Who: Peter and Pansy Where: Disneyland still When: Backdated to December 22nd/23rd What: Disneyland Date - Part 3 Rating: NSFW Status: Complete. I think this is the last of it.
Peter laughed as he was dragged out of Indiana Jones and now on their way to pirates, “How has there never been pirates in an Indiana Jones movie? That seems like a giant plot point that’s missing, I mean the man’s fought Nazis, and temple gods, and slave owners, and all of these other things; yet, he’s managed to forego fighting pirates? That just seems completely off.”
He grinned while they moved, realizing he was doing his usual nerd ramble thing, and then he reached out and grabbed her. Lifting her up, he hauled her over his shoulder, laughing as he quickly began to run towards the pirate line, “Out of my way everyone! This girl needs to get to a ride! It’s her Make a Wish!” He winked, then gave her a powerful slap on the arse, just as he rounded another corner, “Move move move! This girl has ‘I’m still a Disney lover’ syndrome, and if I don’t take her on every ride here, she might burst into Disney flames or something.”
He then skidded to a stop near the ride, and let her drop to her feet, laughing as he looked down at her, “See? That’s how you get through an amusement park. Make everyone think you’re absolutely nuts.”
Pansy loved his usual nerd ramble thing. She simply gave his hand a squeeze and listened, tugging him along with her to the Pirates ride. It wasn’t a long walk from one to the next, and the park was still fairly empty for being so early in the morning. “You know,” she said on the way, “I bet if we move quickly, we could have all six rides by the time the park officially opens.” She said, giving him a grin.
Then laughed as he started running, and ran along with him. “You’re absolutely insane!” She cried out to him, then plowed into him as he stopped abruptly, laughing and wrapping her arms around him. “...you’re nuts, you know that, right?” She said with a grin, then lifted her hands up and wrapped them around his shoulders, playfully. She leaned up and in and tapped a quick kiss against his lips, then turned to tug him through the line.
“You know, this ride is so slow, private, and dark... I bet we could get away with almost anything on it.” She said, her hand in his, as they moved through the empty line. “Especially if we get a boat to ourselves.” There weren’t many people in line when they got up to the front. The employees were ushering people into the boats for the ride, but when Pansy slipped the guy a $50, she and Peter got their own boat.
Peter blinked when they neared the ride and grinned at her pushing up against him. He shrugged, “Sure, I may be nuts but who’s more nuts? Me or the girl who sticks with me knowing I’m nuts?” He chuckled then kissed her back, before being tugged into the line. He couldn’t help but laugh and shake his head, “And I think you’re a little nuts too there, sexy girl. You act all calm and sweet until we get near a line and then suddenly you’re a rabid animal. I wonder what you’d be like if the park was full, start screaming at the top of your lungs, hitting people... I could see it.” He joked with a wink.
As they neared the boatman, or whatever the hell he was, he blinked at the things she was saying. He stared down at her and raised a brow, then cleared his throat as she shoveled an extra 50 into the man’s hand, and they both slipped into their own boat. He leaned over and looked at her, “What precisely did you have in mind? That we need a private boat, in the dark, on a long slow ride? Because now I’m super curious.”
He winked as they took their seats, and the boat began to slowly pull away from the dock and the lines of people waiting to get into their own boats.
Pansy laughed. "Maybe we're both nuts." She said, then moved through the line with him. "I think you're just projecting your own insanity onto me. I worry about what you might be like if this place was wall to wall people. We might get kicked out!" She grinned. "Then what would we do with our year long passes?"
They pulled along away from the dock and floated by the Blue Bayou restaurant. "I dunno, I thought we could use our imaginations." She said, a wicked smile crossing her features. "...you think they have cameras in here?" She added, leaning back a little and cuddling close against him.
“I think that, if they have cameras, they’re likely pointed at the displays to make sure they don’t get damaged, and because they’re lit up. Since the waterway isn’t, they could only really use night vision cameras, which is unlikely because it wouldn’t provide them much except to tell them someone was moving, but it wouldn’t help them identify anyone,” he then raised a brow, grinning as she cuddled up against him. He wrapped his arm around her shoulders, and clicked his tongue.
“Why do you want to know? What sort of creative ideas are stirring about in that naughty little head of yours?” he winked before leaning down to place a soft kiss against her lips. Massaging his fingers into her good shoulder a bit, before then pulling back, “Because you’re not required to let me in. Definitely.”
“Hmmm.” Pansy said, breaking into a grin. That was a very good point. Peter was so very smart. That may have been part of the reason that she loved him so much. “You’re so smart,” she said, speaking her mind. One arm was pinned down his side between them, but her free hand came to rest on his knee. It slowly moved upward, along the inside of his leg.
“I just thought,” she responded after gently returning his kiss. “I thought that it might be fun to get a bit naughty.” She said, her hand finally reaching its destination. “If you’re up for a little play. We’ve got about twenty minutes of Yo Ho Yo Ho.”
He blinked at her hand that crawled up along his leg, and cleared his throat a bit. He was obviously a bit nervous at the idea; sex in public was definitely something he was new at. Still, he wasn’t against it, either. He looked around, then up at the ceilings and walls, then back to her as he grinned. He leaned in closer to her, bringing his hand around to wrap into her thigh as he shrugged, “You know, I think it might be the best idea you’ve ever had--getting naughty in the Happiest Place on Earth.”
He winked before kissing her again, this time wantonly and needily. He drew his tongue against hers, and sighed against her lips as he kissed her. Letting his tongue roll around with her own, his fingers drew up along her side and back down as he seemed rather intent to make her little creative thought come to life.
He pulled his lips away, looking into her eyes, “Mmm, alright, well then if we’ve only got twenty minutes; seems to me we can’t waste any time thinking about it.”
“Best or worst.” Pansy said with a little chuckle. “It could get us thrown out of the park. Lewd behavior.” She wasn’t stopping, though. Her hand moved up a little further, and then she returned his kiss, breathing into it and feeling the pleasure in her body rise. She pulled back a little to look into his deep, brown eyes, then gave a nod, grinning and biting her bottom lip. Her hand lifted up to unfasten his trousers, then she slipped it inside to touch him. “Don’t waste time. Just kiss me.” She said, then captured his lips with her own.
