Pansy's Lover

Pansy sat at breakfast, sipping her warm tea. She had been thinking all morning of Ron. Yesterday she felt sensations she had thought long forgotten. She hadn’t felt such a thrive for a man in such a long time. Her body warmed at the memories of his hands, his words to her, his body against hers.



She had to return to fetch her owl, would he behave differently towards her. He didn’t want to have sex with her, he said as much, but she had begged him, pleaded with him. She said she needed him and that much was true, but did he feel guilty for giving in to her? She certainly did, having put him in that position.



She had to apologize, there was no doubt about that. She sipped her tea lost in her thoughts when her husband entered.



“Good Morning Jason.” She said devoid of emotion.



“Good morning Pansy, I’m off to the office, I have a meeting to get to.” He took in her appearance as he hurried through his breakfast. “Are you heading out?”



“Yes, I have to go fetch Zeus.” She answered. Her husband looked up.



“Where is he?” He hadn’t stopped chewing.



“I took him to an animal healer. He had a lung ailment and the healer wanted to keep him overnight.”



“When did you take him?”



“Yesterday.” She answered.



“Oh.” He merely shrugged and continued eating as he read The Daily Prophet. Pansy looked at him in a glare. He hadn’t even noticed she was not home last night. She returned very late but he as usual was preoccupied.



“Jason, are you happy?” She ventured.



“Yes, of course.” He answered not looking up from the paper.



Pansy waited to see if he would say more but he didn’t. “I’m not sure I’m happy Jason.” She ventured hoping he would discard the paper now, but again she was wrong.



“Pansy I’ve always told you that anything you want, just let me know and I’ll buy it.” He finished his coffee and rose. “I’m going to be late if I don’t leave, buy whatever you want my dear.” He kissed the top of her head and then left.



Pansy sat there in her chair for several moments staring at the empty chair her husband had just vacated. She tried to form some word in her head to vent her anger but eventually rose from her chair and went upstairs muttering “tosspot” as she left the manor.



She arrived at Ron’s animal infirmary at just after eleven. She smiled at the intern at the desk. “I’m here to pick up Zeus.”



“Ah yes, Mrs. Parish. You can go though to Ron’s house, he can help you.”



“Ron’s house?” She asked.



“Yes, he said when you arrived to let you go ahead and go back.” She nodded and went down the hall. Knocking on the door, she waited only a moment when Ron answered.



“Hello.” He said stepping aside to let her in.



“Did I interrupt something?” She said, taking in his appearance. He was wearing jeans, partially fastened and back socks, nothing else.



“No you didn’t. I’m not planning on working today so I usually don’t bother dressing.” He closed the door and walked to the couch. “Would you like to sit down?”



“Ron? Can we talk.” She said still standing.



“Yes, you can, but please sit down.” He said. She walked over to the couch and sat next to him. “You’ve been thinking about last night?” He prompted.



“Yes, I have, and there’s something I need to say.” She said.



“I’ve been thinking too and there’s something I wasn’t to say also.” He told her.



“You go first.” She said, facing him.



“No you go, ladies first.” He said with a smile.



“Well I guess I wanted to say that I’m sorry.” He looked confused.



“Sorry?” He said. “For what?”



“Well Ron,” she looked at him again, “for using you the way I did.” She admitted.



“Using me?” He asked.



“Yes. I know you didn’t want to be have sex last night, and I know I shouldn’t have used guilt to make you give in. I’m sorry Ron, it I promise that it won’t happen again.” She had thought in her head all morning what she would say to him, and the lines came out of her head just as she had rehearsed in the mirror.



Ron stared to chuckle. “Use me did you? Guilt me into it did you?” He said. Pansy could only nod. “And I suppose you guilted me into the erection as well.”



Pansy looked confused. “Ron I just………”



“Pansy if I didn’t want to I wouldn’t have.” He told her. “I tried to refuse at first because you are a married woman and I felt guilty only about that. Believe me Pansy the last thing I wanted to do was make you feel bad about going outside your marriage.” He sat up and leaned in taking her hand. “I did want you Pansy, so much, and the fact that you are another man’s wife was making me have seconds thoughts.”



“Then why did you?” She whispered.



“Because I wanted you too much and when you asked me not to turn you away, I just couldn’t resist.” Pansy look around trying to put together what she had heard. Ron was angry, and he didn’t feel used. “Pansy.” She looked back at him. “What do you want from me?”



“I don’t understand Ron? What do I want from you?”



“Do you want to just let last night be a night and nothing more, or do you want to be able to come here whenever you wish?”



