Pigfarts (Continued from 1.0/2.0)

Scorpius was rather surprised by her ease with dropping it low and sort of wondered if that was due to some dancing experience or just natural talent and ability. He was sure that his eyes had darkened greatly as he continued to watch her move, especially when he body moved so that she was resting against him. When her hands moved to his hair, he knew that there was no way to fight the rush of hormones and attraction. He is a teenage boy and with his sexy girlfriend dancing and grinding and having her hands in his hair, it’s difficult to fight back the typical body’s reaction to such things. When her lips were on his, he immediately responded to the kiss and groaned when she ended it far too quickly for his liking. He kept his eyes on her, watching every move she made and not wanting to miss a minute of the dancing. When the jacket began to slide, his eyes immediately went to her bra and he couldn’t help but to admire how amazing her breasts looked. Pulling his eyes up though, his gaze caught hers and just the intensity of how she was looking at him was almost too much. He wanted more than anything to just pull her body towards his, but he knew that touching wasn’t quite allowed in these sort of situations.

Pansy let the jacket fall from her arms, landing somewhere on the floor behind her in front of Scorpius, completely forgotten. She arched her back and the slight bulge of her belly rolled against his chest. Both feet back on the ground, she turned around so that her back was to him. Reaching behind her to grab his hands, she put her fingers in between his and brought them in front of her, holding them out tantalizingly close to her skin, but just inches away from actually touching her. Lowering her hips slowly, she dropped gradually until arse was moving over his lower stomach, sneaking between his legs, and she chose that moment to press his hands to her hips, letting his fingers trace over the lace along the top edge of her panties. Quickly she pulled his hands away from there, guiding where he was allowed to touch, running them up over her stomach and just below her bra. Very slowly, she took his right hand and moved his fingertips to the underside of her bra, moving gradually so that his hand was eventually entirely over her breast. She let it rest there, languidly moving her hips all the while, bringing his left hand up to mirror the right. Dropping her head back, she took his left hand and traced it up over her chest and exposed neck, and then she let go of his fingers, tracing her hand down his arm and eventually reaching behind her to tangle in his hair again.

I needed a break from those damn poems.

Scorpius found that he didn’t mind one bit when her jacket was discarded somewhere, for it allowed him to really appreciate all of the amazing and greater curves that Nutter was causing to her body. He was slightly upset when she broke the awesome eye sex, but was quite pleased when she took his hands and hoped it meant he was allowed to touch. It seemed as though he was waiting ages and ages to touch her though, his patience quite tested. His eyes fell to her backside, a happy expression on his face as he was quite appreciative of the close proximity of her body to his. When he finally was able to touch, he eagerly allowed her to move his hands as he felt her smooth skin dance under his fingers. Unable to help himself, he let out a low groan when she allowed his hand to be on her breast. Feeling her hand in his hair, he dug his teeth into his lip for a moment before taking a deep breath in and then releasing it. “Pansy… if you keep this up, then we definitely won’t be able to get to that haircut quite yet,” he admitted, knowing that if her hips were to lower just a little, she would quickly realize why they would have to postpone the haircut.

Fully understandable, hahaha.


She smirked at his words, releasing her hand from his hair and letting go of his hand that was on her breast. She turned around where she stood, pouting down at him. "Well, we could stop if you want." She lifted her legs up and over his, settling down on his lap with a leg on either side of him. Putting her hands on his chest, she shifted forward so that their stomachs were touching. "But I think you'd still have to postpone the haircut for a quick shower, am I right?" Grinning at him, she slipped a hand down his stomach and toward the top of his pants, turning and slipping beneath the waist band fingertips first, her eyes locked on his to gauge his reaction. Slowly her fingers slid over the fabric of his boxers, feeling for what she knew she would find in there. Her smile widened across her face. "Mmhm." She pulled her hand out, lifting her body up off his lap and moving to stand between his knees again. Rolling her hips to music only she seemed to hear again, she reached subtly behind her. "And you don't really want to stop anyway," she unclasped her bra, letting it fall and casually dropping it to the side, "do you?" Her hands captured his again, keeping them where they were, so that for now he could still only look but not touch.

