are we?/strap on
“Ohhhh, sweet mother of Merlin yes, yes just like that, Godsss Pansy that feels so, OH, I’m gonna, I’m gonna yeeeeEESSSSS!”
Pansy continued thrusting through Hermione’s orgasm, until the Gryffindor was limp and out of breath beneath her. Pansy lay on top of her, running pale, slender fingers over chicory skin as Hermione tried to refocus her eyes.
“Oh, Godric Pansy, that was unbelievable. I’ve never come like that before in my life,” she said to the curtains of the four poster, unwilling to look Pansy in the eye.
“That’s because I’ve never fucked you with a strapon before,”Pansy replied with a smirk and a kiss.
Something in Hermione’s demeanor shifted and prompted the dark-haired Slytherin to ask, “Is everything all right?”
“I yes - it’s great, actually, I just . . .” Hermione petered off.
“You just what?”
“I just. . . it’s nothing really, that was Amazing; I just. . . well, what are we, exactly? I mean I definitely want to do that again, but is this something you do with a lot of people?”
Pansy hesitated, so Hermione continued, “Not that there’s anything wrong with that! I only meant, well . . . I sort of like the idea of your only doing that with me. If you like.”
“This is why you’re in Gryffindor, and not Ravenclaw.”
“What do you mean?”
“You think I do this with lots of people? When would I have the time? We spend every waking moment together, and a lot of the sleeping ones, too. I owl ordered this after you snogged me in that broom closet. I haven’t used it with anybody else, and I don’t plan on it.”
“Really? Can I use it on you sometime?”
“You’d better. I expect to get as good as I give with my girlfriend.”