“You would agree to that Ron? Even thought I am married?” She asked.



“I would like to have you to myself but I have no right to ask that. Your marriage is your business. What I am concerned with was how much you seem to need it. I want to give you anything you need, no matter what it is.”



“That doesn’t seem fair to you.” She said. She wanted more then anything to be able to come to Ron for the intimacy she wanted. “I would be using you.”



Ron smirked. “If you think if it that way, then yes I suppose you would be. But think of it my way Pansy, we both need something. I know I can’t be anything more then comfort to you, but if you’d let me,” he moved closer, “I’d like to be that comfort anytime you need it.”



Pansy didn’t know what to say. He was offering her a way to deal with a failure of a marriage and a way to heal her broken spirit. She was so conflicted. She knew she shouldn’t agree. There was nothing in it but hurt for all involved. Ron would be hurt because they would have to hide from others, Pansy was hurting already knowing she couldn’t offer him anything more. Even Jason would be hurt. But she had a feeling it was his pride that would be hurt more then anything.



Jason would no doubt feel the sting to his image and the impact on his career. Pansy herself was of little consequence when it came to how he was perceived by his peers.



She looked over to Ron. “Your willing to do that for me Ron?” Deal with having to keep this a secret? We could never be more then what we were last night.”



“I know Pansy, but you needed it, and I want to be the one you go to. I want to give you everything you need. All you need to do is come here and I’ll be waiting. If that is all I can be to you, then let me be that.”



She rubbed her eyes with one hand. “Pansy,” he lifted her chin with her fingertips, “I won’t demand anything from you. I will accept anything you give me, but I won’t ask for anything but the chance to be what you need.”



“I’m afraid Ron.” She said averting her eyes.



“Of what? He asked, sliding closer and wrapping an arm around her waist.



“That I will become addicted to something I can’t have.”



“You can always have me Pansy, always. I will never refuse you. I just want to be what you need.” He said leaning in and kissed her lips gently. “Please let me be what you need.” Pansy gave in, reclining into him and returning his kiss.



“I hope we don’t regret this Ron.” She said as he rose from the couch and lifted her in his arms. She wrapped her legs around his waist and kissed him as he walked back to his room.



Pansy let herself fall back slowly on his bed, enveloped in the softness of his sheets at her back and the warmth of his body against her chest. Ron’s kiss was full of passion, as he undressed her. A passion she had long been denied.



Ron kissed his way down her throat, lacing his fingers with hers when he got to her breasts. She held his hands tightly as he sucked and teased her nipples with his tongue. She let her legs open and hugged his hips when he slid between them.



Ron rose up and kissed her again. She slid her arms around his shoulders pulling him closer. She drowned on the skin to skin contact as his chest slid against hers.



Ron took his time with her. They had already given in to the frenzied rage of desire, it wasn’t needed now. What Pansy needed now was to be treasured and worshipped. He breathed in her scent, letting her sweet perfume fill his every pore. “You are so beautiful Pansy.” He whispered in his ear when he made his way back up her body.



Pansy lifted her legs and slid them around his waist. She responded whole heartedly to his caresses, arching into him and turning her head to give him more access to her neck.



He looked in her eyes, watching them roll back as he slid inside her. Pansy let out a loud groan as his length submerged itself deeply. She hugged him with all of her limbs and nuzzled his face with hers. “Oh Ron, you are amazing.” She whispered as he started a slow rhythm, moving slowly in and out of her.



Ron kissed her cheeks, her eyelids, her lips, her neck, her earlobe. Pansy held her head still, receiving all his kisses and releasing sighs of contentment as he moved in and out. She slid her hands up and down his back, feeling the muscles move and flex.



She let her body reach for it’s own pleasure, giving over to Ron and his touch. She raised her hands and wove her fingers in his hair. She loved his hair. Soft and silk, devoid of any maintenance or additive, and gloriously vibrant. As vibrant as his passion for her.



She felt her body responding in strength to his movements. She pulled him closer and arched into him. Ron felt her body tightening on him. He loved the feeling she gave him when she approached bliss. It spurred him on, willing him to move faster and deeper. She was pulling on his shoulders, locking her ankles around his waist, pulling him deeper inside her.



She let out a mad shriek and squeezed down on his cock, covering him in hot fluids. Ron wasn’t far behind, emptying himself into her as she came down from her own orgasm.



He tried to move off of her but she held him still, not unlocking her legs and still clutching him to her. She planted kisses along his jaw and temple. “Ron, you are amazing.” She whispered once again.