spider_nerd (spider_nerd) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-05-20 00:45:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, pansy malfoy, peter parker (spider-man) |
Who: Peter Parker and Pansy Malfoy
When: Friday, April 5
Where: Peter’s place then...?
What: A date
Rating/Warnings:NSFW
Status: Complete
Pansy packed an overnight bag, gassed up her car, filled her pocketbook with gift cards, and headed to Peter’s place. She didn’t really have anything in mind. She had gift cards to a bunch of different places, thinking maybe they might end up in Disneyland. ...Again. Or maybe they’d go somewhere else. Who knew? All Pansy was thinking about was she had the weekend off of work, and wanted to spend quality time with her boyfriend. No distractions.
She drove to his place, parked, then jogged up to knock on the front door.
Pansy might hear some crashing, and banging around, “UH... WAIT! JUST A MOMENT!” Then some more banging around, and then a loud ‘oomph’ from him. He’d been trying to play around with the powers in his dreams. Unfortunately they seemed to either not be working, or to really just be part of a dream. He’d been about to jump to stick to the wall when she’d knocked, thrown him off, and caused him to go crashing back down into his couch and subsequently, his coffee table.
Shaking himself clear of the obvious cobwebs, he quickly maneuvered around the table, fixed it all up, and made his way quickly for the door. Prying it open, he was in a pair of basketball shorts and no shirt, sweating just a bit. Blinking when he saw her, he immediately smiled brightly and leaned in to kiss her.
“Pansy, uh... surprise to see you here. I mean, I see you all the time, so not that surprising, but well, hi!” John and Sherlock weren’t home, so at least they wouldn’t notice the broken up living room. Yet. Probably later.
“So uh, hi come in,” stepping out of the way to let her in. The room was a bit of a mess, with ropes hanging from ceilings, the walls had foot prints on them, and of course the table was broken as well as a lamp and a lampstand.
Pansy broke into a grin at her half-naked boyfriend, and the grin on his face when he saw her. She returned his kiss, then followed him into the living room. “...you... were having fun in here, weren’t you?” She asked, looking around at the footprints on the wall and the broken lampstand.
“Did I miss something? Are you drunk?” She asked, unable to stop the grin from stealing across her lips again. “...without me? Peter Parker, shame on you.” She teased, turning around to smile at him.
“No, no I’m not drunk. I was uh, trying to see if I could do that parkour stuff, turns out that I can not do parkour,” then grinned when she turned around on him. His hand lifting to brush at the back of his head, “I’d never do such a thing without you. Never.” He winked then kissed her lips again, before moving to grab a bottle of water, “Did you want anything?”
He then took a long drink before looking to her, “So uh, grab a seat. We can stay out here if you want, no Sherlock or anything; although, he could be home at any time, so we can sneak into the bedroom. I mean, unless there’s another reason you’re here?”
"I wanted to kidnap you and take you away from all this," Pansy said, lifting her arms to wrap them up and around him. "I thought, I have the weekend free, why don't we go somewhere fun and have a weekend to ourselves. Draco's off on an adventure with Zuko. We should go honeymooning, too. Maybe Disneyland again. I have gift cards." She let go of him to steal his water bottle and sip from it.
He blinked and wrapped his arms around her waist, lifting her back against him as he grinned and raised a brow. His hands settled on the soft small of her back, and drew her in very close as he shrugged his shoulders, “Well then, that sounds like one hell of a plan. No wardrobe malfunctions for you have there been? At least that I should be worried about? I mean I don’t know if I want you walking naked around Disneyland, if that’s where we’re going.”
He then chuckled before raising a brow, “Here, I have a map of California. What we’re going to do, is you’re going to throw a dart at it. Where it lands, we go. If it hits a city, we get the city’s map, and then throw a dart at that, and see where we’re going in the city. Ready?”
“Nope, no wardrobe malfunctions. You? I mean, you’re half-naked, but I’m assuming it’s on purpose...” Pansy wrapped her arms around him again, still holding the water bottle in one hand. She settled in against his chest and gave a gentle sigh. How was it that she fit so perfectly against him?
“I like this plan. Get out some darts, then. I’m ready. I’ll even go blindfolded. No cheating just to get Disneyland.” She teased.
He laughed and went back into his room to go snatch up the map, “Not yet, but who knows what’ll happen later.” He then slipped out with map and darts. He put the map up on the wall, and then stood back before handing her the darts. Then he grabbed a handkerchief and tied it around her eyes, before kissing her neck, “I’ll try to behave.”
He then gave her rear a swat, and then faced her towards the map, “Alright, just straight forward. That’s where the map is.” He then stepped back and watched her, waiting a moment.
“Aww,” Pansy said, holding the dart with goosebumps all along her arm. They’d popped up at the kiss to her neck. He always made her feel like the most sexy, most loved woman on the planet. “You don’t have to try to behave...” She teased, then let him lead her forward closer to the map. A laugh escaped her at the swat to her backside.
“Okay. Here goes.” She said, then lifted her arm, drew it back and tossed the dart at the map. She was blindfolded, so she couldn’t see where it hit.
He pried the blindfold off and laughed, “I should behave until we at least get to our destination, hmm? Don’t want John or Sherlock walking in to you bent over the broken coffee table, they might get ideas. Sherlock might study it...”
He shuddered at the idea, and then nodded towards the map, “Alright, let’s see where you landed us for the weekend.”
Pansy lifted a hand to help him get the blindfold off. She gave a little laugh. “He’s so intimidating. Why’s he so intimidating?” She added, then stole a kiss from Peter. “Mmm. I don’t know if I want him watching. Though... the idea of someone watching is kinda hot.” She turned her attention to the map and stepped forward to look.
“Have you ever heard of a place called Lodi?” She asked, pointing to where the dart was sticking out of the map (and wall behind it).
