CONTEST WINNER THIS CHAPTER: User "CAREYLYN" recommended the song, "I'm A Slave 4 U" by Britney Spears for Pansy & Ron this go around. It perfectly reflects Pansy's thoughts here. So, this chapter is dedicated to CAREYLYN - congratulations! Lyrics for that song appear at the bottom of this chapter. Hope you'll find this song somehow and give it a listen.
AUTHOR'S ASIDE: Don't forget to send me your music selections, fanart or fan manip-art for this couple! I'd love to know your vision for them for the future!
CHAPTER THREE (#2): Ron & Pansy
As soon as Pansy entered their private room and Weasley shut the door, she turned on a sickle and faced him, holding her card up. She read it aloud:
FORFEIT: Do a seductive strip tease down to your knickers for your partner.
Ron grinned ridiculously, and read his card:
FORFEIT: You have to go down on your partner and make them come. Good luck!
They stood there looking at each other for a good minute, before she and her ginger-haired partner simultaneously tossed their cards aside, and Ron stalked her towards the round bed, where she backed up and unceremoniously fell into the soft, white mattress. He unbuttoned his jacket and tossed it against the pillows near the headboard, then leaned over her, placing his palms on either side of her head and lowered his mouth, hovering above hers, staring her in the eye hotly. "I'm going to snog you senseless before we go any further, Parkinson," he told her rather dominantly. "Unless you object, that is?"
She shook her head fervently, her mouth watering at the idea of tasting his moist, pink tongue again. "Kiss me hard, Weasley, and make it count."
"Yes, m'am," he approved and dropped his lips to hers without further ado.
Like before, Pansy's stomach erupted with fluttering pixies, her senses reeled, and she moaned eagerly, letting him claim her again. How was it that this boy – this man - made her panting hot and wet with the simplest touch of his fiery mouth and tongue? She clung to him, wrapped her legs about his waist and held on as he used those bulging muscles of his to push them into the middle of the bed, riding her dress up in the process. They kissed and kissed for a bit, enjoying each other's flavors, before finally having to come up for some air.
Lying fully atop her now, wedged between her legs, supporting his weight on his elbows, Ron stared down at her. His fingers, she noted, were absently playing with her hair, slipping through the straight, dark, short strands. "Parkinson, I meant what I said out there - you're so fucking hot you burn me inside and out," he admitted in between breaths, aqua eyes simmering with lust again for her. "I'm so hard for you it hurts."
Pansy's womb did a little jig and her vanity took a euphoric trip down Jubilation Lane. No man had ever spoken to her, or had looked at her as Ronald Weasley was doing now. For the first time in her life, she felt desirable and beautiful and worthy – three things she had never, in the entirety of her life, ever believed of herself deep down inside. It made her want to give back to him; to make this wizard feel as good as he was making her feel just then.
"Do you want your strip tease now?" she asked, eager to watch him lose all control again.
Ron nodded enthusiastically. "Then, I'm going to eat you out, like my card wants. I'm going to make you come all over my face, baby," he promised with a wicked, delicious smirk that took her breath away.
It was heady, this ability to make a man look at her like that. All of her 'grown-up' life, Pansy had been at the whim of the opposite gender. She had never learned to assert herself properly two years ago, when she'd lost her innocence to the first love of her young life, Draco Malfoy. He'd taken her virginity and her heart and taught her the folly of giving such things to a man who didn't have reciprocal feelings. Oh, no, he hadn't been cruel; he just hadn't shared the same depth of feelings, and that had hurt. Since then, she'd searched in the beds of a few other men and even one girl for the one who would look at her with wild abandon, who would desire her before his or her own nefarious ends. It seemed she'd been looking in the completely wrong House all along.
"Then let me up so I can give you your reward," she murmured against his lips, licking them like a cat with cream.
Weasley groaned and reluctantly pulled away, rolling off of her.
