The Room of Requirement

Pansy pouted as he didn't give in and let her pull it back toward her. "Oh, I will? No, no. That's up to you. I'd just take another bite-" but her sentence was cut off as he kissed her. She kissed him back for a second before she pulled away again. "Just another bite of your half of dessert. So really it's up to you." She blinked at him rather innocently, her fingers trailing their way down his arm toward the dessert again.

Draco reached across and wrapped his fingers around the wrist of the arm that was climbing his. He smirked and pulled her arm back down and her body back against him for a kiss again. Leaning back he brought the dessert back in and took another bite for himself, knocking her fork away when she went to take a bite of her own. "No, I'll just have to think of something later then, but for now I think I'll control the dessert." He pulled her fork from her fingers and put it to the side, scooping up a small bite on his own and offering it to her.

Pansy pouted at him, even as he held up a bite of tiramisu for her. "Oh so I'm not even allowed to feed myself anymore?" Regardless it was too good to pass up. She leaned forward and took the bite, making sure she got all of it off the fork leaving nothing behind. She licked her bottom lip a little afterward, again just making sure she had it all. "Well thanks for sharing, but I'm pretty sure you'll have to think of punishment now rather than later, or else it's not going to count anymore."

Draco shrugged, his hand moving down from her arm to slipping his fingers in between hers. "Well hopefully I'll have one thought up by the time we finish up this dessert." He smirked and ate another bite of his own before offering her the fork again. As she licked the cream off her lip he leaned in and gave her another kiss, swiping his tongue over her lip to catch the bit of whip that she had missed.

Pansy narrowed her eyes at him again after he kissed her, giving him an almost playful look. "Well you'd better figure out something by the time it's gone, because if you wait much longer I'm definitely forfeiting your punishing privileges, especially for something as silly as stealing the best bite of tiramisu." She watched his fork pick up another bite, lifting it to his mouth, and she went after it again, getting half of it and licking her lips clean. "Oh, I lied. That one was definitely the best bite. But only the half I got."

Draco rolled his eyes and ate the rest of the bite himself. "You know after careful consideration I think you're just biting off the bad bits for me." He smirked and took another bite, not letting her get that bite from him then he put the fork in the box and put it to one side, picking up a strawberry and holding it up to her.

"Oh, hardly. Those bites were absolutely delicious." Pansy grinned and shook her head at him, leaning forward when he held the strawberry out for her. Carefully she bit off the tip of it, making sure none of the chocolate broke off or fell away and got wasted on the floor. She leaned in again for the other half of it, biting up near the top of it, holding her hand underneath to catch the chocolate bits that were falling apart. Finally she managed to eat it rather successfully, picking up the broken chocolate pieces from her hand to eat as well with a little grin at Draco. "Want yours?" She asked, picking it up and holding it, but just out of his reach. He'd have to ask for it.

Draco grinned and wrapped an arm around her, and pulling her in so he could bite his own strawberry, getting the whole thing in one go and not spilling any. He pulled back with a smirk and chewed, swallowing and smirking at her "Well those were delicious." He grinned and shifted, making it so she moved to sit right up next to him, leaning against his side. He wrapped his arms around her and pressed a kiss to her shoulder. "Thanks for all this Pansy."

Pansy turned her head to look over at him, ignoring the tiny bit of tiramisu left and the fact that normally she would have tugged her skirt down quite a bit by now. She blinked slowly and smiled at him, watching his lips press against her shoulder. "I thought it might be nice to get away from everyone and everything for a little while. Our own little world in our fancy new clothes and stuff." She rested against his side, one hand resting on his leg like it had been earlier, her other one reaching up for his cheek.

Draco smiled and wrapped his arm around her far side to make sure she didn't fall off the side. "It is nice." He leaned in and gave her a soft kiss, pulling back again to rest against the couch, his free hand running up and down her arm and playing with the sleeves of her dress. "And if we required it we could stay here all night, not return to the normal world until tomorrow."

The corners of her mouth curled up in a little smile. "You know, I might just require that." Leaning forward, she pressed her lips to his for just a second, before she moved her lips down his jaw and onto his neck, focusing her attention there for a little while. Her hand, of course, remained right where it was, her long fingers curling over his leg.

He smiled as she leaned in and kissed him, his hand sliding up her arm all the way to flatten out over the bare skin of her back. He dropped his head back as her lips worked on making a mark on his neck. While he was laying there he required the couch to change, extending the bench to make it more bed-shaped so his legs were propped up too. Now that she couldn't fall his arm around her waist slowly moved down, fingers stopping just below the hem of her skirt.

Pansy smirked a little as the couch changed, her feet stretching out in front of her on the extended seat of the couch. She rotated a little where she sat, her knees resting against his and her fingers grasping his leg a little, slipping up a couple inches more. Continuing her affections to his neck, she let his fingers rest by her hem without a problem, no matter how high it may have been sitting at the moment.

Her hand was slowly creeping dangerously high on his leg and he let out a low groan as her teeth caught his neck. Her hemline moved up again when she moved and his fingers followed it, now resting just as far up her thigh as hers were on him. Moving he made her pull back before he leaned in and caught her lips with his own, his hand on her back pulling her in closer.

