The Pleasures of London - NC-17 - BtVS/HP - Giles/Narcissa
Title: The Pleasures of London
Author: Vesica
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 200
The Porn Battle (Best of Three) Fandom, Pairing & Prompt: Crossover: Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Harry Potter, Giles/Narcissa, wonder
tthdrabbles Challenge: #47: Inclement Weather
Fic-For-All Pairing: Giles/Narcissa (Harry Potter)
Disclaimer: Just a bit of mucking about in other people’s sandboxes.
Summary: Has there ever been a woman quite like Narcissa Malfoy?
It’s another horrible London day, fog so thick you almost needed to cut your way through it.
Hard to remember why he’d come back, particularly after two hours of watching Narcissa argue with some Ministry lackey.
He suspected they had no intention of releasing the Malfoy assets and said so.
“I know,” she growled. “I’m so frustrated I could…”
She broke off, dragging him into a narrow alleyway.
She leaned against the wall, hiking up her skirts and smiling invitingly at him.
“Here? Now?” He could still here the footfalls of pedestrians and the low rumble of traffic. Of course, with the fog, he couldn’t see anything - nor could anyone else.
She rolled her eyes and shoved her hand down into her petticoats. “It’s this or kill someone.”
He was wonder-struck, watching the elegant, refined matriarch of the Malfoy clan diddle herself in a random alley.
“Well, let’s not have you killing anyone,” he murmured, moving to block her from street view and slipping his own hand into her knickers.
The tension left her, the fire in her eyes dimming, as her orgasm took her.
Satisfied, she smoothed her skirts down. “Much better. Shall we?”
Maybe London isn’t so bad.
END.
Author: Vesica
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 200
The Porn Battle (Best of Three) Fandom, Pairing & Prompt: Crossover: Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Harry Potter, Giles/Narcissa, wonder
tthdrabbles Challenge: #47: Inclement Weather
Fic-For-All Pairing: Giles/Narcissa (Harry Potter)
Disclaimer: Just a bit of mucking about in other people’s sandboxes.
Summary: Has there ever been a woman quite like Narcissa Malfoy?
It’s another horrible London day, fog so thick you almost needed to cut your way through it.
Hard to remember why he’d come back, particularly after two hours of watching Narcissa argue with some Ministry lackey.
He suspected they had no intention of releasing the Malfoy assets and said so.
“I know,” she growled. “I’m so frustrated I could…”
She broke off, dragging him into a narrow alleyway.
She leaned against the wall, hiking up her skirts and smiling invitingly at him.
“Here? Now?” He could still here the footfalls of pedestrians and the low rumble of traffic. Of course, with the fog, he couldn’t see anything - nor could anyone else.
She rolled her eyes and shoved her hand down into her petticoats. “It’s this or kill someone.”
He was wonder-struck, watching the elegant, refined matriarch of the Malfoy clan diddle herself in a random alley.
“Well, let’s not have you killing anyone,” he murmured, moving to block her from street view and slipping his own hand into her knickers.
The tension left her, the fire in her eyes dimming, as her orgasm took her.
Satisfied, she smoothed her skirts down. “Much better. Shall we?”
Maybe London isn’t so bad.
END.