Title: Spoils of War
Author: loony4lupin
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Pansy/Padma (Minor references to Bellatrix/Pansy and Pansy/Draco)
Content: Femmeslash, semi-public sex, manipulation, hurt/comfort sex, rough sex
Spoilers: Minor DH spoilers
Word Count: 4,330
Written For: tristesses
Prompt: Pansy/Padma with Hurt/comfort sex
Author's Notes: This is my first attempt at femmeslash, despite my lifestyle. I do hope you enjoy this because I had an enjoyable time writing it for you. For all intents and purposes, both Pansy and Padma have already turned 18 in the last part of their "7th" year at Hogwarts. Many thanks to my betas, luvscharlie and _starcrossed_. I don't know what I would have done without you two. Really.
Summary: Pansy enjoys the spoils of war in a tale of manipulation and need.
Pansy waited until the library was mostly empty, leaving only Madam Pince and a few Hufflepuffs as potential witnesses. She had situated herself at a table at just the right angle, so that she was mostly obscured by the bookshelf, but had a perfectly good view of a very special table not too far away. Pansy shifted in her seat and let the book in her hands slide down to clear her view.
Padma Patil was seated in the same chair, at the same table she always occupied on Thursday nights. Pansy smiled to herself. Routine would always be the downfall of Ravenclaws, and Padma was no exception.
Except Padma was different; pleasantly different than any other Ravenclaw Pansy had ever met. If Pansy had sorted her, she would have sorted her into Slytherin. This Patil twin was clever and resourceful, a hair shy of manipulative. But, Pansy didn't mind. No, she didn't mind at all because even though Padma was only sleeping with her to get information for her precious blood traitor parents, it wasn't as if Pansy was being left high and dry.
No, that was not the case at all.
The candles in the library dimmed and several more students bustled off worried about the curfew time. Pansy smirked in their direction, secure in the knowledge that they would be punished for being out past curfew. The Carrows had put more restrictions on the common room curfews since the latest round of attacks by rogue members of Dumbledore's Army.
Even Madam Pince took a last worried glance at Padma before shuffling some papers and disappearing to her office. It took no longer than five minutes before Padma was the only one remaining in the library, but she didn't take notice of it. She simply sat hunched over the large book in front of her. Pansy frowned. That wasn't exactly in the plan, and it certainly wasn't a part of Padma's Thursday evening routine.
Irritation, laced with a tinge of curiosity flashed through Pansy's fingers. Her hand clenched tightly over her wand and her patience waned. Padma was supposed to get tired, rub her eyes and make her way to the back of the library to put away her books before she scuttled back to the Ravenclaw common room. Pansy had planned to cross Padma's routine in the library stacks.
How she loved to see the Ravenclaw dissolve pressed up against her precious books, as if they could save her.
But Padma kept reading. Her hand occasionally turned a page, but her brow remained furrowed in deep concentration. Pansy checked the clock. Half past eleven. She had already told the Carrows that she would take library duty. There way no need to worry about them getting interrupted- unless Padma's fool of a sister decided to turn up for a nightly visit.
Pansy cast a Disillusionment Charm on herself and slid out from her chair to creep along the shelves. She moved slowly, taking her time to look at Padma and record any indication that she was aware of Pansy's presence. Pansy took great pride in being able to surprise the Ravenclaw in the most random moments. Pansy was no Ravenclaw and believed that routine would get you killed… it's what had killed her mother.
Pansy spared few thoughts on her mother, for those thoughts would leave her unfocused and weak. She had spent most of her life trying to please her mother, always thirsty for more society and a Malfoy attached to the family tree. Pansy had provided as much as she could, latching on to Malfoy's ego to help her mother procure fortune and aristocratic history. Pansy even suffered through playing the blushing virgin for Draco. But he was gone now, off to the Manor to get tortured for his failures. Yes, all men were failures just like her father.
Women, on the other hand, controlled all that there was to be desired.
Padma's fingers twisted in her hair as Pansy approached. It didn't take a fool to notice that Padma was certainly the more beautiful of the twins and maybe smarter. Pansy wasn't sure if Padma had given in to her sister's demands and joined Dumbledore's Army, but Pansy suspected the latter considering the amount of time she was spending in the library.
Pansy crept up from behind, the sway of Padma's long plait was enticing to Pansy, like it wanted desperately for Pansy to run her hands through the perfect braid and dismantle it like she dismantled Padma. Just the thought of Padma's skin beneath her finger tips, her hands pulling sharply on Padma's hair and the tiny gasps Padma made when Pansy took her were enough of a memory to cause her knickers to wet, the damp cloth sticking to her thighs as she walked.
