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“That’s what you decided to wear to breakfast?” Theo took in the micro dress and sky-high heels with a raised brow.
Pansy ignored him and settled into her seat on the patio and sipped the coffee he had waiting for her. She crossed her legs and the waiter across the small patio stumbled and dropped his tray.
“Did you even go home last night?”
“I didn’t go out.” Pansy replied, letting her eyes trace down the line of shops, telling herself it wasn’t because she was checking the time on the clock down the street.
“So that’s what you decided was appropriate for breakfast at 7 on a Thursday?” Theo didn’t sound convinced, but Pansy couldn’t bring herself to care. He knew she was up to something, and frankly, she didn’t care. The fact that the dress was entirely inappropriate for a chilly fall morning didn’t matter either.
“Why should it matter what time it is? I wanted to wear it, so I did.”
“To breakfast. With me.”
“You can still appreciate the feminine form even if you’re head over heels for Scarhead.” She sipped her coffee again, eyes catching on the clock. Her heart thumped hard.
“The only thing I can’t figure out is why you want to have breakfast on the Alley when you normally refuse to even step foot here. It’s been four months, always on Thursday morning before seven. I know you’re using me, but I can’t quite pinpoint for what.” Theo stood up, shaking his head. “If you can’t be honest, I won’t be party to it anymore.”
“Nott, you’re really overreacting.”
“And you only use my last name when I’ve pegged you and you’re trying to throw me off.” He raised a brow. “Who is he, Parks?”
“What makes you think it’s a man?”
“That’s literally the only thing that would have you consistently out of bed this early and with this regularity.” Theo turned and began to scan the street. Pansy panicked and stood, suddenly rethinking her plan. As if anything she wore would break that perfectly poised facade he presented the world. The man never had a hair out of place, never looked ruffled, and had never looked her way twice.
She was desperate to know what it would take to break his composure.
Picking her jacket up off the chair, she wasn’t surprised when Theo helped her into it. She barely belted it, palms slick at what she was about to attempt.
She had to get a second glance.
“So next week? Same time, I’m assuming?” Theo asked and Pansy nodded absently. He sighed and turned on the spot, apparating away. Pansy stepped off the patio onto the street at precisely 7:31. Walking down the street, she saw him exit his brother’s shop, like he did every Thursday morning at this precise time. She strode toward him, heels clicking on the cobblestones, heart beating double time.
He was wearing a chocolate brown tweed suit this morning and she nearly moaned. As usual, not a hair was out of place, he was perfectly buttoned, the consummate British businessman on his way into the office.
He started up the street toward her, his cool blue eyes taking in her long jacket and the expanse of leg it left on display before flicking to the side.
With a perfectly timed sway, Pansy bumped their shoulders as they passed, her jacket artfully falling open, and he turned to catch her. The apology was already dripping from his lips when his eyes landed on the short skirt of the dress underneath. He coughed, composure returned as he held her elbow firmly.
“I do apologize Miss-”
“Parkinson,” Pansy cut in. His eyes narrowed slightly before he nodded.
“Miss Parkinson. It appears the cobbles here are a bit loose. If you are alright, I’ll leave you to your morning.”
“I’m quite alright. I’m not normally so clumsy.” She held out an ankle, the delicate strap of her heels circling it. “New heels.” His eyes dropped, exactly as she had intended and he coughed again, eyes snapping back up.
“Quite right. Well, good day, Miss Parkinson.”
“Good day, Mr. Weasley,” she replied and pulled her jacket closed slowly, his focus on the motion. When his eyes met hers again, they were no longer cool. With a nod she turned and continued up the street, letting her gaze hit the windows across the street.
He hadn’t moved and he was still facing her direction. Pansy let a larger smile curl across her lips before she apparated home with a pop.
It was three weeks before she let herself go back on a Thursday morning, this time at Theo’s request. The weather had turned even cooler, and she opted for a sharp pantsuit, as she had an appointment with her solicitor after breakfast.
