A/N: Woo! Thank you for the reviews, my dears! I greatly appreciate you, and them. Here is a little more fun, with a little more oomph.
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Part 4- Fire
Two days after he sent the owl, Ron received a visit from Percy, his lawyer, who had been accompanied by George, and the three men began to hash out the terms on Ron's end of the bargain; preparing for the meeting with Santo and his legal party.
When that day came, two weeks had passed since Ron had watched Pansy walk away from dinner, and not one of those days had gone by without him thinking of her.
It wasn't as perverse as it had been initially; though those thoughts did haunt him from time to time, it wasn't very often. He would simply get a random memory of her from that night; like how she lit up when he'd said yes to the arrangement, and how she'd been so collected as she had compared them to each other; knocking Ron down a level or two as he had done to her.
Then he would think of the lunch they had shared in Santo and Luka's absence; when she talked about how she loved Santo's food, just like Ron had. Or how she'd reamed him, in an entirely acceptable way, before stomping off and giving him an up close and personal view of her arse…
'Stop thinking, Ron!' He would chide himself internally, 'Stop thinking about her arse! You're going to be her boss!'
It had taken just as much work for Ron to convince himself that he could deal with Pansy's presence, as it was taking him just as much convincing to believe that just a tiny piece of him wasn't saying yes because he wanted to shag her. Which was awful, because that was a dragon shite, chicken bollocks, cock-sucker motive, right there…
It wasn't right, professional, or even moral for him to act on it. Though it was natural to be attracted to someone- he was not only human, but male- he had to admit to himself that it was also natural to be attracted to a woman as well-endowed as Pansy.
But there was more to it than that, though Ron hated to admit it in that moment. She was an excellent chef, a hard worker, a fast learner… She'd committed her time, even outside of the magical world, to master her art; just as Ron had done to learn all he could in order to create his wards. He respected her for it, and that, in its own way, led to a form of attraction to her.
He was attracted to her, but he wasn't the only one. Ron was sure that Luka had been entirely serious about showing the witch where she could put knife seven while she sucked him off... He was completely convinced of that; the Italian man would have been more than happy to do that to her.
A man knew when another man had feelings for a woman, even Santo had made mention of it. It had been a fleeting moment, the one where he noticed it too…
Ron wouldn't forget it; the way their faces were set and the feeling of the magic in the air as they reacted and clashed passionately with one another. He recalled her face as she glared at Luka across the table; her face set in murderous determination as they yelled at one another.
Ron didn't know why he would do that, think about her being with someone else that is… He could understand sexual thoughts, but thinking of the way she held herself and spoke while with the other man was preposterous! It was like he… actually fancied her, instead of just found her attractive!
As if he cared and that the knowledge of Luka's love/hate for Pansy actually made him jealous!
Ron gave a laugh, standing in the shower as he prepared for the meeting. He had plenty of women to choose from, and he was not about to let a little familiarity with the witch make him act like a dunce. Yes, she had an amazing arse- something he knew he liked- despite the supermodel witches that surrounded him- but that didn't mean he was about to do anything about it!
He thought on this as he prepared for the day, incorporating his usual practices; he pissed, ate a massive meal, shite, showered while also brushing his teeth; dressed in "Business Wizard" attire, applied cologne, dawned his large golden watch with its red face, made sure his hair was right, and tried to push the sound of Pansy saying, "Do you often think of being the reason I'm sacked while you're trying to sleep?"
Well… the last part had been new to his ritual, but it had been a part of it none-the-less.
He shook his head- hard- before he stepped into the floo en route to the Ministry, where he met Santo, Luka, and Santo's lawyer. The Italian men were accompanied by George and Percy; his elder brothers serving as his representatives, and Percy specifically as his legal advisor.
"Ronald!" Santo greeted him loudly, jovially, stepping forward to shake Ron's hand. Ron grinned at his future business partner. "Today is the day we become business partners!"
"I hope you are ready to sign a lot of paperwork, Mr. Weasley," Santo's lawyer said, stepping close with his hand held out, "I am Valentino Galloni; Santo and Luka's lawyer." He motioned to the Quercia men, and Ron, though he tried to tell himself it wasn't a big deal, wanted to ask where Pansy was.
He pushed it away, grinning and saying instead,
"It's nice to meet you, Mr. Galloni. I'm Ron Weasley," They shook hands, "This is my brother Percy," Ron motioned to the elder Weasley man present, "- and our brother George. He is the CEO of Weasley Wizard Wheezes."
