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Nasophilia - H/G H/T - NC-17
Title: Nasophilia
Author:shocfix
Summary: Ginny misses Harry (and a good summary writer) something rotten – Tonks helps (although not with the summary writing).
Pairing: Ginny/Tonks, Ginny/Harry
Challenge : For the Squickathon
Words: 700
Rating: NC-17
For the Squickathon atsquick_me - I chose Nasophilia - arousal from touching, seeing, licking or sucking a partner's nose.
Nasophilia
****
He’d made two fleeting visits in over a year.
Ginny had awoken on Christmas morning to see him sitting at the end of her bed, with the rest of her presents.
“I can’t stay,” he whispered as he took her in his arms and buried his face in her hair, inhaling deeply. “I’m not supposed to be here, and your mum’d be angry and Ron and Hermione don’t even know I snuck out, but we destroyed one yesterday, and it blew up in our faces and Ron pushed me out of the way…” his nose was cold against her ear as he babbled, “…he was hurt – he’s OK, Hermione dealt with hit – but I freaked out and I missed you so much.”
Ginny held him as the tension seeped out of his body and he rubbed his nose up and down her neck.
“I have to go,” he whispered and he Dissaparated.
The second time, she didn’t even see him. He left a sodding flower on her pillow for her birthday and was gone. She imagined him smelling it.
So. She was of age now; she could go after him. But it meant so much to him to keep her safe.
No one understood how she felt.
Yes, her mum worried about them all – Ron in particular – but Ginny ached.
Actually, one other person understood.
Remus had joined the Quest after Christmas, and Ginny spent a lot of time in Tonks’s flat, moping.
When she missed seeing him on her birthday, she flooed straight over to see the older woman.
Tonks held her while she cried.
“I miss him,” Ginny wailed.
“I know you do,” Tonks said, resting her cheek on Ginny’s hair.
Ginny nuzzled closer and Tonks buried her face in Ginny’s hair, inhaling her delicate scent.
Ginny moaned.
“What’s wrong?” Tonks asked, peering into her face.
Ginny flushed and couldn’t meet her eyes. “It’s silly,” she said. “But Harry likes smelling me.”
Tonks bit her lip and raised an eyebrow.
“Like you did,” Ginny explained. “He smells my hair.”
Tonks ran her eyes down Ginny’s body.
“No!” Ginny laughed. “The hair on my head.”
Tonks smiled and pulled the younger girl back into her arms.
“Like this?” she asked, rubbing her face in Ginny’s hair and breathing deeply.
“Hmmm,” Ginny murmured.
“Like this?” Tonks moved down Ginny’s neck and nuzzled at her pulse point.
“Yes,” Ginny whispered.
Tonks buried her face between Ginny’s breasts, rubbing her nose back and forth.
“Tonks!” Ginny gasped.
Without warning, Tonks bent low over Ginny’s lap. “Are you sure Harry never smelled you here?” she asked, pressing her nose against the seam of Ginny’s jeans.
Ginny thrust helplessly up against her face. “Please,” she begged, frantically wriggling out of her jeans and knickers in one go.
Tonks muzzled at her mound, inhaling and sighing dizzily. “You smell even better down here,” she murmured.
Ginny spread her legs and Tonks’s slim fingers combed through her curls and held her lips apart.
“Beautiful,” she whispered, rubbing her nose against Ginny’s clit. “So beautiful.”
Ginny groaned and pushed Tonks’s face further down between her parted thighs. “Inside me,” she gasped.
Tonks’s mouth closed over Ginny’s clit and she suckled gently, circling her entrance with the tip of her nose and inhaling her musky aroma.
Ginny writhed under her mouth and she pressed forwards, burying her nose as far as she could inside the younger girl.
“Tonks,” Ginny begged. “Do pig-snout.”
Tonks moaned around Ginny’s clit and Morphed.
Her nose pushed deeper inside, stretching Ginny’s walls until she whimpered.
“Yes,” Ginny hissed, winding her fingers in the bright pink hair to keep Tonks’s face firmly between her thighs.
Tonks built up her rhythm, her nose swelling and shrinking every time she sucked.
Larger and larger she grew until she felt Ginny’s muscles clenching round her nose and she Morphed to twice the width as Ginny screamed her way through her climax.
Returning her nose to normal, she sat back beside the younger girl and pushed her sweaty red hair out of her face.
Ginny leant closer and sucked her own juices off her friend’s nose.
“That was just amazing,” she marvelled. “You’re amazing. But how am I ever going to face Harry after this?”
Tonks grinned cheekily.
And for a fleeting second, she Morphed into Harry with a penis-shaped nose.