As she regained her feet, Pansy turned her head to look over her shoulder, noted Ron was still lounging on his side, propping his head on his hand as he watched her, that black, silken shirt clinging to his muscled frame, those tight, black trousers showing off his toned legs (and the bulge already beginning in his pants). His booted feet hung off the end of the bed casually as he awaited her pleasure, and in that second, she thought him truly, desperately handsome. Why hadn't she noticed before?
A catty, cynical part of her chimed in that it might have something to do with the clothes (and not just that wicked tongue of his). To be completely honest, Pansy was a sucker for a man who dressed sexy in refined garb (much as her mother loved a man in uniform). Weasley's outfit tonight certainly qualified as that; he was the best dressed of the bunch, in her opinion, and that certainly added to his appeal.
But the truth was, there was something compelling about the honesty in his face. Having lived in the paramount den of vipers for the last seven years, it was distinctly refreshing to know that he wasn't putting on an act (for she had trained herself, having bunked with Slytherins continuously for most of her growing years, to sniff out a lie from a hundred paces). Her partner wasn't a liar – he had the courage to say and feel what he willed without fearing repercussions, and she liked that best about him.
If only she could do the same…
His hands dropped down onto the mattress and he looked at her with concern suddenly. "If you don't want to do this, I won't make you. We can just trade cards or something."
The selfless offer melted some of the ice around her serpent's heart. "No, I want to do this," she explained. "I was just… thinking up a good song to do it to. It's better with music."
It wasn't a complete lie, as in the back of her head she had been, in fact, considering a musical selection to set the mood for her disrobing. In a flash of inspiration, she settled on one by her favorite R&B singer, Prince (who skimmed both the Muggle and Wizarding worlds effortlessly, being a Half-blood, with the Muggles none the wiser as to the man's true talents). Yeah, his song, "Cream" would be the perfect accompaniment to set the tone for the next hour.
As Pansy slowly turned fully, the lights dimmed at her mental urging and the song's slow, bass-heavy beat began. Hips swaying in time to the music, she gave Weasley the hottest stare and naughtiest smile in her arsenal – the one that promised wicked things soon – and reached for the buttons down the front of her dress.
This is it!
It's time for you to go to the wire.
You will hit!
Cause you got the burnin' desire…
Slipping each chain free of its accompanying button, her nimble fingers moved to part the mesh frock and pull the satin silk of her dress up her legs slowly, revealing her knees. The dress inched up unhurriedly as she gyrated her hips in a circular motion, revealing the garters holding up the edges of her stockings.
It's your time!
You got the horn, so why don't you blow it?
You are fine!
You're filthy cute and, baby, you know it.
Her fingers purposefully edged under the material, which she stopped at the bottom of her knickers. She licked her lips sexily and put one leg up on the bed, bending her knee and tilting her hips forward, giving him a perfect view of her dampening knickers.
Cream…
Get on top.
Cream…
You will cop.
Cream…
Don't you stop.
Cream.
She-boogie bop.
Stroking herself over her panties, then gripping the edge of one side, she pulled it over, exposing her dark curls to him once again. Slipping a finger up and down the center of her slit, Pansy tossed her head back, exposing her collared throat, and moaned, caressing herself erotically over her moist lower lips. The jangle of her silver snake bracelet on her left wrist accompanied the sound of the music's beat as she moved her hand in time, swirling circles around her wet vulva.
On the bed, Ron's eyes had gone positively feral with heat and his breathing had become harsh.
You're so good!
Baby, there ain't nobody better.
So you should
Never, ever go by the letter.
Having had enough of teasing, and with a knowing smirk (his erection was now raging to be let out of his slacks, she noticed), Pansy let her hold on her knickers go and dropped her leg back down to the floor. The dress slid back into place as she reached around behind her to grasp the zipper and began pulling it down.
You're so cool!
Everything you do is success.
Make the rules,
Then break them all cause you are the best!
Yes, you are!