"It is a pleasure to meet you gentlemen, and please, call me Valentino," the silver-haired wizard said, and then he motioned to the open double doors that held the conference room, "Since we are all present, shall we begin?"
Ron was anxious and he nodded his head, telling himself it was just the nerves from the meeting at hand… not from the fact that he noted the absence of a certain witch, before the Italian lawyer had said that they were "all" present.
The guilt from that awkward dinner began to pool in Ron's stomach, and he forced his nervous grin as he and his brothers followed the Italian men into the conference room. George patted Ron on the back as the six men sat at the table, as Valentino conjured a large stack of papers.
"Are you nervous, Ron?" Percy asked; a pale, red brow lifting as papers were sorted and stacked before Valentino with a wave of his hand.
"What?" Ron asked, looking to Percy, who shook his head at him, saying,
"Focus, Ron. Honestly! This is a very important meeting, and it's very important that you pay attention."
Ron rolled his eyes, and he looked to George, who wore his trademark grin of amusement. The two younger Weasley men shared a look which said, "Percy pantaloons are tight today", before they turned to Valentino. The lawyer had begun divvying out paperwork between, Ron, Santo, Luka and himself.
Once Ron noticed the youngest Italian getting paperwork, he looked to Santo, pointed to Luka and asked,
"Why is he getting paperwork?" He hadn't meant it sound as snide as it did, but Luka glared at Ron for the question; somewhat startling the youngest red-head.
"Luka must sign them so that he can act as Santo's voice and as the Executive Chef," Valentino explained calmly, passing another paper to Luka... which flew from the young Italian man's hand, across the table and into Ron's as he accio'd it without saying a word.
The force of his non-verbal spell concerned Ron a little, but not nearly as much as the news of the now glowering Luka being his chef. He knew it had felt odd that Pansy wasn't there, and now there was a real reason for that strange, empty pit in his stomach.
"What?" Ron needed to buy a dictionary… so he did! "I beg your pardon? I thought… Pansy was my chef!"
"Uh…" Santo stammered, his brows drawing as he looked to the newly annoyed looking Luka, before turning back to Ron and saying lightly, "She backed out. I did not think you would mind…" His choice of words sounded as if he knew something that Ron was sure the man shouldn't know.
'Did she tell him what I said to her?' Ron thought; the guilt of his lashing out at her beginning to weigh on his shoulders as they slumped. She probably had, seeing as she and Santo were close, and that the elder man had somehow, magically (or whatever), changed his mind about "his legacy" staying in Italy to run the original Red House.
"Oh. I doubt he does," George said flatly on Ron's behalf. He knew how Ron had felt about Pansy, because it was the same way George felt about the witch.
"Had" being the operative word in that sentence…
Had felt…
Now, he had some sort of respect for her, knowing how much effort and work and thought and cunning she put into being as amazing as she was…
"What?" Ron sold his bloody dictionary! "What?!" He stood, staring down at Santo as the rage set in, asking, "Is she at Red House?"
"No. I decided not to open for lunch today…" Santo said, looking mildly alarmed.
"Where does she live? What is her address?" Ron asked.
"I don't think I should tell you-"
"Tell me, Santo." Ron said gruffly.
The greying wizard looked startled by Ron's tone, but told him anyway, and the red-head made from the room; but not before he magic did its tornado, and sent Valentino's perfect stacks of parchment about the room.
-()-()-()-()-()-
Ron stepped from the fireplace of Pansy's house in Italy; angry for a reason he still couldn't understand, or, at least admit to himself at the moment.
'She… backed out?!' he thought as his feet hit Pansy's fireplace, and he stepped out, 'After she- said all of those things?!'
In addition to the smell of cooking food, there was loud swing music playing from a record player somewhere in the small house; making Ron momentarily forget what he'd been doing. It was slow, and it sounded sad…
"It had to be you, it had to be you
I wandered around and finally found… that somebody…"
Ron moved, slowly, from his place near the fire; walking from the room, through the hallway, following the smell and the noise coming from what he could justly assume was the kitchen. He could distinguish the smells of eggs, and sausages, and bacon…
"Who could make me be true
Could make me be blue…"
The kitchen was massive, and had a modern design with a black and silver color scheme; the room being far larger than the living room by a long shot. There was ample counter space the was made of what Ron assumed to be black marble, and eight bar stools lined the half-moon island with a sink; the witch standing between the long, flat edge of the island and the eight top range where she cooked.
