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hogwash2010-09-06 08:58 pm
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Who: Alicia Spinnet & Ginny Weasley
What: Post-coital shitshow.
Where: Alicia’s flat, Holyhead
When: Tuesday morning
Rating: R (implied sexuality & foul language)
Status: Complete
Ginny shifted as the pressure in her bladder built to epic proportions--enough to rouse her out of sleep after a long night of shagging. Groaning miserably, she slid out of bed and strode quickly to the bathroom where she did her morning duties. Ginny had never been ashamed of her body, so it wasn’t particularly odd to see her standing there, brushing her teeth in the nude. Once finished, she made her way back into the bedroom and crawled across the bed to press a few quick kisses to Alicia’s back. “Oi, Spinnet, wake up.” Really, even though she was a bit arrogant, Alicia wasn’t bad and she was a brilliant shag. Though she was a bit sore from the extended night’s activities, Ginny was already up for round two. With a grin, her hand trailed down the still apparently slumbering Alicia to brush her fingertips between her thighs. There was more than one way to wake someone up, after all.
Alicia was a fairly heavy sleeper, so she didn’t stir in the slightest when Ginny got out of bed to go to the loo. Direct pressure on her bare back though caused her to drift into semi-consciousness, and the feeling of fingers between her thighs brought her into total awareness. “Mmph-- whutime’s it?” Apparently it’s shagging time, she thought to herself, as she squinted her eyes open and could see light filtering through her window. “Tenmoreminutes,” she rasped, pulling her pillow over top of her head. She knew she had a match tonight-- her first match starting for the Harpies, and she had to be well-rested. Alicia couldn’t help but smirk beneath her pillow; she thought she had a high sex drive, but Ginny was insatiable.
“It’s late enough, Spinnet.” Ginny purred, applying more pressure between her thighs in order to stir her further. Pressing another kiss against her neck, Ginny used her other hand to ghost over the curve of her breast. “We can take a nap after we’ve finished each other off, yeah?” She desperately needed a distraction from the thought that she wouldn’t be starting tonight--and she would have to be meeting the bint who took her spot. Growling softly, she kissed down the side of Alicia’s neck and left a dark love bite on her shoulder. “Mmm, want to me to start you off, luv?”
In her head, Alicia knew she should really take it easy today-- wouldn’t want to risk a muscle strain (she’d actually strained her calf once or twice during a shag). That would be a right awkward conversation with Jones. And she’d thought she’d skimmed over something or other in her contract about no high-risk activity 24 hours before a match.... but Ginny’s attention was already causing her body to react. “Oh Gods yes-- but...” She sighed heavily and, now fully awake, removed the pillow from her head and turned onto her back. She eyed up Weasley’s goods, still quite impressed with her physique. They made quite a good pair-- it was as if they were constantly trying to keep up with and outperform the other. Which is perhaps why they didn’t get to sleep until well after two. “I really, really want another go.” She bit her lip, obviously torn-- and as she was busy weighing the pros and cons her owl screeched outside of her bedroom window. She watched it fly past and could hear the ruffling of wings flapping in the kitchen as she delivered the Daily Prophet.
“Ah, Gwendolyn...” The snowy owl was the gift she’d bought herself after she first signed with the Warriors. “I’ll think about it, Weasley. Do me one and fetch me the paper, would you? I’ve got a surprise waiting in the Quidditch section-- I think you’ll find me even sexier after you see it.”
Ginny smirked and looked quizzically at Alicia. Leaning over, she kissed her hotly on the mouth, cupping her cheek and drawing her in... before abruptly pulling away and giving her a seductive look. “You use that to think about it while I do all the hard work.” She didn’t bother getting dressed, figuring the best way to persuade Alicia to have another go was to stay naked. Glancing back at Alicia, she arched a brow at her before walking through the bedroom door and striding into the kitchen.
“All right, so what could possibly be in here..” She thoughtfully flipped through the Prophet to the sports section and her jaw dropped. Immediately hot with anger, Ginny rolled up the newspaper and stormed back into the bedroom, eyes blazing. Throwing the newspaper at the bed next to Alicia with all the force one could throw a newspaper, Ginny snarled. “What the fuck, Spinnet! You took my bloody spot on the Harpies!”