He kissed her deeply, hungrily, as he groaned silently against her lips with a heavy vibration; feeling her hand working into his jeans, and feeling her rub against him. His body heaved with need, and he pushed his lips tighter against hers, his own hand moving around to undo the front of her own pants, reaching down between her to caress and mold against her as well, while his hips pushed up against her. His frame rather in a constant desire for pleasure and heat.
Passion radiated off of them both, and centered on their lips as they kissed.
It wasn’t just a kiss, it was passion passed back and forth between two mouths. Pansy wasn’t sure if she’d be able to climb into his lap, to go the full distance on the ride. But she was sure as hell gonna make sure that he enjoyed himself. Her hand pumped hungrily but gently against him, not wanting to hurt him with her enthusiasm. Her mouth was open to his, inviting his tongue in hungrily, massaging hers against it. She wanted more for him, more from him. Her mouth broke away from his and kissed down his neck. “Oh, Pete.” She half moaned, half whimpered, nuzzling her nose into his skin.
Having his arm wrapped around her thin waist allowed him to tuck his hand down between her thighs while she stroked at him, his breathing heavy as he kissed her deeply and wantonly, filled with pleasure and passion. The heat was feverish, and his muscles flexed as he felt her hand going with such a hungry desire. When her lips pulled away, and he felt them moving down his neck, he did his best to keep his groans low and stifled; as he was certain it’d echo off these hollow walls.
He glanced down, watching her hand moving, then grinned as he groaned again leaning back against the seat he was wearing. He began to run his finger over her clit, flicking and pinching at it as his body grew more and more eager for her touches. He then pushed his fingers deep inside of her and began to stroke his fingers in and out of her while pumping his hips up into her pumping hand.
Mutual masterbation was the best Pansy could do on this ride. She didn’t want to climb on top of him, just in case there were people watching on cameras or something. She wasn’t willing to take that chance. But this was oh-so much fun. She gave a tiny whimper against the skin of his neck, then opened her mouth and gently bit down on his neck, playfully, still pumping her hand against him. It was a confined space, and she didn’t dare remove more clothing, didn’t dare make larger motions, didn’t dare draw more attention to herself. But the way he was touching her made her want so much more. She was content, though, to be teased and pleased like this.
Ride? What ride? Pansy was paying more attention to Peter at the moment.
He had to admit, as much as he’d love to have her riding him on his lap, the feeling of her hand wrapped around him, stroking and pumping him, with her wet and tight around his own fingers had his body rigid and hungry for more attention. He groaned deeply, pumping his fingers deep and fast inside of her. Working her over, before pulling his fingers out to pinch and flick at her clit. Rubbing hard at it, he then moved his fingers back down and drive it deep inside of her once more. Groaning at the warmth her body surrounded his fingers with.
Pumping in and out of her faster and faster, he rather loved hearing her moans, feeling her lips against his skin; he loved the wetness of her, he loved her hand on him. It was obvious Peter rather enjoyed everything she did to him, and seemed rather to enjoy her own large sex drive that was driving his own forward.
He groaned at the bite of her neck and reached his hand across his chest, and grabbed one of her breasts. He squeezed it through her fabric, squeezing it in a handful, massaging and kneading as he continued to feel her pump at him. “Fuck Pansy... god that feels good.”
Pansy grinned. God, she loved it when he spoke to her, when he was vocal during their intimacy. No matter where it was or what they were doing. She loved to hear his voice, hear his breathing, know that what she was doing was making him feel good. Her hand didn't stop or even pause in its pumping, fingers trailing along the underside of his length, moving deeper into his pants to massage the tender flesh where his legs met.
It was a slightly awkward position, slightly awkward maneuvering, but that was part of the pleasure in it. It was naughty and tantalizing. She wasn't sure she was going to finish, but she hoped he would. She grazed her teeth against his neck, giving a giant sigh and moaning very gently against his neck at the way he was treating her. She spread her legs a little and bit her lip.
"Pete," she whispered, pulling her face back to look into his eyes. "...do you want me to..." Her eyes flickered down into his lap and back up again with a twinkle. Then she licked her lip.
Oh Peter would make sure that, before they went back to the hotel, she got to finish. He wasn’t that cruel, and absolutely loved the way she felt and moved when she came. So he was going to make sure, for both their sakes, she got that moment. Yet, still, his mind wasn’t entirely focused on that, but instead on the intense pleasure of her pumping and active hand. His chest heaved a bit with groans of pleasure, and his fingers splayed her open as he continued to massage and attack her.
He then heard her and looked down into her eyes, following them, and taking a moment to get what she meant then grinned. Nodding his head, as he swallowed, “Yea... yea I uh... I’d like that a lot.” He winked, “You’re such a naughty girl Pansy Malfoy.” He grinned before groaning a bit louder, laying his head back against the boat as a surge of pleasure built through him.
Pansy broke into a grin. At least this would be less messy. She kissed his lips, then his chin, then his neck, then his chest through his shirt, and made her way down over his stomach, backing up her backside so she could go horizontal along the bench with her head in his lap. This was, without a doubt, the naughtiest thing that Pansy had ever done. She removed her hand from his length and replaced it with her mouth.
Peter groaned rather deeply at the touch of her lips against him, his body surged and he found himself pushing up against her with need. His breath caught, and a groan escaped him again. He looked over to her backside in the air, and hooked his thumb into the loop on the back of her jeans. Leaning just a bit, he was able to work her jeans down over the hump in her rear, and grinned as he slid his hand down along the back of her thigh.
He then pushed his fingers into her panties, and tugged enough to expose her flesh, before sliding his fingers back inside of her, having to stretch his arm to reach, while his eyes scanned down to watch her lips on his erection.
He grinned and ran his other hand up, through the back of her hair, taking a handful of it as he groaned again, “God Pansy, oh please don’t stop.”
Pansy had done this a few times. Okay, maybe more than a few. She almost always required return payment for this act, but with Peter she wasn't sure she'd press the issue. She trusted that they were going to pleasure each other back and forth, on and off, for as long as they were together. Her mouth tightened a little, her lips wrapping around him, and she began to bob. His hand in her hair made her groan around his length, her tongue trailing along him. She pulled him almost completely out of her mouth, suckling hard, and pushed back down, swirling her tongue around his length along the way, taking as much of him in as she could. Repeat. Repeat. Repeat.