There was a record player next to a floor to ceiling bookshelf full of records. In another corner, there was a large mixer, a magnetic strip of utensils; a hanging pan and utensil rack above the island sink. The cupboards and drawers were made of stainless steel, and the three meter long refrigerator/freezer was tucked into a nook that had to have been designed around its mass.
"And even be glad just to be sad, thinking of you
Some others I've seen might never be mean…"
In one corner lay an open door that Ron would compare to the biggest walk-in closet he had ever seen; the room serving as a pantry that seemed immaculately organized. There were different sized and shaped containers of labeled ingredients, cookware, and large machines that served a multitude of purposes; a meat grinder and a slicer, a vice, an industrial mixer, a second prep table, as well as what looked to be a wall length refrigerator/ freezer combo.
"Might never be cross, or try to be boss
But they wouldn't do…"
Ron looked back to the witch who only wore a white tank top, and he could only just barely see the top of a pair of white knickers from where she stood on the other side of island. She swayed to the music as she cooked; her black hair falling to the small of her waist. She wasn't using magic, instead using her hands to hold a pan handle and a spatula; moving the food around in the pans.
"For nobody else gave me a thrill
With all your faults, I love you still…"
When she turned to put her food on a plate near the island sink, she froze as she noticed him; her eyes locking on his in her journey. Ron watched, mesmerized, all reasoning and train of thought leaving him as he felt two different points in his abdomen twitch; his stomach, and a little lower than that.
The entire scene caused the red-head to become even redder than he was; the heat of his body reacting to her and to the anger that had already begun to fade. It caused blood to rush throughout his extremities, including his face -and another place- as he looked to the nearly naked woman holding the food; his two greatest weaknesses!
"It had to be you, wonderful you
It had to be you…"
The familiar twist of lust hit Ron very suddenly as she glared at him; her expression only adding to the heat in his core. The electricity came to snuggle with the discomfort in his gut for a few seconds, before it pulsed through his dick… and he decided to gawk at her.
He assumed he'd looked very similar the night he'd met her and Santo for dinner, but her expression had seemed pleased then… This time, it did not amuse her at all!
"You could have owled, Weasley," she snapped. She placed the pan in her hand on a hot pad, and moved around the counter, past Ron, to the record player just behind him in the corner. He turned to watch her; which was awful, because her knickers were thonged, and they gave Ron an eyeful of the arse he had been trying so hard to block out.
It was bare and taunting as she stood with her back to him to pull the needle from the vinyl. She turned around, and crossed her arms under her breasts; pressing the large mounds up and together…
The image would haunt Ron for a while; because now he knew exactly what she had… even the color of her nipples that pointed right at him, set on breasts Ron wanted to press his face into!
Now his perverse brain was off on another tangent, her skin becoming fuel for the lust fire he'd been desperately trying to piss out…
… His hands slipping up her shirt to grab the supple, soft skin of the small of her waist to pull her flush to him… pressing his lips to hers… pushing her to her hands knees, and pulling her knickers to the side; fisting them and using them as leverage to pull her back onto him…
Ron wanted to slap himself, because he eventually realized he was leering at the woman before him, and he had to force himself to remember why he'd actually gone to see her… 'Oh, yeah!'
"Why did you back out?!" He shouted, his rage returning as reality came back to him. For a moment, she said nothing, glaring death before yelling and waving her arms,
"Are you joking? You- think I'm some coward, tosser- arsehole! Why in the fuck would I work for you? Why would I force you to work with me if that is what you think every time you look at me?"
Ron felt his face get hotter as his anger flooded back; his cock trying to rage along with him, all while he watched her breasts sway from her arm's movements. But held that unmistakable urge back for the life of him, before yelling,
"I don't think that every time I look at you!" Ron lied, and then yelled, "I do think that you should put some clothes on, though!" He put a hand over his eyes.
He didn't know why he yelled his last statement, but he was flustered that he did always think about her trying to hand Harry over; until recently, when he also thought of her arse in her tight pants, or in that red dress. And, now, he would have to think of that completely grope-worthy flesh as she walked past him! Amongst other things! Very many, other… sexual… bad… things- he shouldn't think about!
'Why am I here?!'
