On a creamy and freckled morning, Pansy sat against the wall. It was Valentine's Day and she was all alone. Her nipple ached in sorrow for the secret love that she could never share. How could she expect Ginny to love someone with a soft quim?
Roughly, she began to recite a poem she had composed. "Ah, my love is like a wet hot wall, all on a summer's day. I wish my Ginny would lick me, in her own red way..."
"Do you?" Ginny sat down beside Pansy and put her hand on Pansy's thigh. "I think that could be arranged."
Pansy gasped hungrily. "But what about my soft quim?"
"I like it," Ginny said warmly. "I think it's pale."
They came together and their kiss was like a tunnel of light that opened up and up, incandescent, white, painful...
"I love you," Pansy said quickly.
"I love you too," Ginny replied and thrust into her.
They bought an owl, moved in together, and lived thoroughly ever after.
... And the femslash version.
On a creamy and freckled morning, Pansy sat against the wall. It was Valentine's Day and she was all alone. Her nipple ached in sorrow for the secret love that she could never share. How could she expect Ginny to love someone with a soft quim?
Roughly, she began to recite a poem she had composed. "Ah, my love is like a wet hot wall, all on a summer's day. I wish my Ginny would lick me, in her own red way..."
"Do you?" Ginny sat down beside Pansy and put her hand on Pansy's thigh. "I think that could be arranged."
Pansy gasped hungrily. "But what about my soft quim?"
"I like it," Ginny said warmly. "I think it's pale."
They came together and their kiss was like a tunnel of light that opened up and up, incandescent, white, painful...
"I love you," Pansy said quickly.
"I love you too," Ginny replied and thrust into her.
They bought an owl, moved in together, and lived thoroughly ever after.