Leigh!fic- Fallen Angel (1/1)- Harry Potter/Pansy Parkinson
Title: Fallen Angel(1/1)
Author: Leigh, aka leigh_adams
Characters: Harry Potter/Pansy Parkinson
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 238
Summary: In the darkness, Pansy was his fallen angel; debauched and spread across his desk.
Author's Notes: This was written for last week's offering at hp_humpdrabbles. The prompt was Teeth by Lady Gaga.
Skintight thigh-high leather boots.
A green silk dress that splayed dangerously over her white thighs, failing spectacularly in its job of keeping her covered.
In the darkness, her teeth gleamed; shining as they were bared in a small, triumphant smile.
Pansy Parkinson was temptation, an angel cast out from Heaven to fall on his desk for his pleasure. Harry would have cursed his luck were he not so damned infatuated with her body. The pug-faced girl who'd taunted him at Hogwarts had a vixen's body and the mindset of a seductress. She knew how to make him shudder in ecstasy and could undo him with one crook of her perfectly-manicured finger.
Sprawled across the polished mahogany surface as she was, Harry sent a small prayer to whatever deity might be listening for the thoughts running through his mind were far from pure.
The stiletto heel of one of her boots pressed into his shoulder, urging him to his knees. It was their game; give and take. Submit and dominate.
Bottle-green eyes rolled up the line of her body to find her face. Her blue eyes were hooded, framed by long, sweeping lashes, but the look that lay within those orbs sent a jolt of desire straight to his crotch.
"Please me," she murmured breathily.
The answering drag of his teeth across her inner thigh sent a shiver of desire through her, prompting a low moan from his temptress.
In the dark, Harry smiled.
Author: Leigh, aka leigh_adams
Characters: Harry Potter/Pansy Parkinson
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 238
Summary: In the darkness, Pansy was his fallen angel; debauched and spread across his desk.
Author's Notes: This was written for last week's offering at hp_humpdrabbles. The prompt was Teeth by Lady Gaga.
Skintight thigh-high leather boots.
A green silk dress that splayed dangerously over her white thighs, failing spectacularly in its job of keeping her covered.
In the darkness, her teeth gleamed; shining as they were bared in a small, triumphant smile.
Pansy Parkinson was temptation, an angel cast out from Heaven to fall on his desk for his pleasure. Harry would have cursed his luck were he not so damned infatuated with her body. The pug-faced girl who'd taunted him at Hogwarts had a vixen's body and the mindset of a seductress. She knew how to make him shudder in ecstasy and could undo him with one crook of her perfectly-manicured finger.
Sprawled across the polished mahogany surface as she was, Harry sent a small prayer to whatever deity might be listening for the thoughts running through his mind were far from pure.
The stiletto heel of one of her boots pressed into his shoulder, urging him to his knees. It was their game; give and take. Submit and dominate.
Bottle-green eyes rolled up the line of her body to find her face. Her blue eyes were hooded, framed by long, sweeping lashes, but the look that lay within those orbs sent a jolt of desire straight to his crotch.
"Please me," she murmured breathily.
The answering drag of his teeth across her inner thigh sent a shiver of desire through her, prompting a low moan from his temptress.
In the dark, Harry smiled.