Leigh!fic- Insatiable (1/1)- Ron Weasley/Pansy Parkinson
Title: Insatiable (1/1)
Author: Leigh, aka leigh_adams
Characters: Ron Weasley/Pansy Parkinson
Rating: R
Word Count: 500
Summary: Pansy loved Ron's hands.
Author's Notes: This was written for hp_humpdrabbles. The prompt was Insatiable by Darren Hayes.
Breathe in breathe out, there is no sound
Pansy loved Ron’s hands. They were large, warm, calloused from his work as an Auror. The strength that slid underneath his freckled skin was titillating, but it was the gentleness, the reverence with which he touched her that made her breath catch in her throat. When he put his hands on her, it was as if he were shielding her from all the evils of the outside world.
Nothing mattered anymore. Nothing but the two of them.
His blue eyes, usually so alight with amusement- and occasionally bewilderment- seemed to darken to navy when she let her dress fall to the bare wooden floor of his bedroom. It didn’t matter how many times they came together like this, he always looked as if he were seeing her- truly seeing her- for the first time.
We move together up and down
"Merlin, Pans," he rasped, his voice low in his throat as she took a step towards him. She knew the look in his eyes well; it was part desire and part worship, mingled about in the dark blue orbs.
Pansy reached out and cupped his cheek, drawing his gaze from her smooth stomach up to her face. Her words were soft, yet forceful as she let them fall from her lips.
"Put your hands on me, Ronald."
Another thing she loved about Ron was the fact that he needed zero encouragement to do as she asked. Immediately, his hands sought out her hips, fingertips playing idly with the lace of her knickers as he sank to his knees in front of her. She was unable to hold back a soft shudder when he pressed his warm lips to her navel, leaving a sucking kiss in their wake.
"Beautiful," he murmured, rolling his gaze up to meet hers.
We levitate, our bodies soar
Long fingers fisted in his unruly red locks, holding his lips to her skin as Ron continued his exploration of her body. His hands drew her knickers down her legs, slowly, sensually until they pooled about her feet. He was so close, so close to where she wanted to be touched, and the grip on his hair tightened, a silent command.
"Beautiful," he rasped again, nuzzling her inner thighs before his warm, wet tongue darted out to drag between her folds.
Pansy cried out then, throwing her head back in pleasure as he lapped and licked at her core. It was perfect, it was torture, it was pure pleasure; what he did to her, the reactions he wrought from her body were too amazing to be real. Already, her legs were beginning to shake, and she wasn't sure how much longer she would be able to stand on her own accord.
When the low, warm beginnings of her climax began to emanate out from her core, she moaned his name, lusty and loud. Her trembling legs finally gave way, and she crumbled in a heap of pleasure into his waiting arms.
She opened her eyes to look into his desire-darkened ones, and her heart fluttered at what she saw there.
"Can't get enough of you," he murmured as he lifted her up off the floor to carry her back to the bedroom.
Our feet don't even touch the floor...
Author: Leigh, aka leigh_adams
Characters: Ron Weasley/Pansy Parkinson
Rating: R
Word Count: 500
Summary: Pansy loved Ron's hands.
Author's Notes: This was written for hp_humpdrabbles. The prompt was Insatiable by Darren Hayes.
Breathe in breathe out, there is no sound
Pansy loved Ron’s hands. They were large, warm, calloused from his work as an Auror. The strength that slid underneath his freckled skin was titillating, but it was the gentleness, the reverence with which he touched her that made her breath catch in her throat. When he put his hands on her, it was as if he were shielding her from all the evils of the outside world.
Nothing mattered anymore. Nothing but the two of them.
His blue eyes, usually so alight with amusement- and occasionally bewilderment- seemed to darken to navy when she let her dress fall to the bare wooden floor of his bedroom. It didn’t matter how many times they came together like this, he always looked as if he were seeing her- truly seeing her- for the first time.
We move together up and down
"Merlin, Pans," he rasped, his voice low in his throat as she took a step towards him. She knew the look in his eyes well; it was part desire and part worship, mingled about in the dark blue orbs.
Pansy reached out and cupped his cheek, drawing his gaze from her smooth stomach up to her face. Her words were soft, yet forceful as she let them fall from her lips.
"Put your hands on me, Ronald."
Another thing she loved about Ron was the fact that he needed zero encouragement to do as she asked. Immediately, his hands sought out her hips, fingertips playing idly with the lace of her knickers as he sank to his knees in front of her. She was unable to hold back a soft shudder when he pressed his warm lips to her navel, leaving a sucking kiss in their wake.
"Beautiful," he murmured, rolling his gaze up to meet hers.
We levitate, our bodies soar
Long fingers fisted in his unruly red locks, holding his lips to her skin as Ron continued his exploration of her body. His hands drew her knickers down her legs, slowly, sensually until they pooled about her feet. He was so close, so close to where she wanted to be touched, and the grip on his hair tightened, a silent command.
"Beautiful," he rasped again, nuzzling her inner thighs before his warm, wet tongue darted out to drag between her folds.
Pansy cried out then, throwing her head back in pleasure as he lapped and licked at her core. It was perfect, it was torture, it was pure pleasure; what he did to her, the reactions he wrought from her body were too amazing to be real. Already, her legs were beginning to shake, and she wasn't sure how much longer she would be able to stand on her own accord.
When the low, warm beginnings of her climax began to emanate out from her core, she moaned his name, lusty and loud. Her trembling legs finally gave way, and she crumbled in a heap of pleasure into his waiting arms.
She opened her eyes to look into his desire-darkened ones, and her heart fluttered at what she saw there.
"Can't get enough of you," he murmured as he lifted her up off the floor to carry her back to the bedroom.
Our feet don't even touch the floor...