When Ginny left the room, Alicia took the opportunity to stretch out on the bed. If they were going to have another shag, at least she’d minimize the risk of injury by stretching her muscles. She was twisted in a back stretch when Ginny returned, clearly furious. Quidditch reflexes in peak condition, she reached out with her left hand and snatched the paper out of the air before it could hit her. Alicia went on defensive mode, brows raised as she straightened up, looking a bit confused. “What the hell are you on about?? I took your spot??” She unfolded the paper, looking down at her rather large article (it was top Quidditch news, of course), and as she skimmed the article she saw why Ginny was so angry:
“...Spinnet will take over in Right for the injured Morris, whom Jones has decided not to put back on the roster. Before the trade, Morris’ spot was temporarily filled by the Harpies’ reserve chaser, Ginny Weasley, who performed quite admirably in the spot. According to sources, Spinnet was recruited because of her experience and will start in the position. Weasley was bumped back to reserve. We have no comment from either player.”
Alicia’s jaw dropped as she read that and slowly raised her green eyes back up to Ginny, shock still evident on her face. “Ginny, I had no idea...” She said weakly, tucking her now frizzed dark brown hair behind her ear rather uncomfortably. She didn’t feel guilty per se, but there was still a sense of remorse lingering in her tone.
Ginny hastily dressed, pulling her jeans and t-shirt back on with gritted teeth while Alicia went on to read the article(she hadn’t bothered, the picture and the title were enough). “Bollocks, Spinnet. You may not’ve known it was me, but it certainly didn’t ruffle your feathers to know you’d be pushing someone else back.” Her voice cracked dangerously, but there was fire in her eyes when she managed a nasty look in Alicia’s direction. Angry tears prickled at the corners of her eyes as she stormed angrily across the bedroom and snatched up her wand, along with the coins she had emptied from her pockets last night. It was unbelievable how rubbish her luck was with women--first Hermione, now this of all things.
“Good luck on your match tonight, Spinnet,” she said in a scathing, icy tone. “The Arrows have some nasty beaters.” Before she knew it, she was nearly at the front door and mentally begging herself not to cry until she got back to the relative comfort of her flat.
She winced, nearly stumbling as she got out of bed, hastily wrapping the bed sheet around her in order to maintain some sort of modesty now that the mood had most definitely been killed. “Ginny, please-- trust me, I had no idea it was you! I had no idea there was a reserve in-- I was told I’d been filling in for an injured chaser, that’s all...” she trailed off, knowing that it wouldn’t matter to Ginny what she was told. “C’mon, Weasley-- you’re young. I was on reserve at your age! It’s the system...” She trailed off again, realizing that wouldn’t work either.
Nearly tripping over the sheet that trailed behind her, she reached out for Ginny’s wrist. “We’re teammates now. Let’s-- talk it out... find out how we can handle it, yeah?”
There was something about Alicia’s pleading tone that made Ginny pause for just a second as she took hold of her wrist. Whirling around with her face coloured from anger, tears brimming in her bright, fiery eyes, Ginny tried to force the lump out of her throat by forcefully clearing it. “We’re shagging teammates, Alicia. It’s a bit tough to handle it, all right? You’re just the.. new sensational trade Jones approved and here we are, yeah? Obviously you’ve got something I haven’t got.” That’s nothing bloody new, she thought angrily. “I know it’s the rubbish system, I’ve been in reserves since they drafted me after Hogwarts, Alicia. It was.. it was my break, I thought! But you just had to swoop in with your bloody experience and skill and... well!”
She tried to pull her wrist from Alicia’s grip, desperate to get out before she was standing right at the door jamb, spilling her guts out all over the carpet of her flat. “Just let me go, Spinnet.” Her anger was ebbing--she was notorious for her quick temper. It was already fizzling out, as her tone changed from angry to tired and resigned.
Alicia was good at handling anger-- but sadness was an entirely different demon. She hesitated but eventually dropped Ginny’s wrist, bringing her hand to clutch at the sheet over her chest. “I really am sorry.” But Alicia was in her prime-- Ginny would surely have a few extra years in the game after Alicia’s retirement. Or perhaps she was just trying to justify this, since she did feel quite bad. “I’ll see you tonight then. At the match.” It was quite clear to Alicia that they wouldn’t be continuing their casual trysts anymore.
“Yeah. Good luck. ... Don’t forget what I said about the Arrows beaters, they favour hitting toward the right.” Part of her wished it didn’t have to be the way it did, but she was still too hurt and angry to think, or talk, her way through it. Maybe the shag would have made her feel better, but it was hard to tell. Pulling the door open and glancing back at Alicia(who was surprisingly pretty with her sex hair--stop it), Ginny gave her a simple lift of her hand in farewell before closing the door and Apparating back to her own flat with a resounding, hollow Pop!.
