Magical Mugwort

***The songs listed here are not mine, nor are the artists.
***This chap contains mild F/F.


I could hear the pulsing of the club from the sidewalk. I held on to George's hand tightly as we made our way towards the front door, vying with several other couples to get in line. He pulled me close to him so we wouldn't get separated.

“So what kind of place is this?” he asked against my ear.

The heat of his breath sent shivers down my spine. Raising a hand to his cheek, I replied, “A fun place, from what I understand. A dance club.”

“You've never been here?”

I shook my head, and smiled at the bouncer. “Nope.”

The bouncer took my money for admittance, and waved us in, still grinning at me. “Have a wonderful time, luv,” he said.

I gave him a flirtatious smile in return. “I plan on it.”

The bouncer's laughter echoed in my ears as George and I entered the club. It was a downstairs place, and we stepped through the black door into the foyer, which was only slightly less loud than the main room just twenty feet away. I took a moment to look around. It was done in beautiful shades of scarlet and gold, decadent designs traveling along the walls and complemented by several chairs and a chais in the same colors.

I took George's hand and grinned at him as the strains of “Crazy in Love” made the floor seem to shake. “C'mon,” I smiled temptingly. “Let's see what the place has to offer.”

George met my gaze, and there was a darkness there that sent shivers all the way to my toes. He gave me a mischievous grin and playfully touched my ass. “I'm game.”

We entered the main club area, and it astounded me. The entire place was almost black. There were tables and booths set up across the entire floor area, with glowing tabletops and ornate candles in the center of each. There were running lights along the floors, noting where there were small stairs. The walls were smoky, with gauzy curtains billowing in a seemingly nonexistent wing. Crystal-like chandeliers swung lazily from the ceiling, and a long row of spotlights shown upon the back of the club, the stage. The stage was tiered, with poles and a couple of chairs on the stage. Red and gold curtains decorated the sides, and shadow screens were set up but not in use. Why would they be, when there were several women on the stage in various outfits dancing as if they were about to have sex with each other.

Even that wasn't the true draw of the room. At each table and booth around the room, there was a raised or sunken area that allowed room for a private dance. The interesting twist, however, was that this was not a strip club, per se. No, the dances at the tables were done by customers, like me. It was a chance for the ladies to dance for their men. Or girlfriends. Either way, nearly all the tables were full, and almost each one had a woman dancing to her heart's content.

The bar was near the entrance, beautifully done and shining with the right amount of light, but out of the way enough to allow the real show to take place without interruption. There were male and female wait staff wandering through the crowd at intervals, taking orders and bringing drinks. The air was smoky and filled with a mixture of other scents, like perfume, sex, incense, all intoxicating. It was amazing.

I spotted a vacant table and steered George towards it. I could feel the vibrations of the music inside my bones, and frankly, I was getting turned on just being in the room. I glanced sideways at a young woman dressed in a gold slip who appeared in the midst of an orgasm and her boyfriend was practically tied to the chair to keep from jumping on her.

“Some place, isn't it.”

I looked at George with a devilish grin. George raised his eyebrows as he took in the room. “Blimey. Never seen anything like this. How'd you hear about this place again?”

Leaning close to him so we could hear ourselves, I replied, “Through some friends of mine from work. Said that it was the place to be, it's only really advertised through word of mouth.” I motioned at the packed room. “Must be a lot of mouths going on, look at this place.”

Before George could find a suitable reply, a waitress came by and took our drink order. As she gave us a smile and turned to walk away, I felt George place a hand on my knee. I turned to look at him, a rush of lust rising up inside of me. I let my own hand fall to his thigh, moving slowly down to his knee and then up along his inner thigh.

I gave him a wicked smile as I traced my way up towards his groin, and his eyes grew wider. The fabric was rough beneath my fingers, and I found myself edging ever so close towards his groin, which I felt was beginning to strain against his pants.

Leaning in towards him, I brought my face within inches of his. “So how do you like it?” I asked, my tone playful but sultry.

George let his own hand slide up my leg, pushing my skirt back so he was looking for my garters. The feel of his flesh on my own made me shiver slightly, knowing what his hands were capable of. His breath was warm against my cheek as he replied, “Absolutely brilliant.” He let his fingers draw up my skirt further to expose my leg, purposefully drawing his fingers along my inner thigh. “I'm loving it already.”

