Re: Pansy and Draco's Summer Escapades

[Pansy Parkinson-Malfoy]

"Hey, do not waste my rum!" Pansy swiped his chest with her fingers as she took the bottle back from him, licking them off and then taking another long drink from the bottle. She leaned back, bottle still pressed to her lips, to rest her head in Draco's lap. She shut her eyes and released the bottle with a sort of pop, resting it on her stomach still clenched in her fist.

[Draco Malfoy]

Draco smiled down at her as she flopped back into his lap. Wait. Pansy's head was in his lap. Why were his pants still on? Reaching down he stroked her hair and stared out at the ocean, its perfect blue drawing him into a trace. Without realizing what he was doing he reached for the bottle again.

[Pansy Parkinson-Malfoy]

Pansy laid there happily for a while as he played with her hair. She peeked one eye open just in time to see his hand reaching for the bottle again. "Neruughhhh..." Some kind of odd exasperated noise escaped her lips as her elbow almost subconsciously shot up to knock his hand away. She sat up again, her back to him as she traced her finger around the rim of the bottle. Sharing was certainly not her strong suit.

[Draco Malfoy]

Draco realized his mistake just as her elbow flew up to push him away. As she sat with her back turned to him a smiled crossed his face. Some things would never change. Then again that didn't mean he shouldn't try. After all... never say never! He slipped behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. Tracing a finger around her navel he propped his head on her shoulder, "Sorry love. I didn't mean it, promise."

[Pansy Parkinson-Malfoy]

She sighed and turned her head to kiss him on the cheek, wiggling only slightly as his finger tickled at her bellybutton. Pansy turned herself around to face him and put the bottle in his hand. "Here, I'll be back." She launched herself up off the ground and hurried down to the deck where she headed down below. After making her way through the darkness, she found the stash and grabbed another bottle. On her way back out, she stopped mid-run and turned around, contemplating. Yeah, two more. She soon came back with three more bottles of rum in her arms and a mischievous smile on her face.

[Draco Malfoy]

Draco looked more than slightly confused as she handed him the bottle but when she leapt up, giving him a wonderful view of her arse, and ran downstairs he knew exactly what was happening. Leaning back against a mast he closed his eyes to enjoy the suns warming rays. He was glad he'd remembered sunscreen though he could use more on his back. Pansy could probably use more everywhere. He should get on that. As a shadow fell over him he squinted up to see the best thing he'd seen all day. Pansy, in a bikini, framed by the sun, clutching rum bottles and smiling at him. What more could he want?

[Pansy Parkinson-Malfoy]

She dropped herself to the ground and sat down with her legs straight out in front of her. She placed the rum bottles almost methodically between her legs in a row in front of her, the tall thin one, the short rounder one, and the odd square-ish one. She stared at them for a minute before grabbing the square bottle and opening it, taking a long drink. "What?" she asked him, noticing his constant staring.

[Draco Malfoy]

"Nothing Love, I just like looking at you. You're gorgeous you know." And she really was. Even more so than usual. They'd been sitting out everyday and her skin had started to acquire a sunkissed glow. Picking up the half-bottle he'd been handed he finished it off in one last chug then slowly reached between her legs for another... did he want the long thin one or the short fat one. Which was more like Severus? He grabbed the short, round one and pulled the cork out. Sniffing it he smirked. Just right.

[Pansy Parkinson-Malfoy]

She narrowed her eyes at him and took a long swallow from her bottle, pulling her legs in to sit indian style because way too many wrong thoughts came from that unintentional description. "You're crazy." It didn't take long for her to drain it, almost as quickly as Draco got rid of his half-bottle, which she had taken care of the original half of for him. Pansy laid down on her stomach and rested her chin in her hands, staring at the tall bottle in front of her. "That piece of dust looks like a bird. I dunno what kind of bird. I don't know many birds. It's just a bird. Just a little bird."

[Draco Malfoy]

Draco (after facepalming of course) laughed at his wife. She was such a silly drunk. Taking another swig from his bottle he set it down and lay in front of her, peering at her around the bottle. "I don't really like birds... they smell and poop a lot... sorta like babies."