What: Post-coital shitshow.
Where: Alicia’s flat, Holyhead
When: Tuesday morning
Rating: R (implied sexuality & foul language)
Status: Complete
Ginny shifted as the pressure in her bladder built to epic proportions--enough to rouse her out of sleep after a long night of shagging. Groaning miserably, she slid out of bed and strode quickly to the bathroom where she did her morning duties. Ginny had never been ashamed of her body, so it wasn’t particularly odd to see her standing there, brushing her teeth in the nude. Once finished, she made her way back into the bedroom and crawled across the bed to press a few quick kisses to Alicia’s back. “Oi, Spinnet, wake up.” Really, even though she was a bit arrogant, Alicia wasn’t bad and she was a brilliant shag. Though she was a bit sore from the extended night’s activities, Ginny was already up for round two. With a grin, her hand trailed down the still apparently slumbering Alicia to brush her fingertips between her thighs. There was more than one way to wake someone up, after all.
Alicia was a fairly heavy sleeper, so she didn’t stir in the slightest when Ginny got out of bed to go to the loo. Direct pressure on her bare back though caused her to drift into semi-consciousness, and the feeling of fingers between her thighs brought her into total awareness. “Mmph-- whutime’s it?” Apparently it’s shagging time, she thought to herself, as she squinted her eyes open and could see light filtering through her window. “Tenmoreminutes,” she rasped, pulling her pillow over top of her head. She knew she had a match tonight-- her first match starting for the Harpies, and she had to be well-rested. Alicia couldn’t help but smirk beneath her pillow; she thought she had a high sex drive, but Ginny was insatiable.
“It’s late enough, Spinnet.” Ginny purred, applying more pressure between her thighs in order to stir her further. Pressing another kiss against her neck, Ginny used her other hand to ghost over the curve of her breast. “We can take a nap after we’ve finished each other off, yeah?” She desperately needed a distraction from the thought that she wouldn’t be starting tonight--and she would have to be meeting the bint who took her spot. Growling softly, she kissed down the side of Alicia’s neck and left a dark love bite on her shoulder. “Mmm, want to me to start you off, luv?”
In her head, Alicia knew she should really take it easy today-- wouldn’t want to risk a muscle strain (she’d actually strained her calf once or twice during a shag). That would be a right awkward conversation with Jones. And she’d thought she’d skimmed over something or other in her contract about no high-risk activity 24 hours before a match.... but Ginny’s attention was already causing her body to react. “Oh Gods yes-- but...” She sighed heavily and, now fully awake, removed the pillow from her head and turned onto her back. She eyed up Weasley’s goods, still quite impressed with her physique. They made quite a good pair-- it was as if they were constantly trying to keep up with and outperform the other. Which is perhaps why they didn’t get to sleep until well after two. “I really, really want another go.” She bit her lip, obviously torn-- and as she was busy weighing the pros and cons her owl screeched outside of her bedroom window. She watched it fly past and could hear the ruffling of wings flapping in the kitchen as she delivered the Daily Prophet.
“Ah, Gwendolyn...” The snowy owl was the gift she’d bought herself after she first signed with the Warriors. “I’ll think about it, Weasley. Do me one and fetch me the paper, would you? I’ve got a surprise waiting in the Quidditch section-- I think you’ll find me even sexier after you see it.”
Ginny smirked and looked quizzically at Alicia. Leaning over, she kissed her hotly on the mouth, cupping her cheek and drawing her in... before abruptly pulling away and giving her a seductive look. “You use that to think about it while I do all the hard work.” She didn’t bother getting dressed, figuring the best way to persuade Alicia to have another go was to stay naked. Glancing back at Alicia, she arched a brow at her before walking through the bedroom door and striding into the kitchen.
“All right, so what could possibly be in here..” She thoughtfully flipped through the Prophet to the sports section and her jaw dropped. Immediately hot with anger, Ginny rolled up the newspaper and stormed back into the bedroom, eyes blazing. Throwing the newspaper at the bed next to Alicia with all the force one could throw a newspaper, Ginny snarled. “What the fuck, Spinnet! You took my bloody spot on the Harpies!”
