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To: bloodapple
From: slytherinesq
Hope you like!
Title: Fire in their blood
Author: Slytherinesq
Pairing: Remus/ Pansy
Rating: R
Warnings: Inuendo, Slight perversion and nekkieness.
Challenge: VanillaSkyy Xmas Exchange
Word Count: 1063 words, in the fic bit.
Disclaimer: Not mine. These two lovelies belong to JKR
Author’s Note: I just hope you like it bloodapple. Merry Xmas!
Summary: Ah now, where’s the fun in that?
It was yet another day that Pansy was forced to make her rounds of the poorer areas of Diagon Alley with the hot meals she left the paupers. Her Mother had said charity work would make her look good, take off the suspicion that she’d been associated with the Death Eaters. The war was finally over and no self-respecting lady could survive with such a reputation, and so she’d agreed. The only thing was, was that every evening when she got to the last house on her list, Pansy would feel as if she was on fire. As if some bitter-sweet and torturous poison was running through her veins. She couldn’t help it. And she dreaded the looming door of dingy clapboards. Knowing how it would work. She’d touch the rusted pewter knocker, and the dull sound of metal on rotting wood would somehow echo as the floorboards creaked, signaling the approach of her last charge.
Light would shine on her pretty, flushed face as a haggard and scarred face, always smiling sadly, would look down on her. His hand would reach out for the basket, fingers brushing hers as they reached for the handle. Callused. Warm. Hands that could break her. Hands that she wanted to break her, much to her horror. A whispered ‘Thank You’ would send her heated blood boiling and she longed to hear that gentle voice gruff and thick with lust as she got on her knees before him. She would shake herself into reality and nod, turning and walking away, always as graceful as possible. For she was a lady. The door never creaked shut until she turned the corner and was out of sight. She knew because she waited for it to close every night before she continued on her way home.
She was a lady. She should not have lustful thoughts about one of her charges. Especially that one. She knew it. But how could she escape it? It had grown with each passing day until it was no longer just lust, but a chaotic, molten mass of blazing obsession. She wanted him so badly now that it was impossible to tell whether she adored or hated him. And she did hate him. He was everything she’d been taught to be against. Half-Blood, an Order Member… hell, he wasn’t even human anymore. And she wanted nothing more than to jump on him and hit him until he shoved her against a wall, that scarred mouth looming over hers…
The biting wind shook her to some semblance of awareness and she slowly approached the door. Only tonight, things were different… the door opened before she knocked. He stood before her, half naked and smirking. The light from the fire in his hearth casting golden shadows on his pale skin. Her breath caught in her throat as the wind whipped her dark brown hair off her shoulders. He growled softly. “Pansy, I think this game of ours has gone on long enough… don’t you?” She gulped, her body shaking, whether from the cold wind or from the heat raging within her, she was not sure. Everything seemed blurred around her except for the werewolf before her. “I smell your desire for me every time you come near my door. At first I resisted it, confused. But it never went away. It grew in intensity… and now I can think of nothing else. I want you. And I want you tonight.”
She gasped as his words turned her on more and more. She was wet, oh so wet and she knew it. She managed a glare. “Who says I will do what you want Lupin?” She hissed, backing away a little. Oh no! This was not good at all! She was conflicted. Torn between the desire to flee and to run into his powerful arms all at once. “You’re too far below me.” Remus smirked and licked his lips. Pansy’s heart stopped. She stepped forward, though she was unaware of this.
Remus laughed. It was very close to the full moon. Almost dangerously so. And he would not be able to contain his lust for long. Damn Snape not bringing his potion on time. The wolf in him laughed and told him how lucky they were that this delectable piece of food was standing before them, wet and wanting. “Come inside Pansy. Before I make you come in. Your choice. I’ll have you, with or without your consent.“
Before she knew it she was in and the door was shut. His mouth was on hers, hot and wet and needing. She was moaning. It felt so good. Her hands holding fistfuls of his hair as he picked her up, slamming her roughly against the battered walls of the shanty-house. She bit his lip and he growled, pressing his hardened groin against the folds of her cloak. Pansy gasped. “No!” This was wrong! Oh so very WRONG! But gods she wanted him! Why? Why not Blaise? To whom she was promised?
But then his hands were on her and her cloak and dress were torn away, wiping Blaise from her mind as she gasped. Remus simply smiled. “Much better.” His lips fell to her neck, sucking and nipping, tasting salty flesh as his hand rubbed at her mound through her satin panties. He let his lips brush over her as he spoke, his throaty laugh vibrating through her, straight to her sex. “You’re dripping my dear. Do I turn you on that much when I have not even yet begun?” His hand moved up to join it’s mate as he untied her corset, lips falling lower with every lace undone. The bone and satin contraption was tossed aside and she whimpered as teeth and tongue savaged her tender, pink nipples. The sharp pain and silky pleasure making her moan, her head falling back.
~
The sound of crying and screaming woke Pansy. It was dark and she knew the flashbacks were over, that she and Remus were both in Azkaban. She looked at the man in her arms and sighed. Neither could cry anymore. They kept each other strong… they had to be strong. She kissed the slumbering man’s cheek and snuggled against him, eyes closing. She saw the door looming ahead and hesitantly stepped towards it, back to the old days before she knew what love truly was.
