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hp_bunintheovenTitle: Daddy's Bank Account
Author/Artist:
Pairing(s): Blaise/Pansy
Prompt: #O13 (She's bloody pregnant, for Merlin's sake, but of course Pansy Parkinson can't think of anything except where to find the hottest maternity clothes.)
Summary: A trip to Paris is in order.
Word Count: 611
Rating: PG13
Warnings/Contains: Suggestion
Notes: Thank you tolijahlover for handling the beta!
Disclaimer: Harry Potter characters are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Pansy took a small sip of wine, glaring at the nosy old woman who had the cheek to sniff at her in disapproval. One did not have lunch in Paris without indulging in some wine with one's meal. It simply wasn't done, whether or not one was enceinte.
Pansy smoothed a hand over the noticeable swell of her stomach. She hadn't meant to fall pregnant, but Blaise could be persuasive. Pansy smiled and her lashes fluttered as she considered Blaise's manner of persuasion. She absently ate another bite of her quinoa salad with mustard greens while indulging in an erotic daydream. She was jolted from her musings when the baby stirred inside of her. Pansy's brow furrowed. She'd thought the baby wouldn't affect her sex life until after he or she was born.
She sighed and signaled for the check.
Pansy had discovered there was one good thing about being pregnant--it gave her an excuse to shop for new clothing. Blaise had been gobsmacked when she insisted on a trip to Paris to shop, but of course, that is where the most haute maternity wear could be found. Fortunately for Pansy, her Daddy was rich.
She strolled down the pavement, short skirt swishing around her thighs, high heels clicking out a rapid beat. Pansy spied the store she was looking for, Seraphine, and quickened her pace. Yes, they had branches in London, but there was nothing like shopping for clothing in Paris. Pansy opened the door and strolled inside, where she was immediately greeted by the fawning staff.
Pansy lost all track of time while she browsed. She tried on dresses, skirts, trousers, and blouses, setting aside what she intended to buy and rejecting the rest. As the sales woman's eyes rounded in wonder, Pansy felt the thrill she typically did when on a buying binge. It was a good thing Daddy was wealthy and that he enjoyed indulging her.
Pansy paused near the display of lingerie. She removed a lacy teddy and held it up to herself.
"Ooh la, madam!" cooed the sales woman. "Your 'usband will love zis one."
"Isn't a bit racy for a...woman in my condition?" Pansy wondered aloud.
"Mais non! You are ripe and fertile and as sexy as you will ever be! Remind 'im why he planted zat bebe in you in ze first place, oui?"
Pansy grinned to herself as she imagined Blaise's reaction. "I'll take it," she decided. "And, I want to look at some other lingerie."
By the time Pansy left Seraphine, she had made a serious dent in Daddy's bank account. Her lips tipped up in a decidedly feline grin of triumph. Some people would find a marathon of shopping like that to be exhausting. Not Pansy. She was exhilarated.
Pansy glanced at her expensive watch, her smile turning to a pout of disappointment. She had hoped to shop for shoes yet today, as well. No matter; it could wait until tomorrow. Right now, she needed to meet Blaise back at their hotel. He had promised to take her to dinner at Pur' and she was looking forward to it.
Pansy strutted into the lobby of the hotel, preening at the number of male heads who turned to watch her progress. Even with that infernal baby bump leading the way, she still had it. Across the lobby, she spotted Blaise at the same time he saw her and stood up with a smile on his face.
As they closed the distance between them, Blaise greeted her with a heated look. "Hello, darling."
Pansy leaned in to allow him to kiss her cheek. She stepped back, winked, and said, "Hello, Daddy."
Author/Artist:
Pairing(s): Blaise/Pansy
Prompt: #O13 (She's bloody pregnant, for Merlin's sake, but of course Pansy Parkinson can't think of anything except where to find the hottest maternity clothes.)
Summary: A trip to Paris is in order.
Word Count: 611
Rating: PG13
Warnings/Contains: Suggestion
Notes: Thank you to
lijahlover for handling the beta!Disclaimer: Harry Potter characters are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Pansy took a small sip of wine, glaring at the nosy old woman who had the cheek to sniff at her in disapproval. One did not have lunch in Paris without indulging in some wine with one's meal. It simply wasn't done, whether or not one was enceinte.
Pansy smoothed a hand over the noticeable swell of her stomach. She hadn't meant to fall pregnant, but Blaise could be persuasive. Pansy smiled and her lashes fluttered as she considered Blaise's manner of persuasion. She absently ate another bite of her quinoa salad with mustard greens while indulging in an erotic daydream. She was jolted from her musings when the baby stirred inside of her. Pansy's brow furrowed. She'd thought the baby wouldn't affect her sex life until after he or she was born.
She sighed and signaled for the check.
Pansy had discovered there was one good thing about being pregnant--it gave her an excuse to shop for new clothing. Blaise had been gobsmacked when she insisted on a trip to Paris to shop, but of course, that is where the most haute maternity wear could be found. Fortunately for Pansy, her Daddy was rich.
She strolled down the pavement, short skirt swishing around her thighs, high heels clicking out a rapid beat. Pansy spied the store she was looking for, Seraphine, and quickened her pace. Yes, they had branches in London, but there was nothing like shopping for clothing in Paris. Pansy opened the door and strolled inside, where she was immediately greeted by the fawning staff.
Pansy lost all track of time while she browsed. She tried on dresses, skirts, trousers, and blouses, setting aside what she intended to buy and rejecting the rest. As the sales woman's eyes rounded in wonder, Pansy felt the thrill she typically did when on a buying binge. It was a good thing Daddy was wealthy and that he enjoyed indulging her.
Pansy paused near the display of lingerie. She removed a lacy teddy and held it up to herself.
"Ooh la, madam!" cooed the sales woman. "Your 'usband will love zis one."
"Isn't a bit racy for a...woman in my condition?" Pansy wondered aloud.
"Mais non! You are ripe and fertile and as sexy as you will ever be! Remind 'im why he planted zat bebe in you in ze first place, oui?"
Pansy grinned to herself as she imagined Blaise's reaction. "I'll take it," she decided. "And, I want to look at some other lingerie."
By the time Pansy left Seraphine, she had made a serious dent in Daddy's bank account. Her lips tipped up in a decidedly feline grin of triumph. Some people would find a marathon of shopping like that to be exhausting. Not Pansy. She was exhilarated.
Pansy glanced at her expensive watch, her smile turning to a pout of disappointment. She had hoped to shop for shoes yet today, as well. No matter; it could wait until tomorrow. Right now, she needed to meet Blaise back at their hotel. He had promised to take her to dinner at Pur' and she was looking forward to it.
Pansy strutted into the lobby of the hotel, preening at the number of male heads who turned to watch her progress. Even with that infernal baby bump leading the way, she still had it. Across the lobby, she spotted Blaise at the same time he saw her and stood up with a smile on his face.
As they closed the distance between them, Blaise greeted her with a heated look. "Hello, darling."
Pansy leaned in to allow him to kiss her cheek. She stepped back, winked, and said, "Hello, Daddy."
