HP: Pansy/Daphne (PG-13)
Title: Mine
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Pansy Parkinson/Daphne Greengrass
Word Count: 406
Summary: A little picture of the afterglow...
Notes: This is all because I started the HMS Bad Girls ship thread over at Fictionalley.org. Fear me.
Daphne rested her head on Pansy’s bare stomach, her chestnut hair fanning across the pale skin. She traced her fingers over Pansy’s left arm, trailing them from elbow to wrist. Pansy frowned down at her, nibbling worriedly at her lower lip. She reached out and ran her fingers through Daphne’s hair. It was soft and silky in her hands and so damn familiar.
It was times like this that Pansy was thankful they were both in Slytherin. Besides the fact that they probably wouldn’t have become friends, they shared a dormitory. Pansy could put her bitchiness to good use and kick out the rest of the girls for a little one-on-one time with Daphne. She leaned back against the headboard and sighed. Why did life have to be so difficult? She could spend the rest of her days lying here in the afterglow, casually threading her fingers through Daphne’s dark hair. Instead, she had decisions to make.
Daphne turned her head and looked up at Pansy. Her green eyes showed concern, and she pouted slightly. She pushed herself up on her elbows and kissed Pansy’s stomach. The she tilted her head and pressed an openmouthed kiss to Pansy’s left arm. She licked at the exposed flesh, tracing circles with her tongue. Daphne blew across Pansy’s arm, causing her to shiver and let out a tiny, breathy moan. “I know why you’re not going to join them,” Daphne murmured, her lips never leaving Pansy’s arm.
“Why?” Pansy asked. She held her breath, wondering what superior knowledge Daphne possessed. Why would her parents let her make her own decision? They certainly never had before.
“Because this arm,” Daphne said as she ran her hand over Pansy’s arm, “this skin,” she kissed the pale skin, “and this body,” she bit down, hard on Pansy’s arm, “They all belong to me.” She knelt up, studying her work. “There,” she told Pansy with a smirk, “I already marked you. There’s no room for anything else.” Pansy stared down at her left arm. Tentatively, she touched the bite mark; a prefect impression of Daphne’s teeth.
“Yours,” she said with a smile. She pulled the other girl to her, capturing her mouth in a kiss. Daphne straddled her lap and reached up to grasp Pansy’s shoulders.
“Mine,” she whispered against Pansy’s lips. She kissed her again, forcibly this time, and decided that she would do all she could to keep it that way.
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Pansy Parkinson/Daphne Greengrass
Word Count: 406
Summary: A little picture of the afterglow...
Notes: This is all because I started the HMS Bad Girls ship thread over at Fictionalley.org. Fear me.
Daphne rested her head on Pansy’s bare stomach, her chestnut hair fanning across the pale skin. She traced her fingers over Pansy’s left arm, trailing them from elbow to wrist. Pansy frowned down at her, nibbling worriedly at her lower lip. She reached out and ran her fingers through Daphne’s hair. It was soft and silky in her hands and so damn familiar.
It was times like this that Pansy was thankful they were both in Slytherin. Besides the fact that they probably wouldn’t have become friends, they shared a dormitory. Pansy could put her bitchiness to good use and kick out the rest of the girls for a little one-on-one time with Daphne. She leaned back against the headboard and sighed. Why did life have to be so difficult? She could spend the rest of her days lying here in the afterglow, casually threading her fingers through Daphne’s dark hair. Instead, she had decisions to make.
Daphne turned her head and looked up at Pansy. Her green eyes showed concern, and she pouted slightly. She pushed herself up on her elbows and kissed Pansy’s stomach. The she tilted her head and pressed an openmouthed kiss to Pansy’s left arm. She licked at the exposed flesh, tracing circles with her tongue. Daphne blew across Pansy’s arm, causing her to shiver and let out a tiny, breathy moan. “I know why you’re not going to join them,” Daphne murmured, her lips never leaving Pansy’s arm.
“Why?” Pansy asked. She held her breath, wondering what superior knowledge Daphne possessed. Why would her parents let her make her own decision? They certainly never had before.
“Because this arm,” Daphne said as she ran her hand over Pansy’s arm, “this skin,” she kissed the pale skin, “and this body,” she bit down, hard on Pansy’s arm, “They all belong to me.” She knelt up, studying her work. “There,” she told Pansy with a smirk, “I already marked you. There’s no room for anything else.” Pansy stared down at her left arm. Tentatively, she touched the bite mark; a prefect impression of Daphne’s teeth.
“Yours,” she said with a smile. She pulled the other girl to her, capturing her mouth in a kiss. Daphne straddled her lap and reached up to grasp Pansy’s shoulders.
“Mine,” she whispered against Pansy’s lips. She kissed her again, forcibly this time, and decided that she would do all she could to keep it that way.