Ah. Percy. What trouble we find, so innocently.

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Percy stirred, head throbbing with the beginnings of a low-level headache. Not too bad though, considering the office Christmas party and just how much he'd had.

He felt the stirrings in the bed beside him; a nicely muscled arm moved as the sleeping man shifted, head buried charmingly in the pillows. A subtle smile warmed him. It was stupid of course, to sleep with someone from work. But… sometimes… it was worth it. If it didn't work out, he could just say he was drunk after all. Which was true enough.

What department was the new fellow from again? Percy couldn't quite remember. He remembered blurry kisses, and how shy the young virgin was… the attempts to push him away before he finally gave in. More than gave in. He'd pulled Percy to the floor while they'd laughed.

He wasn't Percy's usual type. He was sporty, into Quidditch. Beautiful body. Tall. Such a talented kisser.

He had come like a twenty-one gun salute.

Eyes blinking, near-sighted and sticky, Percy rolled over and sat up a little. He nudged his bed-mate, ran his hands through the red hair.

"Good morning, luv..." The words died on Percy's lips.

Ron.



Finis.