“I’m surprised you held out this long.” Theo bit into his scone. “You’re not usually one for delayed gratification.”
“I have no clue what you’re talking about.” Pansy sipped at her coffee, pleased when her new lipstick charm held.
“Then I suppose you won’t care that Harry had the oddest conversation with one of the Weasley brothers at Sunday luncheon.” Pansy froze and cursed when Theo chuckled. “But which was it, I wonder? Not the dragon tamer, he’s still in Romania. And the curse-breaker is in France with his lovely wife and their adorable brats.” He sipped his coffee and Pansy nearly growled. The sparkle in the other man’s bright blue eyes belied the amusement he was taking out of this whole situation. “Could it have been the joke shop owner, or the one who visits him?”
“Theo,” Pansy warned.
“Every Thursday, coincidentally. Before work.” Theo glanced at his watch. “And must leave precisely at 7:31 to ensure he gets to the Ministry exactly at 7:45.”
The distant jingle of a shop’s bell tinkled across the Alley, cheery and bright in the brisk morning air.
“What. Did. He. Say.” Pansy’s voice was strained, but soft, years of etiquette training barely keeping her from leaping across the table at the infuriating man across from her. The urge to turn and watch him pass nearly killed her as well, but she wouldn’t give Theo the satisfaction. Locked in a staring contest, she was missing her opportunity to see the object of her obsession, and a part of her mourned.
“Ask him yourself.” Theo replied, suddenly looking past her with a bright smile. “Percy! So good to see you again so soon!”
“Theodore, a pleasure.” Percy stopped next to their table. “And Miss Parkinson, I believe.” Pansy felt like a deer in headlights. She turned her head and met his gaze.
“I- uh-” Pansy swallowed hard and forced a smile. “Good to see you, too, Mr. Weasley.”
“Please, call me Percy.” His eyes flicked from hers to her lips, which she knew were a vibrant red this morning. “Theodore, I regret to cut our conversation short, but I must be going.”
“Of course, wouldn’t do for you to be late.” Theo smiled charmingly and Percy nodded. “Will you be at luncheon on Sunday?”
“Of course. Mum said the apples on the tree are ready, so she’ll be making her famous pie. I wouldn’t miss it.” Percy nodded to Theo. “Miss Parkinson-”
“Pansy. Call me Pansy,” she blurted and the slightest curve lifted the corner of Percy’s lips.
“Pansy, it was lovely to see you as well.” He paused a moment, then carried on a bit more quickly. “And Mum is always happy to have extra guests at the table. Perhaps you could join me- us- for luncheon this week. The pie is not to be missed.”
Pansy was dimly aware of Theo’s jaw hitting the table behind her, but she was too focused on Percy to do anything but nod.
“Then it’s settled. I’ll see you both on Sunday.” He turned and strode off quickly. Once he was around the corner, Pansy held up a hand, forestalling Theo’s barrage of questions.
“Not one fucking word, Nott. Not one,” she hissed, and apparated away on the spot.
“Potter, what did he say?” It was Friday morning, and Pansy had managed to use Draco to get her onto the Auror floor, sending the blond away on a coffee run so she could catch the other man alone.
“What?” Potter looked completely lost. “Who?”
“Weasley, last Sunday.”
“Which Weasley, Pansy? I was at the Burrow, so I talked to all of them .”
“You know, it’s a bit weird to hang out with your ex-girlfriend’s family so much.”
“Or not weird because it also happens to be my best friend’s family as well, but whatever.” Potter rolled his eyes. “But seriously, I need more context.”
“Percy.” Pansy supplied, narrowing her eyes when Potter’s did.
“Wait, why are you asking me and not Theo? We were both there.”
“Because Theo’s a prick.”
“You haven’t answered his owls. He’s been pouting.”
“So fuck him and get him over it. I need information, Potter.” The stubborn man shook his head and crossed his arms.
