Title: Wrong
Pairing: Narcissa/Pansy
Rating: T
Warnings: Femslash, Angst, Age Difference/Underage, Sexual Content, Cheating
Note: Written for the "Pairing Drabble Tag."
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She shouldn't be doing this. Narcissa had never been a saint, but even she could admit that this was wrong. Pansy was her son's girlfriend, and she was young – too young to be going down on Narcissa like she currently was.
The dark-haired girl eagerly listened and followed all of Narcissa's gentle instructions until the blonde was close to release, her normally reserved composure gone as she moaned and writhed.
Pansy reminded Narcissa of herself: she was naïve and desperate to please; she dreamed of being the perfect trophy wife to a rich, handsome pureblood man. Narcissa remembered the feeling well. She had been so excited when her marriage to Lucius had been arranged.
She had been a fool.
She knows better now. Those men care nothing for their wives – they are simply tools to provide them with an heir and a warm body to give them pleasure whenever they want it, though they never return the favor. Those entitled men cast aside their wives and ignore them whenever they are not of use for sex or appearance-sake.
That was wrong. This doesn't feel nearly as wrong. Narcissa's guilt is lessened with each flick of Pansy's tongue. She deserves this. She has earned it after everything she has put up with. She gasps, arching her back as her orgasm washes over her.
Narcissa isn't entirely selfish. She will make sure that Pansy is satisfied too before they part ways. It is more than her son will ever do for the girl.
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A/N: Reviews are always appreciated.