His hand down in her panties, the way he felt hungry for it, his words and his hand in her hair all made her tingle, pleasure building within her. She hummed against his length again, her toes curling in her boots.
What Pansy likely didn’t know about Peter, yet, was that he absolutely had a rather torrid love affair with going down on the few girls he’d been with. It was one of the few things in his limited experience he could honestly say he had a bit of a fetish for. So he’d be more than happy to return the favor; unfortunately, such an option was not on the table considering the time constraints they had. At least not on this ride.
He groaned still, and looked down at her with a heavy, wanton grin and then leaned his head back, his fingers continuing to tease and toy while his body reacted marvelously. His hips shifting a bit as his groans grew deeper and heavier, suggesting he was growing rather close.
“Pansy don’t stop, you’re amazing. Oh this is amazing--fuck... so -- I’m so close.”
Oh, he was definitely going to have to return the favor. For a long time that was the only way Pansy could finish. She had a friend who was incredible and they traded off. Now she was going to have to depend on Peter for all of her sexual needs. What a shame. So far, he was absolutely living up to her expectations. And then some.
She didn't bother responding to his words, she simply redoubled her efforts, moving harder and faster against him. She brought her hand around to massage what didn't fit in her mouth. Her fingers wrapped around the base of his length and she pumped her hand along with the bobbing of her head, urging him on.
The fast bobbing and tightness of her lips had his body eager as ever and his hips moving in unison with her moving lips and hand. Her tight fingers, the stroking, the sucking; it all had his breathing growing heavy as his hand continued to hold onto the back of her head. his other hand moving and working at the soft, warm sex of hers; gently massaging at it, before sliding his fingers inside and pushing in and out of her as fast as he could go, listening to the rather sexual sounds they were making.
It was likely, this particular position they were in, could in fact be picked up by night vision cameras if there were any; still, it wasn’t a guarantee and so therefore they would likely be in the clear. Not that Peter was even remotely aware of that, and instead was focused entirely on the pleasures her mouth gave him, brushing her hair out of the way so he could watch her lips work. Grabbing a handful of her hair as if he were guiding her along his length.
Then he groaned, rather loudly, and grit his teeth as he fingered her faster and harder. Going as fast as physics would allow, before his body tensed and his hips jerked. Soon he began to unload, his orgasm erupting as he came.
“Oh...Fuck Pansy.. fuck.” He offered, not being able to keep his voice down as he continued to find himself releasing into her mouth, his fingers daring not to stop as he continued to pleasure her.
Pansy swallowed a few times, shuddering at the power of his climax. It was the first time she’d ever gone down on a guy to the Pirates of the Caribbean theme song. OhmyGod, so much fun, she thought. She kinda wanted to make this a tradition, that every time they came here, they’d do this. But they couldn’t always ensure that they’d get a boat to themselves.
There was a dip coming in the right, the one before the end, so Pansy sat up a little and tugged his pants very gently back on, then leaned in and kissed his neck. She pulled his hand out of her pants and tugged those back up, too, so that no one would know what they’d been up to once they were back up at the surface.
“You are incredible,” she whispered against his skin. “So. Hot.”
He groaned as she finished him off, his body tensing at the touch of her lips to his neck only moments later as he, too, helped to pull his pants on completely. Doing them up, he grinned before feeling her pull his hand out of her pants. He raised a brow, “Oh no fair for you, I should at least be forced to make you finish; I’ll have to make sure to return the favor as soon as the opportunity arises.” He winked, leaning back as he basked in the afterglow of an intense orgasm.
He ran his hand up and down her back, before raising a brow in her direction again, “No, I’m not incredible--you’re the incredible one. That was amazing, and I have to make sure I provide the same sort of... feed back appropriate for that sort of behavior.” He winked again, as the boat pulled to a stop and he smiled at the operator. He then stood, helping Pansy out of said boat, making sure to place his hand on her arse when pushing her out--giving a little, subtle squeeze--before stepping out behind her and nodding to the man.
“Best ride I’ve ever been on at Disneyland, you guys sure know how to make them rock,” he winked with a knowing grin given to Pansy as they began to leave, “Mmm, so where to next hot stuff?”
"You'll have your way with me later. We have four more rides to go on before we're allowed to go back to the hotel." Pansy said. It was almost like teasing him. The promise of more. It teased her, too. She nodded. "Please do return the favor. In Spades."
The end of the ride came, and they climbed out. Pansy gave a little grin and giggle at the squeeze to her backside, then wrapped her arm down and around his waist once he caught up with her, leading the way into the Pirates of the Caribbean gift shop at the end of the ride.
"Feedback?" She asked, turning to slowly wander through the shop. "We should buy all kinds of things to celebrate the occasion." She added, picking up a Jack Sparrow Hat and putting it on his head.
"Haunted Mansion is next, then Splash Mountain," Pansy said, leading him through the store and looking at all the awesome merchandise. She could drop a pretty penny in this shop.
“Oh don’t worry, I’ll be returning the favor; I assure you, I’m going to make sure that when we head back home you have to sleep for a week to get your energy back,” he winked then stepped into the gift shop. The pirate hat on his head, he gave her a look, “I am nothing but uncool enough to wear this hat, I’m not Jack Sparrow material; that requires a nifty beard and a permanent bit of alcohol-induced brain damage. None of which I have yet. What I should have is a fedora.”
He watched her scavenging, arm latched up with her shoulders as they moved together, “And I don’t know if I can handle Haunted Mansion, it might scare me too much. Can I hold onto you for support?” He grinned while they moved, licking his lips before turning up a brow, looking her over, “I don’t think your shirt is appropriate for Splash Mountain, we may have to put it off until you change into something a bit more whiter and thinner.”
“So four more rides, Haunted Mansion and Splash Mountain, and what are the other four? Anything specifically exciting, or do I get to count you as one of the rides?” Goodness Peter was a bit bold and had his mind in the gutter; probably didn’t help that they’d had sex for the first time last night, but he realized he was making a lot of innuendos and cleared hsi throat, “Sorry. Uh, so uhm... Space Mountain I assume will be another one?”
Pansy wanted to make a crack about how she was going to force his head into her lap until she passed out, or something even more crude, but then she remembered the look on the old woman's face when she was blatant in the line. Probably not the best idea. This was a family friendly establishment, after all. She refrained. "Oooh, a fedora. They have those across the way, down by the Jungle Cruise." She was absolutely going to get him a fedora now.
