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16th August 2012 23:18 - FIC: A Formal Affair (Astoria/Pansy, NC-17)
Title: A Formal Affair
Author: [info]mindabbles
Characters/Pairings: Pansy Parkinson/Astoria Greengrass (Malfoy)
Rating: NC-17
Kinks/Themes Chosen: Alternate pairing, crossdressing
Other Warnings: None, Astoria and Draco in an open relationship
Word Count: 1,500
Summary/Description: Another dull party. Another day of everyone assuming they know all about Astoria. She's had just about enough of that.



Pansy's shoulder-length, dark hair swung as she walked. It brushed against her stiff, white collar. The tie hid where the buttons strained to stay closed over her round breasts. Astoria watched her walk across the room, admiring the way her arse filled out the conservative, grey trousers. The sight of Pansy's unmistakably womanly body, poured into the confines of a man's shirt and trousers, was about the only thing stopping Astoria from sticking a fork in her eye.

At first, just after she and Draco had married, these affairs had been bearable, fun even. The excuse to put on fabulous dress robes and strut about on Draco's arm had been like going to a fancy dress party every fortnight. Unfortunately, fancy dress parties do tend to lose their appeal and being seen on the arm of someone who spends the evening trying to pull becomes tiresome after a while. It became less tiresome once Astoria started trying to pull as well.

*

Pansy grabbed two goblets from a tray as it hovered near her. She walked toward Astoria and Astoria could hear her feet landing squarely on the floor, heels clacking in heavy boots. Astoria reached out her hand and took a goblet of wine from Pansy. Her fingers brushed against Pansy's and she felt warm and light-headed. Elegant, feminine hands contrasted with the starched cuffs and heavy silver cufflinks.

"You look gorgeous tonight," Pansy said. She looked Astoria over from head to toe and Astoria stopped her hands from moving to smooth the waist of her gown.

"So do you," Astoria said, watching the stiff collar move on Pansy's soft, slim neck.

Pansy barked out a laugh. "That's not what most would say."

"Isn't it? I can't see why." She took a long drink. The wine was rich and smooth on her tongue.

Pansy looked Astoria up and down again, and then glanced around the room. "These people all think they know me. They wouldn't like me if they did. That gets tiresome after a while."

"I think I like you better," Astoria said. She felt intoxicated by the courage it took for Pansy to show up here with all the other women in fine dress robes of silk and velvet. "I find these things tiresome regardless."

"So why do you come?" Pansy asked. She took a drink of her wine and her lips were dark with it when she lowered the goblet. "Surely Draco doesn't care about appearances anymore."

"I certainly don't," Astoria said. "Come with me."

*

"Draco's my best friend," Pansy said, wiping her full, kiss-stung lips with the back of her hand. The low light of the library suited her. It softened her edges, or maybe that was the wine and the kiss.

"I know, and he thinks you need this as much as I do. You don't think he's the only one who gets to play, do you?"

"You've talked about me needing—this? With him?" Pansy said, and Astoria could see the hint of a smile pulling at her lips. "I don't know whether to feel indignant or pleased."

Astoria took Pansy's hand. The skin was warm and soft as she swept her thumb over Pansy's knuckles. "Pleased, I should think."

Music was faintly audible through the heavy library doors, the dull party carrying blessedly on without them. Pink spots showed high on Pansy's cheeks and Astoria could see her mind racing.

"Have you imagined me as a pitiful creature, married to a man who could never love her?"

"Draco's never—"

"You don't need to defend Draco to me," Astoria said. She ran her hand up Pansy's arm, curving her hand around Pansy's neck to take any sting from her tone. "When we married, we both had parents to please and duties to fulfil. We both have desires that aren't compatible with those duties. It might not seem so from the outside, but it works. I do love him and we gave up trying to explain our relationship to anyone ages ago."

"So, you and Draco have talked about me?" Pansy said. She pulled at her tie, loosening it just a bit. "Tell me more about that."

Astoria flicked her wand and locked the library door. Pansy's little grin made her ache between her legs. "Where to start?"

Pansy stepped so close that Astoria could see each of her long eyelashes. "Start with the bit about me needing this as much as you do."

