Written for the livejournal community, hp_humpdrabble, humpathon, which just ended on Oct. 31st (but you can still fill the neglected prompts for another week and still have your fill added to the master list!). The prompt was to base the fic off the song "Any Man of Mine" by Shania Twain, specifically the lyrics (Any man of mine better disagree / When I say another woman's looking better than me / And when I cook him dinner and I burn it black / He better say, "Mmm, I like it like that.") Go listen to the song on Youtube! It's really catchy. This is my first Ron/Pansy story but I've been in love with the pairing for at least a year or two so this was definitely fun to write.
Warnings: public grinding
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters you recognize nor am I making profit off of this. Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling and I'm just a poor college student.
He could tell she was insecure about everything, even if she kept a hard expression with the adorably critical sneer of hers. He loved her strength and how she worked her damnedest to never let anyone bring her down. She didn't settle and she pushed limits and boundaries, not to mention she pushed him to be her "king" and it made him feel pretty damn horny and satisfied being the sub/bottom/et cetera in their relationship.
This was why he never hesitated to switch positions, even for a moment, just so in the end it turned out bloody amazing for them both.
Pansy's hazel eyes studied the other women passing them by on the dance floor, when they should've been focused on her awestruck and speechless boyfriend. When Ron noticed her pearly white sneer out of the corner of his teal blue orbs, his hand rubbed her spine up and down soothingly.
But that didn't do anything to better her mood. "Remember when I tried on that dress last month?" she asked him softly, her voice still husky as always. "Thank Merlin I didn't buy it; I never would have filled it out like that little hussy."
His eyebrow rose and his hand moved from her spine to her bum, cupping possessively. Pansy let out a soft moan of both pleasure and distress as she continued studying the other guests at Harry and Luna's wedding.
"I'll never look like a wood nymph when eating sweets," she whispered. "I'll continue to look as awkward as you do when you stuff your face with our dinner. Not to mention my home-cooked dinners for you will never live up to your mother's or the caterer of this wed-"
Ron promptly dipped her back, letting her dark bob sway and frame her face. She let out a gasp at the abruptness, but also at the feel of her boyfriend's raging hard-on being rubbed against her now-exposed milky thigh. Seeing the intensity of his ocean gaze and the playful grin on his freckled face, Pansy became breathless, wondering how she captured such a damn charming bloke.
Sensually lifting her upright and pressing their chests flush together, Ron's lips touched her earlobe, his tongue snaking out as he spoke. "Pans, you know you're the only wood nymph who can make me feel this way any given time of any and every day. And if you want more of this-" he rolled their hips together like tango dancers "-then just dance and enjoy the night with me before we go home." He kissed the back of her neck then she nodded wordlessly, her red lips parting and glistening so sensually Ron couldn't resist the urge to twirl her, making both of them laugh and grin at each other.
Yes, little moments like this made their nights and mornings together worth it.
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