Leigh!fic | Like A Nympho (1/1) | Percy Weasley/Gabrielle Delacour
Title: Like A Nympho (1/1)
Author: Leigh, aka leigh_adams
Characters: Percy Weasley/Gabrielle Delacour
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 200
Summary: "You, Gabrielle Delacour, are a nymphomaniac."
Author’s Notes: Written for posting at hp_humpdrabbles. I really should stop pulling drabble titles from rap songs...
Percy was exhausted.
Over the past twenty-four hours, he'd had more sex than he could remember having in the past two years. It hadn't started that way (he was a gentlemen; he asked a lady to dinner first), but the results had been the same. By the time they'd arrived back at his flat, her knickers were on the floor and her legs had been wrapped tight around his waist. He'd pushed her against the wall and taken her, barely lasting thirty seconds before he'd spilled his release into her.
But Gabrielle wasn't finished with him. Far from it.
In the living room, she'd pushed him back against the sofa and ridden him until his eyes crossed. They'd had sex in every room of his flat, twice in some -- including his bedroom. By the time he'd collapsed on top of her, he wasn't sure he had the strength to roll over.
"You," he muttered, "are a nymphomaniac."
Gabrielle laughed that light, sparkling laugh of hers and ran her nails across his bare arse. And damn his body's betrayal, he started to stir in arousal again. "Eet just means I am liking to fuck as much as a man."
Author: Leigh, aka leigh_adams
Characters: Percy Weasley/Gabrielle Delacour
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 200
Summary: "You, Gabrielle Delacour, are a nymphomaniac."
Author’s Notes: Written for posting at hp_humpdrabbles. I really should stop pulling drabble titles from rap songs...
Percy was exhausted.
Over the past twenty-four hours, he'd had more sex than he could remember having in the past two years. It hadn't started that way (he was a gentlemen; he asked a lady to dinner first), but the results had been the same. By the time they'd arrived back at his flat, her knickers were on the floor and her legs had been wrapped tight around his waist. He'd pushed her against the wall and taken her, barely lasting thirty seconds before he'd spilled his release into her.
But Gabrielle wasn't finished with him. Far from it.
In the living room, she'd pushed him back against the sofa and ridden him until his eyes crossed. They'd had sex in every room of his flat, twice in some -- including his bedroom. By the time he'd collapsed on top of her, he wasn't sure he had the strength to roll over.
"You," he muttered, "are a nymphomaniac."
Gabrielle laughed that light, sparkling laugh of hers and ran her nails across his bare arse. And damn his body's betrayal, he started to stir in arousal again. "Eet just means I am liking to fuck as much as a man."