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hpkinkfestTitle: Expectations
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dexstarr
Kink Showcased: Teacher/Student
Rating: R
Pairing: Pansy Parkinson/Rose Weasley
Summary: A woman's control could only go so far in a situation like this, and Pansy was no saint.
Content Notes/Warnings: Cross-gen, femslash, roleplay, teacher/student
Word Count: 950
Author's Notes: This isn't exactly what I had intended to write, but the fic apparently had a mind of its own. Thanks to N. for reading.
Disclaimer: HP and all assorted belong to JKR and are not mine.
"You've got such pretty knickers on. I wouldn't have expected lace from a girl like you." Pansy ran the tip of her finger along the scalloped edging of the lace knickers, and then snapped the delicate material against skin.
"What did you expect from me, Professor?" Rose Weasley, who was currently bent over her desk, tried to turn to look at her, but Pansy stopped that by planting a hand between the girl's shoulder blades.
"I expected that you could follow directions," she said dryly. "I don't recall saying you could move." Pansy kept her hand on Rose's back, exerting pressure until the girl was bent flat over her desk again. "Now stay there."
Satisfied that Rose would obey, Pansy took a step back to better admire the tableau in front of her. Draped over her desk, Rose made a picture as pretty as a magical painting. The girl's long legs were bare; her knee socks had disappeared between class and now. Her skirt had also been shortened to the point where the hem didn't even cover her arse, thus displaying her knickers for Pansy to admire. They were dark green—a nice touch that Pansy appreciated.
What she didn't appreciate was Rose flashing those lacy, green knickers at everyone and anyone during class. She had given the girl a detention, intending to make her write lines, but then Rose had shown up dressed like a slut, and somehow she had ended up bent over Pansy's desk.
Maybe it had been the short skirt that had torn at her control, or the white shirt unbuttoned so that more than a hint of cleavage showed. Pansy usually didn't let things like this happen. She had been teaching for over a decade, and her control was usually better. She was used to Slytherins flirting with her to improve their grades—she had done the same in her day—but not used to good girl Gryffindors doing it.
Rose was being anything but a good girl right now. Merlin, the girl was even wriggling her hips as if she knew Pansy was staring at her arse.
"You're just asking for it, aren't you," she muttered under her breath.
"Professor?" Rose sounded innocent, but her body language was anything but. The girl arched her back, pushing her behind higher in the air.
"Miss Weasley, just what were you trying to accomplish by showing your knickers to the entire class?" Pansy doubted that the girl would say she wanted a higher grade—Rose was as much of a swot as her mother, just less superior about it. But she wasn't sure what the girl wanted, and when in doubt, it was best to ask. It wasn't a tactic she would employ with one of her house, but as her outfit proved, Rose wasn't one for subtlety.
To her surprise, Rose didn't answer. She shifted, parchment rustling under her weight as she moved. The sound reminded Pansy of the lines she had intended to have the girl write. She could still send Rose to the desk waiting in front of hers, parchment and quill already set out. However, having Rose bent over her own desk was much more entertaining than watching the girl scribble I will not flash my knickers in class a hundred times.
"I'm waiting, Miss Weasley. Don't tell me you've suddenly gotten shy."
Rose mumbled something that sounded suspiciously like "Iwantyou."
Pansy arched an eyebrow. Interesting—if it was true. "I didn't quite hear that, Miss Weasley. Speak up." To encourage Rose, she tugged at the girl's grey skirt, tugging the pleats down as far as they would go, which wasn't far. She could still see Rose's knickers, and the sight was making her own uncomfortably damp. A woman's control could only go so far in a situation like this, and Pansy was no saint.
"I. Want. You." Rose succeeding in turning to look at Pansy this time. Desire showed clear in her blue eyes. She licked her upper lip, tongue flicking coyly in and out of her mouth. "I want you. I want you to fuck me over your desk. I want to crawl under your desk and eat you out until you scream. You're the sexiest woman in this castle, Professor, and I want you."
Pansy had heard plenty in her life, and even more as a professor. But she had never heard anything quite as tempting as those words coming from Rose Weasley's mouth. Rose Weasley, the normally prim and proper daughter of her old enemies. Rose Weasley who was now bent over her desk, dressed like a slag, her eyes blazing with lust.
"I must say, that sounds very promising, Miss Weasley. As punishment for showing off your knickers, I think you should start by getting under my desk." Pushing her chair back a few feet, Pansy sat down. She waited for Rose to obey, spreading her legs and spelling her knickers off so her young lover would have no obstacles. She was feeling particularly needy today, pushed there by the combination of a long day and her favorite game of theirs. She would pick the role back up after she came. Rose had been a very good girl, dressing up and pushing her buttons in just the right way.
Maybe she would spank the girl … it had been a while, and Rose did like that an awful lot. Rose had practically been begging for it, showing her arse off so.
Pansy leaned back as Rose settled between her legs. She could decide on Rose's reward later. Right now it was time to enjoy the even better view of her lover on her knees. "Get to it, Miss Weasley."
Mods: Pansy Parkinson/Rose Weasley tag?