“No, he won’t let me. So I’m not telling you anything unless you agree to answer his owls.”
“Pretty Slytherin tactic there, Potter. Sure your partner hasn’t been rubbing off on you?”
“Draco, no. Theo? He rubs off on me all the time,” Potter paused, cheeks coloring a bit as he realized what he had just said. “Regardless, I’m not saying a word unless you promise.”
“And you’ll take the word of a Slytherin?”
“No, I’ll take yours.” Potter shot back and Pansy stopped. Potter raised a brow and she huffed.
“Fine, I’ll answer his bloody owl. Now, tell me what Percy said.”
“It wasn’t much. He just asked whether we knew you.”
“And what did you say ?”
“Theo said you two were best friends.”
“Is that all?”
“He asked if you worked anywhere on the Alley.” Potter shrugged. “That was about it.”
“About it, or all of it?” Pansy snapped.
“I mean, yeah? Theo mentioned you were single, then George walked up and made a joke.”
“About me?” Pansy was horrified at what the eccentric man could have possibly said about her.
“Oh, no, about Ron. He managed to get himself rather publicly dumped again.”
“Weasley is always getting himself publicly dumped because he has never understood the meaning of discrete,” Draco drawled, walking back into the office with two cups of coffee. “I take it you didn’t just come to have coffee, Pansy. What do you want?”
“Always so sweet, Draco. I haven’t seen you in weeks because you’ve been so wrapped up in Granger. Is it so wrong that I wanted to drop in on my best friend?”
“Yes.” Draco deadpanned. Potter snorted.
“Well fine, then I’ll leave.” Pansy stood and strode from the room, ignoring Draco when he called after her.
Sunday morning, Pansy was up with the sun. She had answered Theo’s owl to tell him she would be flooing into his place to go with him and Potter to Sunday luncheon at the Burrow.
At Percy’s request.
She had already considered and discarded twelve different outfits. All were either too dressy or completely wrong for luncheon at the Burrow . With a curse as she looked at the clock and realized she was out of time, she pulled on a long sleeve black sweater, khaki skirt with some double button detailing up both thighs, and a pair of tall boots that made her legs look ridiculously long. At the last minute, she added a garter and silk stockings underneath to ward off the chill that would undoubtedly be in the air out in the country. Slicking on her red lipstick, she smoothed her chic bob and stepped into the floo.
“You knew I was coming!” Pansy yelled, spinning around as soon as she had stepped through. “You’re never early!” Theo threw back as the rustling behind her intensified as both men righted their clothing.
“Well, I am today, so let’s go.”
“Let me grab my trainers,” Potter mumbled, hurrying past Pansy and up the stairs. Pansy turned and glared at her best friend, whose hair was a tangled mess.
“You’ve got it bad.” Theo leaned against the back of the sofa, tucking his hands in his pockets.
“Fuck off, Nott.”
“I was trying to, but you interrupted. Now I have to wait.” He looked her outfit over again. “You do realize this is a casual lunch, right?”
“This is casual.”
“Nothing about those boots is casual, Parks.” Theo stood up as Potter came down the stairs in muggle jeans and trainers. Theo wore khaki slacks and a knitted jumper with loafers.
“Fuck off, Theo,” Pansy growled and all the infuriating man did was smile and throw the floo powder into the fireplace.
Pansy had never felt so out of place in her life.
Sure, she had been to the Burrow before, but never during what appeared to be a normal family gathering.
And Theo was right, her boots were anything but casual. George had given her a once over when they bumped into each other outside the loo and whistled lowly.
“Nice boots, Parkinson.”
“Thank you?”
“No, really. Think they come in my size?” George wiggled his eyebrows and Pansy rolled her eyes.
“I doubt it, but I’ll let you know if I come across any.” The man grinned and Pansy took the opportunity to head back down the hall toward the kitchen.
