Imperfection in a Red Velvet Dress

Then there were those Thursday nights in the office when he forgot all about his loving wife. These nights were made of movement, light, crushing power. From that first Thursday she had been like a drug, like the caffeine he needed every morning to go through the usual 5:30 a.m. routine at work. She was imperfection incarnate. Pansy/Draco. Written for LJ Smutty Claus 2012.