“Really? You think the idea of someone watching is hot? Next you’re going to tell me you want to record one of our sessions, or have sex on a beach, or in a vineyard or something, where we’re excluded and no one can really stop us,” he laughed and moved towards the map. Looking at it, then raised a brow. His hand moving to wrap around her waist.
“Lodi... Lodi, I think it’s a place like Napa, makes a lot of wines. Just not nearly as popular, but that’s all I know. You?” He turned up a brow before looking towards her, “And he’s not intimidating, well maybe a little.”
“Dude, how is that not hot?” Pansy said, grinning. “We should do that on this trip. Sex in a semi-public place. Bonus points if we both get off before someone notices.” She was only partially kidding. That actually sounded like a really fun thing to do.
“Okay, Lodi it is. Looks like we can just take the 99 up.” She said, moving closer to the map. “It’ll take us pretty much straight there. Thank goodness I’ve got a full tank of gas and an overnight bag ready to go. Now you, go get some clothes on and pack a bag. I’ll start the car.” She really needed a Red Bull, too, before this drive.
“Yea you do, a full tank of gas,” Said as he reached in to squeeze her backside. Pushing up against her a bit, then looked towards Lodi, “Are you absolutely sure you want to go up there? I doubt it’s going to be anything really exciting, just wine country. Unless you uh, want to play that game of yours and make it exciting.”
He kissed her jawline, and then gave her ass a swat before moving into his bedroom to get dressed. Throwing on some shorts, a button up shirt, and two changes of clothes into a backpack with some toiletries, and he was good. Moving into the living room again to look at her.
“Plus, if we wind up in jail for a night, that’d be a great story for your brother to hear when you call to get him to bail us out,” he said with a wink.
“Mmm,” Pansy shook her head. “My brother’s off with his boyfriend on some tropical adventure. He won’t be able to bail us out. We’d have to call like, John or John or Sherlock,” she said, meaning his roommates or her boss. She opened the door and let herself out, pulling out her keys and leading the way to her car. It was a little POS, and probably got terrible gas mileage, but she never thought to do the math.
“So, no jail. Because I really don’t want Sherlock to have to come bail us out. I can only imagine the look on his face.”
“Alright, no jail. We’ll have to behave up there, got it,” he grinned and followed after her. Making his way towards the car, he tossed his bag inside, and flopped into the passenger’s seat next to her. Leaning back in the seat, he pulled out his phone to fire off a text, before then looking to her, “Alright beautiful, you have me all to yourself this weekend. Where to first? Snacks, or just hit the road?”
He then grinned as he watched her, he loved the fact they could just go anywhere whenever they wanted. They had time, money, and youth all on their side.
Pansy just hoped that they had time, money, youth and a working car all on their side. Her car wasn’t a spring chicken by any stretch of the imagination. But it should be able to make this trip. She turned the car on and pulled away from the curb. “...I said nothing about behaving. No jail just implies no getting caught.” Pansy teased, then pulled up onto the freeway.
“Just hit the road, man. Let’s just... drive. Put some tunes on, something good.”
He looked at the radio, then back to her, then back to the radio again, “Oh god this is that moment in our relationship. You give me control of the radio, I pick the station, and it depends if you like it or not if we can even manage to go on forever or not. I don’t know if I can handle this pressure, I can’t lose you to a bad seek button.”
He let out a breath, “I may need a paper bag.” He then grinned before hitting a button and just letting it find some stations, before looking towards her, “So what spurred this on, Pansy? You and the need to just leave. Don’t tell me it was just because you had a weekend. We usually have plenty of time together... what’s going on? What’s driving you away from the city?”
If she’d had something to throw at him, she would have. He was silly, but that was a little over the top. Pansy reached over and smacked him in the arm. “Don’t be a dick,” she said, teasing, “it’s insulting to insinuate, however playfully, that something as stupid as a music choice might make me end our relationship. You know that the only thing more important to me than you are is cheeseburgers.”
She put her blinker on and switched lanes, moving into the fast lane even though her little put-put topped out at 75. “Oh, I dunno. Draco’s off on his vacation and my place seemed... empty.” She didn’t like to admit it, but she didn’t like being alone.
“Ah, yea I get that. Definitely get that,” he then looked to her with an upturned brow with a grin, “It could totally make you end our relationship. If I started playing Bieber, and I kept it on? You’d kick me out and break my legs. Maybe not break up with me? But break something.” He was joking of course and just leaned back against the seat.
“How uh... how’s Draco doing anyway? How are he and Zuko, getting pretty close?”
“Nah, I’d just break your nose, change the station, and keep driving.” Pansy grinned. “You’d never see it coming. Just a quick smack to the face. I wouldn’t even swerve.”
“It’s disgustingly adorable.” Pansy said, in a playful tone. She loved her brother, but he was her brother. She didn’t want to think about him that way. Especially since her dreams made that whole thing so awkward. But, on the other hand, he was an adult. And she knew he got laid. “They’re inseparable, really. I’m thrilled for the both of them.”
“Inseparable? So, like, is he even home anymore? Ever? Or is he always at Zuko’s place? Or is it the other way around?” He was trying to show some interest in her life, he hadn’t seen Draco in some time. He loved her though, so he wanted to know about her life and family’s lives. Make sure everything was going okay.
“And how’s your job going?”
“I dunno. Both? They’re around a lot. They’re gone a lot. About as much as you and I are around and gone.” She shrugged one shoulder. She wasn’t her brother’s keeper. Things seemed good for Draco and Zuko, she wasn’t about to start logging where they went when. “You seem really interested,” she added, raising an eyebrow and glancing at him. “...is there something I don’t know? Please don’t tell me you’ve been using me to get to my brother.”
“I don’t know, I’m just trying to see how things are going in your life is all,” he shrugged his shoulders and leaned back against the seat, deciding to drop the subject altogether, “But you still haven’t answered how that job of yours is going. I’m just, you know, curious about you. I feel whenever you and I get together I always make it about me, or what’s going on in my life.”