As she passed through the living room, a choked cough caught her attention. Turning her head, she locked eyes with Percy. His usual jacket was missing, but his dark colored slacks were perfectly pressed and held up with a pair of matching suspenders. The top button of his shirt was undone, revealing a bit of skin she had never seen on him before. She watched him swallow, the motion framed by his open collar. He reached up in a reflexive move to adjust a tie that wasn’t there, and she realized his sleeves were rolled up and it was her turn to swallow.
“Miss Parkinson- Pansy- you came.” He recovered first, taking a step towards her. She nodded and he nodded back. “That’s, um, that’s good. Good you’re here.” His eyes dropped to the tops of her boots and the stretch of stockings between them and the hem of her skirt. He licked his lips and looked back up. “I like your boots,” he said.
“Your brother said the same,” Pansy replied inanely, unable to think of anything else to say. She had fantasized about this man for months since bumping into him at a Ministry soiree as Nott’s cover before he and Potter outed themselves, had imagined their first conversation a million times, and now that she was in the moment, that’s what she came up with?
“Brother?” Percy looked confused, then his brows dropped. “If he said anything untoward-”
“Oh, no, nothing like that. Asked where he could get a pair,” Pansy said quickly. Percy sighed at that.
“George, then.” He shook his head. “Well, I hope he didn’t offend.”
“Of course not.” Pansy shook her head. The two continued to stare at each other.
“Uh, did you guys not hear Mum? Lunch is ready.” Pansy jumped at the sound of George’s voice. She spun and hurried into the other room, but didn’t miss Percy quietly berating George’s comment about making her uncomfortable and the other man’s subsequent yelp.
Pansy found herself between George and Percy at the table. The redhead on her right kept up a steady stream of chatter, while the one on her left spoke in precise, measured sentences. At one point, Pansy reached for her cup, but Percy’s hand on hers made her freeze.
“I would get a fresh glass if I were you.” His voice was low and close to her ear. “I do believe George added something to the punch and I would hate for you to fall victim to his latest prank.” He leaned back and returned to his other conversation while Pansy swiftly vanished the liquid in her glass, replacing it with water.
When the other people at the table began steaming out of their ears, she was thankful for the warning. As the room filled with steam and shouting, everyone trekked outside, leaving the two of them alone at the table.
“Is this- is this normal?” Pansy finally asked, breaking the silence.
“Unfortunately, yes.” Percy sighed and turned toward her. “But, then, it’s always been this way with George.” He shrugged, then stood. “Would you like some pie?”
“I would.” Pansy rose and followed him into the quiet of the kitchen. A few dishes were washing themselves in the sink, and the homey feeling of the room eased some of her nerves. Percy carefully cut a slice of pie and plated it, grabbing a fork before crossing the room. Pansy reached for it, but he held it up and away. He very deliberately scooped a bite onto the fork and held it up. He waited patiently, those cool blue eyes of his slowly warming.
“Well, would you like a bite?” He asked, a teasing curve lifting his lips. Pansy nodded and opened her mouth. He very carefully slipped the bite in, and she closed her lips around it. He watched the motion before forking up another bite. He waited while she chewed before offering it to her. The commotion outside faded away entirely as Percy slowly fed her the pie, bite by bite. Once he was done, he set the plate on the counter, the fork clinking softly. “Now, would you mind if I had a taste as well?” Pansy’s brow furrowed. She turned toward the pie and Percy chuckled softly. “Not like that.” He stepped forward and slowly leaned in. “Will you give me a taste, Pansy?” he asked softly and she shivered, then nodded, closing the gap between them.
His lips on hers were as precisely controlled as the rest of him, at least, they were until she slid her tongue against them. Then, they devoured her. Her hands wrapped around his suspenders while his found her ass, hauling her against him. She lost herself in him until the creak of the door had them springing apart. Both were breathing heavily, lips swollen. Pansy tugged her skirt back down into place as Percy adjusted his shirt. “Weasley townhouse, Afton Square. Thirty minutes.” He looked her over, the heat in his eyes making her shiver. “That is, if I’m not being too presumptuous.”
