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lokifanTitle: Booked
Author:lokifan
Word count: 200
Characters/pairings: Hermione/Pansy
Rating: R
Disclaimer: The girls belong to JKR, even though I’m often much nicer to them than she is.
Author’s Notes: This was written for the current challenge at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
femslash100, book. And somewhat inspired by Amy Pond.
“I can’t,” Hermione mumbled, moving her thigh out of reach of Pansy’s teasing fingers without looking up. “I need to get this read.”
A moment of deadly silence, then a huff. Pansy’s footsteps stamped out.
A few minutes later, they returned as the thump of spike heels. Hermione looked up.
She was dressed as a Muggle policewoman. Hermione’s brain sputtered to a halt, like an old car falling apart, as she stared. Pansy’s sleek bob peeked from under a police hat that shadowed her face, geometric darkness spilling to her cheekbones; her lips, unshadowed, were curved in a filthy grin.
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The white shirt was translucent, the black vest open. She wasn’t wearing a bra. Hermione gave a dry swallow and wondered if Pansy’s wine-coloured nipples, visible through the material, were being chafed by the rough cotton.
And she was wearing little black shorts, stretched across her hips in a way that made Hermione want to wet them with her tongue, see what she could do through the cloth. And fuck, Hermione’s girlfriend had fantastic legs.
Hermione squirmed against the sofa, and dropped the book.
“All right, Granger, on your feet,” Pansy said, drawing handcuffs from her belt. “You’ve been booked.”
Author:
lokifanWord count: 200
Characters/pairings: Hermione/Pansy
Rating: R
Disclaimer: The girls belong to JKR, even though I’m often much nicer to them than she is.
Author’s Notes: This was written for the current challenge at
femslash100, book. And somewhat inspired by Amy Pond.“I can’t,” Hermione mumbled, moving her thigh out of reach of Pansy’s teasing fingers without looking up. “I need to get this read.”
A moment of deadly silence, then a huff. Pansy’s footsteps stamped out.
A few minutes later, they returned as the thump of spike heels. Hermione looked up.
She was dressed as a Muggle policewoman. Hermione’s brain sputtered to a halt, like an old car falling apart, as she stared. Pansy’s sleek bob peeked from under a police hat that shadowed her face, geometric darkness spilling to her cheekbones; her lips, unshadowed, were curved in a filthy grin.
The white shirt was translucent, the black vest open. She wasn’t wearing a bra. Hermione gave a dry swallow and wondered if Pansy’s wine-coloured nipples, visible through the material, were being chafed by the rough cotton.
And she was wearing little black shorts, stretched across her hips in a way that made Hermione want to wet them with her tongue, see what she could do through the cloth. And fuck, Hermione’s girlfriend had fantastic legs.
Hermione squirmed against the sofa, and dropped the book.
“All right, Granger, on your feet,” Pansy said, drawing handcuffs from her belt. “You’ve been booked.”
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Date: 2010-04-25 01:59 pm (UTC)