Being so close to George affected me more than I wanted to admit. My heart was already beginning to speed up, from the throbbing of the music and the heat that he emitted. No matter what we had done already, I still wanted him. I still wanted to show him what I could do. I closed my eyes and leaned my head against his shoulder, swaying slowly to the music. George leaned closer and his lips touched my shoulder. I made a low sound of contentment, sliding my hand back down his thigh and away from his growing awareness.

“Gods, Maggie,” he murmured against my flesh, his other hand rising to my shoulder and gently sliding the strap down my arm.

Coming back to myself, I slowly stood up and out of his grasp. A new song began playing, Enigma's “The Principles of Lust,” and I turned to face him. George stared up at me with hungry eyes, about to question what the hell I was doing when realization dawned over him. I simply gave him a sultry smile and stepped up onto the small raised platform at the table. All around me there were other women doing the same thing.

I fell into the groove of the music, letting it take control of my body. Given that I was in a loose dress, I was free to move as I chose, and that made it fun. My hips jutted to each side, my hands sliding down my breasts and towards my heated center.

George was watching my every move with rapt attention, sloped back in his seat as if all his birthdays had come at once. He didn't try to touch me...yet. I could see the naughty thoughts brewing in his head, and it made me smile wickedly.

Moving closer one step at a time, I kept my eyes on George, telling him with each move that I was dancing for him alone. I slid my hands down my body, twisting in a circle in front of him, before setting my foot on the chair beside his leg. My skirt fell back, nearly far enough to display my garters. George tentatively ran a hand up my leg, his skin sliding over my stockings as he inched towards my thigh.

As I leaned forward to grab his head and pull him towards my chest for but a moment, I heard him growl. My heart was pounding hard the more I teased, the more I ground my body towards him but not letting him touch. I could feel eyes from around the room following each arch of my hips, each path of my hands as they explored my body. But all my attention was for the man at my table.

As I stood up on the platform again, I felt a hand touch my arm. Turning, I found myself looking at a very attractive woman who was a few inches taller than myself, with blue-streaked black hair that was riding her head in waves. She had clear blue eyes, and was wearing a very nice silver halter top and short leather skirt. She gave me a smile, and put a hand on my waist.

Most excellent.

I slid an arm around her waist, and our bodies began moving in sync to the rhythm. I looked over at George, who was staring at me and this other woman with a look that was almost impossible to describe.

The woman leaned her head in and said to my ear, “I'm Giselle.”

I leaned into her, and answered, “I'm Maggie.”

“Want to give your bloke a proper show, luv?”

I met Giselle's eyes, caught the naughty look there and the mischief. This night just kept getting better and better. “Absolutely.”

Giselle slid her hands down my waist, at the same time sliding her entire body down mine. As she laid her cheek against my leg, I ran a hand through her hair, which was surprisingly soft. When she moved back up, I pulled her to me and turned her around, so her back was pressing against me. Our bodies moved as one. I slid my hands over her hips, up her stomach.

She turned her head so just I could hear her say, “It's all right to touch me, Maggie. All part of the show. Do I get to touch you?”

A part of me relaxed. I knew that this place was pretty outside the box, but it was good to know there were still etiquette protocols. I smoothed back her hair and replied against her ear, “All good by me.”

So I slid my hands up her stomach until I came to her breasts. They were firm, good handfuls. I gently ran my fingers over them, tracing light patterns there, making certain that George was watching. I noticed that the waitress had brought out drinks, but George hadn't touched his. He seemed frozen in his chair, his eyes focused on us. I smiled. This was far better than even I had hoped for. Torture deluxe.

Giselle writhed against me, then slowly turned to face me. She touched my cheek, running a slender hand over my face, before drawing a line down my chest. Her fingers slid over my breast, toying with me but not going inside my outfit. She stood over me, leaning forward.

When her face was but a few breaths from mine, Giselle said, “Mind if I kiss you now?”

She smelled very sweet, like lilacs. I focused on her lips, painted a nude shade. I wasn't normally into other women, except on the rare occasion. Giselle was very attractive, even by my standards. I simply slid a hand to her cheek and pulled her to me. When our lips met, it struck me at how very different mens and womens lips feel. Giselle's lips were so soft and temptuous, very feminine and demanding at the same time. Kissing a woman was different than kissing a man, but Giselle was a very good kisser, I noted. The soft brush of her tongue over my lips sent a strange wave of longing through me, and I returned the gesture.