“You’re- you’re not,” Pansy managed hoarsely. Percy nodded and left the room. She heard him tendering his farewells, citing work. As she stepped into the dining room, she heard his mother ask if he had gotten any pie. He just smiled and said he had had his fill. Pansy couldn’t help her blush and she flipped Theo off when he narrowed his eyes at her.
Declining the pie, Pansy made her excuses exactly twenty seven minutes later, telling Theo she’d meet him for lunch later that week. Thanking Mrs. Weasley for lunch, and accepting an open invitation to return, she slipped out the floo back to her place, then promptly stepped back through, calling out the address Percy had given.
He was waiting for her in a meticulously neat living area. The navy blue couch behind him had a perfectly placed throw, there was no clutter in sight, and the only thing that hinted at there being an occupant in the home was the small stack of books on the side table.
“You’re early.”
“I don’t like being late.”
“Are you saying that because you think it would please me?” She shook her head.
“No. I know it’s fashionable amongst the pureblood set, but I’ve always abhorred that particular trend. It’s incredibly rude.” Percy listened quietly, eyes assessing her.
“You’ve been on the Alley every Thursday for months.” His statement was matter of fact, and she was so surprised he had noticed her all she could do was nod. “Then you weren’t for three weeks. Why?”
Pansy considered lying or changing the subject, anything to protect herself. When the truth spilled from her lips, she was just as surprised as he was. “I was embarrassed. Afraid you would think I was a cheap floozy after my stunt.” She shrugged, deciding to go for broke. “It was rather childish.”
“I found it rather inspiring.” He took a few steps toward her. “And quite distracting. I was late to work that morning.” Another step. “The Minister asked if I was ill. I had to make up an excuse about giving extensive aid to a beautiful woman after she had tripped on the street.” His eyes traced her body slowly. “I haven’t been able to get the image of you in that short skirt and long jacket out of my head, then you show up today in those bloody boots-” He broke off and took a deep breath, his voice low and thick as he continued. “If I’m reading this wrong, tell me now, because if not, I’m going to discover if you’re wearing a proper garter belt under that Merlin-forsaken skirt and I won’t stop until you’re screaming my name.”
In response, Pansy slipped the zip on her skirt, letting it fall to her feet. Percy groaned and dropped to his knees in front of her, hands landing on her still-booted calves.
“You are a vision,” he murmured, his hands sliding up to the top of her boots, then along her stockings, fingers tracing the silk of her garters, holding up the stockings. He leaned in and kissed the skin just above the line of the stockings, his hands coming up to cup her ass. “This lace is beautiful on you, but I’d rather see it on my floor.” He continued tracing kisses up the short expanse from the top of her stockings to the waistline of her knickers. His eyes met hers and he grinned wickedly. “May I have another taste of sweetness, Pansy?”
“Oh, please, yes,” she murmured. He wrapped his arms a bit more firmly around her, and with a soft pop she found herself standing in a dimly lit bedroom. With a gentle push, she fell back onto the bed behind her. She propped herself up on her elbows and watched while Percy slowly and deliberately hooked his thumbs one at a time through his suspenders and pulled them off. He then slowly and carefully unbuttoned his shirt, sending it with a wordless spell to lay neatly across the chair on the other side of the room. Pansy took the opportunity to take in his lightly toned upper body, and the sprawling tattoo that covered his left pec. He caught her glance and smirked.
“Not everything is as it appears on the surface.” With a snap, she felt a breath of cool air on her core and realized he had vanished her knickers, leaving her garters, stockings, and boots in place. He reached out and picked up one of her hands, setting it on his head. “Just don’t pull too hard, hmm?”