When the fastener hit its base, and she could easily inch out of the dress, Pansy played with the straps of her outfit, slipping them down her shoulders and arms coyly. Pretending to hide her breasts and crotch away with her hands as the purple-magenta-black fabric fell and pooled at her feet, she made a cute moue with her lips, as if surprised to find herself in such a state of en déshabillé. "Oops," she faked being ashamed, grinning like a shark.
She continued to swivel her hips in time to the music, and kept her gaze locked firmly on her partner the whole time. "Want to see more?" she eventually asked him in a low, husky tone.
Transfixed, Weasley nodded, shifting up into a sitting position, bending one knee and leaning an arm on it. "Hell, yes," he murmured. "Take it all off for me, baby."
Cream…
Get on top.
Cream…
You will cop.
Cream…
Don't you stop.
Cream.
She-boogie bop.
Sliding her hands away from their false pose of hiding away her body, she skimmed her belly with her long, painted nails, watching him follow the path she laid out, up over her sternum, eventually caressing her breasts.
He licked his lips, his cheeks taking on a dusky hue as his lust reared to the surface. "Rip your bra off."
With a throaty laugh that had Weasley scooting to the edge of the bed, Pansy did as her partner wanted, yanking the top of her strapless down with a harsh tug, revealing her bared breasts to him once again. She then shimmied it down to mid-abdomen before reaching behind her and unclasping it. Tossing the bra into his lap – right over his crotch – she cupped her nude, swaying boobs and thrust them out at him with a kittenish arch of her back.
Do your dance!
Why should you wait any longer?
Take a chance!
It could only make you stronger.
"Pinch your nipples for me," he coaxed next, his eyes darkening with untamed hunger.
Sashaying up to him smoothly, Pansy caressed her breasts right up in his face and did as he wanted, hissing in pleasure from the electric shocks that traveled down her center to her core, instantly moistening her lower lips. After a few more passes, she felt emboldened to try something truly naughty.
Bending her head, locking her eyes on her paramour, she licked zealously over her own hardened nipples one breast at a time.
It's your time!
You got the horn, so why don't you blow it?
You're so fine!
You're filthy cute and, baby, you know it.
"Holy bloody hell," Ron swore on an exhale, licking his lips again and swallowing loudly. "Baby, you're so getting fucked sometime tonight. Hard. To this same song." Widening his legs, he reached for her waist and pulled her in close, meeting her gaze (amusedly tearing himself from the appealing sight of her lapping at her own breasts with some measure of effort, she noted). "I'm gonna fill you with my aching cock and make you scream my name," he vowed, tilting his lips towards her straining nips. "Now, can I suck on these?"
Running her hands through his crimson hair, Pansy nodded and smiled sinfully, her cunt throbbing with the visual his words conjured. "Gods, yes!"
Come on!
Cream…
Get on top.
Cream…
You will cop.
Cream…
Don't you stop.
Cream.
She-boogie bop.
Boogie!
Weasley had Pansy moaning and gasping and grabbing at him in no time, that talented tongue of his again taking her breasts to attention. Throwing her head back wantonly, Pansy cried to the ceiling as his teeth scraped, then nibbled, then finally bit with some measure of pressure.
"Have to… finish the… strip tease for you," she panted the reminder. They were on a time-limit, after all, and she really wanted to play his card soon, as she was slippery between her legs and dying for fulfillment.
A man of direct means, Ron's fingers simply pulled the garters off of her stockings and began dragging the mesh-lace mini-corset down over her knickers, apparently deciding to finish the strip tease himself to get it done quickly. He tugged the garment until it reached her lower thighs, where gravity simply took it the rest of the way down to her feet, then jerked at her panties next, letting his mouth trail down her abdomen.
Warning bells went off in Pansy's head; her partner was now dangerously close to be in violation of the cards. Pushing a tad away, she raised his face to hers to stop his determined actions and stared him in the eye. "Yes, I give you permission to touch me all over and to put your mouth on me anywhere you want." When that formality was done, she stepped back into his sphere of warmth and giggled down at him. "You owe me now," she smiled slyly. "I just saved your ass."
