Chinese anyone? NC-17
Pansy poured another splash of the rice wine into the tiny little glass and looked through her lashes at her dining companion. "I don't know why they make these glasses so small, do you?" she asked, alternately giggling and frowning.
Cormac watched Pansy as she refilled their glasses and thought not for the first time this evening how beautiful the witch sitting next to him was. "No idea, doll." He smiled at her, the furrow in her brow as she thought about the size of the glasses completely endeared her to him, and it was with a start that he realized he was feeling a bit tipsy. "I do know that you're the most bloody amazing witch I've ever known," he said truthfully.
She smiled at him and bit her lip playfully. "I bet you say that to all the girls who pour sake for you," she said, trying to stifle another giggle but failing miserably.
"Only the beautiful ones," he teased.
A contemplative expression on her face, she said, "I think this stuff is stronger than Firewhisky, even." Pansy looked up at Cormac, her nose now centimetres from his. "Oooh! D'you think that's why they make the cups tiny?"
"That must be it," he said intently, the way only a drunk person can. "You," Cormac started, "are entirely too smart." He leaned forward and kissed her mostly on the mouth. "I like my woman smart, you know."
"Shhh," she admonished. "I don't like for men to know I'm smart. It scares them away."
He smiled widely and slurred, "I won't tell. It'll be our secret."
"That's what I like about you, darling," she said, snuggling up closer to him. "You can keep a secret." Trailing her fingers along the lined of his bicep, she purred, "You're all Gryffindor-y and brave on the outside, but I like to think you've got a Slytherin center." She leaned her head up and kissed his neck, right above his collar. "Yummy."
"You certainly are," he agreed. "Shall we go? I'd like to have my after-dinner Slytherin now." He smiled as he felt her hand moving up his thigh. "Because Slytherin through and through trumps yummy any day." He looked at Pansy, her eyes closed, and her head resting on his shoulder. "I don't think I can apparate. How're you?"
"No. No squeezing right now. Not good."
"We could walk back to my place. The bed's tiny, but it beats being splinched."
"Mmm. You're going to take me to your home?" she asked, looking at him through heavy eyelids, sighing. "Like your flat. Dark. Charming. Classic. Very you."
Cormac settled the check and helped Pansy on with her cloak. "Off we go." He took her arm and they made their way out of the restaurant with a somewhat steady gait. The sky was clear and the moon was nearing full and as they crossed the small foot bridge in the park, they were both too drunk to notice the moon's reflection in the water and the way it lit their faces till they almost shined.
"I haven't been to your flat in ages," Pansy mused. "Why is that, do you think?" She looked up at him, barely resisting the urge to stop them right there and kiss the stubble long the line of his jaw.
His bright blue eyes were caught in her gaze. "Hmm?" he asked, distracted. "Not sure. Smallish. No elf?" he offered, not turning his face away from hers.
They entered the main lobby of the building, nodded to the doorman and talked quietly while waiting for a lift.
"Hm," she replied. "Elves travel, you know. Go where I go. And I have an extra, now, anyway."
The lift bell sounded and Pansy looked at the people exiting and blinked. She appeared to be seeing double. Surely I haven't had that much to drink, she thought, pressing her fingers to her eyes briefly. When she opened them, there were still two Indian girls looking back at her.
"Pansy," Parvati began cautiously. "Lovely to see you."
"Cormac. Pansy," Padma said as she offered up a small smile.
"There are two of you," Pansy said, relieved.
Parvati shot a look at Padma. "Yes, there are," she replied, clearly amused.
"For a little over twenty years now," Padma said, smiling in agreement.
"But what are you two doing here?" Cormac asked, befuddled.
Pretty please?
Padma, adopting the tone she used while speaking with confused clients, answered slowly, "We live here. In this very building. For going on two years now." She resisted the urge to roll her eyes at Parvati.
"Guess what? So do I!" He could hear himself being overly exuberant and cheerful, but he couldn't stop it. "We're neighbors? Well what do you know?"
Parvati bit her lip to keep from giggling. "Well, now I know we're neighbors?" she asked, laughing outright.
Pansy looked from the two girls to Cormac. "Listen this is all very lovely, I'm sure, but I'd really like to maybe have a nap. Or something."
Cormac's attention was brought rapidly back to Pansy, still warm and lovely at his side. "Yes. I'd like some of that too," he answered while pulling her closer against him. "Goodbye, twin girls," he said over his shoulder as he pulled Pansy with him onto the lift.
Parvati looked at Padma. "Who would've thought, eh?"
"Interesting couple," she agreed.
