Chocolate (Pansy/Millicent, PG-13)
Title: Chocolate
Pairing: Pansy/Millicent
Rating: PG-13
Words: 752
A/N: Big thanks to godonthewater for beta'ing! This fic is for mistressmeow who requested the pairing, and also for hpfsc's chocolate challenge.
It starts because Pansy is sent too much chocolate from home, and Millicent, none at all. Pansy’s always noticed Millicent’s longing glances when the Owls arrive with the post, and one day in fifth year she hands a whole box over and wonders why she didn’t sooner.
Millicent is immediately a friend, a confidante, and Pansy knows it’s not just bribery. Millicent just needs prompting sometimes, not always able to take the initiative.
After only a month or so, Pansy takes to inviting Millicent to the Prefects’ Bathroom with her. It’s somewhere quiet, where they can talk without worrying about being overheard. It’s not that they have secrets, but rather that they don’t have time for the rest of the world.
Tonight, Millicent has turned all of the taps on, as usual, and is gleefully watching the bath fill with bubbles. Pansy tired of all the taps long ago, just grateful for the hot water and the solitude. Millicent always keeps the hot tap on for longer, until the bathroom is full of steam.
Millicent is in the bath now, leaning back against the sides, the bubbles reaching her shoulders. There is chocolate around her mouth and more in her hands, but she takes small bites, seeming to savour it.
“How come you don’t ever get sent any?” Pansy asks, watching Millicent break the chocolate into little pieces.
Millicent thinks for a while, and then offers, “My mum’s dead, and my sister’s really skinny. My dad’s not very good at being a mum.”
“Oh,” Pansy says, and lies back in the bath, floating on the water.
Millicent is strangely feminine, despite her physicality. She’s not just chubby from too much chocolate (although she is, a bit), she’s got a big build too, and a strong jaw like a boy. She’s not the kind of girl you’d expect to giggle over bubble bath and eat chocolate as though her life depended on it. Maybe it does.
“Where’s the other bar?” Millicent asks, licking her fingers.
“Oh, I think it was in my pocket.” Pansy sits up and gestures at her clothes, which are lying in a heap on the tiles.
Millicent climbs out of the bath and wanders over. Pansy can’t help but stare at the other girl’s naked body, out of curiosity. She’d never get away with it if Millicent were anybody other than Millicent.
But Millicent does seem to notice, unless it’s something else that prompts her next words.
“My sister’s a lesbian,” she says, as she slips back into the bath. Pansy gets one last glimpse of Millicent’s body before it slides back into the water. In uniform, Millicent looks bulky and shapeless, but free from ugly clothes, Pansy can see curves, and smooth creamy wet skin that shines with bubbles from the bath.
“Really?” Pansy wonders if she should feel embarrassed at this point. Millicent doesn’t appear to be.
“Yeah. Once I saw her in bed with a girl.”
“Really?” says Pansy again, uselessly, but her curiosity piqued.
“It was interesting, because I’d always wondered how girls do it.” Millicent says. The chocolate is melting over her fingers, around her lips, what with the steam rising from the bath water. The heat must be starting to get to Pansy, too, because she feels light-headed, all of a sudden.
“And how do they do it?” Pansy asks, trying to sound casual. It never pays to seem over-interested in anything. She doesn’t want Millicent turning into somebody that talks and talks all the time, just like everybody else.
Millicent looks thoughtful for a moment. “There’s a lot of licking,” she says, at last.
“Like chocolate, then,” Pansy says, without thinking, eyes drawn to Millicent’s tongue darting over her fingers.
Millicent grins. “Yeah, sort of.”
Pansy isn’t sure how to reply, so she doesn’t. She lies back in the bath again, instead, staring up at the ceiling as the water fills her ears and unbidden images fill her mind - fingers and tongues and bare skin and bubbles and chocolate - Pansy squeezes her eyes shut tight and attempts to think of anything that isn’t so stupid. Teenage girls go through phases, everybody knows that, it doesn’t mean anything if when you shut your eyes you see -
The water rushes against her suddenly and Pansy feel chocolatey wet impatient lips pressed against hers as she struggles to stay afloat. But Millicent holds her above the water, sticky fingers on Pansy’s hips, and Pansy realises there’s a lot more to Millicent than meets the eye.
