FIC: Last Dance
Title: "Last Dance"
Author: lash_larue
Pairing: Hermione/Pansy
Rating: NC-17
Prompt: 318. "This is the last time," she says. And it is. Until the next time.
Content Information/Warnings:Infidelity, explicit sex
Summary:Hermione is plagued by her conscience, Pansy has a more pragmatic view of things.
Author's Notes: I loved the prompt. I really like this pairing and can easily see them being drawn together even when it might not be the best idea. This is pretty much pwp, I'm afraid.
"Last Dance"
"We can't keep doing this, Pansy," Hermione mumbled against her lover's neck.
"Sure we can, we're not even sore. Here, let me show you..."
Pansy's fingers gently massaged Hermione's still-swollen clit.
"No, I mean - ohgod," Hermione hissed. "It's not right, Pansy. We're married, and not to each other. If this gets out it will cause all sorts of trouble. I don't want to hurt Ron and you don't want to hurt Draco, and - ohgod."
"You think too much, you worry too much, and you talk too much. If your mouth needs exercise put it to better use, would you? Neither of us gets what we need from our husbands. We're discreet, we're disease-free, and I'll just go ahead and say it: nobody, eats pussy like you do. So eat me, already, you know you love to."
The hell of it was, Pansy was right. Hermione loved nothing half so much as eating Pansy's quim, although they didn't really like each other that well. But when her face was buried between Pansy's thighs she felt powerful, and sexy, and she had never had anyone so utterly abandon themselves to her.
She shoved her conscience aside as she kissed her way down the soft skin of Pansy's belly and pressed her tongue inside her, and the heady taste of her drove the last rational thought from Hermione's head.
"Yes! Oh, fuck yes!"
Pansy shook violently as she came, then lay panting as Hermione eased her down with soft strokes of her tongue.
"What have I become?" muttered Hermione as she turned away from Pansy and sat on the end of the bed.
"You've become yourself, Granger. Here alone with me you can be yourself, without regard for what anyone else thinks you should be. And I can be myself, not the proper pureblood wife I have to be in public. Draco's okay, he's generous, though he does take the pureblood shit too seriously, and he's not bad in bed, if a little selfish. But I need more than that, and you give it to me. You might as well admit that you need what I give you as well."
Pansy slid in behind Hermione, her legs wrapped around Hermione's hips, her breasts pressed against Hermione's back. She moved the thick hair away from Hermione's neck and kissed it, grinning at the shudder that swept through Hermione.
"You're wrong, Parkinson. I admit that I want what you give me, I can scarcely deny that. But I'm not a slave to my body. I know right from wrong. This is wrong, and it has to stop. Do you intend to make trouble about this?"
"Of course not, I have even more to lose than you do." Pansy cradled Hermione's breasts in her hands. "If I can never hold your tits again, I'll miss them, but I won't threaten or beg. If I can never have you eat me again, I'll miss it a lot. An awful lot, but so will you, won't you? No lies, not between us."
"Yes," Hermione said hoarsely, "but..."
"I'll tell you what, Granger," Pansy lightly bit Hermione's shoulder and tenderly touched her between her legs, "I'll be here at the usual time next week. You come if you want to." She touched Hermione's ear with the tip of her tongue, and whispered to her - "you come if you need to come, right?"
Hermione stood up swiftly, and dressed without a word. She stood awkwardly at the foot of the bed, staring at Pansy as she reclined on the bed, completely comfortable with her nudity.
"It's been fun, Pansy, but it has to end now."
"It's been more than fun, Hermione, it's been needed. I still need it, and I'll still be here next week at the usual time."
"I won't." Hermione Apparated away.
Pansy smiled and stretched.
"Yes you will. You'll always come back. For us there is no last dance. As long as we're both alive, there will never be, a last dance."
Author: lash_larue
Pairing: Hermione/Pansy
Rating: NC-17
Prompt: 318. "This is the last time," she says. And it is. Until the next time.
Content Information/Warnings:Infidelity, explicit sex
Summary:Hermione is plagued by her conscience, Pansy has a more pragmatic view of things.
Author's Notes: I loved the prompt. I really like this pairing and can easily see them being drawn together even when it might not be the best idea. This is pretty much pwp, I'm afraid.
"Last Dance"
"We can't keep doing this, Pansy," Hermione mumbled against her lover's neck.
"Sure we can, we're not even sore. Here, let me show you..."
Pansy's fingers gently massaged Hermione's still-swollen clit.
"No, I mean - ohgod," Hermione hissed. "It's not right, Pansy. We're married, and not to each other. If this gets out it will cause all sorts of trouble. I don't want to hurt Ron and you don't want to hurt Draco, and - ohgod."
"You think too much, you worry too much, and you talk too much. If your mouth needs exercise put it to better use, would you? Neither of us gets what we need from our husbands. We're discreet, we're disease-free, and I'll just go ahead and say it: nobody, eats pussy like you do. So eat me, already, you know you love to."
The hell of it was, Pansy was right. Hermione loved nothing half so much as eating Pansy's quim, although they didn't really like each other that well. But when her face was buried between Pansy's thighs she felt powerful, and sexy, and she had never had anyone so utterly abandon themselves to her.
She shoved her conscience aside as she kissed her way down the soft skin of Pansy's belly and pressed her tongue inside her, and the heady taste of her drove the last rational thought from Hermione's head.
"Yes! Oh, fuck yes!"
Pansy shook violently as she came, then lay panting as Hermione eased her down with soft strokes of her tongue.
"What have I become?" muttered Hermione as she turned away from Pansy and sat on the end of the bed.
"You've become yourself, Granger. Here alone with me you can be yourself, without regard for what anyone else thinks you should be. And I can be myself, not the proper pureblood wife I have to be in public. Draco's okay, he's generous, though he does take the pureblood shit too seriously, and he's not bad in bed, if a little selfish. But I need more than that, and you give it to me. You might as well admit that you need what I give you as well."
Pansy slid in behind Hermione, her legs wrapped around Hermione's hips, her breasts pressed against Hermione's back. She moved the thick hair away from Hermione's neck and kissed it, grinning at the shudder that swept through Hermione.
"You're wrong, Parkinson. I admit that I want what you give me, I can scarcely deny that. But I'm not a slave to my body. I know right from wrong. This is wrong, and it has to stop. Do you intend to make trouble about this?"
"Of course not, I have even more to lose than you do." Pansy cradled Hermione's breasts in her hands. "If I can never hold your tits again, I'll miss them, but I won't threaten or beg. If I can never have you eat me again, I'll miss it a lot. An awful lot, but so will you, won't you? No lies, not between us."
"Yes," Hermione said hoarsely, "but..."
"I'll tell you what, Granger," Pansy lightly bit Hermione's shoulder and tenderly touched her between her legs, "I'll be here at the usual time next week. You come if you want to." She touched Hermione's ear with the tip of her tongue, and whispered to her - "you come if you need to come, right?"
Hermione stood up swiftly, and dressed without a word. She stood awkwardly at the foot of the bed, staring at Pansy as she reclined on the bed, completely comfortable with her nudity.
"It's been fun, Pansy, but it has to end now."
"It's been more than fun, Hermione, it's been needed. I still need it, and I'll still be here next week at the usual time."
"I won't." Hermione Apparated away.
Pansy smiled and stretched.
"Yes you will. You'll always come back. For us there is no last dance. As long as we're both alive, there will never be, a last dance."