When Ginny left the room, Alicia took the opportunity to stretch out on the bed. If they were going to have another shag, at least she’d minimize the risk of injury by stretching her muscles. She was twisted in a back stretch when Ginny returned, clearly furious. Quidditch reflexes in peak condition, she reached out with her left hand and snatched the paper out of the air before it could hit her. Alicia went on defensive mode, brows raised as she straightened up, looking a bit confused. “What the hell are you on about?? I took your spot??” She unfolded the paper, looking down at her rather large article (it was top Quidditch news, of course), and as she skimmed the article she saw why Ginny was so angry:
“...Spinnet will take over in Right for the injured Morris, whom Jones has decided not to put back on the roster. Before the trade, Morris’ spot was temporarily filled by the Harpies’ reserve chaser, Ginny Weasley, who performed quite admirably in the spot. According to sources, Spinnet was recruited because of her experience and will start in the position. Weasley was bumped back to reserve. We have no comment from either player.”
Alicia’s jaw dropped as she read that and slowly raised her green eyes back up to Ginny, shock still evident on her face. “Ginny, I had no idea...” She said weakly, tucking her now frizzed dark brown hair behind her ear rather uncomfortably. She didn’t feel guilty per se, but there was still a sense of remorse lingering in her tone.
Ginny hastily dressed, pulling her jeans and t-shirt back on with gritted teeth while Alicia went on to read the article(she hadn’t bothered, the picture and the title were enough). “Bollocks, Spinnet. You may not’ve known it was me, but it certainly didn’t ruffle your feathers to know you’d be pushing someone else back.” Her voice cracked dangerously, but there was fire in her eyes when she managed a nasty look in Alicia’s direction. Angry tears prickled at the corners of her eyes as she stormed angrily across the bedroom and snatched up her wand, along with the coins she had emptied from her pockets last night. It was unbelievable how rubbish her luck was with women--first Hermione, now this of all things.
“Good luck on your match tonight, Spinnet,” she said in a scathing, icy tone. “The Arrows have some nasty beaters.” Before she knew it, she was nearly at the front door and mentally begging herself not to cry until she got back to the relative comfort of her flat.
She winced, nearly stumbling as she got out of bed, hastily wrapping the bed sheet around her in order to maintain some sort of modesty now that the mood had most definitely been killed. “Ginny, please-- trust me, I had no idea it was you! I had no idea there was a reserve in-- I was told I’d been filling in for an injured chaser, that’s all...” she trailed off, knowing that it wouldn’t matter to Ginny what she was told. “C’mon, Weasley-- you’re young. I was on reserve at your age! It’s the system...” She trailed off again, realizing that wouldn’t work either.
Nearly tripping over the sheet that trailed behind her, she reached out for Ginny’s wrist. “We’re teammates now. Let’s-- talk it out... find out how we can handle it, yeah?”
There was something about Alicia’s pleading tone that made Ginny pause for just a second as she took hold of her wrist. Whirling around with her face coloured from anger, tears brimming in her bright, fiery eyes, Ginny tried to force the lump out of her throat by forcefully clearing it. “We’re shagging teammates, Alicia. It’s a bit tough to handle it, all right? You’re just the.. new sensational trade Jones approved and here we are, yeah? Obviously you’ve got something I haven’t got.” That’s nothing bloody new, she thought angrily. “I know it’s the rubbish system, I’ve been in reserves since they drafted me after Hogwarts, Alicia. It was.. it was my break, I thought! But you just had to swoop in with your bloody experience and skill and... well!”
She tried to pull her wrist from Alicia’s grip, desperate to get out before she was standing right at the door jamb, spilling her guts out all over the carpet of her flat. “Just let me go, Spinnet.” Her anger was ebbing--she was notorious for her quick temper. It was already fizzling out, as her tone changed from angry to tired and resigned.
Alicia was good at handling anger-- but sadness was an entirely different demon. She hesitated but eventually dropped Ginny’s wrist, bringing her hand to clutch at the sheet over her chest. “I really am sorry.” But Alicia was in her prime-- Ginny would surely have a few extra years in the game after Alicia’s retirement. Or perhaps she was just trying to justify this, since she did feel quite bad. “I’ll see you tonight then. At the match.” It was quite clear to Alicia that they wouldn’t be continuing their casual trysts anymore.
“Yeah. Good luck. ... Don’t forget what I said about the Arrows beaters, they favour hitting toward the right.” Part of her wished it didn’t have to be the way it did, but she was still too hurt and angry to think, or talk, her way through it. Maybe the shag would have made her feel better, but it was hard to tell. Pulling the door open and glancing back at Alicia(who was surprisingly pretty with her sex hair--stop it), Ginny gave her a simple lift of her hand in farewell before closing the door and Apparating back to her own flat with a resounding, hollow Pop!.