Leigh!fic- Dirty Little Liar (1/1)- Neville Longbottom/Pansy Parkinson
Title: Dirty Little Liar (1/1)
Author: Leigh, aka leigh_adams
Characters: Neville Longbottom/Pansy Parkinson
Rating: R
Word Count: 431
Summary: "I don't love you."
Author’s Notes: Written for hp_humpdrabbles . The prompt was 'Pansy Parkinson.'
Neville had been unlike any of her former lovers. He'd been gentle, caring, truly considerate. He didn't care that her father was a former Death Eater or that she was a blood purist. He didn't want her family's money or standing in society. His blood was just as pure as hers was, and while his social stature wasn't as high as hers, he was wealthy in his own right.
No, he just wanted her. And that had been an entirely new concept.
His eyes were dark as he looked up the naked line of her body, the knowledge that the pleasure to be had would soon be his written in the cobalt orbs. Pansy trembled beneath his hands, and she slid her hands into his hair as he trailed his lips over her stomach.
"Neville, oh," she gasped when his tongue slipped between her legs, circling her sensitive nub. He was relentless, and his hands held on tight to her hips as he continued to torment and tease. It overwhelmed her senses, making it hard for her to focus on anything but the overwhelming pleasure he was giving her.
He pulled back slightly, just enough to be noticeable, and pressed a chaste kiss right below her navel. "Come for me, Pansy," he murmured before he took her swollen nub between his lips and sucked, hard.
Pansy screamed as her climax crashed over her, her back arching off the bed as her body shuddered. She was so caught up in the waves of pleasure that she didn't notice he'd moved over her until he was inside her, thrusting into her wet heat.
Opening her eyes, her breath caught at the desire and sheer want pooling there, and she was lost.
It hadn't been enough, though. Neville had been her first- and only- love, but in the end, not even love could save her from what she had to do. Part of her had died the last time she'd seen him. The despair, the hurt, the anger, and ultimately, the disbelief, had shone through despite her words- he had never been able to keep his emotions off of his face- and it nearly killed her to say those words to him.
"I don't love you."
And as she walked down the aisle towards Draco, all their family and 'friends' present to witness the happy- or so it seemed- nuptials, she suddenly realized that, out of all the things she'd done, all the pain she'd caused, all the lies she told, telling Neville Longbottom that she didn't love him was the worst of them all.
Author: Leigh, aka leigh_adams
Characters: Neville Longbottom/Pansy Parkinson
Rating: R
Word Count: 431
Summary: "I don't love you."
Author’s Notes: Written for hp_humpdrabbles . The prompt was 'Pansy Parkinson.'
Neville had been unlike any of her former lovers. He'd been gentle, caring, truly considerate. He didn't care that her father was a former Death Eater or that she was a blood purist. He didn't want her family's money or standing in society. His blood was just as pure as hers was, and while his social stature wasn't as high as hers, he was wealthy in his own right.
No, he just wanted her. And that had been an entirely new concept.
His eyes were dark as he looked up the naked line of her body, the knowledge that the pleasure to be had would soon be his written in the cobalt orbs. Pansy trembled beneath his hands, and she slid her hands into his hair as he trailed his lips over her stomach.
"Neville, oh," she gasped when his tongue slipped between her legs, circling her sensitive nub. He was relentless, and his hands held on tight to her hips as he continued to torment and tease. It overwhelmed her senses, making it hard for her to focus on anything but the overwhelming pleasure he was giving her.
He pulled back slightly, just enough to be noticeable, and pressed a chaste kiss right below her navel. "Come for me, Pansy," he murmured before he took her swollen nub between his lips and sucked, hard.
Pansy screamed as her climax crashed over her, her back arching off the bed as her body shuddered. She was so caught up in the waves of pleasure that she didn't notice he'd moved over her until he was inside her, thrusting into her wet heat.
Opening her eyes, her breath caught at the desire and sheer want pooling there, and she was lost.
It hadn't been enough, though. Neville had been her first- and only- love, but in the end, not even love could save her from what she had to do. Part of her had died the last time she'd seen him. The despair, the hurt, the anger, and ultimately, the disbelief, had shone through despite her words- he had never been able to keep his emotions off of his face- and it nearly killed her to say those words to him.
"I don't love you."
And as she walked down the aisle towards Draco, all their family and 'friends' present to witness the happy- or so it seemed- nuptials, she suddenly realized that, out of all the things she'd done, all the pain she'd caused, all the lies she told, telling Neville Longbottom that she didn't love him was the worst of them all.