After a few moments of kissing, we parted, and I turned to George. His eyes were locked on me, and I could tell that he was taking slow, shallow breaths. I gave him a smile, and he smiled back, only in that strong, masculine way.

Giselle whispered in my ear, “You're a brilliant kisser, Maggie. If you're interested, I wouldn't mind taking you and your bloke home tonight. Show you both a good time.”

Her offer made me raise my eyebrows. It was certainly something new to me, definitely not undesirable. I tilted my head enough so that I could speak to her. “I would take you up on that, but it's our first date, and I want to find out what he's like first.”

She chuckled, a low, throaty sound that even made me take notice. “Lucky little minx. First date's always the best.” She slid a hand over my chest, fingers dangling temptingly at the slit in my dress. “Well, if you change your mind, I'll be around.”

Giselle pressed her lips to my cheek, then gave a wicked smile and a wave to George. Turning back to me as she sauntered off, she blew me a kiss and gave me a wink.

As Giselle melted back into the crowd, I turned back to George. I moved forward with teasing ease until I straddled his lap. I ran a hand through his hair, leaned in close and asked, “Having a good time, luv?”

George grabbed my hips as I began to rotate slowly, grinding against his very hard cock. “I had no idea you had this kind of an animal inside you, Maggie,” he growled. “You're all about driving me up the fucking wall, aren't you.”

I pulled back enough to look at him with amused, mock-innocent, wide eyes. “Drive you up the wall? Hardly.” I raised myself up, then slowly sat down, fully aware of every inch of his body. “I just want to make sure you're having a good time. Are you?”

He made a small groan as I gyrated against him, teasing him. “What the hell do you think?” he asked. His hands slid up my legs, pushing back my skirt until my garters were in full view. His fingers pressed tightly into my skin, and his breath was hot against my face, lips open.

I couldn't believe how good it felt to be in control, to be in this situation. The music was like a drug to me, pulsing inside of me and withdrawing the sexual animal that lived inside of me.

“Good,” I whispered, leaning in close enough that our lips almost touched. “I wanted to give you a new experience, George. I want you to have a good time.”

Another low moan escaped his lips as he brought a hand up to my head, fingers twisting tightly in my hair. “Never had a better time in my life.” He paused, eyes boring into me. “But I don't know how much more I can take, luv. Don't think I've wanted anyone this much in my life.”

The music was starting to reach a fevered pitch. I slowly slid off his lap, and stood up. I grinned wickedly as he groaned in disappointment, something dangerous glimmering in his eyes. I knew I would pay for that, and it would be well worth it.

George leaned forward, ready to stand up. I pressed a hand to his chest and moved away from him. I danced, sliding down enough to nearly flash him. As I moved, I kept my gaze focused on him, watching the animal inside of him rising.

He suddenly stood up and grabbed my face in his hands, kissing me with such force it nearly made me fall. I could taste the lust in him as his tongue plundered my mouth. I gasped, barely getting a chance to breathe as he pulled me to him, the strength in his body reminding me that he could very easily overpower me. My knees were weak and I flung my arms around his neck.

After several minutes of long kissing, George pulled back slightly. The music had changed to the Pussycat Dolls' “Feelin' Good.” I looked up at him with lust building even higher inside of me. This song was sensual. I started to sway again, getting into the gentle rhythm of the music.

George pulled me up against him, and flicked his tongue gently over my lips. “You are such a bloody tease,” he growled.

I smiled, and continued to sway. “Mmm. You like it well enough.”

He smirked. “That I do. But I'm ready to defile you here in public in about five seconds if you keep that up.” His hands squeezed my waist. “Let's get out of here.”

I turned and leaned my body against his. “I can't Disapparate, you know.” The feel of his erection against my ass was making me wetter by the second. “But I have a temporary solution. Come with me.”

Gently taking his hand, I began leading him through the maze of tables. I felt many eyes upon us as we moved into the darkness. A few men tried to catch my attention, one of whom even spoke a few lewd advances. George rebutted the advance quite thoroughly for me. I watched the dancers on stage for a moment, and caught sight of Giselle. She caught my eye and gave me a wave. I smirked at her as I led George towards the back, where the loos were.

