Fic: Goodnight, My Sweet Prince, George/Pansy, NC-17 Title: Goodnight, My Sweet Prince Author: Harleen harleen Pairings: George/Pansy Word Count: 580 Rating: NC-17 Warnings: Sex during early pregnancy Disclaimer: I don't own them and no money is being made from this. Summary: Pansy and George spend some quality time together before bed. Author's Notes: This has yet to have a beta, so please bear with any mistakes. I have done a thorough self-beta though. AU to Deathly Hallows. Cross-posted at my journal and at various places.
Pansy was sitting at the vanity in the bedroom, brushing out her raven locks as George reclined on the bed, watching her. She noticed his gaze in the mirror, and paused, placing the brush down before turning around.
"What is on your mind, love?" she asked, giving her husband a shy smile.
"Nothing, I was just thinking," he replied, looking down at his hands.
She shook her head. "It is not nothing when you look away like that. Please, tell me," she said, standing up and walking over to the bed, her emerald green kimono billowing a bit as she moved towards him.
"It's just...you could have any bloke you ever wanted. Why me?" he asked seriously. To him, Fred was the more attractive and self-assured twin; but Pansy had fallen for him, and he was never quite sure why that was.
She sat on the bed next to him, placing one of her hands on his arm. "You were the one who taught me how to love, that love was even possible and not some made-up fairy story that was really a sugar coated lie. That a family could have little, yet still be truly happy, if love is there. That someone who the world may see as a jokester is really a sensitive, caring, thoughtful man." She was giving him a small, peaceful smile as she spoke.
George was quite surprised at this. There she was, Pansy Parkinson, the Princess of Slytherin, saying these things about him. Though now, she was known as Pansy Weasley, the Princess of his heart.
"God, Pansy..." he said softly before taking her into his arms and kissing her.
She returned the kiss eagerly, shifting so he could more easily undress her, moaning and sighing as he explored every inch of of her. When he finally slid inside her, she cried out, her legs wrapping around his waist and her hands roaming across his back and sides.
It always felt so incredible, so perfect with him.
After a few minutes of sharing passionate, deep kisses coupled with their lovemaking, his thrusts became a bit more erratic. It was all too much and she was pushed over the edge, crying his name out to the ceiling as he followed just a few seconds behind her, moaning against the hollow of her neck.
They spent some time recovering, their arms wrapped tightly around each other as they shared small kisses, before he moved to lie next to her, pulling her into his arms.
"I love you, Princess," George said, one of his hands moving to her abdomen, "I can't wait until the baby's born."
Pansy giggled a bit at that, one of her fingers tracing the skin on his arm, playing connect the dots with his freckles. "I love you too, and I cannot wait either. Though it will be several more months until I am due. Do you think that I will be a good Mum?"
"Of course you will, love. The baby's gonna love you." he answered with a grin.
She smiled again, then looked at the clock. "Fred and Katie should be home soon, shall we wait up for them?"
He shook his head. "Nah, they know where to find us."
Snuggling close to her husband, Pansy rested her head against his shoulder. "Goodnight, my sweet Prince," she said just before closing her eyes and drifting off to sleep.