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alisanneTitle: The Joys of Toys (or, Even Students Have Their Uses)
Author:alisanne
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Poppy Pomfrey/Irma Pince
Summary: Students have their uses.
Word Count: 1475
Genre: Erotica, humor, romance.
Warnings: Sexy older ladies being sexy. *g* (Which is to say, none).
A/N: Written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
hp_may_madness's 2014 fest.
Day twenty two prompt(s) used:Sometimes you need to let things go, Vase, Quota, Azalea.
Kink: Sex Toys.
This pairing was suggested by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
kellychambliss.
Beta:sevfan and emynn.
Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.
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The Joys of Toys (or, Even Students Have Their Uses)
~
At precisely nine forty-eight, Irma rose from her chair, setting the book she’d been reading down next to the vase she kept on her desk in order to make her rounds. As was her routine, she started with the tables, gently reminding the students there that they had twelve minutes to pack up their books.
Then, she went around to the stacks, checking all the usual places for trysting students. As she had every evening that week, she separated Huggins and Stevens, sending them back to Slytherin, and made sure there were no Disillusioned students hiding in any corners.
Circling back around to the section that the Ravenclaw students frequented, she reminded them they had eight minutes until closing.
As usual, one tried to persuade her of the urgency of their studies. “But, Madam, we have an extra Charms assignment--”
“Which I believe is due in three weeks, Miller. You have ample time to complete your research, and if you’re that worried, come early tomorrow.”
Miller sighed but didn’t argue. Irma smiled to herself. Having been a Ravenclaw, she understood. “Rules are rules,” she reminded her. “Now off with you.”
Humming as she made her final circuit, Irma rounded a corner and was shocked to see Bruce Mitchell in a corner, intently reading. Not that Gryffindors don’t read, she thought as she moved closer. But it’s unusual behaviour for him.
“Mr Mitchell.”
The child jumped, the book he was so carefully perusing falling from his hands. A magazine tumbled from inside it. Mitchell tried to retrieve it, but Irma was faster. She Summoned it, raising an eyebrow when she saw what it was. “Really, Mitchell? Pornography?”
“It’s not-- It has an article on Quidditch,” Mitchell stammered.
Irma snorted. “Indeed. Well this is a strange sort of Quidditch mag. I’m confiscating it.” Slipping it into her robes, she crossed her arms. “The library is closed. If you don’t want points deducted I suggest you return to your dorm immediately.”
Mitchell looked like he wanted to argue but, wisely deciding against it, stood up and walked away, leaving the book he’d been concealing his porn inside on the floor. Shaking her head, Irma re-shelved it.
By the time she had everything settled it was ten fifteen and she was exhausted. Making her way to her shared quarters, she wondered if Poppy would be there. When she opened the door to see her lover seated comfortably in a chair by the fire, a glass of wine by her side, Irma sighed.
Looking up, Poppy smiled in welcome. “There you are. I just poured you some wine to breathe.”
“Bless you,” Irma said, closing the door. “I swear the children get more recalcitrant every year.”
Poppy chuckled. “Because we were never like that.”
Irma blushed, recalling a few incidents of being rousted from the Astronomy Tower. “It was different back then.”
“I’m sure.” Rising, Poppy walked to Irma, hugging her. “You look exhausted. Here, let me take your robes while you sit and relax.”
Irma hummed, already feeling the tension leave her. “I love you.”
“And I, you.” Kissing her gently, Poppy began tugging at her robes. “Now off with these.”
Smiling, Irma did as she was bid, settling into the chair next to Poppy’s. Sipping her wine, she closed her eyes. Thank goodness for thoughtful partners.
~
When she rose the next day, Poppy made sure not to wake Irma before going out into the living area for her early breakfast. The elves had already delivered it and, humming, she poured her tea and reached for the paper. Instead of the Prophet, however, there was a magazine lying next to her plate.
“How odd,” she murmured softly, picking it up.
An elf popped up beside her. “We is finding that in Miss Pince’s robes, so we is leaving it here for her while we cleans them.”
Poppy nodded. “Ah, well thank you, Loopy.”
Loopy bowed, then disappeared.