We came to a long hallway, lit only by a few electrical candles in sconces. To the left was the women's room. I carefully pushed the door open and stuck my head inside. It was large and long, rather like the hallway. There was even a foyer complete with two chairs and red couch. Further down was a half-circle of sinks and mirrors, and a long line of silver stalls. It was empty.

“Come on.”

I pulled George inside, and shut the door quickly behind us. George already had his wand out, and quickly cast a locking spell over the door.

“Show-off.”

George turned on me as he raised an eyebrow, shoving his wand back inside his pants. “That makes two of us, then.”

He gently took my arms and pressed me against the wall, lifting my arms so they were over my head. I stared up at him gleefully, thrilled at the dominance he was showing.

“A tad eager, are we?” I teased.

In response, George ground his cock against me. I hadn't realized until that moment how very, very aroused I was. The feel of his sex near mine pulled a surprised gasp out of me. He hovered over me, his hands firmly keeping mine stationary. He ground harder against me and I gasped again, my eyes fluttering. His eyes stared into mine, dark and hooded. “I have to ask you something,” he said huskily.

Considering it felt as if my heart was going to break a new speed limit, I felt I was doing a pretty good job of controlling my breathing. At this point, I had learned, was when a guy usually wanted to know something in particular. So, I said, “Yes, I'm on a contraceptive.”

George blinked, looking momentarily confused. “Oh, brilliant. Not what what I was going to ask, but good to know. I had a spell ready for that anyhow.”

I tilted my head, and tried again. “Yes, I slept with Fred the other night.”

At that, George grinned wickedly. “Yeah, I figured that out myself, luv.” He nodded at my neck. “Those look like Fred's work. Not to mention it wasn't hard to figure it out from the way he was moaning your name the other night. He kept me up half the night, he wouldn't shut up.”

That time, I blinked in surprise. Fred had certainly gotten enough pleasure that night. I wouldn't have thought he needed to do anything else. Guess it just proved that the guy had a hell of a libido.

“You can still see them? Damn it. I used to be a lot better at covering up marks like those.” I sighed. “So what were you going to ask me?”

The flirtatiousness was back in his face with a vengeance, and he grinned wickedly, mischievously. He leaned in a little closer. “I was just going to ask what you'd like me to do to you,” he said in a low voice.

My face erupted in flames, and I gave him a mischievous smile to rival his own. After a moment, I replied, “Well, given I doubt we have that much time here, everything I want you to do may have to wait. So I'll leave it up to you what you'd like to do. Of course, I could always start dancing again...”

George moaned, momentarily tightening his grip on my hands. “No more, luv, I can't take it.”

I leaned in and pressed my lips to his jaw. “Then I suppose you should figure out which thing you'd like to do to me first,” I whispered, licking a line up his neck.

He made a sound low in his throat, and one of his hands slid down the side of my body until he was able to push up my skirt. “Such a naughty girl you are,” he murmured, fingers running over my garters and sliding towards my silk panties. His fingers slid over my wet pussy, stroking firmly and soliciting a moan from me as I closed my eyes for just a moment. When I looked back into his face, George was smirking. “I think you're ready,” he said. “Nice and wet, makes it all the easier.”

He finally released my hands completely so he could reach down and pull down my panties. As he stood back up, I obligingly reached forward for his pants and began unzipping him. Something fell out of his pocket then, but we both ignored it. His cock was unbelievably hard, and I couldn't resist stroking him for several moments. George gasped sharply, grabbing my arms.

“Fuck, Maggie, don't tease me.”

I raised an eyebrow and allowed his cock to spring free. I glanced down, noticing how very long it seemed. Very much similar to Fred's, I mentally noted. I could feel the tension in George's body, near to trembling with need.

“Oh, I have no desire to tease you anymore,” I said, stroking his cock a little harder and earning a loud moan from him. “This is not me teasing you.”

As I continued to stroke him, George inhaled sharply, his entire body shaking just a little. At last, he growled, “Bloody hell.” He abruptly grabbed hold of my ass and lifted me up, forcing me to release my hold on him, and pinned me against the wall. I grabbed his shoulders in surprise, staring intently into his eyes as he threw my skirt out of the way, then reached down to adjust himself.