Once the elevator doors closed, Pansy smiled seductively up at Cormac. Moving toward him slowly, her hands raised to unknot his tie. "You are so much fun," she said, giving the corner of his mouth a kiss.
Cormac caught her clumsily in his grasp and returned the kiss enthusiastically. "I'm going to show you some fun like you've never seen before," he murmured, backing her against the lift wall. His fingers immediately went to the hem of her skirt, the fabric rustling as he pushed it up high on her hips. He grasped her bottom tightly with one hand and with the other, he struggled briefly before he managed to loosen his belt and undo the button and zip of his trousers, freeing his straining erection. His trousers slid noiselessly down his legs, and he exhaled sharply as he lifted Pansy onto him.
"Ooh, yes. This is fun," she breathed.
Pansy braced one hand on the railing of the lift and let the other grasp the hair at the base of his neck, pulling his lips to crash with hers, White noise filled her ears, all she saw, all she felt, all she knew was him, over and over and over again. Her head rocked back with a wave of pleasure, and as it ebbed, she brushed her hair from her face, opening her eyes, and they immediately focused on him.
His eyes.
Watching her.
It was his favorite thing to do, after all. Well, it was up there at the top of the list. Her chocolate brown eyes held his in a penetrating gaze, and he felt as if she could see inside his very soul and surprisingly, it wasn't uncomfortable. Increasing his pace, he lifted her higher and tighter against him, his legs straining against the exertion, but his body was filled with glorious sensation and all he could feel was mind-numbing elation, all because of the witch he was watching. He smiled lazily as he noticed that Pansy's cries were increasing in volume, and he nipped at her neck as she threw her head back in a throaty moan.
Even if she wanted to, she wouldn't have been able to stop the shouts filling the enclosed space. Her body jerked violently against his and the air left her lungs in a rush. Gasping, her world exploded into a million tiny shards in an instant, making her fingers and toes tingle, and her skin flush with warmth. His mouth found hers once more and this time the kisses were sweeter, more tender, a familiar end to their love making.
He released her and she slid down the wall, easing her skirt back over her hips. He had just finished buckling his belt as the lift doors opened, and they ran headlong into an old witch walking her intensely yippy terrier, Poopsy.
"Oh! My dear child," the witch said in a cooing voice to Cormac, "you haven't stopped by for so long! And I made my special meatballs last week, too!"
Pansy pressed her lips together and placed a hand over her mouth, stifling a laugh. Poopsy yapped at Cormac's feet enthusiastically.
Cormac placed a kiss on the older woman's extended hand. "I promise I'll stop by sometime soon, Mrs. Hildebrand," he managed, forcing a polite smile to his face.
She smiled and shuffled past he and Pansy and onto the lift. "Such a good boy you are, Cormac. I can't wait to see your uncle again and tell him so."
Pansy laughed outright, tears seeping from her eyes. In a hushed whisper Pansy breathed in his ear, "If she'd got to us thirty seconds before, she would have seen how good you really are."
The doors of the lift closed and Cormac turned to Pansy with a grin on his face. "Can you imagine? That might have given her nightmares," he said.
Pansy scoffed. "More like naughty dreams. She wishes she could get shagged on a lift by such a 'dear child'," Pansy said though laughter.
"Pansy," Cormac admonished, with a smile.
"No, you'd probably give her a heart attack," Pansy said through a renewed fit of giggles.
"Come off it! Now I'm going to need a lobe removed. Thanks, doll." He wrapped an arm around her waist and led her to his apartment. He opened the door, tossed Pansy over his shoulder gently and crossed the threshold. "Prepare yourself for round two," he said as he kicked the door shut. He laughed in response to her delighted squeal as he carried her down the hallway to his bedroom where he placed her softly on his bed. He collapsed beside her and said, "As soon as things stop spinning, that is."
Pansy closed her eyes and willed the walls to stop moving. Putting her hand on Cormac's middle, she wondered, "I know. What do they put in that stuff?"
Her eyes still closed, she began unbuttoning his shirt one-handed, threading the buttons through the holes, hand trailing along the exposed flesh underneath. She cracked open one eye and was relieved that there was only one of him, and that the walls had stopped their moving about. Pansy smiled. "Didn't know I was this talented, did you, darling?"
"You continue to amaze me." His eyes widened as she slowly crawled down his body and began to work on his belt with her teeth. "Not that I'm complaining," he added.
*****
Pansy stirred beneath the blanket that covered her, unsure of exactly where she was. Cracking an eye open, she saw the dark colored walls of Cormac's bedroom, and sighed. Alright, that's good. At least I'm safe.
