This is my entry for three challenges:
- The First Kiss Challenge - had to write a story about a first kiss with Percy/Penelope.
- The One Word Challenge - there has to be only a one spoken word in the story - "Fantastic".
- Where in the World Challenge - the story had to take place in Tower of London, England.
Hope you like it, and please R & R :)
Penelope Clearwater had always known she was a true princess. Even when she had to sleep on a lumpy mattress in a tiny rural shack with five wild brothers, she fantasized of silky gown and golden tiaras. While she was dining on a bowl of insipid cabbage soup and crusty bread, she would act as if she attended a royal feast. And even in times when she had change her baby brother's dirty diapers, Penelope used to picture the day on which her prince would come on a plain white horse to her rescue.
Now, standing on the wide boardwalk, located on the outer wall of the ancient Tower of London, Penelope knows her dream has come true. She leans on the stony rail and glances at the city in which marvelous princesses has lived happily ever after since the dawn of time and courageous knights has left their guarded forts to battle the forces of evil. The cool English breeze flaps her light hair, as her noble lover wraps his arm against her shoulders. She raises her sapphire eyes to look at the freckled face of the man she loves.
The gap between their faces contract as their lips meet each other perfectly. Even though Penelope has already surrendered her maidenhood to him a long time ago, every time she kisses Percy Weasley feels like the first. Her lips open invitingly and she can almost hear the fireworks burst between them as their tongues touch each other longingly. All these years of patient waiting are long forgotten once his fingers run through her smooth hair gently, sending electric shivers down her spine.
If it wasn't for the need to breathe, I would make every kiss last forever, Penelope thinks as their mouths part reluctantly. "Fantastic," she whispers one word that describes everything. The kiss they have just shared, the beautiful old castle they have come to visit, the secret vacation they have been dreaming on sharing together for four years. Everything.
Her whole body tingles when Percy uses his palms to cup her gentle face, gazing into her eyes with sincere affection, ready to dive in to another vortex of overwhelming passion, when...
Bring-ring. Bring-ring. A loud ring tone startles them out of their intoxinating euphoria. Percy tucks his hand in his pocket and pulls out a vibrating Muggle cellphone, its tiny monitor flickers nervously. He takes a look at the noisy gadget, frowns unwillingly, and shows the phone to Penelope with a sorrowful look.
Audrey is calling... She reads the small letters, and then just nods him slightly with approval, turning her head to glance at the sun setting beyond the horizon, while he steps aside to answer his wife. He is never going to leave her, you know, a faint voice inside her head teases, but she shoves it out immediately. I am a princess, Penelope reminds herself stubbornly and her eyes view the beauty of London city beyond the shimmering water of the Thames river in front of her. And princesses always receive their happy ending.