“So forceful,” I purred. “I like that, George.”

His heated stare made my insides flame up. There was an animal inside of George Weasley, no doubt. “Then I wager you'll like this, too.” He adjusted once more, and I felt his cock pressing against my pussy. With a smooth motion, he suddenly pushed himself inside of me. I gasped loudly at the penetration, fingers digging into his shoulders. George moaned, trembling ever so slightly. “Bloody hell, you feel good,” he gasped.

My entire body tingled from his intrusion. He was inside me, right up to the hilt, and it felt amazing. I stared wide-eyed at him for a moment, basking in the joining. “Goddamn right,” I responded.

After a moment, he slowly pulled back, almost all the way out, before thrusting forcefully all the way back in and forcing me to moan quite loudly. He repeated this slowly several times before uttering a growl and a few choice words, then thrusting hard inside of me. I cried out loudly, throwing my head back against the wall.

“Oh, gods, George,” I moaned as he began to thrust quickly inside of me. “You feel... so good...”

He panted hard against me, burying his face against my neck. “Fuck, Maggie... Merlin, you feel good...” His lips locked onto my neck, biting me gently to stifle his moans.

Each thrust nearly made me go insane. I grabbed his head, feeling his soft hair between my fingers. Although he was keeping a good pace, it still felt agonizingly slow. My heart was pounding in my ears, nearly drowned out by George's gasps and moans. I swore he felt longer than Fred; maybe it was just the angle, who could tell?

“George... harder... Fuck me harder...”

“God, I love hearing you talk dirty...”

With a quick kiss to my cheek, he complied to my request, immediately thrusting harder and rougher into me. I cried out, biting back a scream. It felt as if he were trying to split me, but it felt so damn good I could hardly speak. I looked at George through half-closed eyes and found him watching me the same way, a look of intense concentration on his face. I smiled at him briefly, then sighed in pleasure.

He slammed into me, driving me against the wall as his hands held on to me. George groaned loudly, leaning his head against mine and bringing my eyes to meet his. There was such an intensity in his face that made me whimper with desire. His brow furrowed and sweat gleamed on his pale skin. Spots of color flushed against his skin and his freckles darkened.

I caught his lips, tasting the passion that he had. I loved the way he kissed. I loved the strength he possessed. As our tongues dueled, I scrunched my fingers in his hair, loving the feel of his hair too. I moaned into his mouth.

“So good,” I murmured. “Gods, yes...”

George lifted one hand and grabbed my right breast, squeezing and making me squeal. He pulled the fabric of my dress aside and reached for my nipple, already taut and pinched. I cried out, pulling back from the kiss so that I leaned my head against the wall. His fingers kneaded my breast, tweaked my nipple, and then he switched hands so he could pay equal attention to my other breast.

My entire body was tingling. I stared at him through half-closed eyes, gasping for breath and listening to his own moans of pleasure. When he changed position slightly, I cried out loudly when he began striking something deep inside of me.

“Oh, fuck, yes!”

I could feel him striking my clit with the hard thrusts he was making, as well as hitting a deep spot inside of me that made me begin moaning uncontrollably. I saw George grin in wicked satisfaction.

“Yeah, cum for me, Maggie,” he urged. “I want to feel you cum...”

Something was beginning to swell inside of me, vibrations teasing my entire pelvic region. I clung on to his shoulders as that deep swelling thunder began to form. My moans became more insistent, louder still when I felt his hand slide between us and tweak my swollen sex. Sharp tingles began to form, rising higher and higher, faster than I would have thought possible.

George pounded into me, leaned his lips against my ear. “Come on, Maggie, that's it, cum for me...”

“Oh, George,” I moaned. “I'm going to... ahhhh!”

My orgasm ripped through me in an instant. I cried out, nearly screaming as I threw my head back, all the breath stolen from me. White dots spotted my vision as I felt myself clamp down hard around George's cock, making him thrust in short, hard bursts. His fingers tightened their grasp on me, and I felt his own urgency rising in his movements. I could only ride the lightning that held me, savoring the sensations that flooded down to my toes and to the top of my head.

“Oh, gods, I'm... I'm cuming... Maggie!”

