Extra Special Delivery for da_angel729 Title: When Opportunity Presents Itself Author: Recipient's LJ name:da_angel729 Pairing(s): Katie/Percy Rating: NC-17 Summary Percy was another Weasley entirely. Word Count: 2947 Warnings/Content: Lift sex Disclaimer: JKR owns all. Author's/Artist's notes: Thanks to the mods for running a fantastic fest. da_angel729, it is sincerely hoped that you enjoy this!
She could always spot him -- across a row of desks, down a crowded hallway, exiting the lift -- no matter how busy the Ministry was on any given day. His brilliant, ginger hair and his proud posture always gave him away. Percy Weasley: Minister's aide and unwitting object of Katie's infatuation. Katie had noticed him on her first day of her employment at the Ministry, and she had looked for him every day since.
Once upon a time, Katie had been attracted to Percy's older brother, Charlie. After all, he was rugged, handsome, easy-going, and an ace Quidditch captain. Regrettably, those traits made him the target of about a hundred crushes at any given time, as Charlie seemed well aware. It didn't take Katie long to find out how arrogant Charlie was and how many midnight trysts behind the greenhouses he'd attended in his years at Hogwarts.
But Percy... Percy was another Weasley entirely. He had the same flaming hair and glorious freckles, but that was where the similarity ended. Where Charlie was light and free spirited, Percy was serious and ambitious. Where Charlie was coarse, Percy was refined. Percy was simply more: more lean, more intelligent, more decorous, and certainly more available. Unfortunately, he also seemed to be unaffected by Katie's charms or else completely oblivious to them.
Katie had no idea if it was a blessing or a curse that she'd landed a job in the Department of Magical Games and Sports. On one hand she could be grateful that Percy seemed utterly uninterested in her Department due to the fact that it regulated anything so puerile as sport and therefore generally stayed away from it. That way at least she couldn't make a fool of herself by tackling him to the ground -- merely in an effort to showcase the physicality of Muggle games like rugby, of course. On the other hand, she was disappointed that she couldn't look her fill at the delicious eye-candy that Percy had become in the years since Hogwarts.
Today, though, he was unable to continue his avoidance tactics, what with the meeting convening in the Director's office to discuss streamlining the rules for all Magical Sports across the board. Not allowed the luxury of time to sit around mooning over him and watching the clock until it was time for the meeting, she didn't notice the silence in the Department until a shadow fell across her desk. Feeling a shift in the air, she looked up. And promptly wet her knickers.
There was Percy, in all his tall, stiff, immaculate glory, standing over Katie's desk and brandishing a file folder. For a moment Katie had to fight not to swallow her tongue, but she quickly recovered and drew herself up straight, giving Percy the best possible view of her figure. "Hello, Percy," she said in greeting. "Can I do something for you?" She didn't bother attempting to keep the suggestive purr out of her words.
Percy, though, didn't seem to notice. Shoving the folder in Katie's direction, he said, "This memo needs to be copied and distributed to your department."
Now Katie was even more taken aback. She didn't know what made Percy think such things were at all in her job description. Nonetheless, she was determined to find a way to use the situation to her advantage. Taking the file from Percy, she said, "Oh, I'd love to, but the Magical Multiplier on this floor has been infested with ink mites and is out for debugging." She flashed her most winning smile and added, "I don't suppose you'd be willing to show me where the one on your floor is?"
A frown pulled Percy's lips tighter, but his tone was all politeness as he said, "Certainly, I'd be happy to."
"Excellent!" Katie rose from her desk chair, fighting back a triumphant smirk. "Lead the way, mon capitan."
Katie followed Percy to the lift -- taking full advantage of the opportunity to examine his tight arse close up -- and then followed him inside. As fortune would have it, they were alone when the doors slid shut, closing them inside. "By the way," Katie said, "I suppose I should tell you that copying files isn't my job."
"What?" Percy said, his head whipping around so he could stare at Katie, confounded. "I assume you mistook me for a secretary. I was actually hired for the position of Broomstick Design and Safety Manager for the European Quidditch League. I realize I'm young, Percy, but you're not much older than me and you're an assistant to the Minister. So this is really not a faux pas you should be making."
That was when Katie discovered that a bright red blush on the face of a heavily freckled man was rather adorable. "Oh, I'm so sorry!" Percy stammered. "I was in a rush and I just didn't think! You're right, of course; I absolutely sh..." He trailed off, seeming to realize that something wasn't quite right about the situation. "Wait, if it's not your job, then why did you ask me to show you the Multiplier on my floor?"
"Because," Katie explained, "It put me in the perfect position to do this." Before Percy could say another word, Katie reached over and hit the button to stop the lift's motion. The dial above the doors paused in the position between levels three and four.