Poppy opened the mag, blinking at what she saw. Oh my! On page after page were women playing with, well, sex toys. Hands shaking, Poppy’s eyes widened as she watched one woman slide a dildo nicknamed the Azalea in and out of herself, and another using a vibrator on her clit. By the time she got to the woman pulling anal beads out of her arse, Poppy was panting.
Pursing her lips, she wondered if this was Irma giving her a hint that their sex like could use some excitement. Continuing to flip through, Poppy then found where the toys could be ordered. Slowly, she smiled. Well, my love, she thought, pulling out her wand to start ordering. If it’s excitement you want, it’s excitement you’ll get.
~
Irma had forgotten all about Mitchell’s mag until the following evening when she ran across him again in the stacks. “Again, Mr Mitchell?” she said, tone dry. “Haven’t you met your quota for time in the library this term?”
Without a word he handed over his latest bit of porn and left.
Rolling her eyes, Irma slipped it into her pocket and then paused. Whatever happened to that other mag--?
A crash made her wince and, hurrying towards where a Ravenclaw had been trying to carry too many books, Irma helped the child, porn forgotten.
By the time she got home it was ten thirty and she was tired. Walking in, she didn’t see Poppy and she sighed. She must have had a medical emergency.
Starting to shed her robes, Irma walked into the bedroom, and froze.
The scene was set for seduction, with floating candles, the bed turned down invitingly, and Poppy in a lovely, transparent negligee. Spread out on the bed was an array of what looked like sex toys. “Poppy?”
Poppy smiled, stretching out her hand. “I thought we could use a bit of...excitement.”
Irma clasped Poppy’s hand, only to be hauled close and kissed soundly. When they separated, she was panting. “We need excitement?” she asked, eyeing the items on the bed.
“Everyone needs excitement,” murmured Poppy, steering her towards the bed. “And you’ve been working hard lately.”
“So have you,” said Irma as Poppy helped her out of her clothes.
“Which just means we both deserve this.” Pushing her onto the bed, Poppy smiled. “Come on, love. Stop overthinking. Sometimes you just have to let things go.”
Exhaling, Irma settled herself against the pillows. “All right,” she agreed. “So, are you going to demonstrate all these...items for me?”
“No.” Poppy’s grin was wicked. “You’re going to demonstrate them for me.”
~
She truly is gorgeous, thought Poppy as she slowly slid the anal beads out of Irma’s arse.
With her hair spread across the pillow as she whipped her head back and forth in the throes of pleasure, Irma was stunning.
Poppy slipped a third finger into Irma’s cunt, smiling as Irma moaned encouragement. “What do you want, love?”
“Your mouth,” Irma panted, undulating her hips. “Please--”
“Of course.” Poppy was close herself, turned on by seeing her normally self-possessed lover losing herself so thoroughly in their lovemaking. With her fingers still inside Irma, Poppy kissed her way down Irma’s body, lingering in a few places before finally sliding her tongue over her clit, tasting her, laving her sensitive flesh.
Irma cried out, arching up in pleasure, her hand buried in Poppy’s hair. “Yes, Merlin yes,” she groaned. “Please--”
Poppy hummed, flicking her tongue as fast as she could, and Irma bucked, coming with a groan, her body shuddering through her orgasm. Poppy continued to lick her through the tremors, only pulling back when Irma’s fingers stop tugging her hair. She raised her head and smiled. “All right?”
“That was lovely.” Irma smiled. “What made you decide to do this?”
“I found that mag in your robes.” Poppy licked her lips. “I assumed you meant for me to find it and to...act on it?”
A strange look crossed Irma’s face and she laughed. “I...all right, let’s assume that.” Reaching for Poppy, she pulled her up and kissed her. “So, what’s next?” she asked, hands stroking Poppy’s back. “It’s your turn I think.”
Poppy grinned. “I was hoping you’d want to try that double-headed strap-on.” She nuzzled Irma’s cheek. “According to the package it vibrates.”
“Oh.” Slowly, Irma smiled. “Yes, that could be fun.”
Poppy rolled onto her back, pulling Irma on top of her. “Shall we spice things up, then?”
