pansymalfoy (pansymalfoy) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-10-01 00:37:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, pansy malfoy, peter king |
Who: Pansy & Petie
What: Food
When: 20 September
Where: The senator’s mansion
Rating: Lowish, fades out on the high stuff
Status: Complete
Since he’d been so ill, Petie had been forced into house arrest. The security detail that surrounded the home had been alerted that he was not to leave and “go gallivanting” as his mother had put it. Petie should have been embarrassed, he was nearly twenty years old and he was being told to stay put. But Petie appreciated it for the most part. The only part that was difficult was not being able to see his father, but Petie’s mother had stroked her long fingers through his hair and she’d told him he needed the break and she was right so Petie said nothing further on it.
Their housekeeper had been in the kitchen when he’d come down. She’d been the one to offer up some biscuits and gravy. Petie thought that would satisfy his hunger. His stomach had been rumbling for days after he’d come home. His mother had allowed him cubes of bouillon and some juice and Jell-O, but nothing more. Now he felt like he was starving and biscuits and gravy had only been the start. When someone had responded that he could put away the food, for some reason he’d asked if she wanted so. Surprisingly, she’d said yes. She was a stranger and strangers were a no-no in the mansion, but Petie lied to the guards and told them that he knew her and that she was on her way.
But shit, he couldn’t describe her. So he’d just patted one of the guards on the shoulder and said, “You’ll know her when you see her.” That was hardly enough, but it was enough for the time being. They would be watching her until they knew she wasn’t a danger. Despite his father being retired from his position, Roland King was still an out homosexual who had worked in politics, and sometimes, people weren’t so kind about it. A guard caught the woman outside and asked for her ID. The name matched with what Petie had given them so she was escorted in where Petie was standing in his pajama pants and a white t-shirt and bunny slippers. He was a prince, he could wear what he pleased.
It’d probably been the loud CRACK! that alerted the guard to Pansy’s arrival. She wasn’t sure which room to pop into, or who s3he was looking for, really. Just some guy named Petie. She wasn’t the kind to follow politics or any of that, so she had no idea who Roland King was. Even though her parents likely did.
Pansy was a slightly plump, brown-haired beauty wearing faded, black jeans, a Pink Floyd t-shirt and a leather jacket. Her hair was slightly messy, her make-up minimal and faded. She was carrying a box of Count Chocoula.
When she saw the bunny slippers, she burst into laughter.
The hearing aid picked up the laughter and Petie looked up from the muffin he’d been picking at to see that his company had arrived. Very pretty company, too. He grinned and looked down at his slippers. They reminded him of the description the narrator in A Christmas Story had given the pink bunny getup, but he didn’t care. He liked his bunny slippers. “Hi,” he greeted when he looked back up, doing his best to appear as the royalty that he was, or at least that he should have been and that meant that he couldn’t lick his fingers in front of his guest. He offered her the hand he hadn’t been using to eat. “You must be Pansy.”
"In the flesh." Pansy said, giving a playful curtsey. "You must be Petie. Hell of a place you have here." She was used to nice places, as she grew up wealthy, but it was good manners to comment nicely on it. "Oh, I brought this," she added, holding up the box of cereal and grinning.
“It isn’t mine,” Petie said, signing with his free hand by habit. He looked at the Count Chocula and grinned. It was a cereal he hadn’t had in a very long time and he thought he may have only had it once. Sasha King wasn’t very keen on keeping sugary cereals in the house when he was a kid, but she’d certainly slacked on her rules recently. ‘I have some chocolate almond milk we can put this in,” he said as he took the box from her. “We’re lucky my little brother isn’t home or he’d eat everything.” Petie didn’t take after his father who was portly and short, he wasn’t even sure who he took after, but it wasn’t Roland King and he hadn’t gotten his looks from Sasha either. Thomas, on the other hand, had gained his father’s robustness, while Petie stood at six feet, skinny fit and tan. It was the eyes, blue as the sky, that gave him away as his father’s son. Even the horrible eating habits he was displaying today never seemed to contribute any health issues the way they did to Thomas.
“Oh my God, that sounds amazing.” Pansy said, brightening at the sound of chocolate cereal in chocolate milk. Holy Cow. This Petie fella sure knew how to party. Sugar high. Pansy nodded, then motioned for him to lead the way. Of course, she was half a foot shorter than he was, and probably weighed more. She liked to think it was all in her boobs and hips, but there was a lot her in thighs and upper arms, too. And a bit in her tummy. Actually, she was a bit self-conscious about her size, especially considering what she’d recently been through with her ex-boyfriend. How he’d stopped being intimate with her, and found someone else. Someone thinner, prettier and blonder than she. But today wasn’t a day to think about him. Today was a day to get crazy high on sugar and … something.