"You'd better hold onto me for support. But know that's one of my favorite rides, and I'll be reciting the words along with it as we go." She said, giving him a grin. "My shirt is just fine for Splash Mountain. You'll just have to help me peel it off when we're through with the ride. Maybe we should do that one last."
She pulled the map out of her pocket. "Star Tours? Buzz Lightyear? Absolutely Space Mountain. So long as you don't mind me clinging to you for that one." She said, giving him a smirk. "You only get to ride me back at the hotel." She added in a whisper, then checked out a pretty awesome sweatshirt she was considering picking up for herself. "What do you think about this one?"
“No, don’t mind you clinging to me ever, it’s generally a pretty fun time when you do,” he then looked at the sweater and raised a brow, looking it over. He shrugged, “Looks good to me. I mean I’m a bit biased too, and think everything looks good on and off of you; still, in all honesty, it looks really good. Definitely your style, fun and endearing.”
He then moved to look at the map as he then blinked, “Well obviously we’re doing Star Tours, and yea Space Mountain sounds good, and wrap it all up with Splash Mountain. You know, that sounds like a brilliant plan.” He chuckled before moving around the store with her again.
“All of this following the Haunted Mansion of course, and I cannot wait to take video evidence of you reciting the whole of the words to Haunted Mansion and submitting it to YouTube.”
Pansy gave a little laugh and nodded. "I'm generally pretty fun when I cling." She gave him a little nod, and found the sweatshirt in her size. She brought it up to the front counter, and paid for it with her gift card, then gave the hotel room information, and had it sent over there. Easy Peasy Mac and Cheesy.
She turned to lead him out of the shop and across New Orleans Square toward the Haunted Mansion. "I'm damn sexy when I recite the opening monologue." She said, giving him a grin.
“You’re living a bit like a rockstar, try not to let it go to your head too much? I don’t want you leaving me for Jared Leto or someone in leather pants. Because I can’t pull off leather pants,” he then wrapped his arm around her shoulders as they moved towards the Mansion, looking down at her as they moved, “You’re pretty much sexy in everything you do, but I’m seriously going to record it. I just want you to know that, alright?”
He chuckled before placing a kiss against her, then looked around as they neared the Mansion, “I swear, for a kid’s ride, they sure do make this place have some creepy feelings to it.”
Pansy wrapped her arm down and around his waist as they walked across the park. It was slowly starting to fill with people. Still early enough that there weren't many around. She laughed. "Hey, I think you could totally pull off leather pants. But they'd have to be... y'know... the fake stuff. Real leather pants are hot, sweaty, and totally uncomfortable." Pansy spoke from experience. "You want a video of... my sexiness?" She asked, thinking it might be fun to set up a camera for them both.
"Meh, it's all in good fun. Like halloween, or whatever. C'mon." The line was really, really short for this time of year and time of day, and she let him all the way in without having to stop once. The lights went down and the spooky music came on.
“Well I meant a video of your reciting this wonderful moment, but considering everything you do is sexy; then yes, I think that I do intend to video tape your sexiness,” but as he looked to her with that look in her eyes, he turned up a brow, “Why? What do you intend for taping your sexiness to mean?”
He followed her along the semi-quick line, and into the mansion as the music began to play. He then seemed to be thinking, “No, I think even the fake stuff wouldn’t work for me. You can go ahead and wear all the leather pants you want, but it won’t work for me; totally couldn’t pull it off, I mean I’d like to. I’d love to have moves like Mick Jagger, but I’m just not British Rockstar sexy enough.”
The steps they took along the carpeted floor grew longer and longer, showing they were getting bunched up into the line as they grew closer to the ride itself. Nearing the moving seats, he looked over to her and grinned as he watched her, “You know, this place really is fantastic--the effort put into it? It’s like being IN a movie so many times.”
"Oh, I can recite this for you anytime, it's no big." Pansy said, giving a little handwave. She grinned, though, giving his hand a little squeeze. They moved through the line quickly, but then started to slow as they reached the entrance. "I think you and I could come up with some sexy things we could record." She said, giving him a little smirk.
"I think you're British Rockstar sexy." Pansy said, poking him in the side. "We should get you some black eyeliner and a dog collar, and I could prove to you how Rockstar sexy you are." She added, beaming. Like a huge Ken Doll she could dress him. If he'd let her.
"It is. C'mon." She gave his hand a tug and quickened their step as they got to the front of the line, moved through the ride, and to the moving chairs on the moving sidewalk... and Pansy climbed into their little ride chair thingy and cuddled close against him while it took them deeper into the Haunted Mansion.
He grinned and laughed, “I have a horrible accent, I can’t be a British Rockstar, but if you want to go all fashionista with me and try to turn me into a rockstar you’re more than welcome to; I guarantee you it’s not going to work very well, but I’d like to see you take up the challenge anyway.” He grinned as he nudged her, slipping into the seat with her.
His arm moved to wrap around her, cuddling her up against him as he leaned back in the seat watching as the ride zipped past them, “And really? Eye-liner? I don’t know if I’d look good as a girl.” He laughed.
Then blinking he looked down at her, “So wait... you want us to record... doing... things? And for what purpose? To watch later to get us in the mood? Or for you to watch while I’m work to keep yourself preoccupied? I’m not going to tell you how much of a fantasy that is.”
The ride was fantastic. Probably Pansy's favorite? She sang along with the little songs and cuddled close against him, sneaking in kisses here and there. Then they had a hitch-hiker at the end of the ride, climbed off at the moving sidewalk, and Pansy was able to get the last line in before they left the ride completely.
"Hurry back... hurry baack... and don't forget your death certificate!"
She laughed as they stepped out into the bright sunshine. The park was starting to fill up with more people, but it was still relatively early. She reached for Peter's hand once he'd caught up, and laced her fingers with hers.
"All of the above," she added, in response to his question. "I mean, watching ourselves on video is undoubtedly terribly erotic. Though, I don't know for certain, I've never done it before. And I'd love to have something to watch of you for when you're working and I'm horny."