“Don’t be silly. It’s not always about you.” Pansy said, giving him a playful tease. “Besides, I like hearing about you and what’s going on in your life. Yours is far more interesting than mine. You actually do stuff. I’m in limbo.” She leaned back a little in her chair and glanced in her rearview mirror. “It’s a good job. Lots of like, filing and answering phones... but John is training me to go into the field with him, so that’ll be great.”
He seemed to frown at the idea of her being put into the field, and clicked his fingers against his leg before looking at her, “Well that’s great. Seriously great. I mean to have a job lined up before you even finish school? That’s the whole point of school so it’s brilliant. I’m sure, though, going into the field means you’ll be busy... what with work and school and all, right? So yea, we definitely need this weekend.”
He wasn’t by any means fearful of that in particular, where his fear came from was the idea of her in danger. He didn’t know why he was feeling that, but there was something in him that just clicked ‘danger, danger’.
Must have been some sort of sixth sense for him. Pansy didn't know he was thinking that way, and if she knew she would have scowled. She had her wand, she could take care of herself. Better than other, normal people, that is, if she wasn't up against crazy, giant robots, anyway. "Don't be stupid," Pansy said, shaking her head. "I'm not going to be too busy for you." He meant the world to her, and she'd make time for him. Surely he knew that?
“No, I’m not saying you’re going to be too busy for me, but you are going to be busy, and I do not want you over extending yourself just to spend time with me; so, we’re going to have to be diligent with the time we do get,” he shrugged, “You’re going to need your sleep. Especially if you’re out in the field with guns, and people not liking investigators and wanting to, you know... hurt them? Gotta kind of, keep your head up. Be on your game.”
"I'll be careful. Promise." Pansy responded, smirking. She didn't really think there was that much danger involved, but she was probably wrong. At least some of the time she would undoubtedly be in danger. "How are things with the blonde? At work?" The temperature in the car seemed to drop a few degrees at the mention of Gwen.
He blinked when she brought up Gwen and actually found himself laughing a bit, shaking his head as he looked over towards her, “Pansy, would you please ignore Gwen? She’s not a threat, and she most certainly isn’t going to steal me away from you. She burned the bridge a long time ago, and she has to accept the fact that I’ve moved forward--I’ve found the woman I want to spend my life with.”
He grinned before leaning back, not really paying attention to what he’d just said, unaware of how it might come across, “You’re perfect to me Pansy, you’re the woman I want and I love you. As for Gwen, I don’t really talk to her at work. I don’t even know what she’s working on.”
Oh, Pansy was well aware of what he'd just said. And how it came across. She was trying her best to feel flattered and lived instead of trapped. But all of those emotions es coming through, and more. Pansy wasn't used to such bizarre swells. She found herself distracted as she drove. "I see. Nothing since that message, then?"
“Nope, well nothing towards me directly at any rate,” Peter frowned thinking on it a moment, “No renewed messages, no comments, no coming up to me at work; the only comment she made to me was one that was a bit disturbing. She was asking me if I’d seen any big giant green lizards in my dreams...” He frowned and looked over towards her, “And I had.”
He shrugged, “Maybe it was some shared stimuli at work, I have no idea.”
Pansy frowned. It was easier to be angry and jealous over Gwen than to think about 'spend my life with.' She paused. "She knows what you're dreaming now?" She asked, darkly.
“Oh, well parts of it I guess. It was in her dream, the giant lizard guy that is. And so she asked if I had the same dream, no idea why, but surprisingly I did have a similar dream. I don’t know if it was the same, just that we both dreamt of the same giant lizard... guy.”
“Wait, now you two are having the same dreams??” Pansy said, frowning. “What the hell?” She really didn’t like feeling like she was getting in the way of something bigger than all of them. Like Gwen and Peter were fated to be together, and she was just... Ugh. Not good.
“Let’s change the subject.” She said, her hands tightening on the wheel and her foot pressing down on the gas pedal. The car put on some speed.
“They’re just dreams Pansy, they don’t mean anything. I’m a totally different guy in those dreams, I’m not me. Not to mention she means nothing to me. Pansy, please, will you stop with Gwen? I’m with you now, not her. I don’t want to be with her, I want to be with you. I don’t LOVE her, I love you. You are the only person I love, and want to be with. Period... stop letting her get to you.”
Then she asked to change the subject and he just nodded, looking over to her. Then moved to set his hand on her leg.
“So, Lodi.” Pansy said after a long moment. “We can go wine tasting. Or something.” She didn’t know anyone in Lodi, and her fake ID was all that much better now she had a magic wand to adjust it. She still looked pretty young, but with an ID that said she was 23 and a boyfriend who was... well, old, she probably wouldn’t get caught. Besides, a little confusing charm and they wouldn’t get in trouble.
“Maybe crash at a hotel a couple of nights? I’m sure we’ll find things to do.”
“Oh between you and me? I’m sure we can find plenty to do, actually we should go look at some wineries. I’d love to get a closer look at some of their techniques; the chemistry in wine making is brilliant, it’s also a biology, and it’s fantastic. It’s remarkably difficult and requires a constant and consistent precision. So maybe I can figure out just why their stuff doesn’t work as well as some of the bigger names up in Napa.”
He then shook his head, “But yes, crash a hotel. Crash some parties. Just make this a fun time and fun weekend.”
Pansy gave a chuckle. Her sour mood was melting away a bit. The fast moving car and the change in conversation topic were definitely helping to make her forget all about that Gwen Stacy nonsense. “I should have known you’d be more interested in the viticulture than the drinking of the wine. But that’s okay. Maybe we can go hit Napa tomorrow, or something. Compare wineries.” She grinned. “I’ve got pre-paid credit cards to help with this little trip.” Leftovers from when she wished for (and received) that million dollars over Christmastime.
“I dunno about parties. I might want you all to myself tonight.” Pansy said, and her meaning was clear in her tone. Another one of those sex-athons that they were so fond of.
