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20 June 2013 @ 09:10 pm
Leigh!fic | Respectable Gentlemen (1/1) | Percy Weasley/Padma Patil  
Title: Respectable Gentlemen (1/1)
Author: Leigh, aka leigh_adams
Characters: Percy Weasley/Padma Patil
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 408
Summary: Respectable gentlemen did not succumb to temptation and shag a coworker in the Minstry lifts.
Author’s Notes: Written for this week's posting at hp_humpdrabbles.

Percy Weasley was not the sort of man one might refer to as a 'Lothario.' He wasn't averse to women, of course, but neither was he the type with a new fling a week. He preferred any sort of liaisons to lie with the confines of a steady, mature relationship.

Discounting that one time in Amsterdam, of course. That was a different matter entirely, never to be spoken of again.

He was a respectable gentleman. And respectable gentlemen did not succumb to temptation and shag a coworker in the Minstry lifts.

Lying -- regrettably alone -- in his bed, Percy tried to block the mental images out. It wasn't the sort of thing to be repeated, ever. But when he closed his eyes, he could still see her flushed cheeks; he could smell her perfume (lilacs) on his skin, hear her pant in his ear.

Blood rushed to his groin as the scene played out in his memories once more.

His hands buried in his hair, any reply he might have made to her was lost when she pressed her lips against his. For a moment, he was too stunned to react -- and then his body overrode his brain. He slid his hands around her slim waist, pulling her flush against him.

"Miss Patil," he whispered against her lips, "I'm not entirely certain this is proper."

"Mr. Weasley." Padma broke the kiss to look him in the eye. He was unable to resist glancing at her plump lips, his mind imagining what they'd feel like other places beside his lips. "I'm not entirely certain I care."


Looking back, there was a part of him that knew he should have stopped her. Even if he were the sort of man to do... that sort of thing, the Ministry lifts were hardly the place for it.

But he had to admit, the knowledge that at any moment, those doors could have slid open and exposed them to the outside world, it was a goad to his pleasure.

Percy had long admired Padma Patil. She was wickedly intelligent and beautiful to boot, and he'd have to have been blind to not notice the way her pencil skirts clung to her shapely behind. Before she'd accosted him in the lifts, he'd even been thinking of asking her to tea.

Bugger tea.

Perhaps he'd owl her for a drink. Now.

 
 
Rozarka: patil: stockingsthimble_kiss on June 21st, 2013 06:47 am (UTC)
Love your Percy POV here! You get his voice just right as he's struggling with himself, and the capitulation/determination of the last lines is totally sexy. And what an awesome rarepair! Percy/Padma appears so prim and proper at first glance, yet I could totally believe they'd be seething with passion if you scratch the surface — or catch them in a Ministry lift. *g* Delicious!

I've got to say I'm dying to know what wicked business Percy got up to in Amsterdam, and with whom. ;)
Leighleigh_adams on June 29th, 2013 12:11 am (UTC)
Thank you! I thought about writing it from Padma's POV, but Percy's such a fun head to get inside. I couldn't resist the chance!

As for Amsterdam... he's quite affronted and insists that will never be spoken of again. <.<

*SMOOSH*
mollywheezy: percy perfect prefectmollywheezy on June 21st, 2013 04:43 pm (UTC)
"I'm not entirely certain this is proper."

I'm imagining Percy's owl to Padma saying something like, "Would you like a repeat of our not entirely proper activities?" ;)

Bugger tea. LOL!

Loved this! :D
Leigh: Dreamingleigh_adams on June 29th, 2013 12:11 am (UTC)
Heeeee! Perfect owl -- that's totally what he wrote. :D