Ginny’s eyes flew open.
Title: Nasophilia
Author:
shocfixSummary: Ginny misses Harry (and a good summary writer) something rotten – Tonks helps (although not with the summary writing).
Pairing: Ginny/Tonks, Ginny/Harry
Challenge : For the Squickathon
Words: 700
Rating: NC-17
For the Squickathon at
squick_me - I chose Nasophilia - arousal from touching, seeing, licking or sucking a partner's nose.Nasophilia
****
He’d made two fleeting visits in over a year.
Ginny had awoken on Christmas morning to see him sitting at the end of her bed, with the rest of her presents.
“I can’t stay,” he whispered as he took her in his arms and buried his face in her hair, inhaling deeply. “I’m not supposed to be here, and your mum’d be angry and Ron and Hermione don’t even know I snuck out, but we destroyed one yesterday, and it blew up in our faces and Ron pushed me out of the way…” his nose was cold against her ear as he babbled, “…he was hurt – he’s OK, Hermione dealt with hit – but I freaked out and I missed you so much.”
Ginny held him as the tension seeped out of his body and he rubbed his nose up and down her neck.
“I have to go,” he whispered and he Dissaparated.
The second time, she didn’t even see him. He left a sodding flower on her pillow for her birthday and was gone. She imagined him smelling it.
So. She was of age now; she could go after him. But it meant so much to him to keep her safe.
No one understood how she felt.
Yes, her mum worried about them all – Ron in particular – but Ginny ached.
Actually, one other person understood.
Remus had joined the Quest after Christmas, and Ginny spent a lot of time in Tonks’s flat, moping.
When she missed seeing him on her birthday, she flooed straight over to see the older woman.
Tonks held her while she cried.
“I miss him,” Ginny wailed.
“I know you do,” Tonks said, resting her cheek on Ginny’s hair.
Ginny nuzzled closer and Tonks buried her face in Ginny’s hair, inhaling her delicate scent.
Ginny moaned.
“What’s wrong?” Tonks asked, peering into her face.
Ginny flushed and couldn’t meet her eyes. “It’s silly,” she said. “But Harry likes smelling me.”
Tonks bit her lip and raised an eyebrow.
“Like you did,” Ginny explained. “He smells my hair.”
Tonks ran her eyes down Ginny’s body.
“No!” Ginny laughed. “The hair on my head.”
Tonks smiled and pulled the younger girl back into her arms.
“Like this?” she asked, rubbing her face in Ginny’s hair and breathing deeply.
“Hmmm,” Ginny murmured.
“Like this?” Tonks moved down Ginny’s neck and nuzzled at her pulse point.
“Yes,” Ginny whispered.
Tonks buried her face between Ginny’s breasts, rubbing her nose back and forth.
“Tonks!” Ginny gasped.
Without warning, Tonks bent low over Ginny’s lap. “Are you sure Harry never smelled you here?” she asked, pressing her nose against the seam of Ginny’s jeans.
Ginny thrust helplessly up against her face. “Please,” she begged, frantically wriggling out of her jeans and knickers in one go.
Tonks muzzled at her mound, inhaling and sighing dizzily. “You smell even better down here,” she murmured.
Ginny spread her legs and Tonks’s slim fingers combed through her curls and held her lips apart.
“Beautiful,” she whispered, rubbing her nose against Ginny’s clit. “So beautiful.”
Ginny groaned and pushed Tonks’s face further down between her parted thighs. “Inside me,” she gasped.
Tonks’s mouth closed over Ginny’s clit and she suckled gently, circling her entrance with the tip of her nose and inhaling her musky aroma.
Ginny writhed under her mouth and she pressed forwards, burying her nose as far as she could inside the younger girl.
“Tonks,” Ginny begged. “Do pig-snout.”
Tonks moaned around Ginny’s clit and Morphed.
Her nose pushed deeper inside, stretching Ginny’s walls until she whimpered.
“Yes,” Ginny hissed, winding her fingers in the bright pink hair to keep Tonks’s face firmly between her thighs.
Tonks built up her rhythm, her nose swelling and shrinking every time she sucked.
Larger and larger she grew until she felt Ginny’s muscles clenching round her nose and she Morphed to twice the width as Ginny screamed her way through her climax.
Returning her nose to normal, she sat back beside the younger girl and pushed her sweaty red hair out of her face.
Ginny leant closer and sucked her own juices off her friend’s nose.
“That was just amazing,” she marvelled. “You’re amazing. But how am I ever going to face Harry after this?”
Tonks grinned cheekily.
And for a fleeting second, she Morphed into Harry with a penis-shaped nose.
Ginny’s eyes flew open.