George stiffened, pinning me to the wall. He thrust hard into me, a growl coming from his chest. Just as I was coming down off my orgasm, George's ripped through him. He clutched me tightly and moaned loudly against me, a sound that vibrated through my entire body. I felt his seed spilling inside of me as he came. I grabbed his head and kissed him, stealing his breath and moans into my mouth. It felt as if his orgasm lasted quite long, though I knew that it was probably the seamless melding of my orgasm with his. He jerked against me, a few spasms rocking his body, before he finally quieted.

Every part of my body was tingling. I felt gloriously satiated. When we parted, George exhaled loudly and leaned his head against mine. I held his head to me, lazily staring up at the ceiling as I struggled to get my breathing under control. I distantly thought how marvelous this had been, and then I realized I could still hear the music from the club.

After several moments, George finally lifted his head and met my gaze. His eyes were a little glazed over, sweat still dotted his forehead, and his lips were trembling ever so slightly. But he looked every bit as satisfied as I felt.

“All right, there, George?” I asked with a smile.

He chuckled, squeezing my hips. “Oh, more than all right, luv. Absolutely fucking fantastic.” He stared into my eyes, giving me a look that seemed impressed. “You are amazing, you know that?”

Stroking his face gently, I kissed him gently. “I think that would be you.”

As George slowly pulled out and lowered me to my feet, I had to get the feeling back in my feet before I could stand properly. It had been awhile since I'd done that position. George covered himself and zipped up his jeans.

“Sorry, luv, but I think you're the amazing one here. I've never spent an evening with anyone like you. I think I love you.”

I laughed. “Sure, you say that now,” I teased. “Wait til you wake up and I'm a buck-toothed hag.”

He looked horrified at the thought. “Don't ruin this lovely moment for me, Maggie,” he said. “I don't want to think I just had a mind-blowing shag with someone other than the beautiful girl I'm looking at. Which reminds me...” He bent down and picked up my thong, as well as the small round item that had fallen out earlier, and handed the underwear over to me.

I took the panties gratefully and slipped them on. “Thank you. And I don't know how beautiful I am in your eyes, George Weasley, but you need not fear. I am the only one who has been sharing your company and now this post-coital bliss with you, at least for the past few hours.”

The mischievous look was back in his eyes as he grinned and grabbed my waist, pulling me to him. “Thank Merlin for that.” He kissed me, a slow, gentle kiss that echoed the lazy feeling that was rolling through me.

When we parted, he wrapped an arm around my shoulders and said, “I would never have thought that you had such a wild side in you, Maggie.”

I shrugged. “What can I say? I was born special.”

Hr grinned, then pulled out his wand and uttered, “Alohomora!” As the bathroom door unlocked, he grabbed my hand. “Come on, luv. Think I could use a drink.”

As we exited the bathroom, I jumped, startled, to see a tall, blond woman leaning against the wall. My cheeks colored a little. “I'm sorry to keep you waiting,” I said apologetically.

She grinned, eyes flicking between me and George. “Oh, no worries, luv. Ain't the first time I've had to wait out here. It's pretty much expected that most couples will come down here to shag after all the dancing up there. As a matter of fact, I was thinking about knocking and asking to join you. And looking at the two of you, I rather wish I had.” She smiled, a dark gleam in her eyes that struck me.

George leaned towards her, a conspiratorial look in his eyes. “Don't know if you could've handled this one, luv,” he said. “She's a bit of a minx.”

The blond's eyes widened slightly, and she looked at me even more appreciatively. “Well, bugger all. Now I do wish I had.” As she moved towards the bathroom, she paused and set a hand on my arm. “Looks like I'll just have to keep an eye out for you later on, then, eh? Glad all went well.” She winked at me, then sauntered off into the bathroom.

When the door closed behind her, George and I exchanged wide grins. I shrugged. “You know,” I said thoughtfully. “You're quite the chick magnet, George. Guess if I ever want to turn into a lesbian, I just need to bring you along and I can get all the action I want.”

He wrapped his arms around me, lips kissing my cheek. “Oh, you hardly need me for that, luv. These lovely ladies find you attractive just as you are. However, if you do plan on going down the alternative path, allow me to get in as much shagging as possible first, because that was too bloody good to just do once.”

I grinned. “Ah, another male caught in my snare. My work here is done.”

George nipped at my ear. “Not by a long shot, luv. You'll find me quite insatiable.”