A Work of Art

Pansy returned home later that night. Ron told her that the painting was almost finished and she didn’t need to pose anymore. She did however returned to his house the next day, and they explored each others bodies, in every way possible. Learning what they liked and what drove them over the edge.



Ron had arranged for the final unveiling a month later. He spent time making sure the finest detail wasn’t overlooked. He took great pains to perfect this last portrayal, not only because his lover was the subject, but because this sin was the most libidinous of all of them.



He worked on the painting everyday for three weeks, beginning at dusk and stopping only when Pansy showed up in the evening. She was his relaxation and respite. He adored her in every way. She was just as inflamed but him as he was with her and she didn’t hold anything back.



He found himself thinking of her constantly. She took up his every thought. There were many times when he tried to paint and his mind would go back to the heated loving they had in the shower, or the time they soaked in the tub together. He thought constantly of the time she let him cover her with fruit and eat it off.



She explored everything with him and he didn’t want to give that up. He knew she thought this was just a fling that would end when the painting was unveiled, but Ron had other plans. He had never been with a partner like Pansy and women like her didn’t just walk into his life. Pansy was something special and he’d be a fool to let her leave his life. He asked her to come to his house after the party. They had to talk.





Pansy arrived at the studio and was besieged by reporters asking questions. How did Ron find her? Did he ask her to pose right away? Was she nervous about what the painting would look like? Did she like the previous images in the series?



Pansy also took part in posing for the photographers who wanted all seven girls together. They were all present at the final unveiling, in elegant gowns and supporting the artist they posed for.



Ron himself circulated the room, answering questions himself and was photographed not only with the girls together, but with each lady next to her portrait.



The turnout was astonishing. Pansy recognized reporters from every newspaper and periodical. Every well known reporter was there, taking notes and speaking to everyone. Pansy had been cornered by more then she could count.



At 8:30, the crowd moved to the curtain covered painting at the end of the line formed by it’s predecessors. Ron was standing inside the velvet rope and reached for Pansy, bringing her into the roped off section before her portrait. She didn’t know he would do that, but stood holding his hand as he spoke.



“Ladies and gentlemen, I want to thank you all for attending this evening. This belief of the seven sins has been told many times and I’m so grateful that you have enjoyed my own interpretation. Miss. Parkinson here was the lovely lady who posed for the final painting and I hope that she is as proud of it as I am.” Ron smiled at her and squeezed her hand when she returned it. As he leaned down and kissed her cheek, several camera flashes went off. Pansy knew it would be in the papers the next day, alongside the article.



“This last sin, was the most satisfying to paint, not only because it symbolized the end of the series, but because I believe of any of these infamous emotions, this one is the one that doesn’t belong here in any way. Our desires for mates and partners don’t damn our souls, they liberate us. It is our way of showing our innermost yearning and it is my belief that we should give in to it, not refuse it.” Pansy had to smile at his speech. She felt the same way, and was suddenly very proud to have been his muse.



“Without further ado, ladies and gentlemen,” Pansy moved aside as he raised his wand, “I give you Lust.” With a wave the curtain vanished and the painting was revealed. Pansy was in the position she had perfected over the course of their work. But what shocked her was the setting.



Instead of the smooth lines of the duvet she had been sitting on, Ron had used the rumpled image that was caused by their first encounter. She looked as if she was welcoming her lover back to bed. Pansy was amazed. She saw more flashes go off and knew that her reaction was captured by the photographers.



Applause sounded in the studio. “I hope you like it my dear.’ Ron whispered in her ear, holding her waist.



‘Ron, it’s wonderful.” She told him, still not believing that the sexual woman she was seeing was actually her. She hugged his waist and rested her cheek against his chest, while more flashes went off. They increased as Ron tightened his hold and kissed the top of her head.



His attention was diverted by reporters asking questions. “Mr. Weasley, how did you find your model for this last painting?”



“I found Miss Parkinson at Diagon Alley, having tea. I immediately saw the type of model I wanted and approached her.”



“Miss Parkinson, how did he broach the subject of this painting to you?”



“Ron said that my features and coloring were perfect with the last piece of a project he was working on.”



“Mr. Weasley, what features were you referring to?”