“Oh yea? I might just have to oblige you on that, and give myself to you tonight,” he grinned and then looked out ahead of them, watching the miles pass by before leaning his head back, “And compare wineries? We could do that, but of course I’m into the viticulture. It’s fantastic stuff really, absolutely fascinating.”
He kept his hand on her leg, then smirked as he watched where they were going. Slowly lifting his hand up along the inside of her leg to give a firm little squeeze, obviously teasing her as she drove. Perhaps a bit dangerous, but hey? Why not live just a bit dangerously.
Pansy gave a grin. The miles were flying by. She was incredibly amused that he was so into the viticulture. She was, too, actually. Though she didn’t admit it as willingly. She kept her braniac side pretty well hidden, though he should have seen her in high school. She was practically a Hermione Granger! The thought made her snort a little.
Minutes turned into hours, and finally hunger, thirst, and a need to pee got to Pansy. “...fast food for dinner? What do you think? Car needs gas, and I’m starving.”
He looked over to her and shrugged, “Sure, I could eat. Plus needing gas is usually the more important task right?” He grinned and patted her leg before sitting back up a bit, having settled back in the seat and then looking around, “Alright. Let’s do this. Get something good, meaty, and juicy and then hit the road again. We should be there soon enough that we can get a hotel when we get in, right?”
“Oh yeah. Totally.” Pansy said. They had about three hours to go, they’d be there before midnight. Or maybe around midnight. By her calculations, anyway. It was a six hour drive, maybe eight, if there was terrible traffic. The worst of it was behind them. “Cheeseburgers, gas, more driving, then hotel and bed.” She gave him a little grin as she pulled off the highway.
There was a gas station right next to a fast food place. Pansy pulled in. “You go get us some burgers, I’ll fill the tank.” She said, then climbed out of the car. She had a pre-paid gas card for this particular station.
“Alright, sounds good,” he stepped free of the car and hopped to his feet as he made his way towards the burger joint. Making his way inside, he went about paying for the food and ordering before looking out the window while waiting. Watching her fill the car, and he couldn’t help but smirk. How was he lucky enough to have such a gorgeous and beautiful woman to call his own? He didn’t know, but what he did know was that he was supremely lucky.
Taking hold of the order when it was called out, he began to make his way towards the gas station where she was. Bags of fries and burgers in hand, as well as a couple of sodas, “No beer. Thought maybe the whole drinking thing might be left for when we’re not driving.”
He winked, and handed her a bag, before giving her a kiss, “And if you want I can drive the rest of the way. That way you don’t have to do the whole thing. It’s a long one.”
Pansy returned the kiss. “Aww, but beer makes the long car trip that much more interesting.” She teased, then poked into the bag. Burger, fries and a Coke. Don’t bother me. I’m eating. The best meal ever.
“Sure.” She tossed him the keys, then moved around the car to climb in. “Easier to eat when I don’t have a steering wheel in the way, anyway.” And she could fiddle with the music. She had her iPod, she could be the road trip DJ for the rest of the way. “Think we should call ahead and find a hotel? Or just pull off when we see one?”
Taking the keys, he slipped into the driver’s side and grinned as he looked over towards her, “Call ahead I think, that way we have a place to stay when we get there. Unless you want to play it by ear and just sleep in the car on the off chance there’s nothing available,” he grinned with a chuckle.
Then turned back onto the freeway, putting a lot of gas behind it.
“Somehow I think sleeping in the car will either get us arrested for indecent exposure, or give us cricks in our necks and backs... or possibly both.” She pulled out her smart phone and started to punch in for hotels. “...something with a high rating? Let’s stay somewhere nice.” She said aloud, scrolling through yelp results.
“Well good luck, hopefully those places have something open. I imagine anything that is open, is likely high priced,” he looked over to her and raised a brow, “But you have your gift cards so that’s always good and ... all that. And yea, probably about the arrests. Still, it could be fun,” he grinned with a wink.
Pansy laughed. “We said no getting arrested tonight, right?” She lifted the phone to her ear and waited while it rang. Sure, she had gift cards. Even after everything, months of spending them, she still had over a hundred thousand dollars in assorted gift cards. She should have had more, but the unspent portion of the million dollars that she’d wished for had disappeared after Christmas.
“Hello, I’d like a room for tonight... yes, I’ll hold.” She frowned a bit and moved the phone away from her ear. “Ugh, easy listening while you wait.”
“Oh, easy listening isn’t so bad,” he patted her leg, “I’m sure you can handle it.” He continued to drive before looking over towards her, raising a brow as he scanned her and then chuckled. “If you were wearing a skirt today, I’d totally be distracting you while on the phone with them right now, you know that?”
He winked then looked back towards the road, yawning a bit as he did so. Not really tired, just an extremely long drive, “And yea, yea, no getting arrested. Got it, on my best behaviour.”
Pansy laughed. “Good thing I’m wearing pants. You need to keep your eyes on the road.” She raised an eyebrow at the yawn. “...no falling asleep on me. I’ve got plans for you for later--oh, yes, hello?” She said, pulling the phone to her ear when a voice came on the other end.
A short conversation later, and they had a room booked. King Sized bed, spa bathtub, exciting stuff. They could add a second night so long as they told them before noon the next day.
Pansy clicked her phone off, then reached forward to turn the radio on. “...we’ll have to try out the jets in the spa bathtub. The way she said it made it seem kinda awesome.”
“Not tired, just a long drive is all. Don’t worry, I’ll let you be the one to wear me out,” he grinned in response, looking over towards her then laughed when the person on the other line popped on. He couldn’t help but think perhaps the person had heard that last part. Then again, it was a hotel, they were likely used to that sort of thing.
“Good, a bed’ll be nice to have instead of sleeping in starlight,” he then looked over towards her, “Yea? What exactly did she say then? And of course we’ll try those out.”
Pansy gave a little laugh. "One day we'll have to sleep under the stars. Find some place where no one will see us, grab a sleeping bag, just lay out there and gaze up at the heavens." She said, almost wistfully. "You can show me constellations, just like that first night in the Observatory." The night she fell for him. Of course she didn't know it at the time, but looking back...