Taken aback, Weasley let out a whistle. "Close call, there. Sorry 'bout that." He let his hands slide up her waist, around her back, following the sway of her hind as he rested his chin on her abdomen and looked up at her through his red-gold lashes. "I definitely owe you, baby," he readily agreed. "Will you let me pay you back now?"
She tilted her head, pretending to consider his offer. "Well…"
He tickled her sides in response, grinning from ear to ear like a fool. "Wicked witch."
Laughing, she wrapped her arms about his neck. "I suppose you could take the rest of my clothing off, if you wanted."
Ron's eyes lit up, and his fingers moved once again to her knickers, thumbing the sides and wrenching them down without any finesse. When they, too, fell to her ankles, he looked at her, considering what to do next. "Leave the stockings on. It'll take too long to get 'em off anyway." With that, he yanked her into his lap, forcing her to straddle him, and as he bent his head to take her lips once more, he asserted his possession of the thatch between her thighs.
Kissing her to distract her, he rolled and laid her back on the edge of the bed, swapping places with her, leaning over her body. "My turn," he announced cheerfully, dropping to his knees between her legs without further ado.
"Oh, gods above!" Pansy howled as his tongue swiped her clear up the middle, and then he was sucking on her clit hard, his fingers diving into her body, pistoning to a strong rhythm that was relentless and sought only one goal: to drive her over the edge. "Yes! Yes! YES!"
"That's right. Come for me, pretty baby," her ginger-haired partner moaned, focusing all his attention and skill on bringing her again.
Slytherin's skull cap, who'd have thought Ron Weasley would be the best lover she'd ever have? And she hadn't even had actual intercourse with him yet! He was a natural sex enthusiast, attentive and sincere in bringing her pleasure, treating her with respect – something no man had ever actually shown her before in bed. His willingness to give made her want to give back, and although that frightened her because of its unfamiliarity, it was also a powerful rush – like flying head-first at top speed towards the ground on your broom.
He flicked her taut bead with his tongue, alternating pressure between suckling on it and lightly teasing it. The dichotomy drove her insane with electric need. Gripping his hair tightly, she shoved her hips at him over and over. "Eat me up," she begged, rambling incoherently as she mounted her orgasm quickly. "Oh, Ron! For you! Oh, yes… all for you!"
Lifting his head, their gazes connected. "That's right, baby, for me," he agreed, lapping at her clit in oddly shaped patterns. "And for you."
She squeezed her eyes shut, leaned her head back and concentrated on giving to them both, as he traced strange patterns over her wet pussy. Just as she tipped over the edge, she finally realized what he was doing, and her scream of delight ended in amused laughter. Between her legs, Weasley chuckled darkly, finishing up licking the last of her cream before finally leaning up and over her once more.
Wrapping her arms about his neck tiredly, and drawing him down for another kiss, Pansy grinned and shook her head. "Isn't there a 'y' at the end of your name?"
Ron shrugged, grinning. "Couldn't quite finish. You were squeezing my head too tightly." He slid one arm around her shoulders and held her close, kissing her lips, her jaw, her throat, while the other hand slid first down her taut belly and then into the crisp, damp, dark curls between her thighs. He began to tease her labia softly at first, then more insistently, circling her still-aroused clit with his fingers and sending renewed shivers up her spine.
Gods, was he kidding? He wanted to bring her again? "Ron, that feels so wonderful..." she whispered, shivering with anticipation at the feeling of his hand buried between her thighs. But, wait… he hadn't even enjoyed himself, had he? He hadn't found his release. "What about your needs?" She reached down and touched his rock hard erection, stroking it under his trousers.
Ron moaned against her mouth. "This is what I need right now, Parkinson." He caressed her slit straight up the middle with two fingers. "Bloody hell, Pansy, you're so wet," he murmured as he ate at her mouth, gasping right along with her. "I love that you get so turned on just for me. I love that I do this to you - that you're letting me."