“I already had the idea for this type of red setting when it came to this final painting. Miss. Parkinson, has pale skin and very dark hair. That coloring translates wonderfully in paints and work with any number of colors. I saw Pansy and knew that the deep red would look fabulous with her.”



“Was the idea of a partial nude, or a simulated nude painting something you envisioned from the beginning?”



“I had originally posed Pansy in a chemise but decided that a suggested nude embodied lust more then anything.”



“Was the nude aspect a concern with you Miss Parkinson?”



“At first I was skeptical, but Ron assured me that it would be in good taste. When I saw what image he had in mind I was astonished. I had seen the painting in it‘s various stages, but I have to admit, this is quite amazing” She said looking back at her visage. “I’m still trying to convince myself that it’s me up there.”



The evening passed by pleasantly and Ron was once again celebrated as an artist. He stayed with her the whole night and invited her to his house after the gala had ended.



She reclined on the loveseat in front of Ron’s fire. It was approaching one in the morning, but she was still on a high from the unveiling. “You did wonderfully.” Ron said sitting beside her and handing her a flute of champagne.



“Well, it was your night, I just tried to support you. You were in your element.” She nestled into his arm. “Thank you for letting me be a part of it.”



“Thank you for posing.” He said putting aside his empty glass. “You know Pansy, this doesn’t have to end, what we have between us.”



“What happens when you meet your next muse?” She asked, avoiding his eyes. Ron took the glass from her hands and set it with his own, then he lifted her into his lap facing him and held her firmly but the waist.



“Do you think I’m intimate with every women who poses for me?” He asked. “There were six ladies before you, as you know, one of them being my sister and another close enough.”



“I know Ron, what I mean is what happens when you have to paint another sexual painting. Who will inspire you then? I’d be a fool to assume this would end up as something more.”



“Pansy, I have never become involved with a woman while working on a painting. I have fund many women attractive, but I never become involved with them. The women I’ve been involved with have been women I met in other ways. Pansy, do you want this to end?”



“No, Ron, I don’t.” He reached up and rested her hands on his shoulders. “I also don’t want to give in to foolish fantasies.”



“Is this foolish, how we feel about each other?” He asked, caressing her hips.



“Ron, what we experience together is beyond words.”



“What about me, how do you feel about me?” He asked. “And be honest, I want to hear everything.”



“I don’t know if I can classify what I feel in words Ron. I know the attraction I feel to you is unlike anything I’ve ever felt before, and to be completely honest it’s a bit frightening.” Ron said nothing, he just let her speak. “Ron, I wouldn’t call what I feel love, I think it’s far too soon for that.” He nodded in understanding. “I do know that I enjoy spending time with you, regardless of what we do.” He smiled at her. “I treasure out intimacy, and I get excited thinking about the next time we see each other. When I think of your touch, my body reacts.” He gripped her hips tighter.



“I know that feeling well. I have it too.” He told her, pulling her closer. “But I feel something stronger. I feel the need to be around you.” Her look took on a thoughtful expression. “I don’t want to end what we have. We have something so few people can admit to. I’m hoping that I have found someone who I can share my life with, and to end it would be wrong. We may not be able to say we love each other, but we can say that as lovers we match each other. Don’t you agree?”



“Yes, I can agree with that. I have never connected with anyone physically like this before.” She said bringing up one hand to stroke his hair. Ron took her other hand and kissed the inside of her wrist.



“Neither have I.” She kissed her wrist again, this time opening her lips against her skin. “I admit….” he kissed her arm again, higher, “it’s something I am…” he kissed the inside of her elbow, “reluctant to end.” He kissed his way up her arm to her shoulder. “Do you agree?” He moved his open lips along her collarbone.



“Yes.” She let her head drop to the side as his lips moved up her neck. “I don’t want to give this up either, but we should be adult about…..” He took her earlobe in his lips, giving her a nibble.



“We are being adult about this.” He whispered against her ear. “We are discussing this like mature adults.” He cradled her head in his palm and kissed along her jaw. “Mature adults who want to continue a most pleasurable liaison.” He took her lips in his and kissed her deeply, caressing the back of her neck and letting his other arm coast around her waist.