He laughed, having recorded every time she quoted anything, and laughing before kissing her lips again softly, moving with her out of the ride as they moved towards the rest of the park. He laughed a bit, and shook his head, “Oh, you have no idea how much I absolutely love when you say that word--yea, I’m definitely that guy. I’m so easily aroused by you, I mean obviously it’s a very atypical word, but still”
He then kissed her again, as he pulled her in near him, “I like that idea though, having a video of you readily available when I’m thinking of you and you’re stuck in class. Then I’d shoot you a text, while you’re in class, and let you know what I’m watching... what I’m doing... is that rude? Mean of me? Probably should be a bit nicer, but I think that’d be fun.”
He laughed, before making his way towards Space Mountain, “Alright, so now let’s get all sci-fi.”
"What, horny?" Pansy laughed. "Oh, mister, I'm going to break you." She had a sex drive like no other, as she was sure he was noticing. And now that she was only having sex with one person--Oh,God,onlyoneperson??--she had a lot of aggression to give him. Though, to be fair, he had a point. She didn't say it that often. Especially not when she was getting to know someone. But now that he'd been inside her... well, she could pretty much say anything now.
She turned as he pulled her in, and returned his kiss hungrily. She laughed again, very softly this time. "Only if I can do the same thing to you at work." She insisted, then shrugged. "Besides, I can sneak out of class to go to the bathroom and get myself off."
She beamed. "I think this is your area of expertise. Ah, Tomorrowland." She said, and headed off toward that side of the park. It was quite a walk, but she was wearing reasonable shoes.
He followed with her towards Tomorrowland, before raising a brow in her direction, “Break me? How? I’m curious now as to what you mean by that, because I’m beginning to think you mean corrupt me, at which point, is it corruption if I’m a willing participant?” He grinned while keeping his arm wrapped around her waist. Then shaking his head he looked over at her, “You would not sneak off to the bathroom to get yourself off, what if you got caught?”
Oh, see? Peter may like to flirt with her, but he was obviously a bit of a nerd in this aspect still. Despite what they’d just done in the ride, it seemed unplausible to him she’d go and get herself off in the bathroom between classes, “Because I know you’re a bit of a moaner, and I can’t imagine you being able to keep it down knowing there’s a girl in the stall next to you.”
Then he chuckled, “Although, those sorts of texts at work would still be brilliant, help me get my mind off of the more stressful things.” He continued moving along with her, shaking his head with a bit of a frown, “I’m uh... I’m sorry if all this sexual flirting, and sexual talk is putting you off. I know that there’s this perception that that’s all guys think about, and I don’t want you to think I’m being that guy, and that you know, that’s all I want. Because it’s not, I really like being with you, and yea I mean... I’m sorry if that’s how it’s coming off.”
Oh Peter. Poor Peter Parker.
"Oh, honey, when you're broken, you'll know it." Pansy said, giving him a smile. "Your head won't actually explode, but it'll feel like it." She added, following along with him toward tomorrow land. they walked right past the statue of Mickey and Walt Disney, and Pansy gave the statue a little salute in respect as they walked.
"Are you kidding? The idea of getting caught is half the fun." She was beaming mischievously. "You make it sound like you don't believe I've done it before." She said. "Also, I think you overestimate the number of girls who use the bathroom during class. It's usually pretty empty. Though, I still have to keep quiet."
She looked up and around and led them to the line for Space Mountain. It wasn't all that long. "Dude, don't be." Pansy said, squeezing him with the arm around his waist. "Seriously, Pete. I want it just as much as you do. I know it's not like, lady-like, or something. But girls want sex just as much as guys do. So stop being sorry. And bring it up all you want."
“Oh I don’t mean lady like or not lady like, not trying to be stereotypical or anything; what I meant was, I just don’t want you to think that that’s all I ever think about or want, it’s just, well I mean... yea look at you,” he laughed before following her to the line for Space Mountain, and towards the ride itself. He looked at her before grinning with a raised brow, “You know, Pansy; you have literally got to be the best girlfriend anyone could ever ask for. Not just saying that either, I mean you’re beautiful, sexy, smart, funny... you’re laid back and don’t push, yet you aren’t afraid to be yourself. And then... you’re a fiery little seductive woman too, just to top all of it off.” He followed her, then, into the ride itself, and got themselves strapped in.
“Now you said you thought this was, somehow, my area of expertise? What precisely did you mean by that? I’ve never been to space, I’m sure NASA wouldn’t pass me. I’m not nerely fit enough to be an astronaut. And I know for a fact you’re not calling me a nerd, because that’s obviously not the case.”
He grinned before looking over towards her, giving her thigh another squeeze, “So what? One more after this?”
Pansy gave a little laugh. "Dude, you're already in my pants. You don't have to say all that stuff." She said, smirking over at him. Her cheeks were bright pink now at the compliments, though, and she tugged his shirt up just a little bit so she could rest her hand on his bare hip with her arm wrapped around his waist. It was strange how one night (and one morning, and one Disneyland ride) of intimacy could bring them so close together. She couldn't remember ever feeling so comfortable with anyone--except possibly her brother, but she wasn't about to grab his naked hip.
"Really, though. Don't worry about it." She said as they moved through the line. It got to a point where they really should go single file, and she reluctantly let go of him so they could move with more ease through the poles and snake through the line. It was moving fairly quickly, considering. "And yeah, your area of expertise." She laughed when he said she wasn't calling him a nerd. "Oh, obviously," she playfully agreed. "You're far from nerdy."
They were almost to the front of the line now. "Star Tours after this. Then back to the hotel for... lunch?" She teased, giving him a grin. "If you're up for it."
“Star Tours, or are we doing Splash Mountain? Now I’m all sorts of confused, and I know I’m already in your pants Pansy, but what I’m saying is true,” he grinned and kissed her cheek then before making their way to the ride itself. Snaking through the line when she let him go, he took her hand while they walked, and then looked back to her, “I’m not a space nerd. Well I mean, I did help build a rocket caliper for the Space Shuttle, but that was a project, and I was part of a big team of people.”
He grinned, obviously bragging in only the way a nerd like Peter could. As they approached the ride, he helped her inside first, then slipped in next to her, “I can’t be nerdy, I mean a hot girl like you on my arm? Nerds can’t accomplish this, I feel like I’m breaking enough rules that they might take my nerd card away. But that’s fine, I’ll let them.”
