Lansy One Shots

Neon Lights

Summary: Pansy has always loved getting attention; tonight, Luna makes sure she gets it.

Ship: LunaLovegood/PansyParkinson

All credit goes to SnortingLaughter on Ao3

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The club was full.

Blue, purple and pink neon lights illuminated the couples that moved to the rhythm of the music. It was crowded. People were pressing and rubbing their bodies together, their hands touching wherever they could reach.

Pansy loved to dance, but not in the crowd. She preferred to be near the bar where she could be easily spotted. She loved the feeling of men and women watching her, wanting her. But more so, she loved dancing for Luna.

She took a couple of steps away from her chair and turned her back to Luna, slowly swaying her hips and feeling her already short skirt crawling further up her legs and over her soft, rounded bum. She noticed several heads around her turning to see her and felt drunk with attention; she looked over her shoulder and saw Luna biting her lower lip as she dragged her gaze over her body. It did something to her insides, to know that she was the only one able to snap Luna out of her usual daydreaming state to focus on Pansy, and only Pansy.

Luna stood from her chair and walked over towards her—driven by Pansy's smooth movements—with a hungry look in her eyes. She turned her back to Luna and felt soft kisses trailing down the nape of her neck, felt her chest pressing against her back, soft hands gripping the sides of her waist tightly. Specks of light shone around them, like a bubble's iridescent surface shines in the sun, and the volume of the music lowered; Luna had cast a mild silencing charm.

"I want you to go to the restroom, take those pretty knickers of yours off and bring them to me." Luna's dreamy voice whispered sensually over the sound of muffled music, her breath hot against Pansy's ear.

"What?" She tried to turn around, but Luna grasped her waist tighter and kissed her cheek. A sudden, soft heat pooled in Pansy's belly, making her shiver from head to toe.

"You heard me, love," Luna purred.

She had never asked her to do that before, but Pansy obeyed immediately, spurred by desire and curiosity. She paused at the bathroom door and looked back to see Luna's lazy smile. Pansy entered the ladies' and slipped into an empty stall, not bothering to lock the door, leaving it slightly open. The beat of the music reverberated in the walls as she slowly dragged her hands down her neck and chest, squeezing her breasts lightly and feeling her nipples harden through the thin fabric of her crop top. Luna had asked her not to wear a bra tonight and she had complied easily; Pansy usually only forewent the use of a bra while at home, but she discovered she was rather enjoying the feeling of exposure. She lowered her hands to her thighs, feeling the radiating warmth of her skin.

The sound of heels clicking into the restroom made her lift her gaze. She could see a curvy, thick-lipped brunette in a short orange dress through the half-closed door, checking her appearance in the mirror. Pansy opened the door a couple of inches more and the woman's gaze fell on her reflection. Pansy felt a rushing heat that ran down her spine and settled low in her belly, spreading wetness between her thighs. She exhaled heavily and fisted the hem of her skirt, looking straight into the brunette's eyes as she lifted it up to her waist, feeling a wave of pleasure as her long nails scratched her skin lightly and the eyes watching her widened in shock.

She turned around and bent over, hooking her thumbs in her tiny black lace panties and heard the woman gasp as she pulled them all the way down to her ankles. Pansy stepped out of them, straightened gracefully, and left the stall smirking, with her knickers in hand. She held the brunette's gaze as she rearranged her skirt and winked at her.