She ran her hand against the back of the wooden chair, its colouring was very similar to that of Padma's skin and it, too, was silky smooth.
"I don't have time to entertain you tonight."
Pansy frowned. Her lips twisted into an ugly smile. Padma sounded irritated and a tad desperate, as if gearing up for a fight with Pansy was the last thing she needed. Pansy scoffed and trailed her fingers across Padma's shoulders. She shuddered underneath the touch.
"I can't see why not."
Pansy knelt behind the chair, her face coming to Padma's shoulders where the braid swung like a pendulum. Pansy trailed her fingers from Padma's neck, barely caressing her through her robes, then down her arms as far as Pansy could reach before ascending.
Padma ignored her.
Pansy clasped the braid between her teeth and tugged, hard.
"Damnit Parkinson! I can't do this right now." Padma slammed her hand down on the counter; the sound echoed through the library and sent a shiver down Pansy's spine. They couldn’t get caught. It wasn't even a thought that was to be entertained.
"Like I said before, I can't see why not." She continued to caress Padma through her robes, pressing slightly harder, so she could feel the contours of Padma's body through the thick wool of the school robes. Padma turned a few pages of her book violently.
"Well let me shine some light on the situation for you," Padma said. Her voice was hard, but breaking on the edges as if she was ready to burst into tears at any second. "My parents are gone. They have disappeared and I can't sit here and touchyou, knowing that you're a part of that; knowing that you serve that evil like it's engrained inside of you!"
Pansy paused. She hadn't expected that. It wasn't that she didn't know that the Patil twins' parents had been taken; it was more so that Padma knew. She tugged once more on Padma's braid before crawling underneath the table, her hands traced Padma's Mary Jane's with what she hoped conveyed tenderness. Her other hand found her wand tucked in her hair and undid the Disillusionment Charm on herself. Pansy thought about placing the wand back inside her hair but thought better and set it underneath the table.
"When did you find out?"
"Earlier today." She sounded tired and Pansy heard her close the book, but Padma didn't lean into her touch. Pansy frowned but continued her path beyond Padma's shoe, twirling her fingertips around her ankle before she placed a kiss there. Already, Pansy imagined Padma naked beneath her and desperate to find her mummy, desperate for Pansy to make all the pain go away. Pansy moaned and lapped at the smooth ankle.
"I just--I thought they were safe. Parvati said she'd taken care of it once I sent her the proper charms." Pansy arched an eyebrow, but continued her journey up Padma's leg. Her fingers danced over Padma's calf before her head dipped to press reassuring kisses to the same spots. Pansy smiled against Padma's skin and lapped her tongue there too, a slight scrape of the teeth, and Padma leaned into her, and Pansy could smell victory. She pushed Padma's robes up into her lap.
"What if they don't come back? What if Parvati didn't work the charm correctly and now they've been caught?" Pansy pressed her hands against Padma's knees and spread her a little wider so she could wiggle in between to press kisses to the dip in Padma's knees. Her skin tasted intoxicating, exotic with a million different spices blended with sweet rum. This was what kept Pansy coming back and tending to the weaker twin. Because as much as Padma was playing Pansy for information, Pansy was just playing. That had been Draco's downfall, too much work and not enough play. Bellatrix had taught her exactly how to play with her work.
"Oh Pansy, I can't lose them."
Pansy nipped at Padma's kneecaps. Her hands ran up and down the tops of Padma's thighs. They were thicker than Pansy's own, strong and beautiful. Padma's voice was softer now, broken and seeking guidance. She pushed the chair Padma was seated in back from the table so she could surface between Padma's thighs, taking care to kiss her way over Padma's dark knee caps and place rogue kisses between her legs.
Pansy looked up to find Padma relaxed in her chair, all her resolve gone. There were tear tracks down her face, her eyes dark with a mixture of despair and lust. Pansy felt her juices soak her knickers and rubbed her thighs together to relieve the mounting pressure. Oh yes, Padma was so pretty when she dissolved like this. So beautiful in her own weakness that Pansy couldn't help put reach up and tangle her hands into Padma's perfect plait and kiss her. A chaste kiss and then Pansy pulled away, her thumbs rubbed at Padma's temples in what Pansy deemed as the most comforting gesture she could afford.
"Let me take care of you." Pansy placed a kiss to Padma's forehead. "I'll find out about your parents." She placed a few kisses to Padma's cheeks. "Let me help you forget." She kissed her chin and the corners of Padma's mouth. "Close your eyes." Pansy kissed Padma's closed lids, her eyelashes fluttering against Pansy's lips. "Let me save you."
