Mirror Image
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Harry Potter › FemSlash - Female/Female
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
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14,014
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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Mirror Image
Disclaimer: Characters aren\'t mine and all that.
Title: Mirror Image
Warning: NC-17, Femmeslash
Pairing: Tonks/Ginny, Tonks/Tonks
Summary: Tonks has Ginny the only way she can. This is a FICLET. It is very short. This is due to the heavy, heavy painkillers.
A part of her felt very, very wrong. It was a small part, easily ignored, but it was there all the same. She watched her reflection carefully, taking a deep breath to concentrate on the change. It helped that she knew exactly what she was changing into.
Short pink hair lengthened to shoulder length red. Blue eyes turned brown. Heart shape face became pale and elfin. Freckles popped out across the bridge of her now-snubbed nose and cheeks. Plump, rounded body slimmed to lean, limbs long, breasts small and high, hips narrow.
Nymphodora Tonks stared into the mirror. Ginny Weasley stared back.
If she tried very hard, she could pretend it wasn’t a mirror. It really was Ginny, pale and naked and smiling shyly that looked back at her. A small shudder ran through her body. Part of it was fear, part of it was exhilaration, and part of it was just plain lust.
Taking another deep breath, she ran a hand-small and long fingered-down her side. She watched closely, gasping as the Ginny in the mirror caressed herself. Growing bolder, the hand moved up to her breasts, tracing them with her fingertips. She was quivering now, legs shaking as her fingers lightly pinched her nipples. Her mouth watered as the mirror Ginny mimicked, fingertips tweaking her cinnamon colored nipples to hardness. She needed to sit down.
There was a chair, right behind her. She had planned this. She had watched Ginny for weeks, and she knew the girl had no interest in her. And that was fine. That happened all the time. But there was a part of her that would not give up.
She sat, shakily. Ginny sat as well, legs lifted and spread. Tonks gasped, her heart beating rapidly in her chest. She wanted to prolong this. She leaned back, making herself comfortable. She continued to play with her breasts, feeling herself grow damp between her thighs. She didn’t take her eyes off the image in the mirror. Ginny, sitting, cupping and pinching her small breasts, panting…
Tonks couldn’t take it any longer. One hand snaked down, fingers stroking her stomach before dipping between her legs. She moaned softly, eyes widening as Ginny slipped a small hand between her thighs, fingers questing almost hesitantly. She ran a finger slowly along the length of her damp crevice, shuddering as she watched Ginny do the same. Small fingers stroked and teased and slipped inside tight wetness, and Tonks arched forward as Ginny thrust into her own fingers in the flat surface of the mirror.
She thanked Merlin she had thought to put up a silencing charm. She was moaning loudly, three fingers slid tightly into her slick sex. Her other hand tightened on her breast, and she felt that distinct tingling feeling that signaled the start of an orgasm.
She had wanted this to last longer. She clenched her teeth together tightly, her body shaking as she felt her inner muscles contracting around her fingers. She didn’t want to close her eyes, she wanted to watch. She forced her eyes to open, to watch as Ginny writhed in pleasure, face contorted and staring right back at her as she climaxed.
Afterwards, she wasted no time in changing back to herself. It was…dirty, somehow, once she was finished. She turned the mirror away quickly, pushing thoughts of what she had done from her mind. She wasn’t going to think about it.
Not until tomorrow night at least.
Title: Mirror Image
Warning: NC-17, Femmeslash
Pairing: Tonks/Ginny, Tonks/Tonks
Summary: Tonks has Ginny the only way she can. This is a FICLET. It is very short. This is due to the heavy, heavy painkillers.
A part of her felt very, very wrong. It was a small part, easily ignored, but it was there all the same. She watched her reflection carefully, taking a deep breath to concentrate on the change. It helped that she knew exactly what she was changing into.
Short pink hair lengthened to shoulder length red. Blue eyes turned brown. Heart shape face became pale and elfin. Freckles popped out across the bridge of her now-snubbed nose and cheeks. Plump, rounded body slimmed to lean, limbs long, breasts small and high, hips narrow.
Nymphodora Tonks stared into the mirror. Ginny Weasley stared back.
If she tried very hard, she could pretend it wasn’t a mirror. It really was Ginny, pale and naked and smiling shyly that looked back at her. A small shudder ran through her body. Part of it was fear, part of it was exhilaration, and part of it was just plain lust.
Taking another deep breath, she ran a hand-small and long fingered-down her side. She watched closely, gasping as the Ginny in the mirror caressed herself. Growing bolder, the hand moved up to her breasts, tracing them with her fingertips. She was quivering now, legs shaking as her fingers lightly pinched her nipples. Her mouth watered as the mirror Ginny mimicked, fingertips tweaking her cinnamon colored nipples to hardness. She needed to sit down.
There was a chair, right behind her. She had planned this. She had watched Ginny for weeks, and she knew the girl had no interest in her. And that was fine. That happened all the time. But there was a part of her that would not give up.
She sat, shakily. Ginny sat as well, legs lifted and spread. Tonks gasped, her heart beating rapidly in her chest. She wanted to prolong this. She leaned back, making herself comfortable. She continued to play with her breasts, feeling herself grow damp between her thighs. She didn’t take her eyes off the image in the mirror. Ginny, sitting, cupping and pinching her small breasts, panting…
Tonks couldn’t take it any longer. One hand snaked down, fingers stroking her stomach before dipping between her legs. She moaned softly, eyes widening as Ginny slipped a small hand between her thighs, fingers questing almost hesitantly. She ran a finger slowly along the length of her damp crevice, shuddering as she watched Ginny do the same. Small fingers stroked and teased and slipped inside tight wetness, and Tonks arched forward as Ginny thrust into her own fingers in the flat surface of the mirror.
She thanked Merlin she had thought to put up a silencing charm. She was moaning loudly, three fingers slid tightly into her slick sex. Her other hand tightened on her breast, and she felt that distinct tingling feeling that signaled the start of an orgasm.
She had wanted this to last longer. She clenched her teeth together tightly, her body shaking as she felt her inner muscles contracting around her fingers. She didn’t want to close her eyes, she wanted to watch. She forced her eyes to open, to watch as Ginny writhed in pleasure, face contorted and staring right back at her as she climaxed.
Afterwards, she wasted no time in changing back to herself. It was…dirty, somehow, once she was finished. She turned the mirror away quickly, pushing thoughts of what she had done from her mind. She wasn’t going to think about it.
Not until tomorrow night at least.