She frowned mightily; someone should have closed the curtains, because the sunlight streaming through them was preventing her from opening her eyes properly. She smelled coffee coming from the general direction of the doorway, and thought that might be worth getting up for. Stretching languidly, she sat up, smiling at the fact that she had nothing at all on. She slid out of the bed and, wrinkling her nose at last night's outfit, picked up Cormac's dress shirt that had been tossed on the floor, rolling up the French cuffs and doing up a few of the buttons.
She rubbed her eyes sleepily and yawned, walking slowly, the polished hardwood floors cold on her bare feet. Pansy was trying to find her way to the coffee smell when strong arms came from behind her and encircled her waist.
"Morning," he said affectionately. "I was hoping you'd wake up before I had to leave for work." He nuzzled her neck, his pulse quickening as he breathed in the combined scents from his shirt and the woman wearing it. "You are far too appealing for words. Are you trying to make me late?"
She smiled, turning in his arms and laying her head against his chest. "Making you late might be fun," she said sleepily. Tipping her face up, she kissed his neck and wrapped her arms around him. "But you need to go keep the world safe, right?"
"Mmm, that probably should be my priority this morning."
Pansy let him move her into the kitchen and she sat down at his table, pulling her knees up to her chin. Smiling as he handed her a cup of steaming black liquid, she murmured, "Oh, you're a very nice man."
"You're surprisingly easy to please."
She sipped her coffee and decided to ignore that remark. "Oh, darling? There's a party later this month that I need an escort for. Quidditch players' something. A society event. Music, food, dancing. Might be fun. Would you like to go?"
"Let's see," he said, looking thoughtful. "As your escort, I'd demand some kind of payment," he said, taking her coffee cup from her hands after she had had a drink. "And I'm sorry, but I'd demand payment up front--and in full."
Pansy laughed. Nice to know I haven't lost my appeal, even without glamour charms, she thought, letting him pull her close. "You drive a hard bargain, but I think your payment can be negotiated. The Ministry might have to wait another hour for your arrival, however," she said, looking up at him and placing soft kisses along the line of his newly shaven jaw.
"Late it is, then," he said as he led Pansy back to his bedroom. "You are the best currency ever, doll."
{Summary: Pansy and Cormac get drunk. Pansy hires his services and she pays with 'Pansy currency'.}
Cormac watched Pansy as she refilled their glasses and thought not for the first time this evening how beautiful the witch sitting next to him was. "No idea, doll." He smiled at her, the furrow in her brow as she thought about the size of the glasses completely endeared her to him, and it was with a start that he realized he was feeling a bit tipsy. "I do know that you're the most bloody amazing witch I've ever known," he said truthfully.
She smiled at him and bit her lip playfully. "I bet you say that to all the girls who pour sake for you," she said, trying to stifle another giggle but failing miserably.
"Only the beautiful ones," he teased.
A contemplative expression on her face, she said, "I think this stuff is stronger than Firewhisky, even." Pansy looked up at Cormac, her nose now centimetres from his. "Oooh! D'you think that's why they make the cups tiny?"
"That must be it," he said intently, the way only a drunk person can. "You," Cormac started, "are entirely too smart." He leaned forward and kissed her mostly on the mouth. "I like my woman smart, you know."
"Shhh," she admonished. "I don't like for men to know I'm smart. It scares them away."
He smiled widely and slurred, "I won't tell. It'll be our secret."
"That's what I like about you, darling," she said, snuggling up closer to him. "You can keep a secret." Trailing her fingers along the lined of his bicep, she purred, "You're all Gryffindor-y and brave on the outside, but I like to think you've got a Slytherin center." She leaned her head up and kissed his neck, right above his collar. "Yummy."
"You certainly are," he agreed. "Shall we go? I'd like to have my after-dinner Slytherin now." He smiled as he felt her hand moving up his thigh. "Because Slytherin through and through trumps yummy any day." He looked at Pansy, her eyes closed, and her head resting on his shoulder. "I don't think I can apparate. How're you?"
"No. No squeezing right now. Not good."
"We could walk back to my place. The bed's tiny, but it beats being splinched."
"Mmm. You're going to take me to your home?" she asked, looking at him through heavy eyelids, sighing. "Like your flat. Dark. Charming. Classic. Very you."
Cormac settled the check and helped Pansy on with her cloak. "Off we go." He took her arm and they made their way out of the restaurant with a somewhat steady gait. The sky was clear and the moon was nearing full and as they crossed the small foot bridge in the park, they were both too drunk to notice the moon's reflection in the water and the way it lit their faces till they almost shined.