[Pansy Parkinson-Malfoy]

Pansy rolled onto her back, tilting her head back to look at him a she practically snarled. "Babies... Ew. They're smelly and noisy and needy and everything I don't want. I don't want babies. I don't want rabies. I don't want... nothing else rhymes with that." She picked up the bottle and pulled the cork free, attempting to take a drink while lying down, spilling a good bit of it down her neck. "Aw, damn. Wasting my own stupid rum." She pouted and sat up, sitting the bottle down rather sadly because it was emptier than before and too much of it hadn't even made it to her mouth.

[Draco Malfoy]

Draco leaned towards her, "Glad we agree then. No stinky sticky babies." With that he decided not to let the rum go to waste and leaned even further forwards accidentally going too far and knocking her onto her back. With him on top of her he looked down and saw the sheen of the rum. Slowly he started to lick it off her. Hmm.... this way it tasted even better. Grabbing the nearest bottle he sloshed a little more slightly lower down, onto her chest and proceeded to slowly start to lick it off.

[Pansy Parkinson-Malfoy]

As Draco's tongue made its way across her neck, she suddenly wasn't so disappointed about having spilled her rum. Her hands made their way to the back of his head, holding him to her as he licked away the alcohol. As he poured more onto her chest, she smirked and took a deep breath that she let out quite slowly, loving the attention he was giving to making sure he lapped up every drop. Pansy smirked and took the bottle from his hand, shoving his right shoulder and rolling on top of him. It didn't matter that it was easier for him with her on the bottom - she just liked being on top.

[Draco Malfoy]

Draco smirked as she rolled him over, too lazy and content to complain. Sliding a hand up his back he tugged on the strings to her bikini. As it slipped off he put it off to one side somewhere. Rolling her back over he grabbed his bottle (the short fat one) from off to the side and poured out more rum. Settling himself between her legs he started to gently lick the rum off. Unfortunately by this point he was more than a little bit buzzed (not that being sober would change a thing) and even after it was all gone he kept licking. It was fun.

[Pansy Parkinson-Malfoy]

After he'd finished licking the rum off her, she decided to return the favor, shoving him over once again to hover above him. She grabbed his bottle of rum, because she couldn't bring herself to pour out her own, no matter the reason, and poured it onto his chest and stomach. "My turn." She made her way across his abs in a sort of meticulous way, dragging her tongue slowly as she enjoyed the taste of the rum and her lover mixed up together. She took her time at it, making sure she got every bit there was. After all, she'd poured out quite a bit on him. It was almost therapeutic or hypnotizing, the repetitive relaxing motions across his thin but muscular frame.

[Draco Malfoy]

Draco let out a girlish giggle manly chuckle as Pansy rolled them again. Damn she really did love being on top. As she worked her way across his chest he tried to look up at the sky but had to close his eyes against the bright sunlight. Slowly the combination of the warm sea breeze, the rocking boat, the warm sun and Pansy's sensual licking lulled him into a trance of sorts. In one final energetic movement he slid a hand down to stroke the side of her face. After one light caress it dropped back down to his side. Relaxing even more he was soon pretty much asleep.

[Pansy Parkinson-Malfoy]

Rum gone, Pansy looked up to see Draco's eyes closed, his chest falling in regular motion. He was sleeping. She smiled and crawled up to his head, placing a soft kiss on his slightly parted lips before grabbing her still three-quarters full bottle and her disposed of bikini top and slinking away. She replaced her bikini top and leaned against the mast, taking a long drink as she stared up above her at the height of the mast and the billowing black sails overhead. She sat the bottle down and turned toward the mast, but on second thought picked it up again to finish it off while she stared at the rolling waves. Once the rum was gone (why is the rum always gone?), she sat it aside and faced the mast again. Somehow, Pansy managed to climb a small ways up the mast and swing herself out onto a horizontal beam where she took a seat, twisting her fingers around a taut rope. She swung her feet happily for a little while before thinking that an even higher view might be even nicer, and she stood up on the beam, grabbing onto ropes and figuring a way to get higher. She shot a glance over her shoulder at Draco, who was still sleeping several yards below her, and laughed at him for.. well, she didn't need a reason, Pansy's drunk.