If she’d expressed as much to Petie, he would have told her that he liked her body and if someone broke it off with her because of her size, they obviously didn’t like her to begin with. Petie had no real preference as far as women went, but he did like them to have at least a little extra on their bones. Tomorrow, he’d probably weigh about the same as he did today, even though he was eating practically everything in the house. “I was thinking about making some chili fries, though,” he told her, looking over to see if her lips were moving. “If you want some of those first.” He’d even grated some cheese.
“Oh my God.” Pansy repeated, turning to look at him. She could hear something in his voice that made her think his hearing wasn’t so great. And then she saw the aid in his ear, and that confirmed it. She wasn’t a judger, wasn’t going to think any better or worse of him for it. But it was a good thing to keep in mind. “Seriously?? Chili fries?? Hell yeah I’d like some of those.” She was grinning now, hopefully she was speaking loud and clear enough for him to understand.
She was very enthusiastic about food, but Petie could hardly blame her. “My housekeeper is going to hate me,” he said, realizing just how WASPy he sounded just after he said it. Indeed, Rosalita was going to give him a good what for once she saw the mess he was making, but he’d just smile at her and kiss her on the cheek in thanks and it would all be well again. Petie took out a bag of frozen fries and started up some hot grease to put them in. He thought about baking them, but that would take too long. Since Pansy was his guest, he did the work, scooting up beside her to open a can of chili. He wondered if she had a boyfriend. They all did, but he supposed that was a good thing.
Pansy moved to the sink to wash her hands, then came over to lean against the counter, drying them on a towel. Sure, she made herself at home. That’s how Pansy rolled. “So… your housekeeper, huh?” She asked, breaking into a smirk. “I never really got to know the housekeepers who came through my folks’ place.” They just sort of did their job. Pansy was mostly out of the house, anyway, getting stoned and sleeping around. Thank God she wasn’t there anymore. Especially now she knew they weren’t really her parents.
“She’s really nice,” Petie said, smiling over at Pansy. Once the can was open, he placed the disgusting looking but delicious contents into a sauce pan and started up the burner. The fries were still cooking steadily in the hot grease so Petie took down a plate and some paper towels to put them on once they were finished. “She’s worked for us since before my dad became senator,” he continued. “I don’t remember her not being around so she may have been here since before I was born.”
He looked at Pansy again. “What about you?” he asked. “Where do you live?” She had housekeepers so she must have money, like Petie’s family did.
Pansy paused for a half second of hesitation before she answered. “Well, I grew up in the Malfoy Household.” Petie likely had heard of Narcissa, who had a crazy singing career, or Lucius, who was like, a billionaire. “My brother and I moved out a few months ago? But he got married, and I moved in with my boyfriend. Then the fucker cheated on me, and we broke up, so I’m couch surfing right now.”
The Malfoys were not a family Petie had ever heard of before, but he guessed they were pretty powerful if he was supposed to have. Maybe his dad knew them, but it wasn’t like he could ask him. The fries were finished and as he was putting them onto the plate with the paper towels (very carefully, mind), the Prince of Delain frowned.
“...Oh,” he said, turning off the burner. He moved the frying pan to another burner so the oil wouldn’t go popping out and start a fire. Cheating was not something that Petie would ever tolerate in a relationship of his own. That was, if he could ever keep a relationship for more than a few weeks. “Well, he sucks,” he said.
“Chyeah,” Pansy said, nodding in agreement. She watched Petie for a moment, then jumped up to sit on the counter opposite. There was still plenty of room in the massive kitchen for him to work, though. “Tell me about it. But that’s over now. I’m free again.” She was trying to be happy about it. Really, she was.
She was close and Petie could smell her pretty smell. He didn’t know if it was perfume or just her, but it was lovely, almost...maybe even a bit dark. When she said she was free again, he looked at her, his chin still tucked downward a little as he sprinkled cheese on top of the chili he’d poured over the fries. It began to melt as soon as it was on the heat of the chili. “All the better for the rest of us,” he said. He handed her a plate. “His loss.”
Spicy, maybe. Pansy had been told she had a spicy smell in the past. Like cinnamon, clove and sugar. But Pansy didn’t wear perfume. It must have been her body stink. She shrugged a little, smiling bashfully, then jumped down off the counter before accepting the plate. “You’re too kind. Thanks for making me food. Though, I’m not sure we’re gonna wanna be in the same room a couple hours after eating this.” She winked.
“Begging your pardon, madam, but I happen to have impeccable manners,” Petie said, then proved it by belching loudly. His father often didn’t approve of his sense of humor, but it was just another thing that separated Petie from Roland. He leaned against the counter and ate the mess of chili fries with a fork. After a few bites, he poured the both of them some Dr. Pepper which seemed to fill him up even more than the fries did. His stomach must have been smaller than his eyes because a little over halfway finished, Petie was finally feeling the fullness. His hand went to his flat stomach, patting at it. He shook his head. He was through. Ole Count Chocula would have to wait for later.
