Title: His #1 Fan

Summary: One day she'll cheer for his team.

Challenge: TycheSong Daily Drabble Challenge: June 29, 2015: flambe

Characters: Ron W, Pansy P.

She moved over him, her shapely legs astride his bucking hips. His team scarf adorned her graceful neck, as the ends fell gently between the valley of her glistening bobbing breasts. Her mouth went dry as she came down and hit her sweet spot with masterful precision. His strong hands gripped her hips, his fingers bruising the alabaster skin of her arse. His fingers artfully kneading and spreading her heated flesh as he pulled her deeper onto his rigid cock. She could feel herself falling again, her muscles contracting and tensing, taking him along for the fall. She pulled at her breast, her long, delicate fingers plucking her puckered nipple. His eyes widened at her display, his face contorting in pleasure. She ran her other hand over the planes of his hard chest, his skin heated, a flambé of passion and sweat.

She rode him harder, leaning down, her dark hair dancing over his face as she snarled, "Come for me Weasley, or is that all you have?"

She held on as he flipped her over and rode her like a prized Nimbus until they both came…..screaming obscenities.

The delicious weight of his body rested across her legs and back as his mouth peppered her skin with open mouth kisses. She stretched beneath him like a contented cat, his large hands cupping her breasts and she sighed happily.

He tugged on the scarf; his team colors looked glorious against her naked skin.

"So will you finally admit you're a fan?" he asked. She turned around beneath him, his body falling easily between the welcoming cradle of her open legs. She ran her fingers through his thick red hair, one hand gently cupping his freckled face.

"I think I need more convincing, Weasley," she said, a smile playing at the corner of her mouth as she felt him harden against her. She wrapped her legs around his hips, her hands on his arse.

"Awwwh Pansy, you know what that does to me," he growled into her neck, the head of his cock spreading her once again.

He'd make her a fan one day.