From: slytherinesq
Hope you like!
Title: Fire in their blood
Author: Slytherinesq
Pairing: Remus/ Pansy
Rating: R
Warnings: Inuendo, Slight perversion and nekkieness.
Challenge: VanillaSkyy Xmas Exchange
Word Count: 1063 words, in the fic bit.
Disclaimer: Not mine. These two lovelies belong to JKR
Author’s Note: I just hope you like it bloodapple. Merry Xmas!
Summary: Ah now, where’s the fun in that?
It was yet another day that Pansy was forced to make her rounds of the poorer areas of Diagon Alley with the hot meals she left the paupers. Her Mother had said charity work would make her look good, take off the suspicion that she’d been associated with the Death Eaters. The war was finally over and no self-respecting lady could survive with such a reputation, and so she’d agreed. The only thing was, was that every evening when she got to the last house on her list, Pansy would feel as if she was on fire. As if some bitter-sweet and torturous poison was running through her veins. She couldn’t help it. And she dreaded the looming door of dingy clapboards. Knowing how it would work. She’d touch the rusted pewter knocker, and the dull sound of metal on rotting wood would somehow echo as the floorboards creaked, signaling the approach of her last charge.
Light would shine on her pretty, flushed face as a haggard and scarred face, always smiling sadly, would look down on her. His hand would reach out for the basket, fingers brushing hers as they reached for the handle. Callused. Warm. Hands that could break her. Hands that she wanted to break her, much to her horror. A whispered ‘Thank You’ would send her heated blood boiling and she longed to hear that gentle voice gruff and thick with lust as she got on her knees before him. She would shake herself into reality and nod, turning and walking away, always as graceful as possible. For she was a lady. The door never creaked shut until she turned the corner and was out of sight. She knew because she waited for it to close every night before she continued on her way home.
She was a lady. She should not have lustful thoughts about one of her charges. Especially that one. She knew it. But how could she escape it? It had grown with each passing day until it was no longer just lust, but a chaotic, molten mass of blazing obsession. She wanted him so badly now that it was impossible to tell whether she adored or hated him. And she did hate him. He was everything she’d been taught to be against. Half-Blood, an Order Member… hell, he wasn’t even human anymore. And she wanted nothing more than to jump on him and hit him until he shoved her against a wall, that scarred mouth looming over hers…
The biting wind shook her to some semblance of awareness and she slowly approached the door. Only tonight, things were different… the door opened before she knocked. He stood before her, half naked and smirking. The light from the fire in his hearth casting golden shadows on his pale skin. Her breath caught in her throat as the wind whipped her dark brown hair off her shoulders. He growled softly. “Pansy, I think this game of ours has gone on long enough… don’t you?” She gulped, her body shaking, whether from the cold wind or from the heat raging within her, she was not sure. Everything seemed blurred around her except for the werewolf before her. “I smell your desire for me every time you come near my door. At first I resisted it, confused. But it never went away. It grew in intensity… and now I can think of nothing else. I want you. And I want you tonight.”
She gasped as his words turned her on more and more. She was wet, oh so wet and she knew it. She managed a glare. “Who says I will do what you want Lupin?” She hissed, backing away a little. Oh no! This was not good at all! She was conflicted. Torn between the desire to flee and to run into his powerful arms all at once. “You’re too far below me.” Remus smirked and licked his lips. Pansy’s heart stopped. She stepped forward, though she was unaware of this.
Remus laughed. It was very close to the full moon. Almost dangerously so. And he would not be able to contain his lust for long. Damn Snape not bringing his potion on time. The wolf in him laughed and told him how lucky they were that this delectable piece of food was standing before them, wet and wanting. “Come inside Pansy. Before I make you come in. Your choice. I’ll have you, with or without your consent.“
Before she knew it she was in and the door was shut. His mouth was on hers, hot and wet and needing. She was moaning. It felt so good. Her hands holding fistfuls of his hair as he picked her up, slamming her roughly against the battered walls of the shanty-house. She bit his lip and he growled, pressing his hardened groin against the folds of her cloak. Pansy gasped. “No!” This was wrong! Oh so very WRONG! But gods she wanted him! Why? Why not Blaise? To whom she was promised?
But then his hands were on her and her cloak and dress were torn away, wiping Blaise from her mind as she gasped. Remus simply smiled. “Much better.” His lips fell to her neck, sucking and nipping, tasting salty flesh as his hand rubbed at her mound through her satin panties. He let his lips brush over her as he spoke, his throaty laugh vibrating through her, straight to her sex. “You’re dripping my dear. Do I turn you on that much when I have not even yet begun?” His hand moved up to join it’s mate as he untied her corset, lips falling lower with every lace undone. The bone and satin contraption was tossed aside and she whimpered as teeth and tongue savaged her tender, pink nipples. The sharp pain and silky pleasure making her moan, her head falling back.
~
The sound of crying and screaming woke Pansy. It was dark and she knew the flashbacks were over, that she and Remus were both in Azkaban. She looked at the man in her arms and sighed. Neither could cry anymore. They kept each other strong… they had to be strong. She kissed the slumbering man’s cheek and snuggled against him, eyes closing. She saw the door looming ahead and hesitantly stepped towards it, back to the old days before she knew what love truly was.