She released his lips and let her head fall to the other side as he tortured her neck again. “Say you want to continue this Pansy.” He took her earlobe in his mouth and let it slide out. “Neither one of us want to stop.” His lips slid along her neck and down to her shoulder.



“What happens when you feel inspire by someone else?” She asked. He lifted his head and held her closely.



“What happens when you desire someone else Pansy?” He asked her. He took in her silent expression. “Nobody can predict the future, regardless of what a bangled and scarved neurotic says.” Pansy had to laugh. It was a lewd but accurate description of Trelawney. “We have the moment Pansy,” he said taking her face in his hands, “if we can build something beautiful from this we should try.”



“It’s frightening to get involved.” She whispered. It was the first time she had admitted to being afraid of a relationship.



“Yes it is,” he whispered, bring her face closer to his, “but it’s a much worse feeling to be alone.” He said and pulled her into a hungry kiss.



Pansy let herself be taken in by his lips. “Maybe we can see how it works for a few months.” She said as he slid her dress down to waist, baring her breasts to his view.



“We have been trying it,” he took her breasts in his hands, “the entire time, the portrait was being painted,” he leaned down and took a nipple in his mouth, “we’ve been testing each other,” he moved to the other nipple, feeling both globes in his palms, “seeing how we react physically.” He took her in another kiss.



She eased he jacket off and started on the buttons of his shirt. “Reacting is one thing, anyone can react.” She said pulling his shirt off. “Anyone can do this.” She let her hands caress his form.



“But not everyone has what we have.” He buried his hand in her hair and pulled her into a tempestuous kiss, snogging her like a fourth year. “We have something unique.” He lifted her up and eased her onto the floor in front of the fire. The fire lit up her face in a golden glow, and Ron was mesmerized by her beauty. “What we have can be so much more.” He kissed her gently, reaching down and lifting her dress to her waist. He hand froze. “No knickers Pansy?” He lifted an eyebrow at her.



“I don’t wear them with gowns, you can see the line if it’s a tight dress.” She explained.



He nodded. “That makes sense.” He slid a finger inside her. “Now can you make sense of the wetness my darling?” She said nothing. “I think you’d like to continue as much as I do.” He reached for his trousers and ripped open the fastening, moving them only enough to free his cock. “Don’t you, Pansy?” He thrust into her deeply, moving in and out.



“Oh Ron….” She clutched his back and dropped her knees wider.



“Don’t you Pansy?” He leaned down kissing her lips, her eyes, her cheeks. “Don’t you want to see what we can create?” He ground his body against hers, driving her into the floor. “Let’s see where we can go from here.”



“Ron…..I ….can’t think ….like this….” She gasped out and held onto him.



“Don’t give this up.” He held her hands above her head, weaving his fingers with hers. “Don’t take away what we both want.” He smothered her with kisses. Pansy returned them with intensity.



Ron rolled over, bringing her above him. She clutched his shoulders as she began rolling her pelvis, taking his deep. He wrapped his arms around her back and squeezed the breathe from her body.



“Don’t leave me Pansy.” She buried her face in his neck and moved her hips faster, riding him with a thirst she felt to her bones. “We have something that shouldn’t die.” She felt her body approaching its release and moved faster, and faster. Ron was sliding about under her as she took her pleasure with him. “Say you will stay. Say yes.”



“AH….AH….AH……RON…..” She panted out with each thrust. She sank her teeth into his neck and gnawed the tough flesh, drawing it into her mouth and sucking the life out through his pores.



Ron was positive she was marking him, but he didn’t care. If anything he loved it. “Say yes.” He whispered again.



“YES…YES…YES…YESSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!” She cried out and she arched her back hard and clamped down on his cock. Ron lifted his hips and thrust hard, emptying himself while she milked him of his own release.



She had dropped her weight on his body, spent. He held her close, caressing her back, her ass, her hair, her arms. He lifted a limp hand and kissed her fingers one by one.



“Yes.” He whispered and kissed her palm.



“Yes.” She said onto his neck. She hoped she had made the right decision.



The End





A/N: There you have it. I thought about ending it at the party but decidedto give ron and pansy one more night and the readers a little closer after the painting is done I hope you enjoyed it.