Who: Pansy Malfoy and Oliver Wood with NPC Lizzy Adler When: Morning, Wednesday, November 28, 2012 Where: Ronald Reagan Medical Center What: A visit and a turn. Rating: R Status: Complete
Pansy didn’t like hospitals. She couldn’t remember ever being comfortable in one, but that didn’t mean she was heartless. She wanted to help out her new friend, Oliver, and make him feel better. And she wanted to see what she could do about getting her mind off of the adorable tutoring session she’d had last night with Peter Parker. She had a date later that night with Peter, too. So, she headed out to the hospital, during visiting hours, to see Oliver.
The nurse at the desk wasn’t really helpful. She managed to get the room number out of the woman, after about a billion questions (No, I’m not his sister, or his wife) and she wondered on her way there if the woman gave everyone the fifth degree.
She knocked on the door, then pushed it open and came in. “Oliver? I do hope I’m interrupting a sponge bath...”
In fact, much to Oliver’s dismay, she was not. ‘Pansy!’ he proclaimed, overly surprised to see her. They had discussed a visit prior to his recent surgery, but neither had followed through on setting plans. Oliver decided then and there he preferred surprises to planning. ‘Get over here and take a seat.’
Pansy came through the doorway with a grin on, and dropped her bag in the empty chair next to his bed. She was breathing normally, which didn’t always happen in hospitals, and she wasn’t thinking about her upcoming date. That was the goal, wasn’t it? Find something to do to pass the time and keep her mind off of things. Bonus when it helped someone else. “It’s a lot less stuffy in here than I thought it’d be,” she said, moving to sit down on his bed with him. She made sure not to get anywhere near his bad shoulder, though.
“How’s the food? I hear it’s terrible. That nurse out there really didn’t want me coming in here, I tell you what.”
'Bugger her to hell and back,' Oliver cursed, reaching out to give Pansy's leg an affectionate squeeze. He hadn't seen anyone since Verity's visit Sunday, and though wheels were in motion to get him out if the hospital earlier than expected, being once again bedridden was maddening. Especially with the drugs; they made his world hazy and his situation miserable but a familiar face and a pretty smile went a long way to improving his mood.
'How are you?'
Pansy moved a little closer, scooting up on the bed at the touch to her leg. She’d forgotten how much being with Oliver was a distraction from the other things she had going on in her head. She gave him a bright grin. “I’m good. Really good, y’know? Great Holiday and everything. Did all my cyber shopping yesterday on Cyber Monday.” She beamed. “I may have ordered something for you, too, Mister Soccer Star.” She used the word ‘soccer’ just to rattle his bones.
True to form, Oliver scowled, but only playfully. As Pansy slid closer, his hand slipped further up her thigh, coming to rest companionably against her hip. ‘Oh, did ye now,’ he replied skeptically. ‘Should I be scared or excited?’
“Excited, I think.” Pansy smirked. Flirting with Oliver was oh-so much fun, even if it was only a distraction from other thoughts today. “You should be excited about getting anything from me. But this one I think you’ll like. I know you’re all laid up in the hospital, so you don’t have to get me something for Christmas this year. I’ll let you off the hook.”
‘Aye, I see,’ Oliver chuckled, pinching Pansy’s hip between his thumb and forefinger. ‘Well, hopefully I wonnae be here much longer. So maybe I can find a little bobble for you in return.’
“Ha! Really? I love presents from handsome men.” Pansy said, scooting closer still. She broke into a wicked smile. “They’re really letting you outta here? After surgery and everything?” she asked. “I thought you’d have to live here for a year or something.” She said, exaggerating as she brought her hand down to rest on his forearm.
Oliver's fingers absentmindedly played with the edge of Pansy's shirt, his eyes locked up on hers. 'Nae. Though I do have another surgery around Christmas. But at least I get to go home for a few weeks first.'
“Ah, so you’ll be home for a bit.” Pansy said, inching even closer. She leaned back a little onto one of her hands, resting between his calves on the bed. It was so different to flirt with Oliver than it was to flirt with Peter last night. Oliver understood, Peter was absolutely clueless. And totally adorable, but still. “Home sweet home. It’ll be good to sleep in your own bed for a change?”
'You donnae even know!' Oliver cheered, lifting his hand from Pansy's hip and fist-pumping the air. Though cozy enough, the hospital bed was firmer than he liked, far too narrow and smelled of... nothing. The lack of scent was strangely disconcerting. 'It's going to be brilliant! No more getting knocked up at four o'clock by cold sterile hands and a sodding needle.'
Pansy gave a laugh. “Man, I would hate to be knocked up at four o’clock by cold, sterile hands and a sodding needle.” She repeated after him, then chuckled. The term ‘knocked up’ meaning something completely different in her mind. “Your staircase may even be a bit more comfortable than this bed.” She sat up, and as she did so, she ran her hand along the inside of his leg, over the covers, of course.