[Draco Malfoy]

Draco heard laughter and slowly blinked into wakefulness. The first thing he saw above him was a foot. That was odd. Then that foot pulled back and he noticed a leg. Well that made sense..... then he saw Pansy. A grin spread across his face until he realized he was looking up. UP!!! WHAT THE HELL WAS PANSY DOING UP THERE?!!?! His face was frozen in a shocked expression as his tipsy mind tried to figure it out. Sitting up slowly he turned around and looked at her. Was she trying to go higher!?!?!?!? "Pansy. PANSY! What are you doing up there!?" He voice came out much more evenly than he had expected. Hmm. But still. What the hell was she doing up there?

[Pansy Parkinson-Malfoy]

"Climbing. Duh." she sat down again and look at him before leaning backwards and flipping over, hanging there with her knees hooked over it. If Draco had stood up their faces might have been almost even. She reached down towards him, trying to touch his face. She couldn't so she hung there upside down, just out of his reach, smiling at him as she was perfectly comfortable with the situation. It didn't register with her that he wasn't.

[Draco Malfoy]

Draco stared at her aghast. This quickly sobered him up. SHE WAS CRAZY... "Pansy. Darling. Wanna come down?" Somehow once again he kept the shock and panic from his voice. How he had no idea, inside his head it was turmoil. What if she fell? What if the mast broke? WHAT WAS SHE THINKING!?!?!?! Draco stood up and they were almost face to face. Her hand reached up to cup his cheek and he lay his hand over it. What was he supposed to do with her now.

[Pansy Parkinson-Malfoy]

As she finally could reach his cheek, she smiled before swinging forward a bit and kissing him. Then she folded up on herself, pulling back up onto the beam and standing on it. "No, not particularly. It's rather nice up here." She grabbed a line and stood there almost heroically, in a somewhat Jack-Sparrow-like stance, which wasn't far from accurate seeing as he too was always a little sloshed. "Hmmmm." She turned toward the ocean and stared at the length of the beam she was on, noticing how close it went to the edge of the ship, nearly out over the water. She stared at it as if measuring, calculating, and she took a few backward steps to lean against the mast.

[Draco Malfoy]

Draco smiled as she swung herself back up. She was like a monkey up there. A very cute monkey. As she stepped back against the mast he felt a little pocket of panic well up in his stomach. "Pansy... what are you doing?" He had quickly realized that Pansy and rum and things to climb was a combination that in future should be avoided at all costs. He backed up slightly so he could see all of her up there and his concern ratcheted up yet another notch (it was already higher than he could ever remember it being) as he saw her staring down the beam with an almost eager look on her face.

[Pansy Parkinson-Malfoy]

"Honestly, Draco, you ask so many questions that patience will end up telling you if you could just wait like a good little boy." She smiled at him good-naturedly and wiped her hair out of her face as she took a deep breath. Yeah, this would work. She paused for a moment, gaining as much balance as she could possibly muster, what with the ship rocking and the masses of rum she had consumed. And then, she took off. She ran down the length of the beam, one foot in front of the other and her arms out on either side to help stay a little balanced. She traced her hand along the fabric of the sail and as she reached the end of the beam, she shoved off with her foot, flying into the air. Pansy tucked into a neat little swan dive as she hit the water, disappearing beneath the turquoise waves.

[Draco Malfoy]

Draco was about to reply when she took off down the beam. He thought he was about to have heart attack. What the fuck was she thinking!!?!??!??!?! Sprinitng to the railing he saw her surface and wave to him. Without giving it any thought whatsoever he climbed the railing and dove down to join her. Surfacing next to her the first thing he heard was her laughter. "What's so funny?"

[Pansy Parkinson-Malfoy]

Pansy watched as Draco appeared at the rail and jumped in a hurry. She laughed at him loudly, she couldn't help it. "You looked like you just saw a dementor. Or at the very least a rather troubling boggart." She took a breath and slipped underwater, tickling his sides before diving deeper, beneath his feet before she came up on the other side of him. As he turned toward her, she spit her mouthful of water at him playfully before going under again.

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