She blinked up at him, her brow lifting, before she asked,
"Why? I wasn't even sure you realized we were of the same species!"
"Oh. I noticed!" Ron yelled, and half-lied (blast-ended skrewts), which sounded almost as bad as him telling the truth; as well as him just flat out lying. Then, he added to the awkwardness by saying, "And I'm noticing it even further by the second! If you're going to be my Chef, it is entirely inappropriate for you to wear so little!"
She glared at him; her nose and mouth scrunching to one side for a moment before she snapped,
"First of all, I'm not your Chef! Luka is. I let that whiney tosser swallow that curse!" Ron scoffed, "And, second of all, get the fuck out of my house with that shite, Weasley! If I want to be naked here, I will! I didn't floo to your house in my knickers! You called on me unannounced!"
"First of all," Ron started and took a step forward, aggravated that her voice was rising in tone and pitch, standing particularly close as he towered over her to snap, "you are my Chef! That's what I was prepared to sign on for, and that's what I want. I understand you are aware of what it's like to get what you want."
Ron didn't know why he wanted her specifically… and he didn't know if what he just said sounded as sexually implicit to her as it had to him… He hadn't meant it like that, but once his words- and the feeling of her proximity- registered in his mind, he had to keep himself from feeling like he should apologize.
Her breathing was heavy, which was awful, because her chest heaved. He willed himself to stop acting like some sex crazed perv, and kept his eyes on hers until she finally answered, "I do…"
The idea of Luka being his Chef had made Ron feel awkward; even more awkward than he felt just then! Especially now that he had already fought himself into accepting Pansy, and into accepting that, if he had to, he would choose her. He'd dealt with the drama- the internal struggle- that came with him having to lie down and accept her, and now he was mentally prepared for it. He hadn't been prepared for her to back out, especially once she said that this was what she wanted; that she was the best he was ever going to get.
Besides… Something about Luka made him cringe ever since he watched their fight.
"Good. And second… "Ron continued in a low voice, putting his finger up to point at her. Then realized he was trying to prove a point he couldn't make, and dropped his hand. "I am aware that that is my fault… I- uh…"He looked stammered and looked away from her, irritated that in doing so he also got another eyeful of her… feminine charms…
"I apologize… uh…" He continued to fumble, and he closed his eyes and centered himself, realizing he was about to move to country known as "What" if he couldn't keep his shite together.
When he opened his eyes again, he hated that he had; because she was smirking at him like a viper; her breasts staring at him as she moved her weight to one hip; making it increasingly hard for Ron to ignore the curves of her body…
"Now who's being inappropriate?" She asked, pulling his eyes back from her chest to her eyes, his face hitting a shade of red he knew she was bound to notice. "Yes, Weasley. We are human mammals. I have nipples." At her motioning to her breasts, Ron looked again, before he growled in frustration and turned away from her to go back to the floo, yelling as he went,
"You better get to that meeting, Executive Chef Pansy!"
"Yes, sir!" She answered back, loudly, as if she was in the "Red House" kitchen at that moment… in her knickers… cooking Ron breakfast…
He tried not to grow any more red than he was as he threw floo powder into the fireplace, and turned around to stand in the flames and floo back to the Ministry; which only gave him more time to stare at Pansy's arse as she turned from him to walk down a hallway.
Ron's stomach growled…
He was in so much trouble…
-()-()-()-()-()-
"Ron…" George said, waving his hand in front of Ron's face, whose mind was flashing with images of Pansy on her kitchen table on her back; her tank top bunched up exposing her breasts; Ron between her legs as he pushed into her vigorously; the witch moaning and making high-pitched noises Ron knew he would like more than the other ones.
"Ron," Ginny said, but Ron was busy…
… Pansy's arse slapping, wet, against his abdomen, her ponytail wrapped around his fist as he bucked her into her couch; her soaked opening squeezing him to death as she cried his name out during her orgasm…
"Ron!" George finally yelled, grabbing Ron by the shoulder and shaking him.
"What?!" Ron asked, jumping at the sudden contact as his mind snapped back into the congratulatory drinks he was having with George and Ginny at their favorite pub.
"Why in the hell did you go get Pansy?" George asked.
Ron's elder brothers had been shocked when he'd returned to the meeting and told them that Pansy was on her way. Now, George and Ginny- his sister having actually befriended Pansy over the years, alongside Hermione- were asking what had gotten into him to insist that Pansy be his Chef.
