So Much Better

Pansy walked up to the small house. It was similar to the others along the street, with small variations in color and the yard. Her ex wasn’t one to plant flowers but his grass was neatly trimmed and the tree that grew in front was cared for. Pansy knew that the appearance of his house was something he considered when it came to how people viewed him. All aspects of his life revolved around how he imagined people viewed him. That’s why she knew that what she had in her possession would work in her favor.

She knocked and waited patently until he opened the door, a huge smile on his face. “Pansy, I knew you’d come back.” He reached for her hand and practically hauled her inside. He slammed the door them reached for her, but she was quicker. She had her wand out and blasted his hand with a spark.

“Stay where you are Mark. I’m not back. I just want to warn you.” She kept her wand at the ready.

“Warn me?” His smile hadn’t vanished, as if waiting for the punch line to her joke.

“Yes. You see Mark, I know about your little desire.”

“Desire?” He remained smiling, but crossed his arms. “What desire?”

“Well, when you asked me I thought it might be something you had a fetish for, but I dismissed it when you never mentioned it again.” This time Pansy smiled as his faded. “I did some research and I found some interesting things.” She reached into her cloak and pulled out several parchments. “You see several women have been approached by you for that specific act, and some of them were very willing to talk to me about it.”

“You’re lying.” His face had gone deathly white.

“Really? Was Jennifer lying, or Priscilla?” She could practically hear his heart speed up. “I want you to stay away from me. It’s over, and if you don’t keep out of my life, I will make sure that these get sent to anyone who knows you and can you imagine what might be said about you?”

“You wouldn’t?” He took a step closer but she stood her ground.

“I would. To get you to stay away where you belong, yes I would.” She knew what he would do and rolled her eyes and he darted forward grabbing the parchments from her hand. In moments, they were burning in his fireplace.

He turned and before she knew it, had her flat on the floor. She kept her calm and as he looked down at her with an evil grin, she let out a sigh. “Did you honestly think I would bring those here without making copies…..” a knock sounded on the door, “or a backup plan?”

The door blasted open and Ron came rushing in. Mark found himself hurled against the wall. When he was able to stand he saw that Ron had helped Pansy to her feet and stood with an arm around her.

“Be warned Mark, I will let those parchments out into the Daily Prophet if I have to. Leave me alone.” She turned and walked out, with Ron following behind. He had wanted to file a charge, but Pansy wanted to handle things her way and he respected that.

They went back to his place, having agreed to have dinner together. Ron also wanted her to spend the night, in case Mark thought to show up at her home. She had the original copies of the parchments as well as copies she had made at his place.

She relaxed on his couch while he fetched them a drink. “What are the parchments about?” He asked, sitting beside her.

“Curious?” She teased him, leaning into him.

“Yes, I am.” He admitted.

She laughed at his words. Ron was the first to admit to anything he was feeling. Even if it made him look nosy, incompetent, daft or opportunistic. He seemed to enjoy it when he made people laugh. At least that’s how it seemed to Pansy.

“I talked to a few girls he dated, and when he mentioned a bachelor party he went to before we met I went to the brothel and talked to a few of the girls. It didn’t take long to find out what I needed.” She told him.

“And that would be….?” She thought his slight impatience was cute.

“Mark has a thing about wanting women to urinate on him.” She said calmly.

Ron started laughing. “So Marky likes golden showers does he?”

“Stop it.” She told him, but she was laughing right along with him.

“If you know about it, then he must have asked you to do it.” He hadn’t stopped laughing.

“He did once, and when I refused he never brought it up again, so I figured it was something he had heard about and wanted to try.” She set down her empty glass and shifted to face him. “When I had that talk with Tina in the ladies, I knew I had to find a way to keep him off my back for good. So I figured if he asked me, then he had to have asked someone else too.”

“So before the brothel, who did you talk to?” The story was getting better and better.

“His former girlfriend. I knew it had ended badly, he told me. So I thought she might be more willing to talk about it.” Her smile amazing and it went right to his heart.

“So the parchment?”

“Her signature, saying she knew about him and would talk. The other girls too, and they had offers of money. One even agreed, and her story takes a whole parchment alone.”

“I don’t mean to say I enjoy something like that, but in all honestly, a guy having an unusual sexual thrill is nothing new. What’s the big deal?” He asked. Pansy could understand his point of view.