Oliver's eyebrows arched and his gaze shifted to Pansy's hand between his thighs. Even floating on morphine, he couldn't mistake her intentions, particularly with the topic change. The blunt approach only reminded Oliver of how young she really was.
Still, at her age she had more confidence than most young women. 'I do mean woken up when I say that, you know. Nae up the duff.' Clarity was important, especially when they were speaking two different languages.
Pansy lifted her hand from its place on the inside of his leg. She only meant to give a little tease, make him remember her. It wasn’t as if she was expecting to get lucky in the hospital. Well, okay, the thought had crossed her mind. This was Oliver, afterall. Memories of their last encounter were still infiltrating her daydreams, so of course the thought of getting lucky with him had crossed her mind. But not unless he was up for it.
“I know, I know,” she grinned, her eyes sparkling with mirth. “I was just... y’know, teasing.”
'I know you was, lass,' Oliver reached up and pinched her leg again, playful, and alright, maybe a little naughtily. 'Just clarifying. There's a vast difference between English and American.'
“I can’t help myself. You’re just so much fun to tease...” She said, lowering her hand to take hold of his and press it on the inside of her knee. “If memory serves me right.” Pansy was having fun. She always had fun, but Oliver was even more fun than usual.
The finger-path up Pansy’s thigh was a dangerous road to travel. Not only was Oliver meant to be “resting”, taking things easy so he could wean himself off IV-drugs and leave the hospital, but at any given moment a nurse, a doctor or worse yet an intern could easily let themselves into the room. Experience had taught Oliver that hospital staff never paused long enough between knocking and entering for there to be any response time. And even if he was able to squeak out just a minute it was unlikely they would respond to the request. Especially the interns.
And then of course there was Verity. Blonde, beautiful and shy. Pansy was brunette, bold and very clear about her intentions. She was also right there right now.
The temptation was palpable and Oliver’s fingers gently traced circular patterns over her skin as his brain struggled with what to do. ‘You’ve a good memory,’ he said stalling, not really wanting to make the decision himself one way or the other. That was too much work for his morphine-addled mind.
Pansy loved it. She loved the way he was reacting, and she could tell he was struggling with himself. She glanced at the door, then back to him, and scooted even closer, pushing his hand further up her skirt.
“Do you remember how much fun I am to tease?” She asked, her voice husky and her eyes glinting with pleasure.
Oh, sod it all. ‘Yes,’ he breathed, fingers slowly spreading out as her body moved closer. Pansy seemed to be making the decision for both of them, and that was fine with him. Just fine. Right?
Right.
‘And how beautifully you beg,’ he added, his voice dropping down into a husky rasp as the desire built up at the base of his throat. ‘Donnae remember you being very quiet, though.’
Pansy leaned in a little, bringing her face really close to his. Like, inches close. Then even closer, until her lips were almost brushing against his. There was a wicked grin on her face, and that glint hadn’t left her eye. She leaned over just a little more so she could whisper straight into his ear. “Please.” She said, her voice mostly air moving through her mouth, without even vibrating her vocal chords. “I can be quite. And I suspect you need some fun.”
Oliver’s libido caught in his throat with Pansy’s lips against his ear. All questions of right and wrong vanished from his mind. ‘Alright,’ he verbalized his agreement cheek to cheek with Pansy, his eyes locked on the door behind her. ‘But you’re not to make a single sound,’ he instructed, pressing his palm against her skin and sliding his hand further up her thigh until it met with her hip. A single finger hooked into the edge of her knickers. ‘One sound, and I stop. Those are the rules.’
Pansy almost gave a laugh at his words. Almost. She was so very excited, and it showed on her features. This would absolutely be one to mark off on her bucket list. Without a word, she nodded. One hand came up and her fingertip crossed an X across her lips, then lowered again, while the other came to rest against his elbow.
A distant part of Oliver's brain imagined what it would have looked like had Pansy sucked on her finger, rather than dropping her hand to her lap. That thought stirred sleepy blood throughout his body and suddenly Oliver was acutely aware of how little hospital gowns or blankets could hide. Hopefully Pansy would notice too, if only to give her a visual tease.
Tugging at her knickers, Oliver peeled the fabric away just far enough to slip his hand inside. His fingers explored her lower belly first, the mound of skin above her pubic bone, not quite dipping low enough for any pleasurable sensation, but close enough that Pansy would eagerly anticipate what was about to happen.
Oliver smiled up at her as he lightly pinched at her labia. 'So... What was your favorite dish during the holiday?' he asked evenly, as if their conversation had never dropped into sex.
It wasn’t going to take long for a thin line of sweat to appear on Pansy’s hairline. He was very talented with his hands, even in the most delicate of situations. She shifted her weight and spread her legs a little, giving him more room to work, and moved her hands back behind her on the bed a bit so she could lean back. Her eyes fell closed with pleasure for just a moment, then opened again, half-lidded, as she grinned hungrily at him. “Turkey.” She said. Her voice was gruff, almost as hungry as her eyes. “I’m a thigh girl myself,” she added. “Did you get a holiday meal?”