"Maybe I'll make you take me camping." She added, grinning. "She said they were like a magic fingers vibrating bed, only in a bathtub. Ooh, I love this song!" she said, then reached forward and turned up the stereo.
“Camping? Me? Do I look outdoorsy to you? I don’t know the first thing about camping, and not having a cell phone, or a computer the whole weekend? I might die, literally die,” he laughed before passing a truck. He then glanced towards her and shrugged, “But yea, I’d like to show you constellations again. That was a good night, turns out it worked out pretty well.”
He then took looked at a passing sign, “Looks like we’re almost there.”
She made a mental note to drag him away from his cell phone and his computer for a weekend. Just to see if he actually died. She’d probably have some kind of back-up, just in case things got crazy.
“Awesome.” The long car ride didn’t feel that long when spent with good company and good music. The next song was ‘Sweet Home Alabama’ by Lynyrd Skynyrd came on the radio, and Pansy started to sing along. She pumped up the volume on her phone, though, and under the car’s radio and Pansy’s singing voice, Peter could hear the directions to the hotel coming from Pansy’s little, magical device.
He laughed when the song came on, and then when she began to start singing. He gave her a look, and then just shook his head before reaching over and patting her on the leg, “You’re a marvelous singer. Just absolutely fantastic.” He grinned then pulled off the interstate into Lodi, or whatever it was called. And began to look for the hotel, following her device’s directions relatively well.
He eventually pulled up and slid into a parking spot, before looking towards her, “Alright. We’re here.”
A laugh escaped her. “Shut up, this is a fucking fantastic song.” She said, then smacked his shoulder playfully before singing the rest of the song at the top of her lungs. It was a wonder people in other cars at the stoplights didn’t turn to see who was killing that cat.
Once they were in the parking spot, Pansy popped out of the car, grabbed her bag, and headed into the lobby to check them in. It was a nice place, though not five stars. Much better than a cockroach motel, though. It only took them a few minutes to get keys and head up to their room.
Once nearing the room he snatched the key up and let them in. Taking the bags in as well, he tossed them onto the floor and shut the door behind them before looking towards her, “Remind me to make sure I wear headphones from now on, when listening to any sort of Southern Rock, or anything within the Rock genre to begin with. Alright?” He winked, obviously poking fun before looking around. He moved towards the bed, kicked off his shoes, and fell onto it. Snatching up a little brochure next to the bed, “Getting to know Lodi, and your wine...”
Pansy snorted. “You’re a fucking dick, you know that? See if I ever bring you along on a road trip again if you’re gonna bitch about my music.” She stuck her tongue out at him, breaking into a huge grin. “I might have to spank you for that later.
The first thing she did in the room was go straight to the fridge and open the door to inspect the mini-bar. “It’s a bit late for wine tasting tonight, but we should do that tomorrow. First thing. Bright and early. Like, ten?”
“Ten sounds good,” he winked to her and tossed the brochure to the side, “and I highly doubt there are any wine tastings going on right now.” He then grinned before turning up a brow, tilting his head to the side, “but I don’t know if you can manage 10? I mean, there’s a mini-bar here, so I figure you’re going to be hungover and sleeping past noon tomorrow.”
He then chuckled before shaking his head, “But no, I’m not a fucking dick. I’m just a brilliant understanding male.”
Pansy laughed. “...you’re a dick.” She shook her head a little bit, and then popped into the bathroom to start the bath. Hey, jet tub, right? She had to give it a go. “And I won’t sleep past noon tomorrow! Not unless you get me drunk and-slash-or fuck me so hard I can’t walk in the morning!” She called out to him over the running of the water. Then she started to tug her clothes off, tossing them out of the bathroom onto the floor where he could see them.
“I have one, I’m not one. Get it straight,” he continued to lay there a moment until he saw clothes flying from the bathroom. He blinked a few times, quickly hopped to his feet, and then was suddenly disappearing into the bathroom with her. Shutting the door behind him, he looked to her and shook his head, “You made a mess, look at your clothes all strewn about. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were trying to seduce me, Miss Malfoy.”
He winked before stepping in forward and seemed more than willing to be seduced, considering her was already in the process of peeling off his shirt.
Pansy was naked by the time he got into the bathroom. She was leaning over and checking the water coming from the tap, now starting to fill up the bathtub. She grinned at him over her shoulder. “Honestly, Pete. I don’t have to try to seduce you. All I have to do is say hello.”
She stood up straight, though, and moved over to steal a quick kiss from his lips, then turned again and slid into the tub as it continued filling with comfortably hot water.
He was watching her rather intently, at her bent over form, before she turned around and moved towards him. He grinned and kissed her lips in return before shifting his brow up, “Mmm, sexy, you did not need to stand up. I was rather enjoying that view.” He watched her move towards the tub and slipped inside.
“And that is not fair, you have to work a little bit to seduce me. I’m not just going to give in every moment you pop open your shirt, because that would give you far too much power.” He laughed before finally stripping himself naked and moving to slip into the large tub with her.
“What, you’re actually saying I don’t have that kind of power?” She asked, sliding back a little and resting her back against his chest as they slid intp the hot water. It felt wonderful. And cuddling up against Peter was the best part. She gave a little sigh as her muscles relaxed.
“I’m shocked, Pete. I mean, all you have to do to seduce me is look at me.” She said. And it wasn’t far from the truth. Pansy was absolutely crazy about her boyfriend, and especially sex with her boyfriend. “Yes, I’m that easy. You’ve got me that bad.”
“Do I? I find that hard to believe, because I’ve definitely looked at you before, and we didn’t end up naked on the floor, or bed, or wherever,” he chuckled before kissing her neck, and then down along her shoulder as she cuddled against him. His hand brushing up along her stomach and then back down before chuckling, “And yes, you do a lot of things to me babe. And you can seduce me that way, but you have to understand that I can’t admit these things, or you’d use it for evil.”