"Oh, I forgot about Splash Mountain." Pansy said, smiling. "All right. Space Mountain, Star Tours, Splash Mountain, then back to the hotel." She laced her fingers with his while they walked, giving it a little squeeze. "Sure, that's nerdy enough. It's okay, though. I like nerds, I told you that before."
Once they were inside, Pansy sidled up against him in the car and pulled on the lap belt. "You know it's the time of the nerds right now." She said, softly. "Nerds are getting all the hot girls. Haven't you heard?" She asked, giving him a smile. "You'd still be sexy, even without your nerd card."
“Would I? Would you really want me if I wasn’t in possession of a nerd card? Admit it, that’s a pretty big part of who I am,” he grinned as they strapped into the ride. He held her closer, his arm moving around her shoulders, and pulling her against him as he sat back, waiting for the ride to begin.
“And really, you think somehow nerds get all the hot girls now? I completely find that impossible, I mean let’s be honest right?” He winked at her, “That doesn’t sound right at all; it happens on Big Bang Theory, but that’s Big Bang Theory. Not real life. But it’s a good thought; still, sorry to say, but you’re the weird one into nerds here.” He winked at her again before pulling her in as close as the restraints would allow.
“Man... three more rides? I have to wait that long to repay favors? Woo... torments and torments.”
"I dunno, maybe it is the nerd card that makes you so damn sexy." Pansy said. The ride started, and Pansy cuddled close against him. She was about to respond to his comment about the Big Bang Theory, but it was a damn good ride. By the end of it she'd forgotten what they were talking about. She was exhilarated and stoked about Star Tours, about Splash Mountain. And the hotel. She was really excited about the hotel.
She wrapped her arm around him, stuffing her hand in his back pocket to give his backside a squeeze as they left the ride together. "I'm going to buy so much stuff in the Star Tours gift shop. You have no idea." She wanted to spend a thousand dollars on Star Wars merchandise alone. She needed a new collection of awesome t-shirts and toys. Seriously. She led him around to the line for Star Tours.
By now the park was getting a little more busy. "Twenty minute wait? What the deal, yo?" Pansy said, frowning as they got in line. "...should we just... skip it and go back to the hotel?"
He looked at her and raised a brow, “Well we could skip, sure, if that’s what you want to do. But I know you were looking forward to these rides. Hmm, how about this. We go back to the hotel, then later tonight we can come back for the fireworks and night stuff, you know after dinner and all of that, and then you and I will go on all the rides that are available at night. I’m sure it’ll still be busy then, but by that time I think we’ll be...” He gave her own backside a firm squeeze, “Satiated enough to wait twenty minutes in line. If not, we’ll just make out in line and drive people nuts.”
He laughed and gave her rear a hard slap and pushed her towards the exit, “Now let’s get you back to this hotel, because I have a favor to return, and I intend to make sure you take a nice, LOONG nap due to that returned favor.”
He chuckled and moved with her, slipping out of the line as they headed back towards said hotel. The rides had been fun, and this whole weekend getaway was an experience and a half, he was loving it far too much to want to stop; couldn’t they just live in Disneyland and have fun and sex all day everyday? Was that a crime somewhere?
Pansy gave a laugh at the squeeze to her backside. "Sounds like a plan." She said, then turned to lead the way back to the hotel. "A long nap, hmm? That sounds like heaven." She responded, laughing again.
They got their hands stamped at the gate, even though they had year-long passes, and Pansy led the way through Downtown Disney and to the hotel. If only they had a million dollars, maybe they could... well, no, a million dollars might not get them that far. The Disneyland Hotel was expensive. But in heaven... maybe in heaven they could just have sex all day. For now, though, they just had to settle for a mini holiday.
She decided on the stairs instead of the elevator, leading the way quickly up to their floor, then their room, and she used her key card to let them in.
Peter followed her into the hotel room, grinning from ear to ear, “Trust me, you’ll be wanting to nap when we’re finished, or better yet, when I’m finished with you. Still, I’ll make sure you wake up with plenty of time to get to the show tonight. And perhaps lunch, and dinner of course.” He grinned and watched her letting them in.
Once inside, he was happy enough to feel the refreshing air conditioning of the building and let it soak over him. He then grinned as he reached out to take her hand, bringing her up against him before kissing her very softly. Brushing his hand back through her hair, before then raising a brow, “So, shall we have some lunch? I could make us a sandwich, maybe get some room service. Or we could watch some TV.”
He was teasing her of course, grinning the whole time he said it.
"We can order lunch. And dinner, if we want to." Pansy said, slipping through the doorway and shedding her purse as soon as they were inside. She returned his kiss very gently, eyes falling closed at the feel of his hand in her hair.
"TV?" She asked, eyes opening in mock shock and... anger? Playful, though. "You're going to make me sit through some television show when you know what I want to be doing?" She stepped out of his arms and gave a tug on his hands, moving backward toward the bedroom part of the suite.
He grinned as he followed her back towards the bedroom. He laughed as they moved with his hands in hers. He stepped through into the bedroom and raised a brow, giving a mock confusion, “There’s something you want? What is it? A back rub? Maybe just a nap? What, oh what could be done for you?” He chuckled as he moved with her towards that bed, and then suddenly he let her hands go, moving down to grab her thighs, squeezing her into him before lifting her into the air and dropping her into the bed playfully.
He then fell towards the bed, landing atop her with hands catching him to keep himself from crushing her and then grinned as he kissed her quickly, deeply, before pulling his lips back. Grinning into her eyes as he turned up a brow, “You’re such a tough book to read, I can’t ever tell what it is you want.”
"Well, now that you mention it, a back rub and a nap sounds about right." Pansy said, giving him a playful smirk. Then she was lifted up and flopped down onto the bed, laughing as she went. And Peter climbed on top of her, which was also very, very nice.
Her arms lifted lazily to wrap up and around his shoulders. When one of her shoulders moved a little, she gave the tiniest of winces. She looked up into his eyes. Her own were twinkling, the smile never leaving her features. "Do I need to make it more plain? More obvious?"
