Fic: Peace Offerings (Millicent/Pansy)
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lightofdayeTitle: Peace offerings
Rating: PG-13
Pairing:Millicent/Pansy
Word Count:392
Content: Bit of Sappiness?
Disclaimer: The characters, settings and HP Franchise as a whole are owned by JKR and not by me. I make no profit from writing this piece of fanfiction.
Summary: Millicent wishes to make amends.
A/n: Day 2 of![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
hp_may_madness Prompt: Fetish Clothing. I asked everyone's advice on how to do this and ignored everyone, lol. Still I had you in mind for this ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
nearlyconscious so I hope you like it.
It was quite late when there was a knock on Pansy’s door. Pansy had been half-expecting it, but she was also half-asleep at the time and she jumped. Annoyed with herself, Pansy sat up.
“Who is it?” Pansy called out, even though she thought she already knew. There was only one person who would visit her so late.
“Me.” And even though she knew who it was Pansy scarcely recognised Millicent’s voice. There was an edge of hesitance to it and if there was one thing Millicent Bulstrode never was it was hesitant.
“Well come in then,” Pansy said, grumpily. Bad enough their last conversation had ended with… well not a fight exactly but a certain amount of chill without Millicent playing some silly game with her.
“You sure?”
“Yes!”
Millicent slipped into Pansy’s room. Pansy’s jaw dropped. For a few long moments silence reigned supreme, uncontested as Pansy stared at her girlfriend.
After a while Millicent became to fidget and shift her weight uneasily as Pansy stared at her.
“Well? What do you think?”
“You’re wearing a dress.” Pansy was in shock. Millicent never wore dresses. She was tall and strong (Pansy would have said ‘statuesque’ if anyone asked) and utterly unconcerned with ‘looking girly’.
“Do you like it?”
“You’re wearing a dress.”
And what a dress it was. Glossy and black, it clung to Millicent’s body and surely contained some kind of corsetry to give her some curves and shape her tits into some mouth-watering, seldom seen, cleavage.
“You said I never did anything nice for you. I did this.” Millicent had washed and combed her shoulder length brown hair until it shined. Her lips were painted bright glossy red. Pansy’s head felt light with the unreality of it.
“ I didn’t mean it,” she said quietly, “I love how you look all time. You know that, Millie.”
“Oh I do,” Millicent said, though Pansy could still hear the relief in her voice. “But I do mind dressing up occasionally if it makes you happy.”
Millicent walked, tottered really on heels, over the bed.
“Besides,” she said. Strong hands cupped Pansy’s face, tilting it upwards to meet Millicent’s. “I don’t think I’ll be wearing this get up for long, do you?”
They kissed. And as predicted Millicent’s outfit didn’t last long before it was strewn all over the place.
Rating: PG-13
Pairing:Millicent/Pansy
Word Count:392
Content: Bit of Sappiness?
Disclaimer: The characters, settings and HP Franchise as a whole are owned by JKR and not by me. I make no profit from writing this piece of fanfiction.
Summary: Millicent wishes to make amends.
A/n: Day 2 of
hp_may_madness Prompt: Fetish Clothing. I asked everyone's advice on how to do this and ignored everyone, lol. Still I had you in mind for this nearlyconscious so I hope you like it.It was quite late when there was a knock on Pansy’s door. Pansy had been half-expecting it, but she was also half-asleep at the time and she jumped. Annoyed with herself, Pansy sat up.
“Who is it?” Pansy called out, even though she thought she already knew. There was only one person who would visit her so late.
“Me.” And even though she knew who it was Pansy scarcely recognised Millicent’s voice. There was an edge of hesitance to it and if there was one thing Millicent Bulstrode never was it was hesitant.
“Well come in then,” Pansy said, grumpily. Bad enough their last conversation had ended with… well not a fight exactly but a certain amount of chill without Millicent playing some silly game with her.
“You sure?”
“Yes!”
Millicent slipped into Pansy’s room. Pansy’s jaw dropped. For a few long moments silence reigned supreme, uncontested as Pansy stared at her girlfriend.
After a while Millicent became to fidget and shift her weight uneasily as Pansy stared at her.
“Well? What do you think?”
“You’re wearing a dress.” Pansy was in shock. Millicent never wore dresses. She was tall and strong (Pansy would have said ‘statuesque’ if anyone asked) and utterly unconcerned with ‘looking girly’.
“Do you like it?”
“You’re wearing a dress.”
And what a dress it was. Glossy and black, it clung to Millicent’s body and surely contained some kind of corsetry to give her some curves and shape her tits into some mouth-watering, seldom seen, cleavage.
“You said I never did anything nice for you. I did this.” Millicent had washed and combed her shoulder length brown hair until it shined. Her lips were painted bright glossy red. Pansy’s head felt light with the unreality of it.
“ I didn’t mean it,” she said quietly, “I love how you look all time. You know that, Millie.”
“Oh I do,” Millicent said, though Pansy could still hear the relief in her voice. “But I do mind dressing up occasionally if it makes you happy.”
Millicent walked, tottered really on heels, over the bed.
“Besides,” she said. Strong hands cupped Pansy’s face, tilting it upwards to meet Millicent’s. “I don’t think I’ll be wearing this get up for long, do you?”
They kissed. And as predicted Millicent’s outfit didn’t last long before it was strewn all over the place.
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Date: 2015-05-03 04:20 pm (UTC)