“What? Me? Evil? I never.” Pansy protested, but she was grinning. She turned to nuzzle her nose into the side of his face. “I swear I’d only use my powers of seduction for good. For the good of the world. And only on you.” She’d had her fair share of men in her day, and she knew how to be sexy...ish... but now she was all about Peter. Only Peter. It was different, but a nice change. Pansy Malfoy, being faithful. Who’d have thought?
“Yes, you’re evil,” he grinned and felt her nuzzle against him, and then turned to kiss her lips softly then her cheek as well, “I’m sure you would, but still you have almost too much power. Know that? I’d cave in to your every whim for just one giant hot and steamy desire,” he chuckled then and kissed along her neck. Keeping his fingers moving up and down her stomach.
Pansy gave a soft laugh. “One giant hot and steamy desire? Now that sounds like too much fun to pass up.” She tipped her head to the side, lifting one hand to pull her wet hair out of the way. It gave him easier access to her neck, and her eyes fell closed at his attentions. “...What would one hot and steamy desire entail? I’m thinking maybe that’s on the menu for this evening.”
He continued to trace the tip of his tongue along her neck, while his lips sucked and pulled. Teeth grazed, and his hand graced over her belly as he shrugged, kissing up towards her ear to speak, “Oh, I don’t know all of the details, but I imagine a lot of screaming and moaning, maybe a few gasps here or there. A lot of heat, and ‘oh gods’, and plenty of passionate throes of pleasure.”
He drew his hand down along her stomach, and then back up to cup one of her breasts. Squeezing at it, pinching and twisting at her nipple, “Plenty of kissing, and sucking, and touching, and of course long, arduous hours of just pure fucking.”
Pansy closed her eyes at the sound of his voice. It made her insides twist in the best way. She shifted, feeling arousal flooding her with heat. Amazing how just a few words about passion whispered into her ear could make her so... wet. Well, the good kind of wet. The hand cupping her breast and teasing her nipple were just the icing on the cake. At the word ‘fucking,’ though, Pansy tipped her head back and gave a laugh. “Okay. I’m down with this plan. Let’s start now.”
Peter grinned and pinched that nipple again, giving it a bit of another twist before he squeezed at her breast. His other hand pushed down along her stomach and sank between her thighs, rubbing at her clit and her obviously wettening center. He could feel the warmth there and grinned as he slid his finger inside, teasing at it while he nibbled at her neck, kissing and sucking before pulling back, “Mm, your wish is my command? See? You have a spell on me.”
Funny how it felt wet, even in the bath water. Maybe more wet? Anyway, what he was doing to her felt good. Very good. He always felt good, actually. Her toes curled and she bit her lower lip, fighting back a groan. It felt so good. “Good,” she breathed. “Let’s keep it that way, shall we? You’re mine, Peter Parker. Now don’t stop.”
“Mmm why would I want to?” He grinned as he continued to slide his fingers in and out of her, spreading her open as he did so, loving the way she felt as he pushed into her. He groaned at the feeling, and continued to kiss at her neck while his fingers massaged, his hand on her breast squeezing at it, playing and toying with it. Pulling her back into his chest, and then bit at her ear a bit before whispering into her ear, “God you feel so good you know that?” He grinned and continued to toy with her.
“That was my line,” Pansy breathed. The water in the tub was starting to slosh around with their movements, but she didn’t care. She just wanted more from him; more friction, more movement, harder, faster. One of her hands came up to grip the side of the tub, giving her some leverage to move her hips harder against his hand. “Fuck, Pete, you make me want you so god-damn much...” she arched her back a little, her head pushing down against his shoulder.
He continued to drive his fingers into her, a bit harder, a bit faster, but when she began to grind against him he suddenly pulled his fingers out of her and just began to rub them slowly up and down against her, biting at her shoulder as he groaned. She could feel his length against her back at this point, as he grew more and more aroused by her movements. He knew what she wanted, and he seemed eager to tease her, keep that friction and desire away from her for now. Beginning to slide his fingers up along her stomach, rolling around her belly button and ignoring that wanton, moist center.
His other hand never seeming to stop with its touches on her breasts though, moving to grab some soap, squeezing it onto her breast before tossing it off to the side. Hand began to massage the lather into those breasts now.
She could feel want pulsing in her now, concentrated in the area he was touching. And then she whimpered when he pulled his hand away. Her eyes opened and she turned to look at him, wanting more. Pleading for more. Begging. One of his hands moved to soap up her breasts, and she took hold of the other, driving it back down between her legs. “...I don’t think you were done down there,” she said, teasing. “...don’t leave me hanging, Peter.”
“Mmm, remember the limousine?” He laughed as she took his hand to stuff it between her legs again, feeling that warmth spreading over his fingers once again. He simply began to rub, running his fingers up and down, but he didn’t enter her again as he teased. His lips biting into her skin under her jawline as he kissed and sucked, loving the taste of her and the scent of her. He continued to kiss and molest her skin while his fingers continued to play and toy with her, but never actually giving her the satisfaction she was begging for.
Minutes ticked by, slow and tantalizing, and Pansy was shivering now with want. Her head tipped back again against his shoulder, and she whimpered hungrily. “...you’re so evil. Eeeeevil,” she breathed, moaning, shuddering. Her hand pressed over his against her, and she tried to push his fingers deeper, harder against her. “Please.”
He grinned and tipped his fingers, before sliding them deep into her. Feeling her warmth grip and tighten around him, he began to slide them in and out as fast as he could, thumb digging into her clit as he rubbed hard. Daring to give her that satisfaction she was begging for. He let her breast go, sliding his hand down to replace his thumb, and began to massage her clit hard with the fingers from his other hand, fast and powerful movements marking the pleasure she’d feel between her wanton thighs.
