"Sweet Surrender" (Pansy/Daphne)
Title: Sweet Surrender
Author: arjd
Prompt: F4 Clothes getting soaked in the rain
Prompt submitted by: gamma_x_orionis
Pairing(s): Pansy/Daphne
Word Count: ~1000
Rating: R
Warning(s): mention of past underage, minor D/s
Disclaimer:Harry Potter characters are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Notes:
Summary: Daphne never thought it would rain today.
They'd been caught out; Daphne never thought it would rain today. It was overcast, but she had forgotten her umbrella. She always forgot her umbrella; she hadn't expected the weather to turn really, anyway. It had been overcast for days, the way it often was in autumn.
She met Pansy in a café at noon, immaculately dressed in a pencil skirt, blouse and jacket, makeup perfect, and hair sleek and smooth; as well-presented as she had ever been.
They made small talk for a while; it had been over a year since they had seen each other but nothing had really happened to Daphne in the interim - except Draco and Astoria, of course. Pansy was utterly incensed about that, but it wasn't Daphne's fault. As the older sister, their parents had wanted to marry her to Draco, but she had talked them out of it. Thank Merlin, because Pansy was spitting mad, and Daphne never wanted to be on the wrong side of Pansy's ire. From what she could gather, it wasn't so much the fact that Pansy wanted Draco, but she didn't want anyone else to have him, either.
As she sipped her latte Daphne watched Pansy's lipsticked mouth move, bright red, enunciating every word perfectly while managing to keep up a constant, rapid stream of language, most of it rude. She had a filthy mouth, Pansy, and Daphne had known her use it to great effect.
After their coffees (Pansy had two double espressos; no wonder she was so full of energy) they decided on a stroll around the park before Pansy's afternoon hair appointment. Daphne was still mostly silent; Pansy talked enough for the both of them and she suspected that was why they had always got on so well. She was just happy to listen to the sound of Pansy's voice. She seemed so knowledgeable, and always talked of interesting things, currently the trip she had taken to Bulgaria with one of her beaus. Pansy's heels crushed the red and gold leaves with satisfying crunching noises.
It was then that the heavens opened. There was no warning, just a sudden downpouring of rain, huge droplets that stung Daphne's skin where they landed. They were soaked in seconds. Pansy's smooth, sleek hair became bedraggled, and her eye makeup began to run. She'd never looked so beautiful.
"Oh, fuck," she cursed with that red mouth.
Daphne could see her building across the street, much closer than any of the cafes. She pointed to it. "Would you like to borrow my umbrella?" she offered. "My new flat is just over the road."
Pansy didn't even answer, just grabbed her arm and steered her across the street, ignoring the honks of the cars they stepped in front of. Daphne fumbled for her keys somewhere at the bottom of her bag, digging around amidst perfume, makeup, and other items, some of which she didn't even recognise.
Finally, they were in. Pansy's heels clicked on the tiled floor of the entrance hall, but the water in Daphne's ballet pumps just made an odd squishing sound when she moved, and rain droplets falling from their skin and hair splattered on the tiles. They left puddles behind them as they walked.
"It's just upstairs," she said, pushing soaked hair out of her face.
Pansy led the way up the flight of stairs and down a corridor to the flat, with directions given by Daphne. She held out her hand imperiously for the keys, and Daphne wordlessly handed her the right one. She didn't know why she let Pansy take charge like this, always had, even back in Hogwarts when Pansy had been the leader of their little gang of Slytherins. It was just easy to let someone else take control, and went perfectly with Daphne's docile nature. That was why she hated living on her own; there was nobody to tell her to get up, get dressed, tidy up.
"I'm sorry it's such a mess," she said, pushing past Pansy and starting to stack dirty bowls, plates and mugs to take them over to the kitchen-diner. She set them down on the kitchen worktop. "The umbrella's just in the cupboard…" She turned around to find Pansy holding up a large pair of knickers between her thumb and forefinger, eyebrow raised. Daphne's sentence was left unfinished.
"Really, Daph?"
Daphne sputtered. She couldn't believe she'd left her dirty knickers in the lounge, of all places. "Well, it's not like anybody even sees my underwear these days, so I may as well be comfy," she said defensively. "Do you want the umbrella, or…"
Pansy sighed. "And what are you wearing today? Nothing like that, I hope."
Daphne blushed. "I…"
"No," said Pansy. "Let me see. Forget about the umbrella, Daphne. We both know that's not what I'm here for."
This is what Daphne had been hoping for all this time, the secret desire that had been kindling in her chest ever since she had received Pansy's owl to arrange a meeting.
"These clothes are wet anyway," said Pansy authoritatively, pulling Daphne in closer, pushing her cardigan back off her shoulders, and peeling her top off. They had done this before, so many times in the Slytherin dorms, but Daphne had wondered if it was just exploration, as teenage girls do; and given how much Pansy talked about the men she was seeing she had assumed that Pansy no longer felt that way about her. But she was, and always had been, putty in Pansy's manicured hands. "I think I'll wait out the storm here; it should be much more pleasant than sitting in a café on my own." Pansy ran an appraising eye over Daphne's bra. "Not bad, Daph. Did you make an effort just for me?"
Daphne blushed, again.