At the mention of her name once more, Ron had gone off into dream land; thinking of all the possible ways he and Pansy could desecrate her house with food based, completely insane, sexual activities.
Then, at the memory of the memory… Ron was back at it again; Pansy's tongue licking crème Brule off of his cock, and then Ron licking crème Brule off of the many tantalizing spots on her body; lips, neck, chest, nipples, stomach, hips, thighs, pussy… fingertips…
"Wow…" Ginny said, her voice registering in Ron's brain, but not her words, "I think he likes her…"
"What?!" George had moved with Ron to "What".
"Every time we say her name, he looks off into space like he's having a break down. Which he is… and it's just because he fancies her."
"I'm not buying that."
"Well- you don't have to. 'Cuz I ain't sellin' it. It's a fact."
"Want to bet?"
"Yes, I feel like buying new shoes, George," Ginny said, as if her answer matched his question.
"I think I fancy her…" Ron started, still staring off into space, saying what he thought of the conversation without filtering out the truth, "Pansy, I mean... And it's not even the fact that I would shag her into a couch," George gasped in horror as he slapped three galleons into Ginny's hand (their terms not even agreed upon, but the man still paying up what he thought was appropriate), "-but because she's a talented chef who earned the respect of another very talented chef whom I respect…
"Even when I made a total git out of myself and said some things I probably shouldn't have, she looked past that, and she's going to work for me anyway! And! And- when I yelled at her… she didn't even care! She just yelled back!
"She even said she likes my face when it gets all- ginger and angry."
"Wow…" Ginny said, turning to George with raised brows, "This is bloody madness."
"I know!" George chuckled and finished his drink. "And now he's her boss! So this just turned from sweet- to possibly horribly- bitter in one shot…
"At least she fancies him back…"
"Does she?!" Ron asked suddenly, coming out of his stupor to grab George by the front of his shirt.
Just as George was going to respond, a group of paparazzi and journalists accumulated out of nowhere, shouting questions at Ron as he blinked in their flashing cameras:
"Ron Weasley! Is it true you're opening up an English sister to Italy's "Red House" in Diagon Ally?"
"Wha- who-?" Ron stammered.
"George! Will you be opening up shop in Italy?"
George said nothing.
"Ron! Is it true you're being named "Witch Weekly's" most eligible bachelor of the year?"
"What?!" Ron had moved… Again.
"Ginny! Will you be marrying Marceline?"
Ginny glared.
"Ron! Is it true Pansy Parkinson is the Executive Chef?"
"Crème Brule…"
"Ron! Have you seen the Malfoy-Potters this summer?"
"Er-"Ron was struggling, semi-drunk and introspective. He wasn't ready for this, and Ginny noticed.
"Sod off, tossers!" The red-head witch yelled, which only resulted in the small horde of cameras to fall back; all of them knowing the level of Ginny's aggression, and her quickness to punch a witch in the face… or a wizard in the dick…
The three stepped back from the crowd where George dissaparated them to Ron's house, landing in his living room with a collective, nonverbal, sigh of, "Merlin's fucking nads!"
"Ron," George said before his little brother could fall back into some weird funk, "If you like Pansy, you should tell her." Ginny nodded in agreement, but Ron groaned and turned to flop down on his fluffy couch. He loved his couch…
"No can do, bro. I'm her boss," Ron said, trying to be responsible and… not a total fucking tosser about the entire situation. His thoughts were entirely inappropriate, even if the viper didn't mind, and even if she reciprocated his… feelings?
"Right…" George said, sounding less than amused, "I am pretty sure she is just as much the boss as you or Santo! With her list of duties- she's the boss. I'm just putting that out there, though."
"I will be seconding these declarations," Ginny said, sitting on the couch next to Ron, "You should tell her before she comes back to England and someone else gets her! Because someone is bound to notice that arse!"
"Crème Brule…"
"Oi!" George yelled loudly, "Tell her you're the most eligible bachelor! She'll probably be all over that!"
"Oi! She's not a slag anymore! Cut her some slack…" Ginny defended.
"Cut her some- sack..?"
"Gross."
"So?"
Ginny blew a raspberry at the elder Weasley man, and yelled, "Go home to your wife, Georgie!" and turned to the youngest to say, "Ron. Stop worrying about it! And- congratulations on your sex-symbol promotion."