Astoria curved her hand around Pansy's waist, feeling the dip and swell of her hip. The pronounced curves under the structured trousers made her knees melt. She leaned in, tilting her head, and kissed Pansy. She cupped Pansy's face with her other hand and pressed in, feeling Pansy soft skin and soft lips yield to the pressure of the kiss. Astoria tasted every corner of Astoria's mouth and smoothed her hands over her body, tugging gently on her tie.

When Pansy finally pushed back, she kissed fiercely, walking Astoria backwards until the back of her thighs hit the library table. Astoria sighed and felt her body melt into the heat of Pansy's embrace. Pansy's hands were all over her, pulling at her robes and mapping the contours of her body.

"Who needs this?" Pansy murmured, her voice low and husky.

"I do," Astoria said. She leaned and pressed her lips to Pansy's throat, sucking on the warm skin and inhaling the scent of cologne. She ran her hands over the starched shirt, cupping Pansy's full breasts. She could feel the lace of her bra beneath the crisp cotton. "Draco told me that you sometimes wore his clothes in school, and ever since he did, I've thought about you." Astoria slipped the button of Pansy's trousers open and Pansy exhaled slowly. "I've thought about you, and come again and again, imagining how you'd look." She slid her hand inside the trousers and along the front of Pansy's silvery silk boxers.

Astoria traced the placket at the front of the boxers. The silk felt smooth under her fingers. She sighed at the gentle curve of Pansy's belly and warmth between her legs. "Can I?" She whispered the words as she slipped one finger into the opening. Pansy exhaled slowly and tipped her head back, moaning. Astoria worked her finger in, trailing through Pansy's course curls. She teased Pansy, tracing her vulva until Pansy whimpered and only then did she slide her finger into Pansy's wet folds. She pressed her lips to Pansy's and opened her mouth to Pansy's tongue. Her finger slid along Pansy's cunt. "You're so wet," she gasped. She delighted in the way her, now two, fingers slipped over Pansy, finding her clit on each pass.

Pansy rocked her hips, meeting Astoria's hand. "Astoria," she groaned. Her lips were parted and her breath quick.

"Why tonight?" Astoria asked. "Why dress like this in public tonight?" Pansy looked so confident in the Muggle men's clothes and now Astoria was making her breath ragged and her cheeks burn. She slid the trousers over Pansy's hips. Her full, curvy body pulled at the seams of the boxers. Astoria felt more turned on than she had in months.

"Formal attire for a formal affair," Pansy said quickly and then she added quietly, "I'm just tired of it." Her eyes were closed."They all think they understand me."

"Me too," Astoria said.

She slid her fingers back and inside Pansy. She did it again, back and forth from her clit to just slipping inside. A flush crept up Pansy's chest, visible at the open neck of the white shirt.

"But they don't," Pansy breathed.

Astoria flicked her thumb over Pansy's nipple, moving her other hand faster and feeling Pansy's grow wetter and fuller. Pansy rocked hard against her hand and gasped her name. Astoria pressed up with her hand, holding Pansy through her orgasm.

She stepped back and looked. Pansy was pink and dishevelled. Her tie hung loose between her breasts and her trousers hung about her knees.

"Do you think anyone would notice if we left?" Astoria asked, grasping Pansy's tie and pulling her into a kiss.

Pansy stepped closer and slid her thigh between Astoria's. She tilted her head and slid their tongues together. Astoria let Pansy draw her tongue into her mouth and rocked against Pansy's thigh, sighing in relief as the pounding between her legs finally found some pressure.

"No one who matters," Pansy said. "Besides, I think I've already made it clear that I do not care."

Astoria took a deep breath. "Neither do I. What I do care about is how your tongue will feel on me when you lick me until I can't speak."

Pansy wrapped her in her arms and kissed her again. "This affair has become a good deal less tiresome than I expected," Pansy said. "Must remember to thank Draco for insisting that I come along."

"Yes, do," Astoria said and she couldn't help the smug grin that spread on her face. She closed her eyes and the dizzying pull of Apparition was nothing to the anticipation and the way Pansy's tongue curled around hers.
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