Pansy knew exactly where her fingertips would be resting if she moved her hand just a bit higher, but that didn't stop her in the slightest. In fact, as he pulled away from her and moved to kiss her, she slipped her hand up to where it had been heading, her other hand going to rest on the back of his head, holding them close as she shifted her body into his at the firm urging of his hand on her back. With a smirk into the kiss, she moved her fingers lightly over the fabric of his pants for just a second before returning to rest somewhat innocently on his thigh once again, though only her palm was innocent. Her fingertips, well, that was a different story.

Draco is simultaneously turned on and confused by this new daring Pansy. He groaned into the kiss and his fingers slid up and under her skirt, staying on the outside of her thigh where he figured she wouldn't push him away from. As her fingertips continued to brush the fabric of his pants he groaned again, not even trying to hide what she was doing to him.

After his second groan, she moved her hand away, leaving him well alone. Playing was all well and good but it just occurred to her that she had told him she loved him and she would do anything he asked. As true as it was, there were still things with him she was nervous about, and sex was one of them. Putting the pieces together of confessing loving each other, making out on a bed-like couch, her hand in his lap and his fingers creeping up under her dress, she knew she had to tread carefully now, especially since her fingertips had already gotten things started. She would go along with anything he wanted, she trusted him and loved him, but he would have to initiate it from here, and ease her into every bit of it.

Draco did not assume that with her love automatically meant sex, with any other girl he probably would have expected it and honestly with the other girls at this school love wasn't even required or expected. He felt her fingers move away and kept his hand still, his other moving down her back, skimming along the edge of the low back, making sure to stay over it for now. He wanted to move further with her, had wanted to for months now, but he had known from the start that she wasn't ready for that and even now she still wasn't ready to go all the way. His consideration for her and her personal limits was actually one of the markers that in retrospect really showed how much he cared for her.

The kiss slowed a little until Pansy pulled gently away from him, looking up at his eyes expectantly. She could see in them that he wanted her, regardless to anything, a teenage boys hormones were undeniable. The back of the couch which had kept them sitting upright lowered itself, turning what used to be a couch into something much more like a bed, right down to the pillow that was now under Pansy's head. She couldn't be sure if it was her doing or his, but either way it was comfortable. One of his arms was still wrapped under her, the other still resting just under the hem of her dress. She leaned in again, pressing her lips to his and kissing him softly, ready for whatever he would do next, knowing he understood everything would need to happen slowly, no matter whether the final goal was sex or simply playing with the lace of her panties.

Draco didn't know what had triggered the back of the couch lowering, if it had been all of his unspecific thoughts or hers or if the room could just read moods and change accordingly. Draco looked back at her when she pulled back, his eyes meeting hers, trying to gauge her mood and what she would allow. When she leaned in to kiss him again he slid his hand out from under her skirt, changing tactics slightly to see what he could do. His hands moved again, the one that had been on her back now cupping her cheek the other where it's partner had been, fingers moving to cover the zipper, waiting to see if she reacted before he moved further.

Pansy was surprised when he moved his hand from her leg, but only for a moment, for it soon landed over the zipper at the back of her dress. She knew she wasn't wearing a bra, simply because the back of the dress didn't exactly allow for one, but he had seen her topless before, hadn't he? Once maybe, when he had found her tattoo, so all in all this was nothing new. Pansy took a breath and relaxed though, her hands resting lightly on his face or his neck or in his hair as she continued to kiss him gently. Slowly, she arched her back just slightly to allow him to better grip the zipper pull.

Draco felt her relax and shift her back, his fingers tightening around the zipper. Slowly he pulled down on it, taking his time so she could pull away if she wanted but not giving her too long to consider, knowing she was fully capable of talking herself into or out of anything. Sliding it down his fingers trailed over the newly uncovered skin, surprised not to feel a bra clasp on his way down. His hand on her cheek kept her in the kiss, following however she was leading, not minding the slow leisurely pace at all.

Pansy is definitely fully able to talk herself into and out of anything, and Draco is smart to realize this. As soon as she agrees to something, unless he goes for it, she could easily change her mind in an instant. The kiss remained just as slow and gentle as it was before and Pansy sighed quietly and happily as his fingers moved across her skin. She was glad they were already warm and she didn't end up shivering away from them. One hand that had been resting on the back of his neck moved around to the front, fidgeting with his top button. If he was unzipping her dress, she was definitely unbuttoning his shirt.

Draco noticed her unbuttoning his shirt and didn't make a move to stop her. He finished pulling the zip down and slipped his hand into the back of her dress, slipping it around her ribs and knocking the fabric down slightly, waiting to see if she was going to pull the dress down herself. Leaning back slightly he smiled at her before moving his lips down to her shoulder, slowly shifting the sleeve of her dress to the side.

Pansy in my head laughed quite a bit at the idea of slipping the dress off herself. Her fingers shyly continued to unbutton his shirt, evening things out a bit between them. Finally she got to the last one and then returned her hands to the back of his neck, closing her eyes as his fingers wrapped around her ribs and his lips worked softly over her shoulder.