“Most definitely.”
~
Author:
alisanneRating: NC-17
Pairing: Poppy Pomfrey/Irma Pince
Summary: Students have their uses.
Word Count: 1475
Genre: Erotica, humor, romance.
Warnings: Sexy older ladies being sexy. *g* (Which is to say, none).
A/N: Written for
hp_may_madness's 2014 fest. Day twenty two prompt(s) used:Sometimes you need to let things go, Vase, Quota, Azalea.
Kink: Sex Toys.
This pairing was suggested by
kellychambliss. Beta:
sevfan and emynn. Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.
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The Joys of Toys (or, Even Students Have Their Uses)
~
At precisely nine forty-eight, Irma rose from her chair, setting the book she’d been reading down next to the vase she kept on her desk in order to make her rounds. As was her routine, she started with the tables, gently reminding the students there that they had twelve minutes to pack up their books.
Then, she went around to the stacks, checking all the usual places for trysting students. As she had every evening that week, she separated Huggins and Stevens, sending them back to Slytherin, and made sure there were no Disillusioned students hiding in any corners.
Circling back around to the section that the Ravenclaw students frequented, she reminded them they had eight minutes until closing.
As usual, one tried to persuade her of the urgency of their studies. “But, Madam, we have an extra Charms assignment--”
“Which I believe is due in three weeks, Miller. You have ample time to complete your research, and if you’re that worried, come early tomorrow.”
Miller sighed but didn’t argue. Irma smiled to herself. Having been a Ravenclaw, she understood. “Rules are rules,” she reminded her. “Now off with you.”
Humming as she made her final circuit, Irma rounded a corner and was shocked to see Bruce Mitchell in a corner, intently reading. Not that Gryffindors don’t read, she thought as she moved closer. But it’s unusual behaviour for him.
“Mr Mitchell.”
The child jumped, the book he was so carefully perusing falling from his hands. A magazine tumbled from inside it. Mitchell tried to retrieve it, but Irma was faster. She Summoned it, raising an eyebrow when she saw what it was. “Really, Mitchell? Pornography?”
“It’s not-- It has an article on Quidditch,” Mitchell stammered.
Irma snorted. “Indeed. Well this is a strange sort of Quidditch mag. I’m confiscating it.” Slipping it into her robes, she crossed her arms. “The library is closed. If you don’t want points deducted I suggest you return to your dorm immediately.”
Mitchell looked like he wanted to argue but, wisely deciding against it, stood up and walked away, leaving the book he’d been concealing his porn inside on the floor. Shaking her head, Irma re-shelved it.
By the time she had everything settled it was ten fifteen and she was exhausted. Making her way to her shared quarters, she wondered if Poppy would be there. When she opened the door to see her lover seated comfortably in a chair by the fire, a glass of wine by her side, Irma sighed.
Looking up, Poppy smiled in welcome. “There you are. I just poured you some wine to breathe.”
“Bless you,” Irma said, closing the door. “I swear the children get more recalcitrant every year.”
Poppy chuckled. “Because we were never like that.”
Irma blushed, recalling a few incidents of being rousted from the Astronomy Tower. “It was different back then.”
“I’m sure.” Rising, Poppy walked to Irma, hugging her. “You look exhausted. Here, let me take your robes while you sit and relax.”
Irma hummed, already feeling the tension leave her. “I love you.”
“And I, you.” Kissing her gently, Poppy began tugging at her robes. “Now off with these.”
Smiling, Irma did as she was bid, settling into the chair next to Poppy’s. Sipping her wine, she closed her eyes. Thank goodness for thoughtful partners.
~
When she rose the next day, Poppy made sure not to wake Irma before going out into the living area for her early breakfast. The elves had already delivered it and, humming, she poured her tea and reached for the paper. Instead of the Prophet, however, there was a magazine lying next to her plate.
“How odd,” she murmured softly, picking it up.
An elf popped up beside her. “We is finding that in Miss Pince’s robes, so we is leaving it here for her while we cleans them.”
Poppy nodded. “Ah, well thank you, Loopy.”
Loopy bowed, then disappeared.