Pansy made it through the entire plate of fries. Some of the chili was leftover, and she didn’t drink too much of the soda. “...man.” They hadn’t done much talking. She’d laughed at his belch, but then the two of them seemed so engrossed in the food that they hadn’t spoken again until they were finished.
“I think I need a nap now.” It had been a lot of food. Pansy was starting to feel the food coma now.
Even though they had a housekeeper, Petie still started to clear things from the counter, putting leftovers away and wiping things down. The dishes were rinsed, but not washed since Rosalita had a set system and apparently no one else could get the dishes as clean as she did. When he was finished, Petie looked around to make sure he hadn’t left too much of a mess, then looked at Pansy who did seem drowsy from eating too much. “You’re more than welcome to crash on my bed,” he offered.
She watched him clean up the kitchen, even though they had a servant for those sorts of things. It wasn’t the kind of thing Pansy would think to do. Or Draco. Now they were both living on their own, they were a little more conscious about messes and things, but they were spoiled growing up. It was remarkable that Petie thought to clean up after himself. It was… noble. She liked it.
Pansy laughed. “If you play your cards right.” She said, giving him a smirk. “Hey,” she added, brightening up. “Do you have an XBox? Or a Wii U?”
Oh ho, she was a little spitfire. Even better. Petie’s smile was broad as he gestured toward the doorway of the kitchen. “Both,” he answered as he led the way out of the kitchen and through a parlor that led to a rec room. There was a pool table, a ping pong table, some exercise equipment that his father used to neglect when he was still living here, and a number of other things that would keep a teenage boy busy, including the rather large television with different game consoles lined on one side of the entertainment center. On the other side was a blu ray player and several blu ray discs. Petie could hear them well enough when he had his hearing aid in and he loved to feel it when things would explode, which was probably why most of the films were action films. “Take your pick,” he told Pansy.
“Yay!” Pansy was impressed with the game room. She’d run her hand along the billiard table as they passed it, and grinned at the exercise machines. But the big television and the game consoles… that was her stuff. She gave a little clap, a little jump, and skipped over to look at the things he had all over there. She had to bend down to look at some of the titles, and clucked her tongue against the roof of her mouth. “...you’ve got quite the collection here.”
It was like watching a kid in a candy shop. Petie didn’t have very many people to share his toys with, save for Thomas who just took everything over whenever he came in to play. Thomas would usually take offense to Petie winning all the time and either start accusing Petie of cheating or he’d storm out of the room like a petulant child. Petie sat on the leather sofa and watched Pansy as she searched through game titles. He didn’t have a favorite one because he wasn’t much of a console gamer. He thought of the dollhouse his mother had in her dreams and thought he’d much rather be playing with that, but if he were to choose one now, he’d choose - “Illusion of Gaia,” he said. “It’s the best one, I think.” It was an SNES game, but he loved playing it.
“Oooh, old school.” Pansy took another moment, then found the game amongst the other SNES games. “This is good stuff.” She found the SNES and put the game in, then moved to sit down on the sofa, letting him do the rest. “...I play a lot of video games with my brother and his husband. But he’s only just started playing them. Zuko, not my brother. I try not to wipe his ass on Mario Kart, but it’s difficult.” She was sitting pretty close to him, ignoring unspoken rules of conduct between two people who’d just met.
As usual, Petie didn’t catch half of what was being said, but he caught that there were Mario Kart wars with someone called Zuko. He also caught that she was close and their thighs were touching. It was an awkward position, but Petie didn’t stay with his arm scrunched against his own body. Instead, he let it go behind her, not around her shoulders, but resting against the back of the sofa. The game started and it was mostly a walk around and talk to people game, which he hoped wasn’t too boring. It was easier for him to read things instead of guess where the danger was via the music.
Pansy was in control of the little character on the game. She wasn’t really bored, even though it wasn’t exactly her favorite kind of game. But she loved all games, so she was more than willing to play. She stopped every once in a while to make funny cracks about the things that the characters said, turning to face him and raising her voice a little so he could hear (or lip read, as she’d caught his eyes on her lips a few times) what she was saying.
She was a funny girl, but mostly, she was a girl. In the rec room. Playing video games. This was a rarity, to say the very least. Usually girls were yelling at men to stop playing video games, but this one seemed to be just as bad as the men who would be getting yelled at. Petie went along with her jokes and made fun of some of the enemies in the game since they were ridiculous. There was a point in the game where the character had to sit in a cell for a few minutes and Petie took that opportunity to get up and move behind the sofa, his hands on Pansy’s shoulders. She would be right to guess he was putting some moves on her, but Petie was a natural flirt and he couldn’t really help himself. He rubbed at her shoulders, a weak move that sometimes worked, just to have an excuse to touch.
