Chapter 3
It felt the same as the first time she had pressed her lips to his, feverishly drunk, and now she was intoxicated by the danger of the man she had wrapped tightly around her finger. Her heart was beating rapidly as they struggled against each other, pulling clothes off one another, and slowly backing towards the couch behind them. Her fingers ran down his chest, pushing away his open button-down shirt, and trailing to the waistband of his trousers. Dark red fingernails popped open the button and pulled down the zipper gaining access to the newly formed bulge.
“Chert voz’mi, Pchelka,” he muttered, pushing his fingers into her short raven hair to tilt her head up, their eyes meeting with matching pools of dark desire.
Her red lips curved into a smirk as her fingers tightened around his hardening length, still hidden within his trousers. “Take your clothes off, Dolohov.” Pansy’s voice was commanding, sending blood rushing to his groin just at the sound. “If you’re so keen on fixing your mistakes, you can start by making up for lost time.” She stepped back from him and her hands moved down to the hem of her short black dress and pulled it over her head, leaving her in just her bra and panties in a matching black.
Antonin pushed his shirt off his shoulders, letting it fall to the floor with his jacket. Continuing to follow her command he dropped his trousers to the floor along with his boxers, leaving him completely naked and at her mercy.
Reaching a hand out towards her waist, she swatted it away, instead pointing her finger to the ground. He lowered his head and dropped to his knees like a dog being told to sit. She took a step forward, parting her thighs as she stood on either side of his legs, her hand coming down to lift his chin. “My god, you are wrapped around my finger,” She muttered, only watching his blue eyes widen at her statement.
“Why don’t you put that mouth of yours to good use?”
Pansy awoke the next morning to the crash of her bedroom door opening and the arm around her waist tightening, sitting up abruptly in bed her green eyes focused on the figure of Theodore Nott standing in the doorway of her bedroom.
“Who’s ready for MIMOSAS!” he yelled, pulling the brunet beside her from his beauty sleep, mumbling a few Russian words under his breath. Theo’s mouth fell open as the man in her bed turned over, revealing the well-known, and very attractive face of Antonin Dolohov. “What in Merlin’s name!” he yelled, well, more of shrieked.
The raven-haired woman let out a groan, realizing why her fellow Slytherin had burst not only into her apartment but also her bedroom. “I never should have given you a key,” she muttered, falling back against the pillows.
“Care to explain, Pchelka?” Antonin asked, sitting up in bed next to her, not caring that he was shirtless and also leaving his dark mark fully exposed. She only let out another groan, pulling the covers over her face in the realization of the predicament she was in.
“I’m just gonna be in the kitchen,” Theo said, backing slowly out of the room, and closing the door behind him.
Once she could no longer hear his footsteps she popped out from under the covers, her cheeks painted a pale pink. “I am so sorry, I completely forgot he managed to get me to agree to get breakfast before I left the bar last night,” She said, pushing back the covers and hopping out of bed. When she turned around to face him she could see the dark purple marks she had left along his neck, contrasting the red scratches on his shoulders that ended where the thick patches of hair started on his chest, turning her face a darker shade of pink. “I have to get ready, but really, you’re welcome to stay as long as you like, but I’m not sure when I’ll be back.” she started to ramble as she sifted through her closet pulling out a set of clothes for the morning.
She kept her back turned to him as she changed, pulling her black slip over her head. What she didn’t expect was to feel his arms around her waist, and his beard brushing against her bare shoulder. “I wish you didn’t have to go,” he whispered, pressing a kiss against her neck. She pulled her black skirt up her legs and before she could reach behind her and pull the zipper she felt his large, calloused hands beat her to it. If you had told Pansy Parkinson yesterday that her heart would be racing and her stomach filled with butterflies she would have rolled her eyes and told you to get lost, but now that was exactly what she was feeling.
“Are you busy today?” she asked, leaning back into his bare chest. She heard him mumble a no against her pale skin and her heart fluttered. “Wait for me?” she whispered, turning to face him. He gave her a small smile and nodded his head before dipping down to give her a chaste kiss that only left her wanting more.
“You better not be getting up to dirty shit in there!” Theo yelled from the kitchen, causing Pansy to roll her eyes and Antonin to stifle a laugh.
“You should get going, I’ll be right here when you return,” she felt him pull away and he returned to the bed, allowing her to finish pulling her white Nirvana t-shirt over her head and tucking it into her skirt. Lastly, she grabbed a pair of socks and her platform boots before slipping out of the room, joining the brunette man in her kitchen.
As she rounded the corner of the hallway she came face to face with Theo stuffing his face with a muffin. “I thought we were going to get breakfast?” She snipped, drawing his attention to her as she laced up her boots.
“Yeah well I got hungry waiting for you to peel yourself away from Mc Dreamy in there,” he said, swallowing the last bite. Whipping his hands off over the sink he met her in the hallway, holding out his arm for her. “You have a lot to tell me,” he muttered, leading her out the door and to the entrance of the small apartment building.
They continued down the street, Pansy ignoring many of the other’s questions, stating that she needed a few drinks in her before she told him anything. She was quite baffled by her actions the night before. When he had left her that note she promised herself she would never allow him in her bed again, but that sneaky Russian bastard had managed to slither his way back in with that wondrous tongue of his.
Seated in the back corner of a small cafe, Pansy had thrown back three of the promised mimosas as they were waiting for their breakfast to be brought out. With the buzz of the alcohol she couldn’t stop herself from answering Theo’s burning questions, along with his pleading brown eyes he threw at her every time she said no. So that was how she found herself spilling every little detail of her friends-with-benefits relationship with reformed death eater Antonin Dolohov to her nosy best friend mid-day in the middle of muggle London.
“He just showed up on your doorstep and asked for your forgiveness?” He asked, leaning forward over the remains of their breakfast.
“More like begged,” she giggled, taking a sip of her fifth mimosa. Theo was an absolute enabler, but she knew he only wanted answers, and the drinks were delicious. “All I’ll say is he most definitely earned his forgiveness.” She said with a blush, making him sit back in his seat with a slack jaw.
She could see the gears turning in his head and anticipated the next question to fall from his lips would have something to do with her sex life. “What is Dolohov like in bed?”
“Don’t go around asking questions you won't like the answers to, Theo,” she said finishing off her drink and setting it down on the table.
He rolled his eyes and crossed his arms with a small pout. “C’mon Pans, I need to know if he’s truly as dirty as everyone says he is,” he begged.
She resisted the urge to roll her eyes at the statement but decided to lean into his curiosity. “Theo, darling, I wouldn’t be fucking him if he couldn’t send me to heaven and hell all at the same time.” Right as she finished speaking their waitress came over with the check, slipping it on the table before scurrying away. Pansy blushed lightly, glancing over at Theo’s eyes that were still wide open. “You don’t think she heard me do you?” She asked, going to reach for the check but he swatted her hand away, throwing down a few pounds without looking at the price.
“We best get going, I promised Luna I’d go dress shopping with her,” Theo said, pushing himself up from his seat. She followed suit, grabbing her leather jacket to pull over her shoulders as they weaved through the cafe.
Standing outside on the busy street corner Pansy pulled the taller into a tight hug, smelling the expense cologne on his dress shirt. “I’m sorry about this morning,” She mumbled, pulling away to glance up at him through the early afternoon sun.
“Don’t worry about it love, I’m just happy to know you're getting dick again,” he laughed, earning a slap on the shoulder. “Fine, fine,” he apologized, throwing his hands up in surrender. “I’ll see you later Pans,” he called as he backed away into a group of muggles, disappearing into the nearest alleyway.