Pansy stripped them both, and their wet hair dripped over their naked bodies. Daphne's bed was cluttered, but Pansy shoved everything onto the floor, and although it had been years since they had felt one another's touch, their bodies remembered, and desired, and Daphne surrendered once again to Pansy, just how she liked it.
fin
Author: arjd
Prompt: F4 Clothes getting soaked in the rain
Prompt submitted by: gamma_x_orionis
Pairing(s): Pansy/Daphne
Word Count: ~1000
Rating: R
Warning(s): mention of past underage, minor D/s
Disclaimer:Harry Potter characters are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Notes:
Summary: Daphne never thought it would rain today.
They'd been caught out; Daphne never thought it would rain today. It was overcast, but she had forgotten her umbrella. She always forgot her umbrella; she hadn't expected the weather to turn really, anyway. It had been overcast for days, the way it often was in autumn.
She met Pansy in a café at noon, immaculately dressed in a pencil skirt, blouse and jacket, makeup perfect, and hair sleek and smooth; as well-presented as she had ever been.
They made small talk for a while; it had been over a year since they had seen each other but nothing had really happened to Daphne in the interim - except Draco and Astoria, of course. Pansy was utterly incensed about that, but it wasn't Daphne's fault. As the older sister, their parents had wanted to marry her to Draco, but she had talked them out of it. Thank Merlin, because Pansy was spitting mad, and Daphne never wanted to be on the wrong side of Pansy's ire. From what she could gather, it wasn't so much the fact that Pansy wanted Draco, but she didn't want anyone else to have him, either.
As she sipped her latte Daphne watched Pansy's lipsticked mouth move, bright red, enunciating every word perfectly while managing to keep up a constant, rapid stream of language, most of it rude. She had a filthy mouth, Pansy, and Daphne had known her use it to great effect.
After their coffees (Pansy had two double espressos; no wonder she was so full of energy) they decided on a stroll around the park before Pansy's afternoon hair appointment. Daphne was still mostly silent; Pansy talked enough for the both of them and she suspected that was why they had always got on so well. She was just happy to listen to the sound of Pansy's voice. She seemed so knowledgeable, and always talked of interesting things, currently the trip she had taken to Bulgaria with one of her beaus. Pansy's heels crushed the red and gold leaves with satisfying crunching noises.
It was then that the heavens opened. There was no warning, just a sudden downpouring of rain, huge droplets that stung Daphne's skin where they landed. They were soaked in seconds. Pansy's smooth, sleek hair became bedraggled, and her eye makeup began to run. She'd never looked so beautiful.
"Oh, fuck," she cursed with that red mouth.
Daphne could see her building across the street, much closer than any of the cafes. She pointed to it. "Would you like to borrow my umbrella?" she offered. "My new flat is just over the road."
Pansy didn't even answer, just grabbed her arm and steered her across the street, ignoring the honks of the cars they stepped in front of. Daphne fumbled for her keys somewhere at the bottom of her bag, digging around amidst perfume, makeup, and other items, some of which she didn't even recognise.
Finally, they were in. Pansy's heels clicked on the tiled floor of the entrance hall, but the water in Daphne's ballet pumps just made an odd squishing sound when she moved, and rain droplets falling from their skin and hair splattered on the tiles. They left puddles behind them as they walked.
"It's just upstairs," she said, pushing soaked hair out of her face.
Pansy led the way up the flight of stairs and down a corridor to the flat, with directions given by Daphne. She held out her hand imperiously for the keys, and Daphne wordlessly handed her the right one. She didn't know why she let Pansy take charge like this, always had, even back in Hogwarts when Pansy had been the leader of their little gang of Slytherins. It was just easy to let someone else take control, and went perfectly with Daphne's docile nature. That was why she hated living on her own; there was nobody to tell her to get up, get dressed, tidy up.
"I'm sorry it's such a mess," she said, pushing past Pansy and starting to stack dirty bowls, plates and mugs to take them over to the kitchen-diner. She set them down on the kitchen worktop. "The umbrella's just in the cupboard…" She turned around to find Pansy holding up a large pair of knickers between her thumb and forefinger, eyebrow raised. Daphne's sentence was left unfinished.
"Really, Daph?"
Daphne sputtered. She couldn't believe she'd left her dirty knickers in the lounge, of all places. "Well, it's not like anybody even sees my underwear these days, so I may as well be comfy," she said defensively. "Do you want the umbrella, or…"
Pansy sighed. "And what are you wearing today? Nothing like that, I hope."
Daphne blushed. "I…"
"No," said Pansy. "Let me see. Forget about the umbrella, Daphne. We both know that's not what I'm here for."
This is what Daphne had been hoping for all this time, the secret desire that had been kindling in her chest ever since she had received Pansy's owl to arrange a meeting.
"These clothes are wet anyway," said Pansy authoritatively, pulling Daphne in closer, pushing her cardigan back off her shoulders, and peeling her top off. They had done this before, so many times in the Slytherin dorms, but Daphne had wondered if it was just exploration, as teenage girls do; and given how much Pansy talked about the men she was seeing she had assumed that Pansy no longer felt that way about her. But she was, and always had been, putty in Pansy's manicured hands. "I think I'll wait out the storm here; it should be much more pleasant than sitting in a café on my own." Pansy ran an appraising eye over Daphne's bra. "Not bad, Daph. Did you make an effort just for me?"
Daphne blushed, again.
Pansy stripped them both, and their wet hair dripped over their naked bodies. Daphne's bed was cluttered, but Pansy shoved everything onto the floor, and although it had been years since they had felt one another's touch, their bodies remembered, and desired, and Daphne surrendered once again to Pansy, just how she liked it.
fin