Leigh!fic | Three's A Party (1/1) | Roxanne Weasley/OMC/OFC
Title: Three's A Party (1/1)
Author: Leigh, aka leigh_adams
Characters: Roxanne Weasley/OMC/OFC
Rating: R
Word Count: 500
Summary: Rose would have referred to it as an 'orgy.' Her little cousin had always been a bit of a prude.
Author’s Notes: Written earlier this summer for hp_humpdrabbles using this picture.
Roxanne surveyed the lavishly decorated room through hooded eyes, a half-empty glass of champagne held loosely in her hand. The party -- as Patricia Summerby would be sure to mention over tea tomorrow -- was already a smashing success. Barely an hour in, and already inhibitions were lowered substantially. Though considering the bar for moral standards was set about ankle level, that wasn't saying much.
It wasn't the sort of place she was known to frequent. Then again, between both the unspoken rules and the signed confidentiality contracts, none of the attendees were known participants in such activities. She'd heard about it from Dominique, who had heard about it from Victoire. It was all the rage in Paris -- sex parties. Perfect for the single girl looking for a night of fun.
Rose would have referred to it as an 'orgy.' Her little cousin had always been a bit of a prude. And while Roxanne was by no means the easiest girl around (that was more Lily Luna's territory), she enjoyed sex. It was hardly a crime against humanity.
She didn't attend the parties often, but they were a good outlet for her energy. With her job as a Ministry barrister, it left little time for things like having a real social life -- and the idea of a steady partner was out of the question.
Her gaze flickered to her cousin, recognizable despite the domino mask atop her nose and disheveled lingerie. The blonde perched atop another woman's lap, her hand caressing a pink nipple as her partner's hand moved inside Dom's knickers.
Roxanne's lips curled. It never took her half-Veela cousin long to find willing partners -- women and men.
She felt a hand trail across her shoulder. Flickering her eyes upward, the curl of her lips turned feline in pleasure at the handsome man standing behind her chaise longue. She didn't know his name (which was the point; she technically wasn't supposed to know Dominique's name), but she'd seen him before. Very tall, very handsome, always in a well-tailored suit and black half-mask with devil's horns.
It'd be a lie to say she hadn't dreamed about peeling that suit from his body. She'd thought about it; oh, had she. When she touched herself at night, it was his hands she imagined touching her.
The redhead at his side was interesting -- and beautiful. She smiled seductively and gave a little finger wave.
Roxanne returned the smile. She knew the picture she presented; creamy skin the color of cafe au lait, framed in blue silk to match her blue eyes. "Hello there, handsome."
Her potential partner smiled, a brief flash of brilliantly white teeth. "Good evening. My partner," he glanced at the redhead, who nodded coquettishly, "and I were wondering if you might join us upstairs?"
"I could think of nothing I'd like better." She finished her champagne in one long sip and rose, placing her hand in his outstretched one. "Lead the way."
Author: Leigh, aka leigh_adams
Characters: Roxanne Weasley/OMC/OFC
Rating: R
Word Count: 500
Summary: Rose would have referred to it as an 'orgy.' Her little cousin had always been a bit of a prude.
Author’s Notes: Written earlier this summer for hp_humpdrabbles using this picture.
Roxanne surveyed the lavishly decorated room through hooded eyes, a half-empty glass of champagne held loosely in her hand. The party -- as Patricia Summerby would be sure to mention over tea tomorrow -- was already a smashing success. Barely an hour in, and already inhibitions were lowered substantially. Though considering the bar for moral standards was set about ankle level, that wasn't saying much.
It wasn't the sort of place she was known to frequent. Then again, between both the unspoken rules and the signed confidentiality contracts, none of the attendees were known participants in such activities. She'd heard about it from Dominique, who had heard about it from Victoire. It was all the rage in Paris -- sex parties. Perfect for the single girl looking for a night of fun.
Rose would have referred to it as an 'orgy.' Her little cousin had always been a bit of a prude. And while Roxanne was by no means the easiest girl around (that was more Lily Luna's territory), she enjoyed sex. It was hardly a crime against humanity.
She didn't attend the parties often, but they were a good outlet for her energy. With her job as a Ministry barrister, it left little time for things like having a real social life -- and the idea of a steady partner was out of the question.
Her gaze flickered to her cousin, recognizable despite the domino mask atop her nose and disheveled lingerie. The blonde perched atop another woman's lap, her hand caressing a pink nipple as her partner's hand moved inside Dom's knickers.
Roxanne's lips curled. It never took her half-Veela cousin long to find willing partners -- women and men.
She felt a hand trail across her shoulder. Flickering her eyes upward, the curl of her lips turned feline in pleasure at the handsome man standing behind her chaise longue. She didn't know his name (which was the point; she technically wasn't supposed to know Dominique's name), but she'd seen him before. Very tall, very handsome, always in a well-tailored suit and black half-mask with devil's horns.
It'd be a lie to say she hadn't dreamed about peeling that suit from his body. She'd thought about it; oh, had she. When she touched herself at night, it was his hands she imagined touching her.
The redhead at his side was interesting -- and beautiful. She smiled seductively and gave a little finger wave.
Roxanne returned the smile. She knew the picture she presented; creamy skin the color of cafe au lait, framed in blue silk to match her blue eyes. "Hello there, handsome."
Her potential partner smiled, a brief flash of brilliantly white teeth. "Good evening. My partner," he glanced at the redhead, who nodded coquettishly, "and I were wondering if you might join us upstairs?"
"I could think of nothing I'd like better." She finished her champagne in one long sip and rose, placing her hand in his outstretched one. "Lead the way."