"I haven't been to your flat in ages," Pansy mused. "Why is that, do you think?" She looked up at him, barely resisting the urge to stop them right there and kiss the stubble long the line of his jaw.
His bright blue eyes were caught in her gaze. "Hmm?" he asked, distracted. "Not sure. Smallish. No elf?" he offered, not turning his face away from hers.
They entered the main lobby of the building, nodded to the doorman and talked quietly while waiting for a lift.
"Hm," she replied. "Elves travel, you know. Go where I go. And I have an extra, now, anyway."
The lift bell sounded and Pansy looked at the people exiting and blinked. She appeared to be seeing double. Surely I haven't had that much to drink, she thought, pressing her fingers to her eyes briefly. When she opened them, there were still two Indian girls looking back at her.
"Pansy," Parvati began cautiously. "Lovely to see you."
"Cormac. Pansy," Padma said as she offered up a small smile.
"There are two of you," Pansy said, relieved.
Parvati shot a look at Padma. "Yes, there are," she replied, clearly amused.
"For a little over twenty years now," Padma said, smiling in agreement.
"But what are you two doing here?" Cormac asked, befuddled.
Pretty please?
Padma, adopting the tone she used while speaking with confused clients, answered slowly, "We live here. In this very building. For going on two years now." She resisted the urge to roll her eyes at Parvati.
"Guess what? So do I!" He could hear himself being overly exuberant and cheerful, but he couldn't stop it. "We're neighbors? Well what do you know?"
Parvati bit her lip to keep from giggling. "Well, now I know we're neighbors?" she asked, laughing outright.
Pansy looked from the two girls to Cormac. "Listen this is all very lovely, I'm sure, but I'd really like to maybe have a nap. Or something."
Cormac's attention was brought rapidly back to Pansy, still warm and lovely at his side. "Yes. I'd like some of that too," he answered while pulling her closer against him. "Goodbye, twin girls," he said over his shoulder as he pulled Pansy with him onto the lift.
Parvati looked at Padma. "Who would've thought, eh?"
"Interesting couple," she agreed.
Once the elevator doors closed, Pansy smiled seductively up at Cormac. Moving toward him slowly, her hands raised to unknot his tie. "You are so much fun," she said, giving the corner of his mouth a kiss.
Cormac caught her clumsily in his grasp and returned the kiss enthusiastically. "I'm going to show you some fun like you've never seen before," he murmured, backing her against the lift wall. His fingers immediately went to the hem of her skirt, the fabric rustling as he pushed it up high on her hips. He grasped her bottom tightly with one hand and with the other, he struggled briefly before he managed to loosen his belt and undo the button and zip of his trousers, freeing his straining erection. His trousers slid noiselessly down his legs, and he exhaled sharply as he lifted Pansy onto him.
"Ooh, yes. This is fun," she breathed.
Pansy braced one hand on the railing of the lift and let the other grasp the hair at the base of his neck, pulling his lips to crash with hers, White noise filled her ears, all she saw, all she felt, all she knew was him, over and over and over again. Her head rocked back with a wave of pleasure, and as it ebbed, she brushed her hair from her face, opening her eyes, and they immediately focused on him.
His eyes.
Watching her.
It was his favorite thing to do, after all. Well, it was up there at the top of the list. Her chocolate brown eyes held his in a penetrating gaze, and he felt as if she could see inside his very soul and surprisingly, it wasn't uncomfortable. Increasing his pace, he lifted her higher and tighter against him, his legs straining against the exertion, but his body was filled with glorious sensation and all he could feel was mind-numbing elation, all because of the witch he was watching. He smiled lazily as he noticed that Pansy's cries were increasing in volume, and he nipped at her neck as she threw her head back in a throaty moan.
Even if she wanted to, she wouldn't have been able to stop the shouts filling the enclosed space. Her body jerked violently against his and the air left her lungs in a rush. Gasping, her world exploded into a million tiny shards in an instant, making her fingers and toes tingle, and her skin flush with warmth. His mouth found hers once more and this time the kisses were sweeter, more tender, a familiar end to their love making.
He released her and she slid down the wall, easing her skirt back over her hips. He had just finished buckling his belt as the lift doors opened, and they ran headlong into an old witch walking her intensely yippy terrier, Poopsy.
"Oh! My dear child," the witch said in a cooing voice to Cormac, "you haven't stopped by for so long! And I made my special meatballs last week, too!"
