French Flirtation
Title: French Flirtation Fifi!Draco verse #30
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Fifi!Draco
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Sex, role playing, cross dressing
Additional warning: Author is not responsible for underage readers. Mind the rating and warning(s).
Word count: 1075
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for: Birthday gift for salviohexiia, who asked for Fifi!Draco
Summary: As promised, Harry takes Fifi to dinner.
Harry straightened his tie and knocked on the door of Fifi's flat. He felt as nervous and bashful as he had the first time he'd taken Draco to dinner, and Harry grinned at himself. He was no longer young and shy, so it was surprising that he felt this way.
Harry couldn't wait to see what his maid would be wearing for their dinner date. He raised his hand to knock once more, but the door opened before he could touch it. Harry peered inside. "Hello?"
There was no reply.
Harry stepped through the door and closed it behind him. He resolved to wait patiently in the foyer for Fifi. Harry had seen several unworn cocktail dresses in the maid's spacious closet, and he wondered which gown Fifi would choose to wear.
After an interminable wait, Harry's maid appeared. Fifi was wearing a short black dress with a modest neckline. The hem was above the knee, but not scandalously so. The maid was wearing black stockings, high-heeled black shoes, and a diamond choker that had been a gift from Harry. Harry felt a surge of possessive pride on seeing it.
Fifi tossed a garment at Harry and said, "Would you assist me with my wrap, M'sieur?"
"Certainly, my dear," Harry said gallantly. As the maid turned away, Harry's jaw dropped. Where the neckline of Fifi's gown was modest, the back was completely scandalous. It plunged so low that Harry would have sworn he could see the upper curve of Fifi's luscious arse.
"You can't wear this out in public!" Harry hissed.
"Do not be absurd, M'sieur," said Fifi. "My dress is quite fashionable."
"But-"
"You promised to take me to dinner, M'sieur."
Harry knew when he was whipped. "Very well, Fifi," he sighed. He swung the wrap over his maid's shoulders, making sure that Fifi was decently covered.
"You 'ave made reservations, non?"
"We have reservations at the Square in Mayfair," said Harry. From the sudden gleam in Fifi's eyes, he could tell he'd made the right choice. Harry offered his arm to his maid. "Shall we?"
~*~
Harry used minor magic so that he and Fifi wouldn't draw too much attention from the other diners at the Square. They were seated by a fussy maitre d' and handed a wine list. Harry made sure Fifi's back was to the wall, not wanting anyone else to ogle the porcelain perfection of his maid's bare skin. Harry wasn't sure how he was to survive dinner when he was already aroused and aching.
"What will you be having, M'sieur?"
You, Harry wanted to say. Instead, he clutched at his civility and said, "Why don't you order for us?"
When their waiter arrived, Fifi placed their order in flawless French. Harry suspected some flirting was going on as well, but he didn't know what the two of them were saying. Nevertheless, he scowled at Fifi when the waiter left.
"Do you not approve of my selections, M'sieur?"
"I do not approve of you flirting with the waiter," growled Harry.
Fifi merely smirked at him before saying, "Tell me about your day, M'sieur."
Harry soon found himself amusing his maid with anecdotes about his coworkers and the various cases they were working on. Fifi laughed at the appropriate moments, and it made Harry realize he should go out to dinner more often. He resolved to take Draco for a relaxing meal as soon as possible.
After dinner, Fifi wanted to linger over dessert, and Harry found himself growing impatient. He couldn't wait to get his lovely maid home and strip that naughty black dress off of Fifi. Harry wondered what sort of knickers his maid was wearing beneath it. He leaned over the table and quietly asked, "What are you wearing under your dress, Fifi?"
"Nothing, M'sieur."
Harry nearly spilled his glass of wine. He set it down and called for their waiter. "Bring us our cheque," he said.
~*~
Harry almost splinched them in his haste to Apparate home. He removed Fifi's wrap and flung it over the back of the sofa.
"Dinner was lovely, M'sieur," said Fifi. "Merci."
"It's time for dessert," Harry said, reaching for his maid.
"We had dessert at the restaurant," Fifi hedged, sidling away.
Harry was having none of it. He grabbed Fifi and tumbled the maid to the sofa.
"M'sieur!" squeaked Fifi.
Harry silenced his maid's protest with a passionate snog. When Fifi was arching against him like a cat, Harry sat up and pushed his maid's hem up. Fifi hadn't been lying. All Harry saw was naked flesh. He groaned and fell on his maid, eager to satisfy his raging lust.
Harry kissed and petted his maid everywhere he could reach. Fifi eventually pushed him away long enough to remove the black cocktail dress. Harry used the interval to shrug out of his suit jacket and open his flies. Fifi reclined on the sofa once more, wearing only thigh-high silk stockings, a pair of high heels, and a diamond choker.
Harry's rational mind shut down, and he nudged his hips between his maid's legs. His questing cock found Fifi's entrance, slick and ready for him, and Harry thrust forward smoothly.
"Ooh, M'sieur!"
"Fifi, you are a naughty tart."
"Oui, M'sieur."
"I should spank you for not wearing knickers."
"Oui, M'sieur!"
Harry decided to save his breath for later. He concentrated on the incredible sensation of shagging his maid. Fifi was hot and eager under him, and tight and slippery around him, and Harry was in danger of blowing his load before he'd barely begun. "Touch yourself," he ordered gruffly.
Fifi worked a hand between them, and Harry felt his maid indulge in some self-pleasuring. Harry began to thrust faster.
"Harry, oh..."
"I want to feel you come for me," Harry said, hips pumping rhythmically.
"Fuck, Harry, fuck!"
At the first hard spasms around his cock, Harry lost himself in the moment, too. "Draco!" he gasped, pulsing inside of his boyfriend. They slumped together on the sofa while their breaths calmed.
Harry was feeling quite content with his lot in life until he thought to ask, "What were you saying to our waiter at the Square?"
Draco's slumberous gray eyes sharpened with mischief. He grinned and said, "I told him I wasn't wearing any knickers."
Fancy Dress