Special Delivery For: gelsey Title: Taking Charge Author/Artist:hotarus_sister Recipient's LJ name:gelsey Rating: NC-17 Pairing(s): Percy/Pansy Word Count: 1,527
Summary: "I said bend over. Or are you disobeying a direct order of the Head Boy?"
Percy stood, looking down haughtily with an air of triumph. From her kneeling position on the floor, Pansy Parkinson attempted to maintain some sense of dignity and decorum.
"Care to tell me why you're here?" he asked with a smirk. He knew there was little chance that she’d give in and actually answer him, but he posed the question just the same. He always did enjoy making offenders confess to their crimes. Pansy swallowed, her chest heaving slightly, making her green and silver tie rise and fall with her breasts.
"No," she answered with a slight tremble in her voice.
"Well, we have a problem then."
This time it was Pansy who smirked. "Do we?" she questioned coyly, drawing her lower lip in with her teeth. "There must be something I can do."
"All you have to do is answer the question."
"And if I don't?"
"Then you'll... I'll call for the Headmaster?"
Pansy laughed and shook her head, reaching for Percy's hand as his face reddened. "And what, exactly, is sexy about bringing in old McGonagall, dear?"
He rubbed the back of his neck. "I don't know. It was supposed to sound intimidating. I'm... I've never done this before, so I don't exactly know what I'm doing."
Pansy rose to give his shoulders a squeeze, letting her hands trail over his chest and the school robes she'd found while they were moving. "You look exceptionally sexy in your prefect badge," she purred, watching him blush further. "What about me? Uniform still fit?"
His eyes raked over her body slowly as he licked his lips, then he shook his head with a frown. "This uniform is definitely against dress code."
Pansy blinked for a moment before smiling. "Is that so? How?"
"Much too tight," he answered matter-of-factly, hooking one finger through the gap created by the buttons of her blouse as it stretched over her chest. "You see right here?" He palmed her breast, massaging it firmly while shaking his head in disapproval.
Pansy pushed her chest forward with a moan. "Is that all?"
"No. That would deserve only the slightest punishment." Percy pinched her nipple and she cried out, squirming against him. "This skirt however..." His hand grazed over the curve of her arse, his fingertips curling under the edge of the material to stroke her thighs, "is much too short."
"I think it's fine," she managed to gasp out.
"Oh, really? Bend over."
"What?" She gave him a look of shock and indignation.
"I said bend over. Or are you disobeying a direct order of the Head Boy?"
"No." She began to bend and he stopped her.
"Not that way. Facing away from me."
She complied, bending over in front of him, her knickers exposed to the cool air as her skirt hitched higher. She heard Percy gasp before she felt strong fingers rubbing at her mound.
"See? Far too short. I can see everything. And what’s this?” He rubbed even harder, working the silky fabric along her slit. “You’re all wet. If I didn’t know any better, I would say you were enjoying this.”
Pansy snorted. “What makes you think I would enjoy having some Gryffindor prat’s hand up my skirt?”
Percy withdrew his hand, and for a moment she thought she might have truly offended him, until she felt his palm graze her upper back as his fingers curled to grip her shoulder while he came around to stand in front of her. At the gentle pressure he applied, she lowered herself back to her knees, gazing up at him.
“I think you enjoy it far more than you let on.” He licked his lips, drawing still damp fingers along her jaw, and she whimpered. “In fact, that’s why you’re in here now, isn’t it?”
She nodded desperately, her body aching for his touch. “I’m a very, very naughty girl. I see that red and gold and I just can’t control myself.” She reached for his tie, yanking him down to her level and pulling him in for a bruising kiss. It took him a moment before he responded in kind, his tongue plunging forward to rove the insides of her mouth.
Pansy moaned as Percy’s hands, which had fallen limply to his sides when she’d pulled him down to her, slid up along her thighs, shoving the fabric of her skirt to her waist before traveling up farther to brace against her ribcage. His thumbs slid to tease her hardening nipples while his teeth pulled at her lower lip.
“So, what’s my punishment then?” she gasped as he released her, both of them panting heavily.
“Not sure,” he murmured, his hands trailing along her thighs. “You’ll have to convince me to go lightly on you.”
“I’m sure I can handle that.” Pansy leant forward on her hands and knees, pushing Percy until he fell back so that she could settle between his legs. “Am I on the right track?”
He began to respond, then whimpered as her small hand reached into his robe to stroke his through his trousers. She moved her hand firmly from base to head several times while her free hand worked the button and zip of his clothing to expose him.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” she teased, pulling down his pants and watching greedily as his cock sprang free. Before he could say anything, she tilted her head to lick its already moist tip.
“Oh fuck, Pansy.”
Percy rarely cursed and over the years she’d found that when he did, it was an extreme turn on. The idea of her perfect, organized and well-mannered man losing control to that point was simply irresistible. She looked up with a wicked smile. “Was that a request?”
“No,” he gasped as she took him into her mouth fully, feeling him press against the back of her throat. After several moans and pants he finished. “It was an order.”
Hearing him take such an aggressive position had her so wet she could feel it at the apex of her thighs. She allowed one of her hands to slide up to cup her own breast. Her muscles clenched as she pinched the hardened nipple between her fingers while continuing to tease her husband with her tongue and teeth. Panting as he fought to control himself, Percy brought his hand up to replace her own, freeing her to concentrate her attention lower.
Her clit was throbbing and she’d underestimated just how wet she had become. Her fingers slid in easily, surrounded by moist heat and she thrust them in and out. She lost the rhythm she had established with her oral ministrations, but Percy merely eased her back so that he could watch her as she attended to her own needs.
It didn’t take much to send her over the edge, her lower body shaking with mild tremors, anticipating what was to come. Percy was still lying back on the floor, and that was fine for her. She didn’t have the patience to move to their bed. She didn’t bother to remove her knickers as she straddled him, merely holding the scrap of silk aside to grant him entrance.
He entered her slowly, as was his habit, drawing out the initial sensation of penetration as long as possible before withdrawing and slamming back in more forcefully. Pansy cried out, her palms pressed to the floor on either side of his head to brace herself. He eased out again and this time she matched his thrust, both of them crying out at the pleasures being wrought by each other's bodies. Percy muttered something about house points between gasps, before giving up on any sort of pretense and gripping her hips as he drove up into her.
Pansy could feel the muscles of her body tensing and she twisted her hips, urging her husband on. He whimpered, gazing up at her with the sort of reverence she’d never imagined could be directed at her.
“Mmm, Pansy.” One hand left her side and came up to grip her tie, pulling down until their lips met in a passionate kiss. The feel of his tongue sliding against hers, and the hum she could barely make out emanating from the back of his throat, consumed Pansy and she felt herself slipping. She was faintly aware of Percy’s gasp and his change of pace as her core reached a seemingly impossible level of tension, and she reached the crest he had been pushing her towards. This climax was far more intense than what she had managed on her own. Her entire body went limp and she fell against Percy as he gave one last weakened thrust and eased out of her, his forehead glistening and a small smile on his lips.
“That was…” He paused, taking several breaths and finally laughing lightly. “My brothers used to make fun of me for not taking advantage of my position as Head Boy. I suppose, after that, I can see why.”
Pansy grinned and pushed herself up enough to kiss his chin. “Well, I’m certainly glad you didn’t but, just the same, these clothes are definitely not going back into storage.”