Rating:NC17

Summary: PWP, more or less

Pairing: Valmai Morgan/Gwenog Jones

Warnings: Porn, but nothing kinky

Disclaimer: I own nothing. They´re all JKR´s characters, I´m just

playing with them



Gwenog took a firm hold of Valmai's arm and pushed her harder into the locker as she sucked on the sensitive skin where shoulder met neck.

The cupboard lock was edged very uncomfortably into Valmai's lower back, but she didn't care. This was what she had been waiting for ever since she'd been made a chaser for the Holyhead Harpies three months previously.

She and Gwenog Jones, team captain, shared a history that had ended in tears, but Valmai had never given up hope that one day they would patch things up again.

And judging from the way Gwenog had started to open the clasps of her shin guards, today might just be that day.

Done with them, she threw the guards away, not caring where they landed, and the women started kissing, taking turns battling for dominance in each other's mouths.

Gwenog grabbed hold of Valmai's neck as Valmai struggled with the fastenings of Gwenog's robes.

More and more parts of their green with golden talons quidditch uniforms got scattered around the floor and benches of the locker room in Holyhead, Wales.

The rest of the team had long since left to celebrate today's victory against their arch rivals, Puddlemere United, but Valmai and Gwenog had made up some excuse and lingered behind.

The Harpies usually went down to the local pub after every match, where they downed butterbeers as they either drank to their victory or drowned their sorrows, but always analyzed the latest match in minute detail. For the team captain Gwenog to not come along for this was very rare, but the others hadn't questioned her since her word was law.

The air in the locker room still smelled of sweat and soap, but this bothered neither of its current occupants.

"Did you lock the door?" Valmai gasped as her second knee guard fell to the floor and Gwenog started freeing her from the robes.

"Yes, ages ago. I told you not to worry," Gwenog said huskily and began licking Valmai's right inner ear.

Valmai realised that she had fallen behind on the undressing and subsequently began pulling off Gwenog's robes and untying her boots.

Magic might have seen them naked in mere seconds but they both thought this was a more effective way to get in the mood. During their past relationship, it had even worked as the only foreplay when time had been scarce but need hadn't.

Gwenog's belt clasps clicked as they hit the tiled floor. She kicked her pants into a corner and dragged Valmai closer.

"I´ve missed this," Gwenog said as her arms began to map Valmai's now naked back and moved downwards.

"Me too," Valmai agreed, caressing Gwenog's cheeks and smiling sweetly.

They kissed again, entwined, and didn't come up for air for several minutes.

"Hold that thought, love," Gwenog said, releasing herself from Valmai's arms, even though her right hand had begun a very promising journey down Gwenog's thigh.

She went over to the pile of clothes and started rummaging her trousers for her wand. It didn't take long to find it, but every second felt like an eon and the room was a little chilly.

"Got it! Now what do you prefer, my sweater or a glove?"

"The sweater´s softer. Not that it matters much. No, take a glove. It won't be as uncomfortable if it gets wet, then…"

"It will get wet alright. In fact, I´m wet already."

"Gwenog!" she said loudly, blushing magnificently.

"I was thinking of the floor in the shower room. Folks always forget to dry it after they´re done, so it´s always damp. It's more spacious there."

"I know. I was thinking the same thing. You´re such a prude, Val." But she was smiling as she said it.

"Come here."

Valmai took a step closer to Gwenog and again, they kissed deeply.

"Let's go then," Valmai said and laid an arm around Gwenog's waist.

Closely together, they walked the few feet to the shower room where Gwenog took the glove she had been holding in her left hand and threw it onto the middle of the floor. Then she changed her wand from the left hand, which had been holding that too, to the right and promptly transfigured the glove into a roughly queen-sized bed that still had the black colour and rough, leathery texture of a quidditch glove.

"Blimey, my concentration must have slipped. Stop being so sexy so I can try again."

"It's fine, Gwen. Now come on already, and turn off the light , please."

"I won't be seeing anything now that I haven't seen before, you know. You're such a prude."

"Gwenog…" she said, but started to embrace her from behind.

"Alright. But let's get on the bed first. I don't want to risk falling and breaking my nose on the floor. That would be a hard one to explain to the mediwitch."

"Less talking, more walking."

"Eager, are we?"

They had reached the bed, which felt softer than it looked, and sat down.

"Nox," Gwenog incanted and laid her wand carefully on the floor. Valmai saw an opportunity to attack and threw herself at her friend with benefits or whatever they were now. Gwenog fell flat on her back and smiled widely at Valmai as she climbed on top of her.

Gwenog began to stroke all parts of Valmai that she could reach while Valmai was nibbling at Gwenog's neck and breathing into her ear. Gwenog shivered and began to pant as Valmai started to take her nibbling and occasional licking ministrations further downstairs.

Gwenog had trouble believing that they were doing this again. It could hardly be a wise move considering how things had ended before, but the moment Valmai reached her destination, Gwenog couldn´t care less about the consequences.

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