Leigh!fic | Trainwreck (1/1) | Julian Vaisey/Penelope Clearwater
Title: Trainwreck (1/1)
Author: Leigh, aka leigh_adams
Characters: Julian Vaisey/Penelope Clearwater
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 350
Summary: She'd fight it to her dying breath, but a part of Penelope liked Julian's dark side.
Author’s Notes: Written for this week's posting at hp_humpdrabbles.
Penleope didn’t like the hidden ledgers. The late night meetings. The fact that his nightclubs masked a prolific trafficking ring. And she hated the fact that she was powerless to stop him. She’d tried -- and they all knew how well that had worked out for everyone.
Julian Vaisey deserved to be Azkaban. She knew about the ailhotsy trafficking, but Merlin only knew what else he was handling.
Before she’d known, she’d just thought he was a successful businessman. A smooth talker, very much an enigma, but normal -- or at least as normal as any Slytherin could be. Handsome, intelligent, and very well dressed. (She’d always had a weakness for a man in a well-tailored suit). Nothing afoul there.
But after...
She had tried to fight it. It was wrong with a capital ‘W.’ He was breaking Ministry law and smirking all the while, and there was nothing she could do. She had caught him doing dirty work.
And despite her morals, the black and white lens through which she’d always viewed the world, she couldn’t help but like it a little.
It was something she tried and tried again to deny -- even to herself. Especially to herself.
But she’d seen him in a different light after finding out the truth. Penelope knew what his intentions were, and even though she’d had no intention of becoming Julian Vaisey’s Dark Mistress of Evil, it had just... happened.
When her hand reached for his belt, his lips teasing her with feather-soft kisses on her throat, she was powerless to stop him. The sensible, moral barrister disappeared to be replaced by a woman -- a sensual, powerful being who wanted nothing more than to embrace her lover and just be. He grounded her, making her feel more than just a passenger in her own body. When he was inside her, making her scream his name, she couldn’t -- wouldn’t -- fight him.
It was unnatural. Immoral. Wanton.
But Penelope liked it.
Author: Leigh, aka leigh_adams
Characters: Julian Vaisey/Penelope Clearwater
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 350
Summary: She'd fight it to her dying breath, but a part of Penelope liked Julian's dark side.
Author’s Notes: Written for this week's posting at hp_humpdrabbles.
Penleope didn’t like the hidden ledgers. The late night meetings. The fact that his nightclubs masked a prolific trafficking ring. And she hated the fact that she was powerless to stop him. She’d tried -- and they all knew how well that had worked out for everyone.
Julian Vaisey deserved to be Azkaban. She knew about the ailhotsy trafficking, but Merlin only knew what else he was handling.
Before she’d known, she’d just thought he was a successful businessman. A smooth talker, very much an enigma, but normal -- or at least as normal as any Slytherin could be. Handsome, intelligent, and very well dressed. (She’d always had a weakness for a man in a well-tailored suit). Nothing afoul there.
But after...
She had tried to fight it. It was wrong with a capital ‘W.’ He was breaking Ministry law and smirking all the while, and there was nothing she could do. She had caught him doing dirty work.
And despite her morals, the black and white lens through which she’d always viewed the world, she couldn’t help but like it a little.
It was something she tried and tried again to deny -- even to herself. Especially to herself.
But she’d seen him in a different light after finding out the truth. Penelope knew what his intentions were, and even though she’d had no intention of becoming Julian Vaisey’s Dark Mistress of Evil, it had just... happened.
When her hand reached for his belt, his lips teasing her with feather-soft kisses on her throat, she was powerless to stop him. The sensible, moral barrister disappeared to be replaced by a woman -- a sensual, powerful being who wanted nothing more than to embrace her lover and just be. He grounded her, making her feel more than just a passenger in her own body. When he was inside her, making her scream his name, she couldn’t -- wouldn’t -- fight him.
It was unnatural. Immoral. Wanton.
But Penelope liked it.