. On her knees now, Ginny stared avidly as Hermione's head rolled from side to side, she felt Fleur's hands pulling at her legs, scrabbling desperately as she strained her head upwards. Ginny lowered herself to Fleur's waiting mouth, and Fleur sucked the swollen flesh of Ginny's lips into her mouth as she raked her nails over Ginny's bum.
Ginny fell forward, her head only inches from Hermione's, and Fleur sucked on her clit while she pushed two fingers into Ginny and took up a steady rhythm. Hermione was now fucking Fleur with her fingers as she increased the pace and pressure of her tongue. Fleur's fingers slid out of Ginny, and Ginny could feel Fleur's breath on her pussy as Fleur began gasping in earnest. Ginny saw the muscles quivering on Fleur's thighs, and then felt fingernails dig into her hips as Fleur muffled a cry against Ginny's thigh while she spurted her orgasm over Hermione's face.
Hermione gave several leisurely licks to Fleur's twitching sex, and then she kissed it gently and slouched back against the mirror while looking into Ginny's eyes. Neither of them spoke. Hermione drew her feet up close, and slid her bottom forward, opening herself fully to Ginny's view. She smiled, and then wiped the thick shining come from her face and rubbed it over her breasts as she stared into Ginny's eyes. Ginny's breath came in shuddering gasps; she was teetering on the edge, but could not move to bring herself to completion.
"Oh, God," she moaned as Hermione spread herself open with one hand while she slowly slipped a finger inside and swirled it around before adding two more, fucking herself as Ginny watched. "Ahh!" she exclaimed as Fleur's mouth reclaimed her, and Fleur's tongue pushed into her. Ginny gasped as Fleur's palm smacked against her ass, and her back arched as she pulled hard on her nipples and rocked against Fleur's face. Fleur's hips shifted restlessly, and Ginny bent to taste her, Fleur responded by sucking hard on Ginny's clit and then Ginny was falling, falling, falling, endlessly, into light.
Her eyes closed, and she saw black silken hair, and dark eyes.
The sight of Ginny slumping liquidly onto Fleur was all that Hermione needed, and she hungrily squeezed her fingers inside herself as she too went rigid and then boneless.
Her eyes opened as something soft touched her foot, and she saw Fleur kissing her ankle, the silver head moving slowly up the inside of her leg. Ginny lay on her side on the soft carpet, her breathing deep and regular and her hair fanned out like a spill of fire. The touch of Fleur's lips on the soft skin of her thigh sent a tremor through her, and she reached down and stroked the hair that lay over her leg. Fleur looked up at her, and the hunger on her face fanned flame from the ashes.
"I want to taste you, 'Ermione," breathed Fleur, "may I love you as you loved me?"
"Please," Hermione answered, "please…"
Fleur gently kissed, and softly nibbled, she rubbed the soft skin of her cheek against Hermione's tender flesh. Patiently, lovingly she used her tongue to both ease and excite, and Hermione experienced something new, a tender slide to orgasm rather than a plummet. A long, happy, bubbling climax that did not seem to end, but rather tripped along joyfully carrying her with it.
Ginny stirred, and saw the woman she loved, the woman she had wanted for years, the woman she was going to marry, riding the crest of a wave that did not break as the woman now the lover of them both gave herself over to her. She stretched out her arm and her hand found Hermione's, their fingers interlacing, connecting the three of them.
"Whatever lies before us," Ginny thought, "we will have this perfect moment forever."