He grinned and kissed her softly, before shrugging, “You could tell me, but I think instead I’ll just play the guessing game. I’ll make sure the back rub and nap come, though.” He smiled and then began to kiss down along her neck, taking her scent in as he felt her skin under him. Oh she tasted so sweet, so wonderful. He brushed her shirt up just a bit, nothing too revealing; just enough to toy with her firm, soft stomach. He continued to apply his soft kisses down along her neck, and then to her collarbone, where he nuzzled his lips and sucked lightly on her skin.
As he worked at her skin, his hand began to undo the top of her pants, before pushing them open and slipping his fingers down between her thighs. He slid them beneath her panties, and felt her sex wet against his fingers, smirking as he worked them up and down, toying before pinching lightly, and rubbing at her clit. Peter was going to make this all about her; he wasn’t lying when he said he was looking forward to returning the favor.
He drew his fingers out of her panties then, to grab the hem of her shirt and slowly begin to pull it up, and off; going gingerly in the case of her shoulder.
"I think you're going to be good at this guessing game." Pansy said, grinning, letting her eyes fall closed as he kissed her neck. She was probably a little sweaty from their adventure this morning, but her perfume was still rather sweet. Flowery. Her hands tangled in his hair as he kissed her skin, tugging her shirt up a little, exposing her tummy to the cool, air-conditioned hotel room air.
She bit down on her lip, enjoying the sensations he sent through her. A little gasp escaped her at the feel of his fingers against her, rubbing her in all the right places. Then she lifted her arms carefully to let him pull her shirt off, starting to feel hot and bothered again, and eagerly anticipating more. She looped her thumbs into the hips of her pants and lifted her backside to tug them down. Then she kicked them off and they fell to the floor.
“I can’t wait for that nap,” she whispered, teasingly. “I sure hope you’re gonna wear me out, because right now I’m not all that tired.”
He grinned as he continued to run his fingers down over her stomach, kissing at her chest and breasts, licking and biting at her skin as he moved down along her now bared stomach, feeling its soft swells and pulls as she breathed, looking up at her as her pants came off. He pulled her panties with those pants, and removed them in the same motion, as he continued down along in soft, gentle kisses. Breath was warm as he circled around her belly button, and then to her waist line.
As he did this, his hands fell with him and began to lightly massage at her inner thighs, squeezing and kneading with each tender moment. His kisses were placed longingly, before letting a warm breath brush over her center, but then he didn’t place his lips there; instead, he moved over to lightly bite, then kiss her thigh. Pushing her legs apart as he did, breathing her scent in, before he finally moved forward. His finger caressed at her folds, brushing his finger up and down between them, lightly teasing her entrance but not daring to part it quite yet.
Then he pushed his middle finger inside, all the way in, pulling back, and then in again before sliding in a second finger. As the second finger slipped inside, his lips moved to wrap about her clit, and he began to suckle as his cheeks hollowed with each motion, his fingers pushing deeper inside and then beginning to pick up a little bit of a pace.
Pansy could feel herself growing more and more aroused the longer his lips and fingertips were on her skin. Even as he avoided the place she wanted him to touch the most, it only made her wetter, made her want it more. She squirmed a little under his teeth, his lips, his hands, until he finally gave her what she'd been dying for and slipped his fingers inside. A moan escaped her when his mouth found her clit, and her whole body bucked ever so gently under hist attentions.
Her toes were already curling against the bed, but she wanted to lay back and enjoy this. Enjoy his mouth on her, the way he made her feel, how her breath was coming in gasps already, and her body reacting to every second he loved her. Because even if she didn't know it yet, that's what this was. Love made flesh. The power of it was different--more--than anything she'd ever experienced before. And it was absolutely addicting.
He continued to slide his fingers in and out of her, pushing with a quickened pace, before pulling back and slipping them out, only to have his tongue shrewdly caress down between those folds, and licking back up, before moving in long full circles around that center, never actually touching it. He began to push his fingers back into her, and began to move them quicker and quicker, while his tongue explored and tasted, up until he moved to wrap his lips against her, suckling; before slipping his tongue deep into her as well, having to remove one finger to make room. Groaning at her taste and feeling he continued to roll his tongue along the roof of her, while his fingers continued to rub and massage, pinching and playing; sliding his tongue out to flick his tongue against her while his fingers suddenly replaced his tongue once more, pushing in and out of her quickly now. Loving the sounds of her addicting moans as he looked up at her, to watch her body react to his attentions.
Soon enough he had her squirming and writhing on the bed, not enough to make him stop, but he could absolutely feel her body moving under his, her pleasure growing with each passing minute. She was moaning now, her hands tangling in the bedclothes, and in his hair. “Oh, Jesus, Pete,” she breathed, her toes curling. “Ineverknewyouweresogoodatthis,” her voice came out in a jumble, the words stringing together in her pleasure. “Howdidyougetsogoodatthis?” Another gasp, and she could tell her pleasure wasn’t far away. Her eyes closed and she focused on it, willing it to come for her, willing her body to bring on that release.
He felt the intensity rise in her moans, the strength of her shifting hips, and he knew he was getting her closer. He grinned and continued to caress her with his tongue. He twisted his hand around, so that it was palm up, and took his two fingers and began to slam them into her over and over again, as fast as he could go in this position; while his tongue licked up her folds, then wrapped over her clit as he began to suck hard. He loved the way she moved, the way she sounded; all of it, especially the way her entire body reacted to the pleasure he was giving her.
So his fingers moved faster and faster, as his lips and tongue worked hard against her clit; his entire focus now was to get his beautiful girlfriend off, and he was loving every moment of the ride. Groaning to add a bit of a hum too his lips as he worked at her, doing his best to not lose rhythm or pace in any of his movements or motions.
It was to Pansy's benefit that he was so focused. She came. Boy did she. Her whole body went tight, rigid with white-hot pleasure. The explosion started deep within her and made her inhale sharply, then moan loudly, every curse word she'd ever heard came spilling out of her in the moan. When all of her breath was gone from her lungs her legs were twitching, almost spasming with the power of the pleasure.
She should have known in that moment that she and Peter were connected more than just two people who liked sex, who liked each other. She should have had it figured out that she was in love with him. Perhaps there was a part of her that did, actually. But the rest of her was too wrapped up in everything else to let those feelings through.
Her hand lowered to tangle in his hair as the pleasure coursed through her, the moan giving way to a series of "oh,God"s that seemed to well up inside her from deep in her core.