The sound of her name on his lips made her heart tighten up in her chest. "Don't tease, baby," she begged. "Go inside me again."
His fingers tickled her entrance, driving her spare, before plunging into her grasping channel a second time. Pansy cried out in bliss as she felt him part her folds once more, moving slowly in and out with tender care. He was fucking her with his fingers as if this were the most important act in the world just then, holding her and kissing her with an equally gentle awareness. His mouth traveled down her collar equally as slow, licking a determined path to her left nipple. He circled the dark areola twice before taking the super sensitive bud between his lips and sucking. All the while, his hand kept up its rhythmic destruction of her senses between her legs.
"Oh, gods… I love your touch, Ron. Please, don't stop," she whispered the plea, her hands gripping onto his hair and pulling him closer into her.
He shook his head. "Won't stop, baby, promise," he quickly answered before returning to the task of suckling on her tits and cherishing her pussy.
It had been too many months since her last relationship had ended; too many nights of fingering herself in her lonely bed, silencing the curtains around her to prevent the others from knowing what she was doing. It felt so good to have a man touch her like this again – to have him touch her. To be able to scream with her pleasure if she wanted, and no one but the two of them would ever know.
Tears burned in the back of her eyes at the intensity of the emotions building in her chest. Could she give this up at the end of the game? Could she walk away from this perfect brand of loving now that she'd found it after searching for so long? Slytherin help her, she was starting to think that maybe she didn't want to. She liked what they were doing too much; was starting to realize that she actually liked Ronald Weasley in the mix, too, and not just because he made her come again and again, but because he seemed to sincerely want to do so. He cherished her, desired her. Could they build something out of that?
Gods help her, she was in way over her head this time. This couldn't end well for either of them, because her future was set, and her Gryffindor lover wasn't going to be a part of that picture. Not that she had any say in the matter…
"Ride my fingers, baby," he coaxed, lapping at her right breast, his free hand petting her cheek, his naughty hand retreating from her body slowly, only to slide home again and again and, merciful gods!... again. "Use those hips of yours. Moan for me. Let me make you come again."
Pansy did as bade, thrusting her thighs and arse in time to his hand's patient cadence, coupling with him in a way she'd always wanted to with a man – sweetly, sensually. She moaned, she begged, she sweated and reached for her climax with all her might, wanting to call out to him at that perfect moment.
When Ron's thumb brushed her swollen, vulnerable clit in a circular motion, she let go, screaming his name. Behind her eyelids, the world exploded in bright, white stars, and in her veins, lightning and blood rode fast together, shattering every nerve ending with pleasure. Her orgasm lasted the longest she'd ever experienced; she just kept coming and coming, her whole body shaking, out of control. "Oh, Ron!" she cried again, pulling his head up and fiercely sealing her lips to his, wanting to shove these feelings into him to share, wishing he could know and understand how much pleasure he'd just brought her.
When the wave finally retreated, and she lay limp and sated in his arms, Ron withdrew his fingers from her body with a final swipe up the center. He then brought that hand to his lips and sucked on her release, licking every bit off. "You taste so good, Pansy," he moaned. "And you smell fantastic." His mouth moved to slant over hers, and she tasted herself on his lips as she kissed him hungrily. When he pulled back, he looked down at her with a contented smile. "I loved doing that to you, baby," he admitted, brushing her sweat-damped hair from her forehead and cheek lightly. "And I'm gonna do it again and again to you, too. Every chance you let me."
Her chest tightened painfully. Every chance… If only there was a chance beyond the next twenty-three hours.
Foolish woman, he's not meant for you and you know it, she self-censured silently.
It was a waste of time pining for 'what ifs,' especially when she didn't even know Weasley's real feelings about her; this might all just be a fun one-off for him anyway. No, this game, the time she spent here with this wizard, she would enjoy it, and it would just have to be enough to fill the loneliness and need within her. Perhaps it could even carry her through what was awaiting her after graduation.