Pansy pressed her lips together and placed a hand over her mouth, stifling a laugh. Poopsy yapped at Cormac's feet enthusiastically.
Cormac placed a kiss on the older woman's extended hand. "I promise I'll stop by sometime soon, Mrs. Hildebrand," he managed, forcing a polite smile to his face.
She smiled and shuffled past he and Pansy and onto the lift. "Such a good boy you are, Cormac. I can't wait to see your uncle again and tell him so."
Pansy laughed outright, tears seeping from her eyes. In a hushed whisper Pansy breathed in his ear, "If she'd got to us thirty seconds before, she would have seen how good you really are."
The doors of the lift closed and Cormac turned to Pansy with a grin on his face. "Can you imagine? That might have given her nightmares," he said.
Pansy scoffed. "More like naughty dreams. She wishes she could get shagged on a lift by such a 'dear child'," Pansy said though laughter.
"Pansy," Cormac admonished, with a smile.
"No, you'd probably give her a heart attack," Pansy said through a renewed fit of giggles.
"Come off it! Now I'm going to need a lobe removed. Thanks, doll." He wrapped an arm around her waist and led her to his apartment. He opened the door, tossed Pansy over his shoulder gently and crossed the threshold. "Prepare yourself for round two," he said as he kicked the door shut. He laughed in response to her delighted squeal as he carried her down the hallway to his bedroom where he placed her softly on his bed. He collapsed beside her and said, "As soon as things stop spinning, that is."
Pansy closed her eyes and willed the walls to stop moving. Putting her hand on Cormac's middle, she wondered, "I know. What do they put in that stuff?"
Her eyes still closed, she began unbuttoning his shirt one-handed, threading the buttons through the holes, hand trailing along the exposed flesh underneath. She cracked open one eye and was relieved that there was only one of him, and that the walls had stopped their moving about. Pansy smiled. "Didn't know I was this talented, did you, darling?"
"You continue to amaze me." His eyes widened as she slowly crawled down his body and began to work on his belt with her teeth. "Not that I'm complaining," he added.
*****
Pansy stirred beneath the blanket that covered her, unsure of exactly where she was. Cracking an eye open, she saw the dark colored walls of Cormac's bedroom, and sighed. Alright, that's good. At least I'm safe.
She frowned mightily; someone should have closed the curtains, because the sunlight streaming through them was preventing her from opening her eyes properly. She smelled coffee coming from the general direction of the doorway, and thought that might be worth getting up for. Stretching languidly, she sat up, smiling at the fact that she had nothing at all on. She slid out of the bed and, wrinkling her nose at last night's outfit, picked up Cormac's dress shirt that had been tossed on the floor, rolling up the French cuffs and doing up a few of the buttons.
She rubbed her eyes sleepily and yawned, walking slowly, the polished hardwood floors cold on her bare feet. Pansy was trying to find her way to the coffee smell when strong arms came from behind her and encircled her waist.
"Morning," he said affectionately. "I was hoping you'd wake up before I had to leave for work." He nuzzled her neck, his pulse quickening as he breathed in the combined scents from his shirt and the woman wearing it. "You are far too appealing for words. Are you trying to make me late?"
She smiled, turning in his arms and laying her head against his chest. "Making you late might be fun," she said sleepily. Tipping her face up, she kissed his neck and wrapped her arms around him. "But you need to go keep the world safe, right?"
"Mmm, that probably should be my priority this morning."
Pansy let him move her into the kitchen and she sat down at his table, pulling her knees up to her chin. Smiling as he handed her a cup of steaming black liquid, she murmured, "Oh, you're a very nice man."
"You're surprisingly easy to please."
She sipped her coffee and decided to ignore that remark. "Oh, darling? There's a party later this month that I need an escort for. Quidditch players' something. A society event. Music, food, dancing. Might be fun. Would you like to go?"
"Let's see," he said, looking thoughtful. "As your escort, I'd demand some kind of payment," he said, taking her coffee cup from her hands after she had had a drink. "And I'm sorry, but I'd demand payment up front--and in full."
Pansy laughed. Nice to know I haven't lost my appeal, even without glamour charms, she thought, letting him pull her close. "You drive a hard bargain, but I think your payment can be negotiated. The Ministry might have to wait another hour for your arrival, however," she said, looking up at him and placing soft kisses along the line of his newly shaven jaw.
"Late it is, then," he said as he led Pansy back to his bedroom. "You are the best currency ever, doll."
{Summary: Pansy and Cormac get drunk. Pansy hires his services and she pays with 'Pansy currency'.}