"What are you doing?"
"Getting your attention. Do I finally have it?"
"I suppose you do, since there's no one else in the lift," Percy said peevishly. "What do you want, Miss Bell? If you're trying to get the Minister's approval on some new regulation, there are proper channels--"
"I'm not interested in the Minister. I'm interested in you." Katie advanced on Percy as she spoke. He retreated until his back hit the wall of the lift, and Katie continued moving in so that her body was inches from Percy's. Katie reached up, sliding the tip of one finger over the earpiece of Percy's glasses. She didn't stop there but kept going, transferring her touch from body-warmed wire frames to the shell of his ear, delighting in the goosebumps her light caress brought to the surface of his pale skin.
"Miss Bell--"
"Oh, come on, Percy. Don't be like that," Katie said, threading her fingers through the short hairs on the back of his head and tugging. When his face was a breath from hers, she whispered, "After all, we're old friends." Pushing up onto her toes, she brushed her lips over his once, her eyes wide open to catch his expression. She couldn't hold back a huff of laughter when he instinctively relaxed into her kiss for just an instant before he went ramrod-straight again, pulling away from her.
"Miss Bell," he said, his tone clipped and professional, "this is neither the time nor the place for such public displays, regardless of our school-day affiliations."
"Do you have any idea how sexy you are when you're quoting regulations at me?" Katie asked, smoothing one hand down the front of his robes.
"One of my brothers put you up to this, didn't they? Was it George? I have little time and even less patience for pranks." He tried to step backward, but found himself effectively trapped between Katie and the wall of the lift.
"I have little time and even less interest in your bevy of brothers. You, on the other hand, I could eat with a spoon." Katie couldn't hold back a predatory grin, and then the most evil idea popped into her head, fully formed. Moving quickly, she whipped her loosened tie from around her neck and with a simple charm used it to tie his hands to the rail that ran the length of the lift. "Shall I, Percy?"
"What on earth are you doing? Release me at once! I'll have your job for this, Bell!"
"Do you really want me to? Be honest now, Percy," she said. She stepped forward, pressing her body along the length of his. "If you're going to reject me, don't hide behind the Ministry to do it. Tell me you don't want me and I'll stop this right now. But sweetheart, I know the rule-book as well as you. There is nothing prohibiting me from having you every way I can imagine -- and I have quite the imagination -- in the Ministry guidelines. And as an extra special bonus, you can have me in all the ways I've imagined as well. Doesn't that sound intriguing?" The entire time she was speaking, Katie's hands didn't stop moving, stroking over his chest, squeezing his shoulders, scratching at his lower belly through the layers of his clothing. On her last question, she went for broke and cupped one hand over the thickening bulge at his groin, pressing against it invitingly.
When he was finally able to reply, his voice sounded squeezed from his throat. "You're treading a dangerous line, Bell. If anyone were to witness this--"
"I've stopped the lift. And that doesn't sound like a rejection to me."
"Just because you've stopped it doesn't mean they won't have crews working on it directly. That paltry button you pushed won't hold them off for more than a few minutes at best."
Katie grinned. "I guess we'll just have to be quick then, won't we?"
"We won't be doing anyth-- Gah!" he shouted when she leaned forward and bit his chest through his robes. "You... you can't..."
"Honestly, Percy, as turned on as I am by the sound of your voice, it amazes me that I'm saying this, but... You really do talk far too much. There are better things you could be doing with your mouth right now."
"That would be difficult," he bit out, teeth clenched tightly together. "Considering the position in which you bound me."
Giving his very interested cock a good stroke for that bit of encouragement, Katie said, "I'd let you go, but I have to admit. I rather like the fact that I've got you right where I want you. You can't get away from me now, Percy. No running, no hiding behind meetings and files and paperwork."
"I don't hide from you," he said, his voice dropping through several registers and coming out gravelly with tightly reined lust.
"You hide from everyone." Katie reluctantly slid her hand away from his groin. She needed it to aid in her quest to get into his robes and look her fill at the body that lay beneath.
"I can't believe you're doing this," he whispered as she struggled with a particularly difficult closure.
"'S your fault," she said, biting her tongue in concentration. "So prim and proper all the time. I just can't help myself. I want to be the one to make you lose a bit of your starch. Watch you unravel." She had to stop then and rest her forehead against his newly-bared chest as the simple thought of that, of unleashing him, tore through her and left her shaking with need. "God, Percy, tell me you want this as badly as I do." She could hear his throat working as he swallowed and she stepped back, gripping her hands in the parted fabric of his robes as she looked up.
"Did you... mean what you said earlier?"
Confused, she tilted her head. She'd said a lot earlier, mostly about how much he turned her on.
"You really aren't doing this because one or more of my brothers put you up to it?"