If she had thought he would be prim and proper in his approach, teasing and delicate, the erroneous belief was immediately ripped from her psyche. Percy dove in with abandon, tongue seeking out the most sensitive parts of her and stimulating them with a fervor that bordered on too much. Within minutes she was whimpering, her hips jerking against his mouth. He lifted his head, mouth and chin glistening with her.
“Hold still, Pansy.” She whimpered again and the side of his lips lifted in a devious smile. “If you move, I’ll stop.”
“But-”
“Do you not trust me to give you what you need?” He held her gaze for a long moment.
“Percy,” her breathy moan made him smile. His lips curved into a softer smile.
“Hold still, Pansy.” Percy repeated, then leaned in and began a more deliberate assault on her, focusing his lips and tongue on her clit. Fighting the urge to buck against him, she bit her knuckle, the other hand gripping the sheets tightly. Seeming to take pity on her, he braced his hands on both of her thighs, simultaneously opening her to him and helping her stay in place. He brought her right to the edge, and she was about to tumble over it when he suddenly backed off. Biting back a frustrated groan, Pansy figured it was a fluke.
But when he did it again twice more, she almost sobbed.
“Percy, please,” she whimpered.
“There you are,” he purred against her. “I thought I told you I wanted to hear you scream my name.” He suckled on her, making her whimper. “I want to hear every sound, sweet Pansy.” Dropping her other hand back to his hair, Pansy wound her fingers in the longer strands.
“Make me come,” she moaned, pulling him against her core. He groaned and began licking in earnest again. Pansy let herself go, babbling incoherently, clutching at Percy’s hair as he pulled her closer to the edge. “Oh, there, there, there, please, please, oh, don’t stop, please, please, please, PERCY!”
She fell over, body shaking with the intensity of her orgasm as her vision whitened. She came back a few moments later to Percy still between her thighs, lapping gently at her sensitive flesh. She mewled, then moaned louder as he slid a finger into her tight channel.
“So hot and wet for me.” He licked gently at her clit, making her hips jerk involuntarily. She quickly stilled and he chuckled. “And trying so hard to be good for me.” He added another finger, scissoring them gently and making her hips rock again. “That’s a good girl. You can ride my hand, as long as you keep making those exquisite noises,” Percy continued, suckling gently at her as his fingers continued to pump into her, dragging across the bit of her few other men had been able to locate. “You’ll come for me again, won’t you, sweet Pansy?” His words had her tightening her grip on his hair as she moaned. He chuckled. “And then,” he punctuated his words with a devious swipe of his tongue, making her gasp, “I’d like to fuck you.” He leaned back and smiled. “Based on how tightly you just squeezed my fingers, I’d say you like that idea. Will you come for me again, Pansy?” His fingers sped up, hooking perfectly, before he slid in a third. “You take my fingers so well. I can’t wait to feel you squeezing my cock, you beautiful girl. Now, I’m going to keep licking you and I want you to come as loudly as you can. Will you do that for me?”
Pansy could only moan her agreement, which seemed to be enough for Percy as he reapplied himself with single-minded focus. He brought her to the edge and kept her there for an agonizing amount of time before suckling sharply on her clit and she was gone, screaming his name into the room, fingers locked tightly in his hair.
“Fuck, you are gorgeous when you come.” Percy murmured in her ear as he whispered a quick cleansing spell on his face before he finally climbed onto the bed next to her. When he had lost his pants, she was unsure, but as she took in his cock she hummed contentedly. Thick and just long enough that she knew he would hit her just right, she leaned down to wrap her lips around him, intending on returning some of the favor, but his hands in her hair stopped her.
“You don’t want-”
“Oh, I do, but if you wrap those beautiful rosy lips around me now, I won’t be able to hold back. I’d much rather spill myself deep inside that beautiful cunt of yours, but only if that meets with your approval.” Pansy could only nod but Percy clicked his tongue. “Verbal consent, sweet Pansy.” He drew her up and her lips hovered just over his as she straddled him. “Let me hear you beg for it,” he whispered, drawing a soft moan from her.
