Charlie took a sip of the fine Firewhiskey in front of him. He knew that Pansy would be off work shortly and then they could celebrate properly. He'd gone out before Mum and Dad left and they knew he'd not be home this evening. He had a taste tonight for another kind of firebrand.

Sometimes being the swinging bachelor had some perks and advantages.

He felt the hand on his arse first, followed by her soft scent. "Sorry I'm late."

Charlie reached his hand out and felt the softness of her skirt followed by the silk of her stockings. "I think you're right on time." Charlie raised his hand up. "A Ogden's Blue label for the lady, and make it a double."

She kissed him on the cheek and he blushed. "You know me too well."

"Simple pleasures, dear." He turned and smiled roguishly. "How was work?"

"We made deadline once again. There's nothing that exciting going on right now reporting wise. So I let the writers have some fun with the copy and didn't push for hard news today." She took the proffered old fashioned glass and sipped it. "So tomorrow there will be the requisite amount of recipes for the ladies, international Quidditch scores from the US and abroad. In short, it's a slow business cycle." She took another sip and looked at the brown eyes on the older man before her. "I'd almost want for some juicy news just to get the print going faster again."

"Give it time. Something's bound to happen." Charlie drained the rest of his beverage and set the glass down on the bar. "So are you up for some fun?"

"Do you have anything in mind?"

"Well, the rest of the sods I'm related to are at the wizarding club up in Blackpool. Don't fancy going there tonight and introducing them to you."

"What's wrong with that? We've been off and on for years now."

Charlie pulled her close and brushed his lips over her ears. "I'm rather possessive, really, and I don't fancy sharing you tonight with them." He pulled back and smirked. "Besides, I do believe your note earlier today mentioned something decadent. You have my interest."

"You have it?" She asked while shifting her overnight bag over her shoulder.

Charlie pulled a key out of his pocket inside his dragon skin jacket and smiled. "I've been ready for an hour for you."

He laid 3 galleons on the bar and they made their way to the stairs leading to the rooms.

Charlie led the way, hearing the wood creaking under his work boots. Pansy was silent taking steps behind him. He only knew she was still there by the perfume she wore, perfume that she only wore for him.

He turned the ancient key into the lock, hearing it squeak slightly. But Pansy pulled her wand from her robes and silenced the hinges and door itself. "Good thinking."

"My dear, I want to have my wicked way with you tonight."

He looked at her before opening the door. "I'm liking this even better."

Clothes flew everywhere. Not a scrap of leather or lace was left on their bodies before they landed on the bed. Lips feasted on one another and fingers touched along curves and crevices. Moans, groans, and shrieks of pleasure echoed around the room. Once again, Charlie Weasley proved how adept of a lover he was, making her quiver in bliss almost immediately. "You never cease to amaze me. I don't know how you do it, but I just can't get enough of your touch."

She opened her eyes and saw him standing at attention between her languid legs. "Bet it's the callouses on the fingers." Charlie pulled her closer to his splayed legs and saw her waiting with anticipation. He lifted her legs and spread her knees wider to accommodate his hips. "When you're working with a wand and rope all day it does something to the fingertips." He waggled his fingers before plunging into her body. "Shite, I missed this."

Pansy took a moment to catch her breath. It'd been a while since she'd had a man between her legs. "No one in Rumania?"

He pulled back before plunging in slowly. "No, no time, really. On 12 hours, off 24. And you're so knackered after those 12 hours that you crash for 'bout 10 before doing the other paperwork stuff the other 14. The hours are a bitch," he thrust hard on that one word, "and it's murder on any real relationship besides a casual fuck."

Pansy opened her eyes and saw the brown ones looking at her. "You mean like this?"

Charlie reached his hand along her body and rubbed his calloused hand on her erect nipples. "No, we're not casual. I look forward to seeing you when I come home." With his other hand he pulled her hips higher. "They still think I love my dragons more than anything else."

Pansy rolled her head back while succumbing to the feelings he was evoking. "But we're not to the point of family introduction, are we?"

Charlie felt her body undulating under his hips and shifted her again, trying to hit that one spot that made her fall apart. "I'm not ready to share us with the family." Pansy took a shuddered breath while he proceeded to spread her body even wider. "I prefer to keep what we have just for us," he growled before bringing his hand down to the nub above her entrance. "I don't want any hassles from anyone, about us. Brother Bill knows, and so does Percy. The rest though, not a good idea."

Pansy moaned and clamped down on him. He fought the urge to come right then. Instead, he slowed to a crawl and let her relish the waves of pleasure flowing over her. "I like you too much to have you deal with the sods and tossers I'm related to."

Pansy opened her eyes and saw the sincerity on his face. "You mean that?"

Charlie pulled her up to him and let her settle across his thighs. He kissed her softly, letting himself get lost in her lips. "I do. I won't put up with anyone hassling or bad-mouthing you. Bill's fine with, and so is Percy, surprisingly." He let her start moving before he joined her in the rhythm. "It's the other sods, really. But the worst ones are Ginny and Hermione."

Pansy blanched in remembrance.

"That's why I won't bring you home to meet Mum and Dad. They wouldn't have an issue with it, once I explained, but my sister and sister-in-law?" Charlie thrust hard. "Fuck, you think you can match Granger? You think you can hold off Ginny?" Charlie stopped thrusting for just a moment and looked at her intensely. "I can't best my little sister. Mum's a handful but she's nothing compared to Ginny."

Pansy kissed him and gently bit his bottom lip. She felt him twitch inside her. "Thank you," she whispered across his lips. "Now show me what you can do."

Charlie pulled her down on his lap. "Come for me."