This was almost the perfect night to Pansy. All they needed were some cheeseburgers and beers, and she’d be in hog heaven. Oh, and possibly sex. Cheeseburgers, beers, video games, sex, and a solid night’s sleep. That was the best night ever, according to Pansy. This was damn close. And then Petie was up off the sofa, and for a moment Pansy wondered if he was going to get said beers. When his hands found her shoulders, her eyes fell closed. Who was she to say no to a free massage? A grin spread across her features. “...mmm. You sure are playing your cards right.”
He didn’t quite hear her, but he felt her speak and saw her eyes close and that bright grin from where he stood. He hadn’t invited her here for anything physical, but Petie didn’t mind it if that was what she wanted, and he certainly wouldn’t turn that down. One thing bothered him, though, the voice of his mother, telling him never to be a dog. Petie frowned a little, but he didn’t stop. Maybe he was thinking like a dog, sniffing out something that he knew he could have, despite not being a prince in this world. She was a beautiful girl, in his house, enjoying his hands on her. What hot blooded straight man would turn that down? She wasn’t asking for it either, though.
Conflicted, Petie continued with the massage as if rebelling against his own thoughts. He smiled again and leaned down, his lips just inches from Pansy’s ear. “Good?” he asked.
Pansy nodded. She could feel his face right next to hers, and it sent some interesting feelings running through her. It’d been a long time since she’d been intimate with anyone. --Crap, her relationship had turned her really soft. “Been intimate”?? What the shit was that? Her face fell just slightly as she thought it. Before Peter, Pansy hadn’t ever done for more than a week or two without getting laid. And then Peter came along and that all changed. Her life was turned upside down. The start of their relationship came, and things just kept getting in the way, keeping them apart. Then they were together, and then living together, and she was on him twice a day. That tapered off until it stopped completely. That was when Peter was having his affair, and Pansy was wondering what was wrong with her. Those wonders were far from her head now, though, as Petie massaged her shoulders.
She turned a bit to open her eyes and look at him, finding that his face was mere inches from her own. “...Very good.” She leaned in a little closer, giving him time to pull away.
Pulling away was the very last thought in his mind. Before his dreams, he certainly wouldn’t have thought twice, and even though there was that gnawing voice, he ignored it and smiled when she turned to him. It had been a while for him, too, but Petie liked having fun and he liked girls. Sometimes, he thought he might like boys, too; that was definitely not a thought either. She was pretty and nice and she liked food and video games. What was there not to like? Petie kissed her lips, not cocksure, but confident, pulling in a breath through his nose. He hoped she wasn’t one of those girls who “didn’t kiss”. What sort of b.s. was that? They’d let their genitals touch, but they wouldn’t kiss him.
Pansy was definitely not one of those girls. Being with Peter for so long had made her almost forget how much she enjoyed kissing near strangers, sex with friends. No--or almost no--emotional attachment. Just fun. This was fun. Petie was fun. Pansy kissed him, tentatively at first, but there was promise of more.
The game was still on in the background, though she wasn't paying attention to it anymore.
As soon as she reciprocated, Petie saw it as encouragement. He kissed her properly then, tilting his head to one side to get better at her soft, warm lips. She was, admittedly, a little more plump than most of the girls that Petie had been with, but it was nice. She smelled nice and her breasts were full and lovely. He may have been slightly more aroused by her shape than by the more ‘normal’ ones. It was somehow more feminine, more soft, especially when Petie moved back to sit on the sofa, his arm around her more robust middle. He smiled against her lips. “I wasn’t expecting that,” he said, holding her a little more tightly with a strong arm.
Pansy hadn't been expecting it, either. She hadn't completely ruled it out, because she was free now and wanted to enjoy her freedom, but that wasn't why she'd come over here. She was glad she did, though, and glad that had happened. After being with someone who she didn't ever touch anymore for so long, it felt nice to be held again. "I'm sorry?" She said, cuddled close against him. One of her hands was tangled in his hair, the other wrapped around his shoulders.
“No you aren’t,” Petie said smoothly, lips landing against the junction of Pansy’s collar bone and neck. She wasn’t sorry at all, he thought, and neither was he. That was what he told himself anyway, shoving back any dream related anxieties that should have stopped him. His hand gripped at her waist, insistent and strong. It guided her downward, until she was laying on the couch. Petie removed the game controller from her hand since she’d need that hand.
No, she really wasn’t. It made Pansy feel good to meet someone she connected with like this again. It’d been far too long. She’d no idea if something like this would help with the funk she’d been in, but she was thankful for the chance to try. Several times over the course of the night.