"I haven't spoken to anyone in your family in years. I'm warning you now, though, if I don't get at least one chance with you, I might have to do something drastic."
"More drastic than tying me up in a Ministry lift?" he asked, a small smile playing around the corners of his mouth.
"I wouldn't put kidnapping and having my wicked way with you beyond me at this point."
"Which is different from this exactly how?"
"Well, in that scenario, you'd be locked up in my flat, bound to my bed, and fed aphrodisiacs until I've wrung you dry."
"I find myself oddly intrigued. Wrung dry, you say?" he asked, one hand tipping her chin up. The dark flicker in his eyes held her so spell-bound that she almost overlooked the fact that he was touching her.
Startled, she pulled away from him. "How did you--"
"Honestly, do you think Fred and George never tied me up? The knots you spelled into the cloth were simple at best."
"How long have you been free?" she asked, narrowing her eyes.
"Long enough that you can be sure I'm here because I want to be." He lowered his head slowly, a hint of uncertainty still lingering in his expression, but Katie didn't hesitate. Throwing her arms around his neck, she pulled him down to her and met his parted lips with her own, sliding her tongue into his mouth almost immediately. She moaned at the taste of him, so much better for the spice of prolonged anticipation. When his hands settled lightly on her hips, she growled and pulled back from the kiss long enough to say, "If we're still wearing clothes five seconds from now, I will find a way to make you regret it. Touch me, dammit!"
His groan sent shivers racing along her spine. She felt him fumble around in his robes for a few seconds before every stitch of clothing they'd been wearing was lying in two neat bundles near the doors of the lift. He place a quick, nearly-brutal kiss on her lips before he lifted his head and asked, "How far do you want--"
"I want you to fuck me so hard the lift cables snap and they really have to send a team out to fix it. Is that clear enough for you?"
She felt him release a ragged breath before his hands spanned her waist and lifted her bodily from the floor. He turned them both and braced her bottom against the railing while she took the initiative to wrap her legs around his waist, tightening them and pulling him so close she could feel the head of his cock brushing against her slick folds.
"Katie--"
"Shut up and fuck me, Percy Weasley."
"In a minute," he murmured and lowered his mouth to her breast, licking at her nipple slowly. She gasped, grabbing onto his shoulders for support and nearly falling to the floor when she instinctively rolled her hips against the glancing touch of his cockhead. Pleasure arched from the pit of her stomach through the center of her chest out to throb in her nipples even as she felt his arm wind around her thigh. The light touch of his cock became more focused then, and she could feel his arm flexing as he used the tip of his cock to tease her clit in short, fast motions.
Her head dropped backward against the wall of the lift and she struggled to breathe even as she clawed at his back and tried to use her grip on his waist to bring him closer to her. She was about a heartbeat away from knocking him to the floor and fucking herself silly on him when the lift gave a massive jolt and began moving. Percy fell backward, still holding onto her, and they nearly fell to the floor in a tangle of limbs. Thankfully, Percy was able to brace himself enough to prevent catastrophe, and Katie whimpered as she unhooked her legs and slid to the floor, cursing whoever'd fixed the lift to the seventh circle of hell.
"Turn around and grab the railing," Percy said, his voice almost unrecognizable.
"Wha--"
"Hurry or we'll be there before we can finish!"
Scrambling, Katie spun and placed her hands on the railing, thrusting her arse backward at Percy just as he stepped in behind her. His fingers slid into her wet folds less than a second before he was pushing forward, his cock stretching and filling her to perfection. Her head dropped forward and she keened loudly, squeezing against him as he set up a fast pace, his fingers flicking wickedly against her clit and his cock driving into her over and over. The vibration of the lift added to the overwhelming stimulation of their nearly brutal coupling, and Katie didn't bother holding back. Screaming out his name, she clamped down on him, her orgasm rolling through her in waves. The last echo of her shout still rung in the air when he grabbed her hips in a hold so tight she'd surely be wearing a string of finger-shaped bruises later and slammed his hips against her, his body shaking as his cock pulsed inside her.
They slumped against the wall for two blissful seconds before he whispered shakily in her ear, "Second floor."
"Wand," she groaned.
"Do I have to pull out?" he asked, a hint of a whine creeping into his tone.
She didn't have the energy to laugh. "I'll make it up to you. Just make us decent before we get sacked."
When the lift doors opened, Katie and Percy were as pristine as magic could make them. Nodding curtly at the maintenance wizard, Percy stepped off the lift, his hand at Katie's elbow as if to escort her when in reality he was holding her up until her still-shaky knees could support her. Once they were in the relative privacy of the corridor, Percy leaned down and pressed his lips to her ear.
"I did what I could," he murmured. "But there's no making you decent."