“Please, Percy. Please fuck me and fill me,” Pansy barely recognized her own voice, hoarse from her cries.
“Well, when you ask so nicely,” he murmured, kissing her deeply. The cleansing charm he had cast had removed all but the faintest tang of her from his mouth, which she appreciated. She rocked on him, making them both gasp before she reached back and notched him at her entrance. “If you’re sure,” Percy murmured, catching her eyes. “This was a bit swift.”
Pansy didn’t bother responding, just lifted her hips and sank down on him in one glide, gasping as he stretched her, filling her deliciously. Looking up, she saw his eyes had closed, his jaw clenched as her heat swallowed him. His hair was a riotous tangle of auburn against the white pillow, and she longed to cover his perfect, pale skin with rosy bites. Rocking her hips slowly, he groaned, blue eyes snapping open to catch her own.
“Your cunt is exquisite, Pansy,” he growled, sucking in a sharp breath as she rolled her hips again. “That’s my girl, ride me until you come.” He gently pushed her until she sat up, supporting her hips as she rolled and swiveled until his length hit that spot just right. With a gasp, she began rocking quicker and quicker until the orgasm rolled through her. As she slowed, he shook his head. “I didn’t say to stop.”
“But-”
“I want to feel you come again and again and again before I flip us over and truly bury myself in you. Take your pleasure from me.” At his words, all she could do was moan and give in to the prodding of his hands on her hips. She lost count of how many gentle waves of bliss flowed through her as the perspiration began to drip down her back. Percy continued to coax her, the filth dripping from his lips spurring her on and on. She finally collapsed against him, unable to move.
“No- no more,” she panted. “I can’t.” Percy tucked her into him, his cock still hot and thick inside her, his hands skimming across her skin.
“You did so well. So beautiful coming for me, squeezing me.” He rolled them gently, peppering her face and chest with kisses. “But now, I’m going to take my pleasure from your sweet body. Is that alright?”
Too blissed out to care, Pansy could only nod and murmur a faint yes.
“Good girl,” he sucked her nipple into his mouth, “Now hold on for me.”
Slowly sliding out, he pounded back home, setting an insane rhythm that Pansy could only gasp through. How he continued to talk, to praise her cunt, her breasts, her cries she couldn’t fathom. She was entranced by the flush on his cheeks, the wild tangle of his hair, the sweat that dripped down his face. “You’re going to come for me, Pansy.” He panted, thumb finding her clit and rubbing. She jerked and moaned. “Give me one more. Let me feel you,” he cajoled, thumb insistent. With a deep cry of his name, she flew again, and he followed her this time, all but bellowing her name as he emptied himself deep in her clenching cunt. With a groan, he collapsed next to her, hand splayed across her stomach as they both panted. He waved his other hand and a cooling charm sent a welcome blast over their bodies. “That was bloody brilliant,” he finally mumbled. Pansy could only nod, so lethargic she wasn’t sure she would ever move from his bed. He glanced over at her and chuckled.
“What?” she finally managed to croak.
“Your hair is a glorious tangle.” He reached over and gently tugged a few strands out of her face before leaning up and over to kiss her softly. “I do believe I owe you a shower after that.”
“I’m not sure I could stand,” Pansy mumbled. His grin grew cocky at her words.
“Well, then I guess you’ll just have to stay the night,” Percy threw out, but the color that rose back to his cheeks gave lie to the nonchalance in his tone.
“I think I’d like that,” Pansy said softly after a moment. His bright blue gaze snapped to hers, his smile softening.
“Then in that case, how about a bath? And then after, we can see what I have in the kitchen for dessert.” Pansy nodded contentedly, though the way his gaze was trailing across her form, she had a feeling she knew what dessert would be, and this time, it wouldn’t be apple pie.