Author:
dexstarrKink Showcased: Teacher/Student
Rating: R
Pairing: Pansy Parkinson/Rose Weasley
Summary: A woman's control could only go so far in a situation like this, and Pansy was no saint.
Content Notes/Warnings: Cross-gen, femslash, roleplay, teacher/student
Word Count: 950
Author's Notes: This isn't exactly what I had intended to write, but the fic apparently had a mind of its own. Thanks to N. for reading.
Disclaimer: HP and all assorted belong to JKR and are not mine.
"You've got such pretty knickers on. I wouldn't have expected lace from a girl like you." Pansy ran the tip of her finger along the scalloped edging of the lace knickers, and then snapped the delicate material against skin.
"What did you expect from me, Professor?" Rose Weasley, who was currently bent over her desk, tried to turn to look at her, but Pansy stopped that by planting a hand between the girl's shoulder blades.
"I expected that you could follow directions," she said dryly. "I don't recall saying you could move." Pansy kept her hand on Rose's back, exerting pressure until the girl was bent flat over her desk again. "Now stay there."
Satisfied that Rose would obey, Pansy took a step back to better admire the tableau in front of her. Draped over her desk, Rose made a picture as pretty as a magical painting. The girl's long legs were bare; her knee socks had disappeared between class and now. Her skirt had also been shortened to the point where the hem didn't even cover her arse, thus displaying her knickers for Pansy to admire. They were dark green—a nice touch that Pansy appreciated.
What she didn't appreciate was Rose flashing those lacy, green knickers at everyone and anyone during class. She had given the girl a detention, intending to make her write lines, but then Rose had shown up dressed like a slut, and somehow she had ended up bent over Pansy's desk.
Maybe it had been the short skirt that had torn at her control, or the white shirt unbuttoned so that more than a hint of cleavage showed. Pansy usually didn't let things like this happen. She had been teaching for over a decade, and her control was usually better. She was used to Slytherins flirting with her to improve their grades—she had done the same in her day—but not used to good girl Gryffindors doing it.
Rose was being anything but a good girl right now. Merlin, the girl was even wriggling her hips as if she knew Pansy was staring at her arse.
"You're just asking for it, aren't you," she muttered under her breath.
"Professor?" Rose sounded innocent, but her body language was anything but. The girl arched her back, pushing her behind higher in the air.
"Miss Weasley, just what were you trying to accomplish by showing your knickers to the entire class?" Pansy doubted that the girl would say she wanted a higher grade—Rose was as much of a swot as her mother, just less superior about it. But she wasn't sure what the girl wanted, and when in doubt, it was best to ask. It wasn't a tactic she would employ with one of her house, but as her outfit proved, Rose wasn't one for subtlety.
To her surprise, Rose didn't answer. She shifted, parchment rustling under her weight as she moved. The sound reminded Pansy of the lines she had intended to have the girl write. She could still send Rose to the desk waiting in front of hers, parchment and quill already set out. However, having Rose bent over her own desk was much more entertaining than watching the girl scribble I will not flash my knickers in class a hundred times.
"I'm waiting, Miss Weasley. Don't tell me you've suddenly gotten shy."
Rose mumbled something that sounded suspiciously like "Iwantyou."
Pansy arched an eyebrow. Interesting—if it was true. "I didn't quite hear that, Miss Weasley. Speak up." To encourage Rose, she tugged at the girl's grey skirt, tugging the pleats down as far as they would go, which wasn't far. She could still see Rose's knickers, and the sight was making her own uncomfortably damp. A woman's control could only go so far in a situation like this, and Pansy was no saint.
"I. Want. You." Rose succeeding in turning to look at Pansy this time. Desire showed clear in her blue eyes. She licked her upper lip, tongue flicking coyly in and out of her mouth. "I want you. I want you to fuck me over your desk. I want to crawl under your desk and eat you out until you scream. You're the sexiest woman in this castle, Professor, and I want you."
Pansy had heard plenty in her life, and even more as a professor. But she had never heard anything quite as tempting as those words coming from Rose Weasley's mouth. Rose Weasley, the normally prim and proper daughter of her old enemies. Rose Weasley who was now bent over her desk, dressed like a slag, her eyes blazing with lust.
"I must say, that sounds very promising, Miss Weasley. As punishment for showing off your knickers, I think you should start by getting under my desk." Pushing her chair back a few feet, Pansy sat down. She waited for Rose to obey, spreading her legs and spelling her knickers off so her young lover would have no obstacles. She was feeling particularly needy today, pushed there by the combination of a long day and her favorite game of theirs. She would pick the role back up after she came. Rose had been a very good girl, dressing up and pushing her buttons in just the right way.
Maybe she would spank the girl … it had been a while, and Rose did like that an awful lot. Rose had practically been begging for it, showing her arse off so.
Pansy leaned back as Rose settled between her legs. She could decide on Rose's reward later. Right now it was time to enjoy the even better view of her lover on her knees. "Get to it, Miss Weasley."
Mods: Pansy Parkinson/Rose Weasley tag?
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