“As a auror, you have been exposed to much more than a simple kinky desire. I can imagine some of the sexual crimes you have hunted dark wizards for.” Ron gave her a nod, thinking of the things he had seen.

“That’s true. He really isn’t hurting anyone, and a professional woman for the right price would be willing to do it. There is no crime, so again, what’s the issue?”

“The issue is that people would see him differently. Think about it, there is a reason most men keep their sexual appetites like this a secret. And for Mark, someone who takes pride in his reputation and how he is viewed, it would be devastating for a single person to know his secret, let alone dozens, including the people he works with.” She kept grinning at him.

“You wouldn’t be that sadistic would you?” He knew she had the power and most Slytherins took advantage of opportunity, but he had his doubts.

“No. If I really wanted to, I would have done it already. I wanted him to stay away and if he doesn’t then I will play my card, but I have a feeling he will behave himself.” Her confidence was so adorable and he couldn’t help pulling her into his lap, facing him.

“Remind me never to piss you off.”

She leaned down and kissed him. “I would never do anything like this to you.” She tilted his head and kissed his neck. “You wouldn’t betray me, would you?”

“No.” He sighed.

She leaned down and kissed further down his neck. “You wouldn’t try to manipulate me to come back would you?”

“No, I wouldn’t want you to leave.” He let his head roll back as she kissed his neck again.

“You wouldn’t try to make me do something I didn’t want to do, would you?” She opened her mouth, and sucked on his pulse point.

“Never.” His eyes drifted closed. She had the sweetest mouth, and her kisses were giving him gooseflesh.

“I knew you wouldn’t.” She ran the tip of her tongue up to his earlobe. “I knew you would be considerate of me, wouldn’t you?”

“Always.” His hands gripped her hips.

She slipped her tongue into his ear, hearing him groan. “I knew you would think of me first, wouldn’t you?”

“Yes.” He wrapped his arms around her waist.

She took his face in both hands and looked into his eyes. “Just like I know you are going to pick me up, carry me to your bathroom, bring me into your shower and clean me up while I stand there, not lifting a finger.”

Ron was up off the couch barely a second after she finished her last word. Wrapping her legs around his waist, she held on as he made it to his bathroom in record time. True to her word, she didn’t lift a finger to help him.

He set her on the counter while he turned on the water, and adjusted the temperature. When he had their shower ready, he turned to her and undressed her slowly. She merely lifted an arm or leg, but did nothing else. Ron was going to do everything.

When she was stripped down, she remained sitting on the counter while he pulled off his own clothes. When he was naked he took her in his arms and stepped into the shower. She stood still under the spray as Ron washed her hair, then soaped up a washcloth and covered her body in suds. She let her eyes close as he caressed her while he cleaned her. His back massage was wonderful and he rinsed her body with care.

Turning to face him, she took in his ginger hair, dripping with water droplets, while he met her eyes. He set the washcloth aside and let her look, wondering what she would ask. He could see the thought forming.

“Ron, when you shower what else do you do?” She asked.

“I shave.” He said, wondering why she asked.

“Do it.” She reached up and felt his jaw. “You are a little bristly.”

He chuckled, but obliged her anyway. Reaching out on the wall, he tapped the soap shelf and a mirror with his razor and foam emerged from the wall. He lathered up and took his razor, using long slow strokes to shave away the growth. After a moment, Pansy took the razor and with his hand on hers, he showed her how to carefully shave off the rest.

Pansy moved carefully, loving that he trusted his throat to her. Exposed with his head back, she could have slit his throat but he held still. She would never have thought shaving a man would be sexy but she found it so seductive.

After she was done, she put the razor away and ran her hands over his jaw. “Smooth.” Leaning up she kissed him. “Don’t forget, a lady uses lotion after her shower.”

Ron shut off the water and picked her up. “Is that right?”

“Well, I don’t know about every other lady in the world, but I do.” Wrapping her legs around his waist again, she was lifted out and held on as he used one hand to set a towel on the counter. She was dried carefully and waited patiently while he died off.

He took his plain lotion and with a wave of his wand, added a rose scent. He eased her onto his bed and she closed her eyes relaxing as he lotioned her body. She eventually fell asleep under his hands. He didn’t mind. Making her feel this way was a joy to him.

He slipped into bed with her, resting on his elbow, watching her. She was so beautiful and that fact that she wanted him fed his ego, but it fed his pride as well. He had her and he was secure in that. He would do noting to foul this up. Putting out the lights, he settled beside her and let himself fall himself.