Drabble: Smoking
Title: Smoking
Word Count and Rating: 400 (4 x 100), PG-13
Pairing: Pansy/Millicent
Notes: For prompt #51 French/France at slytherin100. This my the first series of interconnected drabbles and my first HP femmeslash, too.
Millicent gagged and coughed hard.
“Honestly, Millie!” Irritated, Pansy used the edge of her robe to dry her face. “At least turn your head.”
Still coughing, Millicent made apologetic gestures, waving the cigarette-one of a half-pack of French fags rolled in pretty pastel papers that was given to Pansy by one of the Beauxbatons girls-through the air.
Pansy plucked it away and took a drag. “Like this, see?” She exhaled. “Not so deep.”
“Why do I want to learn this, exactly?” Millicent's voice was like gravel.
Pansy grinned. “So you can be cool like me, of course.”
~*~
“Are you even inhaling?” Millicent demanded.
“Yes, I'm inhaling. Watch.” Pansy contorted her mouth and blew out a lopsided blob of smoke, smiling as if it had been a perfect ring. “I still think you're taking in too much.”
Millicent tried again and glared at Pansy for rolling her eyes when she coughed. “Well, how am I supposed to know if I'm doing it right?”
“Um, not choking will be a big clue.”
“Thanks for the tip.” Millicent thrust the cigarette at Pansy.
“Look, Millie, it's like this.” Pansy pressed her lips against Millicent's, breathing smoke into her open mouth.
~*~
Millicent was still and silent as a statue.
Pansy sat back and licked her lips. “See? No choking.” Nervously, she took another drag.
After a moment, Millicent admitted, “I forgot to breathe.”
“Ah,” Pansy shrugged. “I guess it was a pointless exercise.”
“We could try again.” Millicent sounded calm.
Pansy examined her carefully, but other than the blush on her cheeks and tightly-laced fingers in her lap, Millicent was impassive. “Really?”
“I could learn this.” She smiled when Pansy inched closer. “I want to learn this.”
“Are we still talking about smoking?” Pansy whispered.
“No,” and she kissed her.
~*~
Ten years later, Pansy smiled as Millicent climbed into bed. She leaned close but jerked back at an unmistakable odor. “Oh, Millie. Not again.”
“I'm sorry.” Defeated, Millicent fell back onto her pillow.
“But the potion...” Millicent had just taken the expensive Fumeur potion, imported from France.
“It didn't work. Nothing works.” She had tried one anti-smoking product after another.
Pansy squeezed her hand. “Just keep trying.”
She glared up at Pansy. “Why was so easy for you to quit?”
“Probably because I usually didn't inhale.” She barely had time to squeal before Millicent pummeled her with the pillow.
Word Count and Rating: 400 (4 x 100), PG-13
Pairing: Pansy/Millicent
Notes: For prompt #51 French/France at slytherin100. This my the first series of interconnected drabbles and my first HP femmeslash, too.
Millicent gagged and coughed hard.
“Honestly, Millie!” Irritated, Pansy used the edge of her robe to dry her face. “At least turn your head.”
Still coughing, Millicent made apologetic gestures, waving the cigarette-one of a half-pack of French fags rolled in pretty pastel papers that was given to Pansy by one of the Beauxbatons girls-through the air.
Pansy plucked it away and took a drag. “Like this, see?” She exhaled. “Not so deep.”
“Why do I want to learn this, exactly?” Millicent's voice was like gravel.
Pansy grinned. “So you can be cool like me, of course.”
~*~
“Are you even inhaling?” Millicent demanded.
“Yes, I'm inhaling. Watch.” Pansy contorted her mouth and blew out a lopsided blob of smoke, smiling as if it had been a perfect ring. “I still think you're taking in too much.”
Millicent tried again and glared at Pansy for rolling her eyes when she coughed. “Well, how am I supposed to know if I'm doing it right?”
“Um, not choking will be a big clue.”
“Thanks for the tip.” Millicent thrust the cigarette at Pansy.
“Look, Millie, it's like this.” Pansy pressed her lips against Millicent's, breathing smoke into her open mouth.
~*~
Millicent was still and silent as a statue.
Pansy sat back and licked her lips. “See? No choking.” Nervously, she took another drag.
After a moment, Millicent admitted, “I forgot to breathe.”
“Ah,” Pansy shrugged. “I guess it was a pointless exercise.”
“We could try again.” Millicent sounded calm.
Pansy examined her carefully, but other than the blush on her cheeks and tightly-laced fingers in her lap, Millicent was impassive. “Really?”
“I could learn this.” She smiled when Pansy inched closer. “I want to learn this.”
“Are we still talking about smoking?” Pansy whispered.
“No,” and she kissed her.
~*~
Ten years later, Pansy smiled as Millicent climbed into bed. She leaned close but jerked back at an unmistakable odor. “Oh, Millie. Not again.”
“I'm sorry.” Defeated, Millicent fell back onto her pillow.
“But the potion...” Millicent had just taken the expensive Fumeur potion, imported from France.
“It didn't work. Nothing works.” She had tried one anti-smoking product after another.
Pansy squeezed her hand. “Just keep trying.”
She glared up at Pansy. “Why was so easy for you to quit?”
“Probably because I usually didn't inhale.” She barely had time to squeal before Millicent pummeled her with the pillow.