Leigh!fic- Le Choix (1/1)- Julian Vaisey/Penelope Clearwater
Title: Le Choix (1/1)
Author: Leigh, aka leigh_adams
Characters: Julian Vaisey/Penelope Clearwater
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 500
Summary: "You're free to leave me, Penelope. But do not deceive me."
Author's Notes: This was written for hp_humpdrabbles. The prompt was the Moulin Rouge. This drabble falls in the series along with these two untitled J/P drabbles and Revenge. It was also inspired by El Tango de Roxanne
There was a chill in the November night air as Penelope hurried from the Apparition point down the Boulevard de Clichy towards the familiar red windmill. Though it was well past midnight, the streets of Pigalle were still alive with revelers. Prostitutes, pimps, tourists, and a wide array of other children of the underworld littered the streets, touting their wares.
It was fitting that Julian had chosen this place for his latest business venture.
She shouldn't be here, not with Cedric's scent still fresh on her skin. It wasn't fair to him- to them- the way she played this game. Always caught between two men; safe, unwavering Cedric and dangerous, magnetic Julian.
She was admitted into the nightclub without question and escorted upstairs to his private office overlooking the dancehall. Edmund was standing guard, as usual, and let her in with a small nod and a hint of a smile.
His back was to her, giving her a moment to admire the way his tailored suit fit perfectly across his shoulders, how his Italian leather shoes were unblemished by marks. Julian Vaisey was beautiful.
He was also ruthless, manipulative, and extremely dangerous. Penelope would know; she'd once tried to play his game to little avail.
For a long moment, silence hung over the room. It was eerie, causing little goose bumps to rise on the back of her neck. She was about to speak, to break the ice, when he finally acknowledged her presence.
"What do you want, Penelope?"
Her lips pursed in annoyance as she ignored his question. "Why must you always act as if I'm a bother to you?"
Julian turned to face her, and the look in his eyes gave her chills and made her breath catch in her throat. In all their years together, all their many nights spent coaxing passion from each other's bodies, she'd never felt the intensity she felt now. It made it hard to think.
"You show up at three in the morning after a night in Diggory's bed, and you take umbrage with my question?" he queried, his voice low.
Penelope faltered slightly. She had never mentioned her relationship with Cedric to Julian, but it didn't surprise her that he knew. He always knew.
He took a few steps across the room and reached out, firm grip on her waist pulling her to him.
"You're free to leave me, Penelope," he murmured, "but do not try and deceive me."
His proximity called to mind countless nights; his hands on her skin, his body pressing hers into the bed. Hot kisses and sharp bites, comingled pants and moans as they moved towards ecstasy together. Cedric was a good man, but he had never been able to coax the same response from her body that Julian could.
Reaching up to cup her chin, he ran his thumb over her lower lip, green gaze heavy on hers.
"Make your choice."
There was no thought, only reaction as she reached up to fist her hands in his hair and bring his lips to hers in a bruising kiss.
Author: Leigh, aka leigh_adams
Characters: Julian Vaisey/Penelope Clearwater
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 500
Summary: "You're free to leave me, Penelope. But do not deceive me."
Author's Notes: This was written for hp_humpdrabbles. The prompt was the Moulin Rouge. This drabble falls in the series along with these two untitled J/P drabbles and Revenge. It was also inspired by El Tango de Roxanne
There was a chill in the November night air as Penelope hurried from the Apparition point down the Boulevard de Clichy towards the familiar red windmill. Though it was well past midnight, the streets of Pigalle were still alive with revelers. Prostitutes, pimps, tourists, and a wide array of other children of the underworld littered the streets, touting their wares.
It was fitting that Julian had chosen this place for his latest business venture.
She shouldn't be here, not with Cedric's scent still fresh on her skin. It wasn't fair to him- to them- the way she played this game. Always caught between two men; safe, unwavering Cedric and dangerous, magnetic Julian.
She was admitted into the nightclub without question and escorted upstairs to his private office overlooking the dancehall. Edmund was standing guard, as usual, and let her in with a small nod and a hint of a smile.
His back was to her, giving her a moment to admire the way his tailored suit fit perfectly across his shoulders, how his Italian leather shoes were unblemished by marks. Julian Vaisey was beautiful.
He was also ruthless, manipulative, and extremely dangerous. Penelope would know; she'd once tried to play his game to little avail.
For a long moment, silence hung over the room. It was eerie, causing little goose bumps to rise on the back of her neck. She was about to speak, to break the ice, when he finally acknowledged her presence.
"What do you want, Penelope?"
Her lips pursed in annoyance as she ignored his question. "Why must you always act as if I'm a bother to you?"
Julian turned to face her, and the look in his eyes gave her chills and made her breath catch in her throat. In all their years together, all their many nights spent coaxing passion from each other's bodies, she'd never felt the intensity she felt now. It made it hard to think.
"You show up at three in the morning after a night in Diggory's bed, and you take umbrage with my question?" he queried, his voice low.
Penelope faltered slightly. She had never mentioned her relationship with Cedric to Julian, but it didn't surprise her that he knew. He always knew.
He took a few steps across the room and reached out, firm grip on her waist pulling her to him.
"You're free to leave me, Penelope," he murmured, "but do not try and deceive me."
His proximity called to mind countless nights; his hands on her skin, his body pressing hers into the bed. Hot kisses and sharp bites, comingled pants and moans as they moved towards ecstasy together. Cedric was a good man, but he had never been able to coax the same response from her body that Julian could.
Reaching up to cup her chin, he ran his thumb over her lower lip, green gaze heavy on hers.
"Make your choice."
There was no thought, only reaction as she reached up to fist her hands in his hair and bring his lips to hers in a bruising kiss.