“Oh, Jesus, Peter,” Pansy said, her body tensing and arching. Every muscle started to tighten, hot tight pleasure filling her from within. He knew exactly how to touch her, exactly how she liked it. His hands were expertly playing her body, like a musician on his instrument. It was amazing how he’d learned her so quickly, and how he could make her squirm with just a simple movement of his fingertips. But those were thoughts for another time. Pansy’s mind went absolutely blank, and she moaned as she came. Her body clenched down around his fingers, nearly bucking forward with pleasure.
He grinned at the way her body struggled, feeling her hips pushing up into the curved fingers of his hand as he continued to slide them in and out of her with intense desire. He loved the way her hips moved, and he could feel her body shivering and jutting against his hands. He groaned at the feeling, and licked and kissed at her neck. Hips pushing into her back, while rubbing and massaging. Then suddenly, her hips pumped and he felt her hot release. He grinned and pulled his lips away as he held her hips down against his, still rubbing and pumping his fingers inside of her, pushing her through that release.
He helped her through it, holding her body against his and continuing to work his hand against her until she was completely spent. She groaned and sighed, her hips finally coming to rest in the water. Her hand lowered down to cover his, forcing it to still against her now she was finished. Her breath was coming labored, and slowing. She lowered her head against his shoulder, took a deep breath, and relaxed, nearly melting in the water. Her whole body felt like jelly.
“I love you.”
“I love you too,” he grinned as he continued to massage until she stilled his hand. He slid it away from her, and up along her stomach before kissing her neck again while she melted against him. He let her rest, his body eager against her own as he just massaged at her thighs and muscles, lightly rubbing in that loving way of his. He bit at her ear some, before whispering, “I’m beginning to think you love these baths more and more.”
Pansy gave a little chuckle, turning to press some kisses into his neck. “Mmm. How could you tell?” She asked, then lifted her hand to cup his cheek, cuddling and snuggling even closer to him. It was amazing how their bodies seemed to fit snugly and perfectly against one another. “Though, I think we’re going to have to do something about this gear shift sticking into my backside...” She reached one hand down underneath herself to find his length and run her fingertips along it.
He breathed in deeply, taking in a hitched breath at the soft feel of her fingertips running along the underside of his length, a grin passing over his lips at the growing pleasure. He raised a brow in her direction, lifting a hand to brush along her head to swipe the hair out of her face before he leaned in to kiss her softly, gently; letting his tongue trace along her lower lip, before pulling back to look into her eyes once more.
“Mmm, yea? I think that’d be much appreciated. It is a bit... uncomfortable after all.”
Pansy chuckled softly. She turned a little, facing more sideways, and brought her hand down to wrap around him, then started to pump gently and slowly in the warm water. Her lips found his neck. “How is it that I can’t get enough of you, Peter Parker?” She whispered against his damp skin. “What sort of magic is it that you’ve cast over me?”
His body surged a bit, and he felt his hips push himself up against her stroking hand, his chest heaving with want as he felt her lips on his neck. She was so warm, soft, and just so damn hot. He groaned deeply a bit, then whispered back, “Mmm, I don’t know, it must be a shared thing because I know for a fact I cannot even hope to get enough of you. ... mm fuck Pansy.” He groaned a bit again.
Pansy grinned. “Fuck Pansy? I think I’d like if you were to do just that. Fuck Pansy.” She said, then moved a bit so she was straddling him, her knees on either side of his hips. Both hands came down now, one stroking up and down his length with passion and hunger, the other moving further down to massage between his legs. “...the only question is... here or in bed? Will you let me give you some oral attention first? Or do you need to have me right now?” She asked, a teasing tone in her voice.
He grinned as she moved to straddle him, his eyes looking up into her own as his hands began to slide up along her waist and squeeze into her wet and soapy skin. Chuckle escaped him and he turned up a brow, “Would you now? You know, I think I could definitely provide that...” He groaned as his head leaned back at her stroking and massaging, her body such a lustful view above him. He groaned again and then raised a brow, “Let you give me some oral attention first? Well, when you say something like that, I think it’s almost required that I give it to you. What you want is my command, is it not?”
Pansy’s grin spread. It was bright and happy. She gave a nod, then leaned back and switched the switch that started to drain the bath water out of the tub. In another moment she was climbing off of him and out of the tub, grabbing for the soft, fluffy, terrycloth towels littered all over the hotel bathroom.
“Come with me.” It wasn’t a command, but it wasn’t a plea, either. She turned to lead the way into the bedroom, wrapping the towel around herself. She had ideas.
He didn’t waste any time in following her, though he did take quite a moment to watch her body slowly unravel from the tub. The way the water dripped along her curves, and the rich droplets dotted her breasts and stomach. Her body was a wonderland for him, and he just took his time to stare before going up to his own feet.
He grabbed his own towel, moving it around his waist as he went to follow her into the bedroom as well.
“C’mere.” She said, climbing onto the bed. She laid her towel down and then rested on it, laying naked and bare in front of him. She was self-conscious about her body, but he seemed to love her no matter what she looked like. Her curves were especially curvy.
“I thought maybe we could give each other some attention at the same time.”
“Oh yea huh?” He dropped suddenly, the towel falling behind him as he crawled up to cover her. He was laying over the top of her now, and leaned down to kiss at her neck, then slowly down along her collarbone. He bit a bit, before kissing down along her chest, and up along her breasts, licking and sucking at her nipples which had that clean taste from the tub, and he then pulled back before looking at her, then leaned in to bite at her lip, before again kissing down.
He traced his lips down along her breasts, over her ribs, and then moved to lay next to her on his side, legs pushing up next to her head as he leaned over her body to bury his face down in between legs, sliding his tongue in long, lustful strokes over her clit and lower still. Sucking and nibbling at what he could, while taking his hands to grab onto her hips. Tugging a bit, he pulled her around, so that she was straddling his face.