Oliver wiggled his eyebrows at her, fingers dipping down further and gently tracing folds of skin. Still, he avoided any direct stimulation, watching Pansy's face for an indication as to when the perfect moment would be.
'I did, in fact. Cooked by my head nurse,' he replied, leaving mention of Verity out of it. As a single man he wasn't ashamed of seeing several women at a time; that’s what dating was intended for and there was no commitment between him and any one of them. But the matter of fact remained: it wasn't polite to wax about a girl while pleasuring another.
Thank goodness he didn’t mention Verity. Pansy was a smart girl, and she read people very, very well. If he’d started talking about the petite blonde, Pansy would probably have put together how much she meant to Oliver, and would have felt a bit guilty about what they were doing. If only a little.
But it was true, they had no ties to each other, or to anyone else. They could just have fun, no strings. And this was very, very much fun. She closed her eyes, her body starting to ache for more. “...was it... good...?” She asked, her voice breathy and soft, almost whimpering now.
‘It was exquisite,’ Oliver replied, taking the opportunity to finally caress Pansy exactly where she wanted.
Pansy’s toes curled inside her boots. She inhaled sharply, her hand tightening into a fist full of his bedclothes. She’d wanted it so very badly, and now she was having a hard time keeping quiet.
A knock came at the door, and it opened. Lizzy stepped into the room. “And how are we feeling, Mister Wood?” She asked. As soon as her eyes came to rest on Oliver and Pansy on the bed, however, she stopped in her tracks. “Oh, didn’t know you had... company...” She said, breaking into a frown.
‘Hello, Lizzy,’ Oliver said, turning his gaze towards her. Of all the people in the whole hospital to walk into his room, it had to have been her. ‘This is my friend, Pansy Malfoy. Pansy, this is my head nurse, Lizzy Adler.’ And though his heart beat wildly in his throat, the fear of Lizzy realising what was going on did not stop him from slowly pressing two fingers inside of Pansy.
Pansy almost laughed. She turned to look at the woman who just entered the room and raised her free hand to wiggle her fingers at her in greeting. “Hi....ya....” she trailed off, giving a sharp inhale at the feel of his fingers inside her.
Lizzy simply stood there for a moment, her frown turning into a scowl. “I’ll give you two more minutes, Mister Wood,” any semblance of a friendly nature was gone from her voice now, as she put the whole situation together and realized what, exactly, was going on. “And then I’ll be back in here to take your vitals. And I don’t want to see you again, Miss Malfoy. Not on my wing, not on my watch. Are we clear?”
Oliver’s brow knit tightly and every soft feature of his face disappeared, hardening into sharp points and rough disapproval of Lizzy’s banishment. Alrighty, so what was happening - probably not entirely appropriate for the setting but it was his room, his friend.
When he spoke, his voice was deep, accent thick, all pleasantry and familiarity gone. The Oliver in the room now was the Oliver of his youth, brash, cold, defiant. ‘She can visit whenever she pleases.’ He was no longer touching Pansy.
Once Oliver’s hand was out from under her skirt, Pansy climbed up off the bed. “Really, it’s okay.” She said, glancing between patient and nurse. This was one of those things she didn’t like about hospitals. Grey areas and fuzzy rules. “I’ll go. I gotta go get ready for a date, anyway.”
Lizzy raised both eyebrows at Pansy’s words. She was really just cross that she now had to tell Verity that Oliver had a girl on his bed. And possibly that he’d had his hand up her skirt. Verity would be absolutely crushed! The last time she’d mentioned Oliver’s lunch date with that girl to Verity, it obviously ruined her mood. (Perhaps Lizzy was a little too meddlesome?) “I think that’s best, Miss Malfoy.” She stepped to the side so Pansy could walk through the doorway.
Pansy turned back to Oliver. “I will see you later.” She said, slightly embarrassed, slightly defiant.
Oliver’s expression softened slightly as he addressed Pansy in response, ‘I’ll call you. Soon,’ he promised, then watched her go. The moment she was out of the room, the last traces of compliance disappeared from Oliver’s face.
He was sick of this. Sick of being in that bed. Sick of the drugs that made him woosey and nauseous. Oliver despised the staff’s constant vigilance and the reminders to take things easy and slow. He’d been the model patient, practically, but apparently that hadn’t been enough. And now, with Lizzy? The hospital couldn't pay him to stay there a night longer.
‘I’d like my discharge papers now,’ he said without pausing to think. ‘Right now.’ At this point, he was unwilling to stay even the rest of the week as previously agreed. No hospital was going to determine who could or could not visit. He had so few friends to begin with; how could they fathom banishing a single one of them?
Pansy felt a little strange about what just happened. She collected herself and left the room, trying not to think that this was in some way a betrayal of Peter’s trust. She had to go to one more class today, then go home and change for her date. The date she was so very excited about.
Lizzy watched Pansy go, scowling, then gave Oliver a nod. “I’ll go get your doctor.” And she left the room. She didn’t want to deal with him anymore.