"Yeah, bro! Congrats!" George slapped Ron on the back, and then his face became serious again, "Back to the real "issue" at hand; the way Pansy was looking at you earlier, at the meeting, tells me she wouldn't mind if you two whipped up a batch of baby batter."
"Gross! Shut your gob, George! Merlin! I don't know why I persist to drink with the two of you," Ginny grumbled as she stood, saying, "I am going to go home. I have practice in the morning, and the match on Saturday should be a rough one. I should be properly rested to rip Bulgaria a new arsehole!"
"G'night, sis!" George said, and Ron nodded at her with a small smile; his mind had been trying to process the fact that he'd admitted that he'd shag Pansy to his siblings, of all people!
'Well,' Ron thought, 'Better than the Malters…'
It wasn't love that Ron had for Pansy, it was lust; and Ron was struggling with it, and he surely didn't want his closest friends knowing that he would shag their other closest friend! They'd try and do something daft, like set them up!
He didn't fancy her! He just fancied her fanny, and that didn't need any more setting up than it had already gotten!
Ron groaned and leaned forward, elbows on his knees, grumbling, "Why am I just now interested in her, George? I've known her… for forever! Why-"
"Little brother… you know why. You may think with your dick from time to time, but you really think with your stomach; and boy does that bird speak your stomach's language, because you practically ran out of that meeting to get her. When we were at the christening, you ran that fast to get away from her!
"Man-" George chuckled and shook his head, "Valentino was pissed about those documents, and that Luke guy looked like he was going to do a magic tornado of his own once he and Santo realized he'd been booted! It was hilarious…"
"Luka," Ron corrected, coming out of his daze feeling oddly joyed at the thought of Luka being angry…
Ron knew how the younger Italian wizard felt about Pansy. Santo had seen it, Ron had seen it, and it was a wonder to Ron that Pansy hadn't. If she had, she must have truly hated the git to ignore him. Luka wasn't a bad looking bloke, so Ron could only assume his Executive Chef didn't fancy the man in return.
Sometimes, being a total tosser isn't the right way to get into a woman's knickers.
Why Ron cared, he tried not to know… (*cough* Jealousy. *cough*)
"Whatever," George said indifferently with a wave of his hand. "All I'm saying is, don't cut yourself off from that." Ron looked to George strangely, confused, because his brother thought Pansy annoying as he did!
"Why are you cool with me wanting to shag her? You think she's obnoxious!"
"Because you're 36 and the only one of us left that's single! Even Ginny has… what's her name…" Ron shook his head at his brother's indifference to their sister's Brazilian, supermodel girlfriend Marceline Manaro.
It must have run in the blood- the supermodel thing- because Fleur and Angelina weren't far off from Marceline. One might call them "MILF"s. Ron had dated a few "supermodels" himself; not because that was his preference- he liked women of all kinds- he just seemed to attract them, and they were pushy and bossy and always had a way of trying to run his life.
Fuck, man! Even Hermione- after five kids- looked amazing. She'd kept up whatever Muggle boxing thing she did, and looked nothing but spectacular. And everyone knew how much she loved to boss a bloke around; so much so that she had two!
"And, you know," George continued, "there are perks to women having big mouths." Ron gaped at George's reply as the elder wizard stood, clapping his brother on the back and saying, "With that, I will leave you to wank. Or- go to Italy so Pansy can get on that for you. Either way… Goodnight, brother."
When George immediately dissaparated, Ron looked to the clock, and noticed it was almost eleven… And he had to force himself to get up and saunter to his room; his hand itching to grab the floo powder, and the words, "Salita Pastina 84011, Amalfi, Italy", on his lips.
A/N: There was a line from the movie "Snatch" in there somewhere; said by Ginny.
A/N: I will be taking a break with this update. This update, and the next update for "The Misfits" (if you even follow that one). I have a busy few weeks ahead (concerts, work, anniversary), and I'm not entirely sure I'll be able to keep up with regular writing or updates. Thank you for reading. : )
(Pansy's Honorary Lyrics- "It Had to Be You" in my preferred style by Billie Holiday)
(Fire)
You don't care for me
I don'-a care about that
Gotta new fool, ha!
I like it like that
I have only one burning desire
Let me stand next to your fire
Let me stand next to your fire
Listen here, baby
And stop acting so crazy
You say your mum ain't home,
It ain't my concern,
Just play with me and you won't get burned
I have only one itching desire
Let me stand next to your fire
Let me stand next to your fire