Pansy/Patricia

After a full week of rehearsing, Ron arranged his brothers to come in and test a new act. She dressed in the complete costume, which included three layers. She was in place on stage in the new set designed from the show and with Hermione’s input.



All five of his brothers were in place and waiting for the show to begin. The curtains pulled aside and Pansy stood on a small platform of stairs wearing a boa trimmed cover. When she turned around, the mask was in place, and Ron wouldn’t have know who she was if he didn’t already know who she was.



“Bout twenty years ago way down in New Orleans, a group of fellas found a new kind of music, and they decided to call if jazz. No other sound has what this music has.” She lifted the cover dramatically from her shoulders and let it fall showing a satin gown with black feathers on the hem, then took slow deliberate steps down the stairs as she sang.



“Before they new it, it was whizzin\' \'round the world, the world was ready for a blue kind of music, and now they play it from Steamboat Springs to La Paz.” Snaps filled the stage, and the backup dancers in black waistcoats and bow ties surrounded her.



“Oh baby, won\'t you play me Le Jazz Hot, maybe, and don\'t ever let it end.

I tell ya friend, it\'s really somethin\' to hear. I can\'t sit still when there\'s that rhythm near me.” She moved about dancing with the men around her. She was such a talent and it did him proud to see his brothers actively watching her.



“Also, baby, Le Jazz Hot, maybe, what\'s holdin\' my soul together! Don\'t know whether it\'s mornin\' or night, only know it\'s soundin\' right. So come on in and play me, Le Jazz Hot, baby, \'Cause I love my Jazz...hot!” That last word was a raspy whisper and she nailed it perfectly. Mor dancers filled the stage and she let the gown layer of her costume drop and the sexy fringed bodysuit.



She came down the steps again and the last verse repeated, with more intense steps and the stage was covered with dancers who surrounded Pansy while she sang. The final part brought her to the stop of the steps again. A long held note, raising in pitch and accented by quicker steps from the dancers held his brothers riveted. She ended the note and whispered out the final word, Hot, before the curtains closed.



All of his brothers stood to their feet and cheered. Pansy came around from the curtains and took a bow as the ginger family cheered. She looked at Ron and the smile on his face made her feel ten feet high. There was nobody in the club with the exception of his brothers and their cheers echoed. She imagined what it might sound like with a full house.



She looked at Ron again and her heart sped up. She decided to take a chance and reached up pulling the mask off her face. The brothers erupted. “Pansy?!” This came from either Fred or George. “Holy fuck!?” This came from the twin.



“You are wonderful?!” Percy shouted.



“Where have you been?!” She thought this might be Charlie, while the one who looked the oldest just smiled and clapped.



She left the stage and went back to her dressing room. She looked in the mirror and smiled at her heaving and sweaty image. She felt great and she giggled and spun around in the room. When she faced her images again she let out a triumphant laugh, before throwing her body down in the chair.



“I told you.” She looked up as Ron entered and closed the dressing room door behind him. “That was fabulous.” He said holding out his arms. She flew into them and let him lift her off the ground, spinning her around.



Pansy had never been on such a high in her lift. She felt ready to take on the world and she wrapped her legs around Ron as she squealed again. He was laughing right along with her, overjoyed at her reaction. She dropped her head and looked down at him, as he set her on her feet. “Where’s Ginny?” She asked, sitting and removing her dancing heels.



“She got an owl from Harry and had to leave for home, why?” Ron asked.



“She was supposed to help me get out of this, the fastenings in the back take another pair of hands.” She said, wondering what how she was going to get out of her costume.



“Can’t you use your wand?” He asked.



“I can’t aim behind me.” She said. “When is she coming back?”



“I’ll help you.” He said. “Turn around.”



She stayed still as he opened the buttons at her back. One by one the buttons gave way and her skin was exposed. She felt the brushes of his fingers on her back and could tell he was moving closer to her body.



The fringes slackened and she lifted her arms to keep it from falling. She slowly turned and faced him. He looked at her bare shoulders and the swell of her breasts as she as she clutched the costume. “Can you give me just a moment.” She murmured and slipped behind the dressing screen.



He waited and saw the costume being flung on the screen and a satin dressing robe was pulled off. She emerged a moment later, wrapped in black satin, and tying the belt. ‘So, are you going to remove the mask after the show?” He asked.