Pairing: Pansy/Millicent
Rating: PG-13
Words: 752
A/N: Big thanks to godonthewater for beta'ing! This fic is for mistressmeow who requested the pairing, and also for hpfsc's chocolate challenge.
It starts because Pansy is sent too much chocolate from home, and Millicent, none at all. Pansy’s always noticed Millicent’s longing glances when the Owls arrive with the post, and one day in fifth year she hands a whole box over and wonders why she didn’t sooner.
Millicent is immediately a friend, a confidante, and Pansy knows it’s not just bribery. Millicent just needs prompting sometimes, not always able to take the initiative.
After only a month or so, Pansy takes to inviting Millicent to the Prefects’ Bathroom with her. It’s somewhere quiet, where they can talk without worrying about being overheard. It’s not that they have secrets, but rather that they don’t have time for the rest of the world.
Tonight, Millicent has turned all of the taps on, as usual, and is gleefully watching the bath fill with bubbles. Pansy tired of all the taps long ago, just grateful for the hot water and the solitude. Millicent always keeps the hot tap on for longer, until the bathroom is full of steam.
Millicent is in the bath now, leaning back against the sides, the bubbles reaching her shoulders. There is chocolate around her mouth and more in her hands, but she takes small bites, seeming to savour it.
“How come you don’t ever get sent any?” Pansy asks, watching Millicent break the chocolate into little pieces.
Millicent thinks for a while, and then offers, “My mum’s dead, and my sister’s really skinny. My dad’s not very good at being a mum.”
“Oh,” Pansy says, and lies back in the bath, floating on the water.
Millicent is strangely feminine, despite her physicality. She’s not just chubby from too much chocolate (although she is, a bit), she’s got a big build too, and a strong jaw like a boy. She’s not the kind of girl you’d expect to giggle over bubble bath and eat chocolate as though her life depended on it. Maybe it does.
“Where’s the other bar?” Millicent asks, licking her fingers.
“Oh, I think it was in my pocket.” Pansy sits up and gestures at her clothes, which are lying in a heap on the tiles.
Millicent climbs out of the bath and wanders over. Pansy can’t help but stare at the other girl’s naked body, out of curiosity. She’d never get away with it if Millicent were anybody other than Millicent.
But Millicent does seem to notice, unless it’s something else that prompts her next words.
“My sister’s a lesbian,” she says, as she slips back into the bath. Pansy gets one last glimpse of Millicent’s body before it slides back into the water. In uniform, Millicent looks bulky and shapeless, but free from ugly clothes, Pansy can see curves, and smooth creamy wet skin that shines with bubbles from the bath.
“Really?” Pansy wonders if she should feel embarrassed at this point. Millicent doesn’t appear to be.
“Yeah. Once I saw her in bed with a girl.”
“Really?” says Pansy again, uselessly, but her curiosity piqued.
“It was interesting, because I’d always wondered how girls do it.” Millicent says. The chocolate is melting over her fingers, around her lips, what with the steam rising from the bath water. The heat must be starting to get to Pansy, too, because she feels light-headed, all of a sudden.
“And how do they do it?” Pansy asks, trying to sound casual. It never pays to seem over-interested in anything. She doesn’t want Millicent turning into somebody that talks and talks all the time, just like everybody else.
Millicent looks thoughtful for a moment. “There’s a lot of licking,” she says, at last.
“Like chocolate, then,” Pansy says, without thinking, eyes drawn to Millicent’s tongue darting over her fingers.
Millicent grins. “Yeah, sort of.”
Pansy isn’t sure how to reply, so she doesn’t. She lies back in the bath again, instead, staring up at the ceiling as the water fills her ears and unbidden images fill her mind - fingers and tongues and bare skin and bubbles and chocolate - Pansy squeezes her eyes shut tight and attempts to think of anything that isn’t so stupid. Teenage girls go through phases, everybody knows that, it doesn’t mean anything if when you shut your eyes you see -
The water rushes against her suddenly and Pansy feel chocolatey wet impatient lips pressed against hers as she struggles to stay afloat. But Millicent holds her above the water, sticky fingers on Pansy’s hips, and Pansy realises there’s a lot more to Millicent than meets the eye.