Scorpius really didn’t want the dance to end, but at the same time he wasn’t quite so sure if she was up for helping him out. He kept his eyes on hers when she moved to sit on his lap, growing even more excited over their position on the chair. He tried not to let out a slight huff at the mention of a shower, but knew that getting upset over having to take a cold shower was a bit ridiculous. When her hand began to slide into his pants, he licked his lip and waited until he felt her light touch against his boxers. His hips shifted slightly up on their own accord, wanting to feel more of her touch, but Pansy withdrew her hand before he could get more. When she moved off of his lap, he opened his mouth but found the words frozen as her hands moved to her bra. Yeah, he definitely didn’t want it to end. With her hands holding his, he realized that he was pretty much at her mercy if he wanted this to end right. “You’re trying to kill me, aren’t you,” he groaned, his gaze on her body before sliding up to meet her eyes.

Pansy grinned impishly at him. "If I were trying to kill you, you would know." She stepped backward away from him, letting go of his hands once she was just out of reach. And there in front of him she started to dance again, dragging her hands across her body and through her hair, alternately staring him down and pretending he wasn't even in the room. Knowing what it would do to him, she slipped a hand down her front, over her belly and right down over her panties, her fingertips coming to rest between her thighs. She groaned softly with her eyes closed, quickly flicking her eyelids open to look at him. Glancing down at his lap, she saw that he was getting close to being in desperate need of relief. Strutting back toward him, she leaned over to unbutton his pants, tugging them down a little and waiting for him to lift his hips so she could pull them to his ankles. She rested a knee where his thigh and body came together, her chest in his face for a moment before she leaned down to kiss him, her hands possessive on the sides of his face. Pulling away, she kept their faces close and then moved to whisper in his ear, her lips brushing his lobe as she did. "Want me to make you feel good?"

He was a bit annoyed when she pulled away from him, for that really was the opposite of what he wanted at that moment. He continued to watch every move she made intently, his jaw dropping a bit when he saw her hands moving lower on her own body. The sounds she emitted and her actions caused his pants to become unbearably restricting but, not wanting to miss a thing, he focused completely on his girlfriend. When she came closer, he was sure that his face communicated his eagerness but he really didn’t care. Every little move, sound, and touch she made had culminated in tight pants that he was too foolish to even think of removing. When she began to undo his pants for him, he lifted his hips with ease and allowed the pants to get pushed down. Before he could even think of kicking off his shoes and subsequently pants, her body was closer to his and he instantly kissed her in return. His hands moved to grip her waist as their mouths moved together with practiced ease. When she pulled back from the kiss, he was sure she could hear his quickened breathing. His breath caught completely though when she spoke and his eyes closed for a second as he calmed himself. “I think the answer to that is a bit obvious,” he remarked with a slight grin, eyes moving to look at hers and darkened with pure desire.

Pansy laughed softly, kissing his cheek and making her way back toward his lips. She stepped so that her legs were on either side of his again, sitting on his lap but not right up next to his body this time. Instead, she continued kissing him and moved her hands down his chest and over his stomach. Stopping at the top of his boxers, instead of just taking them off, which she realized would require her getting up again, she tore at them, finding a weak spot in the old worn in boxers and ripping them open. "Hope they weren't your favorites. I'll buy you some new ones," she whispered against his lips. Somehow she didn't think he would mind too much right now. She bit at his lip and slipped her tongue into his mouth, pointedly not touching him where he likely desired it the very most, distracting him with her mouth instead. Slowly her fingertips made their way along his stomach and thighs, closing in on the center destination. She wrapped her fingers firmly around him, running her thumb over his skin before she began very gently to stroke him up and down.

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