"I'd like that," she smiled up at him, stroking his cheek delicately with her fingertips, locking her anxieties away in her heart.
Eyes as blue as the oceans gazed down on her with tenderness, and then he bent his head and claimed her lips again. They kissed and kissed for a long time, enjoying the taste and warmth they shared, and then the chime rang, and Pansy realized she was still not dressed. "We're going to be late," she warned, pulling her mouth from his. "Ten minutes over final call time and it'll be the end of the game for us both."
Weasley looked down at her, measuring, and then grinned and shrugged. "We lose, big deal." He pressed his jutting erection up against her. "Wanna fuck now?"
Pansy shook her head and pushed him, sitting up and rushing to gather her clothes, hastily throwing them back on. "Forget it. You're not ferreting out on the next cards, my sexy wizard." She turned after throwing her dress over her and smoothing it down, deciding to leave her shoes on the floor where she'd flung them, entirely too unbalanced at the moment for heels (her world was still glowingly reeling from what he'd just done for her). "I want to play with you some more before we get down to it, mister."
Her partner's eyebrows hit his hairline as a terribly naughty thought passed over his features. "Oh, yeah, we still have my Deeds and Forfeits to go!" he grinned brightly, rubbing his hands back and forth in anticipation. "Can't wait!"
Pansy couldn't help it; his enthusiasm was so real and contagious that she burst into laughter again as he opened the door for them and took her hand in his. They were both laughing and breathless with anticipation as they raced each other to the couches, eager for the next round's surprises.
AUTHOR'S NOTES:
Musical Selection for this Chapter: "I'm A Slave 4 U" by Britney Spears. Lyrics are as follows…
I know I may be young, but I've got feelings too,
And I need to do what I feel like doing.
So, let me go and just listen...
All you people look at me like I'm a little girl.
Well, did you ever think it'd be okay for me to step into this world?
Always saying little girl don't step into the club...
Well, I'm just tryin' to find out why, 'cause dancing's what I love.
Get it, get it, get it, get it (WHOOOA)
Get it, get it, get it, get it (WHOOOOOA)(Do you like it?)
Get it, get it, get it, get it (OOOHHHH)(This feels good!)
I know I may come off quiet, I may come off shy,
But I feel like talking, feel like dancing when I see this guy.
What's practical is logical. What the hell, who cares?
All I know is I'm so happy when you're dancing there.
I'm a slave for you. I cannot hold it; I cannot control it.
I'm a slave for you. I won't deny it; I'm not trying to hide it.
Baby, don't you wanna, dance upon me,
(I just wanna dance next to you!)
To another time and place?
Baby, don't you wanna, dance upon me,
(Are you ready?)
Leaving behind my name, my age?
(Let's go!)
(Like that!)
(You like it!)
(Now watch me...)
Get it, get it, get it, get it (WHOOOA)
Get it, get it, get it, get it (WHOOOOOA)
Get It, get it, get it, get it (OOOHHHH)
I really wanna dance, tonight with you.
(I just can't help myself!)
I really wanna do what you want me to.
(I just feel I let myself go!)
I really wanna dance, tonight with you.
(Wanna see you move!)
I really wanna do what you want me to.
(Uh, Uh, Uh.)
Baby, don't you wanna, dance upon me,
(I just wanna dance next to you!)
To another time and place?
Baby, don't you wanna, dance upon me,
(Are you ready?)
Leaving behind my name, my age!
I'm a slave for you... (Take that!)... I cannot hold it; I cannot control it.
I'm a slave... (It just feels right!)... for you... (It just feels good!)... I won't deny it; I'm not trying to hide it... (Baby!)
Get it, get it, get it, get it (WHOOOA)
Get it, get it, get it, get it (WHOOOOOA)
Get it, get it, get it, get it (OOOHHHH)
I'm a slave for you... (Here we go now!)... I cannot hold it; I cannot control it.
I'm a slave for you... (Here we go!)... I won't deny it... (Yeah!)... I'm not trying to hide it... (Like that?)