Poppy opened the mag, blinking at what she saw. Oh my! On page after page were women playing with, well, sex toys. Hands shaking, Poppy’s eyes widened as she watched one woman slide a dildo nicknamed the Azalea in and out of herself, and another using a vibrator on her clit. By the time she got to the woman pulling anal beads out of her arse, Poppy was panting.
Pursing her lips, she wondered if this was Irma giving her a hint that their sex like could use some excitement. Continuing to flip through, Poppy then found where the toys could be ordered. Slowly, she smiled. Well, my love, she thought, pulling out her wand to start ordering. If it’s excitement you want, it’s excitement you’ll get.
~
Irma had forgotten all about Mitchell’s mag until the following evening when she ran across him again in the stacks. “Again, Mr Mitchell?” she said, tone dry. “Haven’t you met your quota for time in the library this term?”
Without a word he handed over his latest bit of porn and left.
Rolling her eyes, Irma slipped it into her pocket and then paused. Whatever happened to that other mag--?
A crash made her wince and, hurrying towards where a Ravenclaw had been trying to carry too many books, Irma helped the child, porn forgotten.
By the time she got home it was ten thirty and she was tired. Walking in, she didn’t see Poppy and she sighed. She must have had a medical emergency.
Starting to shed her robes, Irma walked into the bedroom, and froze.
The scene was set for seduction, with floating candles, the bed turned down invitingly, and Poppy in a lovely, transparent negligee. Spread out on the bed was an array of what looked like sex toys. “Poppy?”
Poppy smiled, stretching out her hand. “I thought we could use a bit of...excitement.”
Irma clasped Poppy’s hand, only to be hauled close and kissed soundly. When they separated, she was panting. “We need excitement?” she asked, eyeing the items on the bed.
“Everyone needs excitement,” murmured Poppy, steering her towards the bed. “And you’ve been working hard lately.”
“So have you,” said Irma as Poppy helped her out of her clothes.
“Which just means we both deserve this.” Pushing her onto the bed, Poppy smiled. “Come on, love. Stop overthinking. Sometimes you just have to let things go.”
Exhaling, Irma settled herself against the pillows. “All right,” she agreed. “So, are you going to demonstrate all these...items for me?”
“No.” Poppy’s grin was wicked. “You’re going to demonstrate them for me.”
~
She truly is gorgeous, thought Poppy as she slowly slid the anal beads out of Irma’s arse.
With her hair spread across the pillow as she whipped her head back and forth in the throes of pleasure, Irma was stunning.
Poppy slipped a third finger into Irma’s cunt, smiling as Irma moaned encouragement. “What do you want, love?”
“Your mouth,” Irma panted, undulating her hips. “Please--”
“Of course.” Poppy was close herself, turned on by seeing her normally self-possessed lover losing herself so thoroughly in their lovemaking. With her fingers still inside Irma, Poppy kissed her way down Irma’s body, lingering in a few places before finally sliding her tongue over her clit, tasting her, laving her sensitive flesh.
Irma cried out, arching up in pleasure, her hand buried in Poppy’s hair. “Yes, Merlin yes,” she groaned. “Please--”
Poppy hummed, flicking her tongue as fast as she could, and Irma bucked, coming with a groan, her body shuddering through her orgasm. Poppy continued to lick her through the tremors, only pulling back when Irma’s fingers stop tugging her hair. She raised her head and smiled. “All right?”
“That was lovely.” Irma smiled. “What made you decide to do this?”
“I found that mag in your robes.” Poppy licked her lips. “I assumed you meant for me to find it and to...act on it?”
A strange look crossed Irma’s face and she laughed. “I...all right, let’s assume that.” Reaching for Poppy, she pulled her up and kissed her. “So, what’s next?” she asked, hands stroking Poppy’s back. “It’s your turn I think.”
Poppy grinned. “I was hoping you’d want to try that double-headed strap-on.” She nuzzled Irma’s cheek. “According to the package it vibrates.”
“Oh.” Slowly, Irma smiled. “Yes, that could be fun.”
Poppy rolled onto her back, pulling Irma on top of her. “Shall we spice things up, then?”
“Most definitely.”
~