She pressed her lips to Padma's, her tongue tracing her lips slowly, but with increasing urgency. She wanted to taste so desperately, to plunder Padma's talented mouth and reveal in the taste of power overcoming weakness. A few passes from Pansy's tongue had Padma opening her mouth and Pansy pressed inside enjoying Padma's sigh and the way her hands had found Pansy's waist.
Pansy could barely contain herself and she tried to ease into the passion, but Padma moulding to her, scooting to the edge of the chair and unconsciously grinding her hips into Pansy's stomach was almost too much. Pansy let her hands wander as she sought purchase in Padma's mouth, licking teeth and stroking Padma's tongue with her own. Her hands found Padma's robe fastenings. She made quick work of them until the robes hung loosely on Padma's frame and Pansy palmed the breasts she found, still clothed but Pansy found no bra, only starched cotton.
Pansy moaned in Padma's mouth and ground her stomach against Padma's crotch, feeling the warmth and wetness of her cunt against her robes. She had planned accordingly and had not worn anything but green, lace knickers and a matching bra. She desperately wanted to see all of Padma's skin, all of her prized possession. Her hands kneaded Padma's full breasts, her thumb flicked over a nipple and Padma arched into her. The moan vibrated into Pansy's mouth.
Pansy broke away and smiled, Padma's eyes were heavy and dazed. Pansy kissed along her jaw to tug on Padma's ear, she tongued the flesh there and licked her way up and down Padma's neck. She teased and waited for Padma to give an inch, so she could take a mile. It only took a few moments before Padma began to tear at Pansy's robes and Pansy smiled into her neck before clamping down with her teeth and sucking.
"Fuck." Padma hurried, her hips making tiny thrusting motions against Pansy. By the time Pansy had finished with Padma's neck, there were purple blotches trying to peak through the dark pigment of Padma's skin, and Padma had been successful with divesting Pansy of her robe.
"I wore them just for you," Pansy breathed into Padma's ear. She was crouching in the most uncomfortable position, not quite standing but not kneeling either. Pansy pushed at Padma's shoulders and climbed, feline and predatory, into Padma's lap.
Padma's eyes swept over her, lingering on the small, but perky breasts which were barely encased in the green lace. The colour looked striking on Pansy; she had made sure of it before she left. Padma's hands reached forward, but Pansy shook her head. She leaned forward and undid Padma's tie, keeping eye contact with the Ravenclaw who had fresh tears running down her cheeks. Pansy smiled and slid the tie off, and went to work on the buttons, her other hand pressing against Padma's wet knickers.
"Oh Merlin." Padma moaned, her head falling back against the chair. Pansy smirked and worked the heel of her hand against the front of Padma's knickers while her other hand opened the button-down shirt and kneaded the naked breasts she found there. Padma keened. Her hands flew to Pansy's hair and neck when Pansy lowered her head to Padma's breast. She lapped at the nipple there, circling it with her tongue until Padma was panting with a bit of a whinge.
She tasted divine.
Pansy worked her hand underneath Padma's knickers and looked up into her clouded eyes before she sucked hard on Padma's nipple and thrust three fingers into her soaking wet cunt. Padma screamed, her hips bucking against Pansy's hand as she worked her fingers in and out. She chuckled against her skin and transferred her mouth to Padma's other breast, nibbling the swell of her breast as the thumb of her other hand found Padma's clit. She stroked it twice, light and teasing. Padma whinged above her and Pansy gently held Padma's hard nipple between her teeth. She made eye contact with the writhing twin.
"Please, Pansy… oh please." Pansy nodded, her own excitement heightened by Padma's begging and bit down on the nipple between her teeth and kneaded Padma's clit, her fingers thrusting and curling inside of her until Padma broke, her face twisted in orgasm, tear tracks down her face and tipped her head back, letting out a broken moan.
Pansy lapped at the abused flesh, her fingers slowly pumping into Padma. She trembled underneath her, thighs shook underneath her own legs and Pansy resisted the urge to buck into Padma's trembling body. Padma opened her eyes and Pansy slipped her fingers out of Padma's opening, licking the juices off, letting her tongue swirl and dip into all the crevices of her finger, unable to get enough of her taste.
"Look so beautiful, laid out for me, coming for me," Pansy whispered against Padma's neck. Padma nodded, her lips finding Pansy's. They kissed, languid and urgent, Pansy's own heat pressed against Padma. Padma shivered and Pansy moaned when Padma broke away to work down Pansy's neck with her hot mouth.