It was when Pansy came that Peter’s mouth vibrated the most; groaning deeply at the taste of her, as he seemed to draw his lips away from that pleasured clit, and instead ran his tongue over her folds as she came. Groaning still as he buried his tongue inside of her, with his fingers, and continued to move them all within her; riding her out through that pleasurable explosion. He didn’t seem to be stopping either; instead, it seemed as if Peter were intent on keeping on going. He had said he intended to return the favor, and it seemed he was intending to keep up that promise.
He reached his free hand up above his head, as he licked and sucked at her center, and that hand began to rub and pinch at her clit. One hand filling her, with his tongue lavishing itself in her taste, and his other fingers playing with her clit; he seemed almost remarkably eager to push this girl over the edge more than once; likely, to keep pushing her until she couldn’t take it anymore.
Pansy’s free hand lifted up above her head to grab at the headboard. Groping, blindly, as pleasure rocked her body, making her shudder and quake beneath him. She didn’t have anything to hold onto, didn’t have a rock to keep herself stable. Just when she felt the first climax ebb, she could feel a second approaching behind it. Her body was moving of its own accord now, drawing more out of him, pushing down against his face and fingers.
“Don’tstop,don’tstop,” she moaned, gasping for air. “I’mgonnacomeagain,” she added giving a nod.
He buried his tongue into her, going as deep as he could, letting his tongue spread and lick and caress every angle inside of her. While his fingers continued to go to work on her, he pinched and twisted that clit; and began to rub at it harder and faster as he felt her walls tightening, knowing full well she was about to come again. Her words only confirming that seconds later.
He by no means relented, and in fact he began to lick and finger her even more fervently, with a heated desire and passion that suggested he was enjoying this as much as she was. His body was eager, but he was more eager to bring her to that climax, and so he just focused on that center as he used every available asset on her. Tasting her and feeling her body reacting to each powerful lick and touch and embrace.
It only took a couple more moments of his attentions to send Pansy over the edge once more. She let out a string of "oh,God,oh,God'"s that started in a moan and came out gutteral as a second climax washed through her. Pleasure unlike anything she'd experienced before took her for a ride. It was a fantastic ride. Full of love and sex and pleasure and Pansy's brain turned off for a moment there as she came.
She reached both hands down to take hold of the sides of his face, gasping a little. "Give me... a minute...." She breathed, gasping hard. "Peter," she said his name with such love in her voice, such kindness, such absolute devotion to him. She could go again, but she needed a moment to recover.
He ran his tongue over her and along her center as she came, his breathing stopped a moment as he felt so much pressure and pleasure sink through the both of them. He groaned out lovingly, before feeling her hands at his face and grinning as he was pulled away from her. He leaned up on his hands and knees, moving to lean over her as he grinned down at her, staring into her eyes, “Yea? A minute huh? Alright, I think I’ll give you a minute or so.” He leaned in to kiss her, but then thought better of it considering what he’d been doing.
So instead he leaned in to kiss at her neck softly, massaging at her thighs and hips before laying down next to her to pull her up against him. Running his hand up along her flat stomach. He then looked up into her eyes, “I hope that was a favor well returned.”
Pansy was still gasping for air, her lower half twisting a little back and forth as she enjoyed the post-climax glow. It was absolutely amazing. Peter could do some really wonderful things with his fingers, with his lips and tongue. She stretched her arms and her legs, feeling pleasure and pressure release even still. A little chuckle escaped her. "My God, man. You are allowed to do that to me any day of the week."
He grinned and kissed her lips softly, gently as he let her rest in that afterglow of hers. He brought his hand up to brush at her cheek as he watched her eyes, staring at her, then ran that hand back down over her stomach. Then back up again before kissing her once more, letting his tongue escape into her mouth as he kissed her, longingly but languidly; it was a lazy, deep kiss that was filled with the afterglow of her pleasure. He then pulled his lips away, resting his forehead against hers, “I’m glad you approve. And I might have to do that to you every day of the week that I can. It’s a bit of a … fetish of mine, if I can be bold enough to say that.”
He winked then kissed her lower lip softly, then her chin, then just leaned back with her.
"You are definitely, definitely allowed, Mister Parker." Pansy said, giving him a grin. She was finally caught up with her breath, but her heart was still slowing down. Her arms wrapped around him and she held him close. "A fetish? Really? I thought it was like that for all men. Doesn't every man want to get his face down there?" She asked, giving a little chuckle. "I don't think that makes you any different from anyone else."
“Most men I’ve ever talked to it about; which granted isn’t nearly that many, but most I know only do it to get something more out of it, reciprocation usually. Generally speaking, they don’t like it, and would rather not have to do it, but do it to get what they want...” He shrugged and laughed, before leaning in to kiss her, “Don’t worry though, I’m not one of those.”
"No no," Pansy grinned, looking into his eyes for a moment. "I can tell you're not one of those." She said, then leaned in to kiss him once more. "God, you're amazing. Absolutely amazing." She was still catching up with her breath as she turned to press her entire body against his. "You mean, there are men who don't enjoy going down on their women? Really? That's... weird." She'd never met one.
“Plenty of men who will, plenty of men who want to get their women wet and excited, but not a lot who actually enjoy the taste of it,” he then kissed her again as he pushed his body back against hers, brushing his fingers along her cheek and jawline. Then down over her neck a bit, and then kissed her once more, “Is it that weird? I always thought I was out of the norm, but maybe I’m not. Go me. You might know better than I, I don’t have a ton of male friends that I talk to about this sort of thing, and most of my friends are nerds. So who knows.”
“We’ll need to find you some more male friends.” Pansy said, grinning, as she cuddled even closer up against him. She gave a gentle sigh, trailing her hand up and down his arm, feeling the skin under her fingertips. “Because whatever trick it is you have, whatever that thing is that you do, it really needs to be shared. More women out there need to experience that.”
He grinned and shrugged, “I could charge to teach; however, I think teaching might get awkward, I could write a book hmm? Get us some money to go with all of my apparent talents; then we can joint write a sex book, because you do some spectacular stuff as well, and I can only imagine the money we’d begin raking in.” He shook his head, “It’d be fascinating.”
“I think we should do just that.” Pansy said with a laugh. “Now let me sleep so you can ravage me again later.” She kissed him once, gently, then settled down against the pillows to nap beside the best boyfriend in the whole world.