She had never felt happier in her life, or more pleased. "Draco Malfoy,
between the sheets. In his bed, with me". Pansy thought.
She was slightly entangled with a green satin sheet, her body covered, the fabric looking like liquid in the moonbeams that fell across the bed from the window. Completely naked other than her underwear underneath the sheet. She felt a ripple of excitement in her stomach as he slipped towards her under the sheets.
"Parkins- he started. "Pansy. You know, we can stop now, before it goes any further. I'll understand if you want to go back to your own bed." His gazed suddenly transfixed on the hem of the sheet he was playing with nervously.
She looked up at Draco's face, and ran a single finger down his chest stopping at his stomach gently pressing her hand against his waist. "Do you want me to go back to my own bed?" she asked looking directly into his eyes.
He smirked, then outright laughed. "Are you kidding Parkinson, I was just doing the noble thing so you wouldn't feel pressured.
"So you want me to stay?" she said slyly.
"Yes, of course I do Parkinson." He answered with his famous smirk.
She beamed at him, "I want to stay too. You couldn't drag me out of here if you tried" she laughed primly and he grinned at her in the pale lumination of the room.
He paused for a minute, looking down at her in a whole new light. A girl he had grown up with, competed with for grades, cheated off in class, laughed with, and had fun with, was now naked like a goddess of some sort, in his bed, willingly waiting for him. It just seemed so natural between them, comfortable even. Here they were laughing happily in the dark together. They had chemistry between them, a strong solid chemistry. Just thinking about it drove him wild...
He slipped towards her under the sheet, pulling her nearly naked body against his after pulling the sheet loosely from around her body. His hands suddenly very cool touched her side and she moved as close as she could to him, her naked breasts pressed against his chest. She could feel his heart beating against hers. She smiled and he kissed her hair. Pressing his hands softly against the small of her back.
She kissed him then, with a new passion awoken inside her. Desire. For him. To please him.
She skillfully worked her tongue in his mouth, kissing with a force and drive she didn't know she even had inside her. Her mouth gingerly made its way to his neck, kissing at , then sucking softly, then slightly harder, leaving a deep purple mark on his flesh on the side of his neck.
She grinned to herself, imagining him asking in the hospital ward for some way to remove hickies.
His hands wandered lower, toying with the elastic along the side of her underwear, as she busied herself with kissing his neck. She drew her attention back to his face, she kissed him softly everywhere, under his throat, below his ear nibbling on his ear lobe momentarily, then kissing his temple, the middle of his forehead.
The little things she was doing were making him even harder. She felt the pressure and stiffness inside of his boxers press against his thigh as he rolled on top of her. She placed her arms behind her head as if she was just relaxing on a beach chair in the sun.
He grinned, and with one hand pinned them in place above her head so she couldn't move, and he kissed his way down to her breasts. Kissing them with a new hunger from inside. A deep longing want, that drove him from the pit of his stomach. "Malfoy's always get what they want" he murmured into her ear...
She was slightly entangled with a green satin sheet, her body covered, the fabric looking like liquid in the moonbeams that fell across the bed from the window. Completely naked other than her underwear underneath the sheet. She felt a ripple of excitement in her stomach as he slipped towards her under the sheets.
"Parkins- he started. "Pansy. You know, we can stop now, before it goes any further. I'll understand if you want to go back to your own bed." His gazed suddenly transfixed on the hem of the sheet he was playing with nervously.
She looked up at Draco's face, and ran a single finger down his chest stopping at his stomach gently pressing her hand against his waist. "Do you want me to go back to my own bed?" she asked looking directly into his eyes.
He smirked, then outright laughed. "Are you kidding Parkinson, I was just doing the noble thing so you wouldn't feel pressured.
"So you want me to stay?" she said slyly.
"Yes, of course I do Parkinson." He answered with his famous smirk.
She beamed at him, "I want to stay too. You couldn't drag me out of here if you tried" she laughed primly and he grinned at her in the pale lumination of the room.
He paused for a minute, looking down at her in a whole new light. A girl he had grown up with, competed with for grades, cheated off in class, laughed with, and had fun with, was now naked like a goddess of some sort, in his bed, willingly waiting for him. It just seemed so natural between them, comfortable even. Here they were laughing happily in the dark together. They had chemistry between them, a strong solid chemistry. Just thinking about it drove him wild...
He slipped towards her under the sheet, pulling her nearly naked body against his after pulling the sheet loosely from around her body. His hands suddenly very cool touched her side and she moved as close as she could to him, her naked breasts pressed against his chest. She could feel his heart beating against hers. She smiled and he kissed her hair. Pressing his hands softly against the small of her back.
She kissed him then, with a new passion awoken inside her. Desire. For him. To please him.
She skillfully worked her tongue in his mouth, kissing with a force and drive she didn't know she even had inside her. Her mouth gingerly made its way to his neck, kissing at , then sucking softly, then slightly harder, leaving a deep purple mark on his flesh on the side of his neck.
She grinned to herself, imagining him asking in the hospital ward for some way to remove hickies.
His hands wandered lower, toying with the elastic along the side of her underwear, as she busied herself with kissing his neck. She drew her attention back to his face, she kissed him softly everywhere, under his throat, below his ear nibbling on his ear lobe momentarily, then kissing his temple, the middle of his forehead.
The little things she was doing were making him even harder. She felt the pressure and stiffness inside of his boxers press against his thigh as he rolled on top of her. She placed her arms behind her head as if she was just relaxing on a beach chair in the sun.
He grinned, and with one hand pinned them in place above her head so she couldn't move, and he kissed his way down to her breasts. Kissing them with a new hunger from inside. A deep longing want, that drove him from the pit of his stomach. "Malfoy's always get what they want" he murmured into her ear...