A Flair For Kink
Willful Destruction
7/28/12
Summary: Draco wants to add some flair to their relationship, but Ginny isn't having it. (Rated T for mature themes, though not particularly graphic in any way.)
A/N: This was a stroke of inspiration from an old prompt/challenge on the DG Forum. "I'm not wearing that." Written mostly as a warm up for a much longer project I'm going to be working on. Enjoy.
"Put on the costume, Ginny."
"No, Draco."
"I said put on the costume."
"I said no."
"I say yes."
"But I said no, and we both know that I wear the pants in this relationship."
"Put it on. You promised."
"No, no I did not."
"Yes, you did."
"Oh, c'mon – stop with this! I'm not wearing that. You said you had a new idea for us, not that it would require me to . . . to . . . "
"This is the idea! I need this, Ginny!"
"This is not any idea! Not in this situation!"
Draco threw up his hands in exasperation, then crossed his arms over his chest. "Ginny, you will appeal to the audience and – Oh, bloody hell." He stopped himself short, his face flushing a bright red. He went to turn away and -
"Wait, wait, wait." Ginny jumped off the bed and grabbed Draco's arm before he could turn from her. He cringed as her scathing tone tore into him. "What the hell? Audience? I thought this was just going to be us. You said no one would really see my face anyway."
"Well . . . There have been some unexpected changes . . . Modifications, you might say . . . "
"Unexpected changes? More? Oh, no, no, no. Not happening. No costume and no audiences. Not happening. Merlin's pants, Draco – I am not wearing that!"
"But -"
"No."
"Can't you -"
"No! I said no, I said no, no, no!"
"I'm really into this type of -"
"Oh, well, this is the perfect time to break out all the weird stuff in our relationship!"
"Ginny -"
"No! I've done all of the roleplay you've ask me to so far but the chicken costume is where I draw the line. Now put your pants back on. I'm going to take a shower."