"Feels so good. Does the lace feel good against your skin? Love it. Goodness… suck right there." Pansy threaded her hands through Padma's hair, pulling at the plait until it was completely undone. She guided Padma's head down her neck, which she licked and suckled on command. Pansy moaned and thrust against Padma, who thrust back. The lace against her cunt was creating the most delicious friction.
"Want to make you come again, make you break underneath my mouth-" Pansy broke off into a moan as Padma engulfed her nipple through the lace. Pansy bucked against her, her back pressed against the table as she positioned herself against Padma's cunt, Padma's skirt bunched up between them and her knickers soaked through from her first orgasm. Pansy could smell her. She moaned as Padma moved her mouth to the other nipple. Pansy could feel Padma's tear-streaked face on her skin. The thought almost had her coming, her clit untouched. She yanked at Padma's hair until the twin unlatched herself from Pansy's breast and smashed their lips together.
They both moaned into the kiss.
Pansy marvelled at how pliant the Ravenclaw was in her arms; how willing Padma bent to her will with a carefully placed manipulation. But this wasn't anything like the woman and men she tortured for Bellatrix, those partners were unwilling in their confession and Pansy was the only one who gained in those exchanges- not that she didn't enjoy them, because she did. But for once in her life, Pansy felt like the tricks she played with Padma were well deserved. Padma was playing the same tricks back and it felt good to be used.
Padma stood from the chair, her hands grasping Pansy's ass and lifted her onto the table. She made quick work of her skirt and knickers, their mouths still entangled, tongues thrusting against each other. Pansy's hands wandered, clutching at Padma's tits and the swell of her ass. Padma frantically pulled Pansy's lace knickers off before she fitted herself between Pansy's legs.
Pansy broke the kiss and gasped. Padma thrust against her, their bare cunts pressing together in the most intoxicating rhythm. Pansy arched, thrusting back so their hips slammed against each other. She could feel her orgasm approach in the way Padma was using her shoulders as leverage so the devious twin could fuck her through the table, in the way Padma's breasts swung with every thrust, the way Padma fucked out of pure need; like the little cunt just wanted to crawl inside of Pansy, desperate to be besotted, desperate to be anything but lost in war. And then, suddenly, Padma shifted just barely and their clits collided and Pansy was coming with a strangled moan, her hips flying against Padma's.
Pansy opened her eyes to see Padma straddling her, her hand moving in between her legs. Her fingers coated with her own juices that made Pansy lick her lips in anticipation. There was a new batch of tears down her cheeks and Pansy repressed the urge to wipe them away. She could never tell what made Padma cry, only that it made Pansy wet with the need to make her cry a river to submerge the entire world. Pansy moaned at the sight of Padma touching herself and quickly batted her hands away.
"Wanna taste you." Pansy pulled at Padma's thighs sliding her up her body. "Want you to come on my face, flood my mouth." She pulled again, and Padma's legs spread wide, her swollen lips just inches from Pansy's mouth. Her smell was dizzying, heady and strong like the taste of her skin. Padma looked down at Pansy. They made eye contact between Padma's swaying breasts. Pansy blew slightly against Padma's clit, it throbbed, begged her to lean forward… just for a taste.
"I want you to break." Pansy closed her mouth over Padma's clit and flicked her tongue lightly over the sensitive bud. Above her, Padma moaned and massaged one of her breasts with her hand. Pansy grasped Padma's arse cheeks and thrust three fingers roughly into Padma's opening. It was awkward but Padma was close. Pansy had always marvelled at the way Padma's cunt just swallowed her fingers, like the Ravenclaw was starving for it. Pansy worked her fingers in and out of Padma's slick channel, her mouth making long swipes against the lips of Padma's opening before sucking lightly on her clit. Padma rocked her hips against Pansy's face, her moans dissolving into gasps and whimpers, repeating Pansy's name like some sort of prayer.
As if anyone could actually save them.
Pansy added a fourth finger and twisted. Padma thrust hard, her hips snapped back and forth onto Pansy's face. Pansy adjusted her mouth and her hand, curling her fingers at the same time her thumb entered Padma's puckered hole and sucked on her clit. Her tongue pressed wide swipes on the swollen bud of nerves, until Padma came, her bucking hips almost suffocating Pansy in their movements and the fluid of Padma's juices on her face.