“I don’t know.” She said hopping up on the vanity since Ron was sitting in her chair. “It did get quite a reaction from your brothers.”



“They thought you were great. I knew they would.” He said, smiling up at her. She looked down at smiled down at him taking a moment to memorize his features.



Ron was soft in appearance when it came to his face. His characteristics were define but not the chiseled type most women went for. He had a gentleness to his face that showed when he smiled and only vanished when his temper was tested.



He watched her carefully. Her eyes were darting left, right, up and down. He let her look. She could look as much as she wanted. He didn’t care. He liked how she leaned her head inward and contemplated what she saw.



Pansy reached out a hand and cupped his jaw. His look was so welcoming and accepting. So trustworthy and honorable. He stood and moved to stand in front of her, just after she pulled her fingers away. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean…..”



“Don’t be sorry. I don’t mind being touched.” He told her. He leaned in and gently kissed her, waiting for her to respond back.



Pansy tilted her head and parted her lips, letting her tongue meet his. Ron absorbed her moans and little sighs, and lifted his hands to her knees, feeling the warm silk of skin. She raised her own hands and caressed his shoulders, parting her knees so he could move closer.



He slid between her legs and let his hands drift under the dressing robe feeling the succulent flesh that cradled him. He thrust his tongue deeply into her mouth, tasting her sweetness. Her calves wrapped around his knees and she hugged him closer. His kiss was intoxicating and she drank all he offered. The dressing robe was untied and she groaned into his lips as she felt his hand tenderly cup her breasts and his thumbs rolled over her nipples.



He pulled from her lips and looked at her feverish face. Her tongue darted out to her lips as she looked at him. She was waiting patiently, his polite little lady, for his next move and he did not want to disappoint her.



He eased into the chair behind him and moved it forward, then once he was settled, lifted her feet to his shoulders and look at her from his frame of legs. She smiled and let her knees drop to the side, opening her up to him. Ron looked down at the little mouth calling to him, whispering his name, and begging for a kiss.



He looked up at her, heavy eyes and her bare breasts rising and falling. She was waiting for his attention with such a patience and he smiled to himself. He lowered his lips and gave her a long lick from bottom to button.



She moaned and let her head roll against the mirror, while Ron tasted her. He licked her slowly, learning her body and measurements while cradling her curvy legs in his arms. He reached down and ran her fingers in his hair, pulling him closer as he kissed her lower lips with as much avidness as he had kissed her mouth.



She lifted her hips up and sucked up everything he made her feel. It was so much, so much more then she expected. She had been given this treatment before but never like this. This was something that curled her toes, something that built up a fire inside her that Ron was stoking with every flick of his tongue.



She reached down and grabbed his shoulders. “Ron.” She heaved and he obeyed her immediately. He rose and frantically pulled his trousers open, freeing his cock, hard and throbbing from the feast. Pansy slid down and balanced on her hands. She let out the most delicious sigh Ron had ever heard when he slid inside her.



Her eyes rolling about and her teeth biting her bottom lip was a sight he would always remember. He hooked her knees with his elbows and braced his weight on the vanity with his hands next to hers. He moved in and out slowly, watching her eyes. His eye contact was driving her mad, the way he watched her was more erotic then anything she had ever felt. His eyes were focused on her and nothing else.



She lifted her lips in a smile for him and he returned it. He thrust deeply and rolled his hips letting her feel all of him. She gripped the vanity in a white knuckled grip as her body twisted as much as it could on the small table. He kept the same rhythm, slow and torturous as he felt her body twitch around him. When she began the whimper, he lifted her off the vanity and up against the wall.



Pansy held onto his shoulders as he moved hard and fast. He was pushing them onward to a finish, and he wanted a hard one. He moved harder and harder, pinning her against the wall, and thrusting deeply. She cried out and welcomed him into her depth, feeling her body tighten up around him.



He growled along with her and she clawed at his back, shrieking out and clamping down on his cock. He let out a howl of his own, throwing his head back and clenching his teeth as he came hard, pushing her up against the wall. Pansy held her breathe as she watched the veins in his neck stand out, then slowly relax as he body calmed.



Together the slid down the wall to the floor, a pile of limbs, heaving for air. Ron cradled her close on the floor, planting the lightest of kisses on her temple and cheek.