As much as she wanted to simply close her eyes and enjoy his attentions, she had work to do herself. Goosebumps rose along her legs as he licked at her clit, but she ignored them. She took his length in her hand, then wrapped her mouth around him. It was a little awkward at first (as almost all good sex positions are) but she was soon getting the hang of it. Her legs spread for him, giving him easier access, and she moaned around his length half-way down her throat. Whatever she couldn’t reach with her lips and tongue was getting massaged gently by her hands. She loved giving head and getting it at the same time. Though, she didn’t want either of them to come this way. She’d stop before that happened.
He found himself enchanted by both taste and passion, his face buried between her thighs as he drew his hands up along the curve of her rear, squeezing into her backside to drag her down against his lips, his tongue sliding from her clit to bury itself inside of her. Licking, wetly, he groaned as his body arched his hips forward and buried himself into her throat again. His muscles flexed and his groans grew more impassioned. He lusted for her, and found himself lost in that desire every time he was near her.
Yet it was her mouth that was causing his back to arch and his body to quiver as pleasure shot up his spine and body, eagerness emblazoned him and his hands gripped tighter as he pulled her down, his tongue impaling itself upon her, and finding only the most perfect lust in her taste and scent.
Pansy was pretty good at this. She enjoyed it, too, which was a bit rare. There was the pleasure of doing something she knew he loved so much, the pleasure that it brought her, too. She was a little distracted by his attentions, spreading her legs for him and moaning with his length deep in her mouth. But that didn’t stop her. She moved her head, tightening and relaxing, swirling her tongue around his tip then delving in again. Her eyes were closed, breathing through her nose as she pleasured him, fully enjoying the tease, taking her time.
Her moans sent vibrations down his length, and had his body growing eager with each up and down motion; each was a tease, sending shivers up his spine and causing his muscles to tighten. His entire frame seemed to react to every little action she committed to, which only seemed to encourage him. Hands grabbing hard at her backside, he seemed to be holding her down against him as he buried his tongue inside of her to lick and suck at her, pulling it out only to wrap and flick it over her clit, then back down the soft folds which he concentrated on by bringing them between his lips.
Finally, enough was enough. Pansy pulled him from her mouth and gave a shudder, toes curling and uncurling at his attentions. “Peter,” she moaned. One of her hands was still moving up and down his length, now slick with saliva. “Nnng, God, I want you inside of me. Please, Peter,” she breathed, nearly begging now.
Hearing her begging words, he grinned and continued to lick and soak his lips on her for a moment, before finally he pushed her to the side, rolling her onto her back again. He then pulled his lips away, looking down at her, before shifting his body so that he was rolling on top of her as well.
He then shifted himself between her legs, while kissing and biting at her lip and down along her chin. Over her neck, sucking at the skin with a desperate desire filling each touch. He sighed a moment, then felt his hips push forward before sliding himself into her, spreading her open and filling her as he began to thrust into her. He grabbed each of her legs, by the ankles, as he used his leverage to thrust harder and faster into her.
He was so good at this. It's funny that it took them so long to get to this point in the beginning, and now they've become such animals. But Pansy couldn't help herself. He was just so good . He made her toes curl without even trying. So then when he did try, it was mind blowing. She spread for him, back arching and moaning, her hips tipping up against his thrusts. Her hand found his hair, fingers tangling and nails gently scratching against his scalp.
He continued to fuck his hips into hers, letting the sounds of their sex fill the hotel room without much in the way of remorse for those that might be able to hear it, despite how thick the walls likely were. His hips pushed forward, and he met her own arching hips with a powerful and wanton thrust that lifted her ass off the bed, and then let her fall back as he pulled out. His hips were in pure control now, forcing her back into the bed, chest heaving with his desire noticed in each motion.
There was a mumble of “don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop” before Pansy’s voice gave out. Her whole body gave in to the sensations, to the motions between them. To the love. She didn’t often feel it when performing like this. Well, she hadn’t ever felt it before Peter. Sex was just fun. Now it meant so much more. --Not that it wasn’t fun, mind. This was absolutely fun. But it meant more than just the dance. Heat was filling within her and she closed her eyes, focusing on it. Willing it to rise.
Hips continued their actions against her own, pushing in and out, in and out, at a rhythmic but heated pace, filled with pure desire and hunger as his body seemed purely enraptured by her own. Muscles flexed and he felt his breathing grew thicker as he listened to her moans of ‘don’t stop’. He grinned and bit at her lower lip, before peeling back and looking down at her when her eyes shut.
He finally leaned his head down, then, and wrapped his lips around her breast and nipple, sucking hard on it as his hips continued their hard motions; love and desire filling each thrust that pushed her back into the bed’s comforters.
That was enough to send her flying over the edge. Pansy’s breath caught in her chest as she came. The pleasure started strong, and continued for a long moment, his continued movement making her moan and writhe under his body. All of her muscles clenched as the release took her, tightening around him still inside of her. It was absolutely wonderful.
He felt her breath catch, and heard the sound of her heavy moan as she came hard. He felt her muscles tighten, and the wet warmth spread out against him as his body grew eager and wanton. He swallowed before prying his lips away from her breast and set his hand down against her soft ass. He squeezed at it, pulling her hips into his as he fucked her harder still, looking down into her eyes as he pushed through her orgasm.
His forehead leaned down to rest against the nape of her neck as he pushed himself forward, feeling his own climax building hard and fast, and soon the mixture of hot sex, moaning, and the warmth of her climax all sent him tumbling over the edge, and he began to fire load after load of his release inside of her. Coming hard.
Every muscle in Pansy’s body went rigid, and slowly started to relax. She could feel him finish, giving her another burst of pleasure. It was absolutely fantastic. Sex with Peter was her favorite thing in the whole world. She was gasping softly, clinging to him and shuddering as they came down from that amazing high together.
“I love you, Peter.” She whispered. Her arms tightened around him. “So much.”
He grinned as he let his body cling happily and wantonly against hers, before kissing her neck softly, then up to her chin before turning up his brow. He grinned down into her eyes as he chuckled, “I love you too, Pansy. More than you could know.”