Padma came down jittering. Scooting herself down the length of Pansy until Pansy stopped her, they were face to face. Pansy's own need was pulsing between her legs, the smell of sex hung heavy in the library, but Pansy wasn't ready to leave just yet. She wanted the smell of their sex to cling and saturate the walls and books so no one could deny that they were here, that they had conquered something for themselves.
"Clean me up." Padma nodded and started to move downwards. Pansy stopped her and pointed to her glistening face. "Here first, then I'll let you fuck me with your delicious mouth."
They kissed, Padma moaning when Pansy thrust her tongue into her mouth. She hoped the Ravenclaw could taste herself and wanted more. Pansy tweaked Padma's abused nipples as she lapped at Pansy's face. She moved quickly, lapping and sucking in all the right places. She paused at Pansy's own hardened nubs, still encased in lace and flicked her tongue over them until Pansy was moaning and thrusting against Padma's thigh.
"Want to fuck that pretty mouth." She pushed on Padma's shoulders until the dark-skinned twin settled between Pansy's spread thighs. Pansy raised herself up on her elbows so she could watch. The tear tracks had faded and Pansy wanted them back.
"I'll find your parents." Padma looked up, desperation replacing the earlier lust. "I'll find out what happened to them. I'll save them and you." Padma nodded, the tears leaking out of her eyes again. Pansy sighed with satisfaction and thrust her hips up to indicate that the girl should continue. Padma nodded and nuzzled Pansy's thigh. Her cool cheek was wet with tears and the feeling shot straight to Pansy's demanding groin.
"Help me, help you." She murmured as Padma descended onto her cunt. Pansy gasped at the first lick from Padma, a long lick from her puckered hole all the way to her clit. It circled there once, then twice, before starting again. Long, slow licks that left Pansy panting for more, Padma's name left her lips on more than one occasion, but the feeling was amazing, an explosion of tiny little nerves with every lick. Padma dipped her tongue into Pansy's centre, and Pansy bucked her hips in response. Padma held her hips down and slowly her tongue entered Pansy's cunt. She fucked her slowly with her tongue, the smooth organ creating fire while Padma's thumb worked tight circles over her clit.
"Oh just like that. Need more though. Need more-" Pansy was cut off when all four of Padma's fingers thrust up inside her. There was a burn of pain that Pansy imagined all her partners revelled in giving her, almost as much as she enjoyed the pain of full entry, pleased in her pain that no man could ever give her and then so much pleasure coiling in her body. Pansy screamed and bucked her hips, frantically fucking herself on Padma's tongue and fingers. Padma curled her fingers, finding that spot inside Pansy that drove her wild. Colours exploded behind Pansy's eyes… she was desperately close.
"More! Oh fuck! Harder, more!" Suddenly, it was all of Padma's hand, curling inside of her, fucking her in earnest while Padma's mouth sucked on her clit. Pain and pleasure melted together. She screamed again, her voice violent and powerful in her own ears. Padma was fist fucking her. It only took two more pumps of that dark wrist inside of her before Pansy was coming, screaming and thrashing her body into Padma, and exploding in an overload of sensation.
Pansy opened her eyes. The clock on the wall read two in the morning. Padma was sleeping beside her, curled up against her. Pansy shifted, pulling a book from behind her back. She winced as she swung her legs off the table. She was most definitely sore. Pansy smiled. Padma had never done that before. A shiver ran down her spine at the memory of Padma's fist filling her to the point of oblivion. She must have blacked out after she had come or she would never have let Padma cuddle against her.
Pansy stood on still shaky legs, grabbed her knickers and slipped on her robe. She pocketed her sticky underwear and took one last glace at Padma. She was beautiful; there was no doubt about that. Her hair was a mess, tangled around her tear-stained face. There were purple bruises beginning to bloom underneath the dark surface of her skin, but she looked sated and peaceful. Pansy nodded and draped Padma's discarded robes over her sleeping form.
She picked up her wand from beneath the table and headed out of the library, careful not to slam the door on her way out. Her body was sore, sticky with her own juices as well as Padma's. But she didn't clean herself up; she wanted everyone who had the audacity to be close enough to her to notice, to know how much power she had. Pansy Parkinson had the power to reduce a Ravenclaw to a mess of emotion, of pure need. She wanted Bellatrix to know she had done well. She succeeded and deserved to be rewarded.
Pansy gave a passing thought to Padma as she turned the corner, of all the beautiful, dark skin and the enticing tastes and smells the girl had. She licked her lips.
It was a shame, Pansy thought as she made her way back to the dungeons with Padma's exotic taste still on her lips, that Padma's parents were already dead, or Pansy would be tempted to actually save them.
