Fic: Friday Afternoon | Percy Weasley/Penelope Clearwater | PG-13
Title: Friday Afternoon
Characters: Penelope Clearwater/Percy Weasley
Word Count: 500
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Sexy times.
Summary: Penelope and Percy begin the weekend with a bang.
Author's Notes: A bit of fluff that I wrote for hp_humpdrabbles last week-ish. I do so enjoy Penelope taking advantage of her ginger nerd. :D
The clock had been moving dreadfully slow, Penelope mourned as she aimlessly shuffled paper across her desk. Her eyes were glued to the vexing time piece perched on the wall, willing it to move more quickly. If it didn't strike four o'clock soon, she was certain to go mad. How was a person expected to do paperwork on a beautiful--if her office window was telling her the truth--Friday afternoon? No one, that was who, and only a superior work ethic had kept her in her seat all day.
Her mind ran rampant with ideas of what one could do on a day like this. All of them included being in compromising positions with a certain ginger wizard that worked down the corridor. A certain ginger wizard that had instituted some ridiculous rule about not shagging in the office. Honestly, should she have to suffer for his inability to set a proper Silencing Charm?
When the tiny hand ticked into place, she was gone. No assistant with last minute messages or boss looking for someone to torture could stop her. Fellow co-workers elbowed and wrestled their way toward the fireplaces but none had quite Penelope's fervor; she practically flung herself in before the Floo powder.
She landed in her flat, sooty and free.
Dropping her briefcase with little regard for it's contents, she moved into her home, discarding garments as she went. First the pumps, then her Ministry robes. Her suit jacket landed somewhere in the vicinity of the couch and her skirt was left next to the kitchen counter until she was left in nothing but stockings and slip.
She was finishing a glass of wine when the fireplace flared again, spitting out a tall, lean, and ruffled figure.
Percy eyed the mess she'd made of the living room with resigned acceptance, carefully placing his briefcase on the side table. "I see you're wasting no time. Rough day, love?"
"You've no idea," she replied as she approached him, a woman on a mission. "This 'no office sex' rule is doing irreparable damage to my mental health, Percy."
"Oh?" he asked, eyes widening in surprise as she matter-of-factly relieved him of his belt. It hit the floor with a satisfying thud. "I'm terribly sorry to hear that."
"You should be." His work robes fell to the floor.
His lips twitched as she loosened his tie, revealing how very not sorry he was if it led to being accosted like this.
"It's just very unprofessional, Penelope." He toed off his shoes and waved her off the buttons of his shirt before she popped more off. "People were talking." He made a point of folding the shirt before dropping it on a chair.
"Bugger them."
"I'd rather you."
She laughed. "Oh, he's cheeky now, is he? Maybe if he's a very very good boy, one day his wish will come true."
Grinning now, Percy leaned in for a kiss, his hands creeping under her slip to explore, savoring the feel of soft flesh. "And what must I do to be a 'good boy'?"
She groaned as clever fingers went to work beneath her knickers. "To start? That."
"And then?"
"Drop trou and do me."
Characters: Penelope Clearwater/Percy Weasley
Word Count: 500
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Sexy times.
Summary: Penelope and Percy begin the weekend with a bang.
Author's Notes: A bit of fluff that I wrote for hp_humpdrabbles last week-ish. I do so enjoy Penelope taking advantage of her ginger nerd. :D
The clock had been moving dreadfully slow, Penelope mourned as she aimlessly shuffled paper across her desk. Her eyes were glued to the vexing time piece perched on the wall, willing it to move more quickly. If it didn't strike four o'clock soon, she was certain to go mad. How was a person expected to do paperwork on a beautiful--if her office window was telling her the truth--Friday afternoon? No one, that was who, and only a superior work ethic had kept her in her seat all day.
Her mind ran rampant with ideas of what one could do on a day like this. All of them included being in compromising positions with a certain ginger wizard that worked down the corridor. A certain ginger wizard that had instituted some ridiculous rule about not shagging in the office. Honestly, should she have to suffer for his inability to set a proper Silencing Charm?
When the tiny hand ticked into place, she was gone. No assistant with last minute messages or boss looking for someone to torture could stop her. Fellow co-workers elbowed and wrestled their way toward the fireplaces but none had quite Penelope's fervor; she practically flung herself in before the Floo powder.
She landed in her flat, sooty and free.
Dropping her briefcase with little regard for it's contents, she moved into her home, discarding garments as she went. First the pumps, then her Ministry robes. Her suit jacket landed somewhere in the vicinity of the couch and her skirt was left next to the kitchen counter until she was left in nothing but stockings and slip.
She was finishing a glass of wine when the fireplace flared again, spitting out a tall, lean, and ruffled figure.
Percy eyed the mess she'd made of the living room with resigned acceptance, carefully placing his briefcase on the side table. "I see you're wasting no time. Rough day, love?"
"You've no idea," she replied as she approached him, a woman on a mission. "This 'no office sex' rule is doing irreparable damage to my mental health, Percy."
"Oh?" he asked, eyes widening in surprise as she matter-of-factly relieved him of his belt. It hit the floor with a satisfying thud. "I'm terribly sorry to hear that."
"You should be." His work robes fell to the floor.
His lips twitched as she loosened his tie, revealing how very not sorry he was if it led to being accosted like this.
"It's just very unprofessional, Penelope." He toed off his shoes and waved her off the buttons of his shirt before she popped more off. "People were talking." He made a point of folding the shirt before dropping it on a chair.
"Bugger them."
"I'd rather you."
She laughed. "Oh, he's cheeky now, is he? Maybe if he's a very very good boy, one day his wish will come true."
Grinning now, Percy leaned in for a kiss, his hands creeping under her slip to explore, savoring the feel of soft flesh. "And what must I do to be a 'good boy'?"
She groaned as clever fingers went to work beneath her knickers. "To start? That."
"And then?"
"Drop trou and do me."