Luna rests her chin on the back of the couch, kneeling up so she can look out the window behind it. She sees a small piece of London, packed city streets that are so unlike the little home she grew up in with Daddy. Grimmauld Place isn't a friendly home, but the people there need her.
The sun sets over the city in a blaze of gold and pink. Luna wonders how something so beautiful can exist in a world that is so dark, in so much danger, at the moment.
"Luna?"
Neville is behind her, sweet, kind Neville. She thinks it's people like him that make the sacrifices worth it.
"Neville," She greets him with a smile.
"What are you looking at?" He sits beside her, kneeling backwards on the couch as well.
"The sun," Luna says in her dreamy voice. "At least, after it sets, we're safe from the heliopaths."
"Luna, there are no--you're right." Luna looks at him curiously, and Neville tries to explain. "One thing I love about you, Luna, is that you can see things in this world and in people that a lot of us can't."
"And I love that you can see me," Luna says seriously.
Neville smiles shyly. Luna touches his fingers, a delicate brush of her skin against his. He closes his hand around hers, and it makes her heart skip a beat. Luna closes her eyes and sighs happily. Neville gently pulls her closer, and she allows him to. He is soft and warm and wonderful, and her heart still flutters when she's near him, even though they've been dating for a few months.
Neville parts his lips and leans close. Luna tilts her head to the side, and their lips brush in a gentle caress. After a moment, Luna captures his with more confidence, holding them firmly between her own. She releases them with a small, contented noise, and looks wide-eyed at Neville.
"Love you," she whispers, as if it's a secret.
Neville blushes, like he always does, but he says, "I love you too."
Luna kisses him again, sliding her tongue along his bottom lip. He tastes like chocolate and mint. He returns the kiss eagerly, with a small giggle. She echoes it, pulling back a bit and laughing freely in a way she hasn't been able to in quite a while. Not with the war around them.
But Neville, sweet, warm Neville, makes her forget. Makes her relax. Reminds her why all this fighting is worth it.
She leans all her weight against him suddenly, and pushes him down to lay across the couch. She settles on top of him, her elbows digging into his stomach. She gazes down at him with an expression she imagines reminiscent of romance-novel heroines.
Neville smiles nervously. He reaches a hand up to brush her hair away from her face. His fingers tangle in her long waves. Luna nuzzles into his hand, pressing her cheek against his palm and her own hair. He lifts his head to kiss her.
His hands move through her hair, letting it drop in rivulets around them. He curls his fingers and touches her neck. She tilts her head, and he replaces his fingers with his lips, sucking on the sweet expanse of skin between her ear and the collar of her shirt. Luna makes a soft sound of approval, a short giggle that turns into a sweet, "Ohh."
She moves her hands down Neville's chest and stomach, and rests them on the hem of his shirt. She twists the fabric between her fingers. patiently waiting for him to ask for more. She's always afraid of scaring Neville off; he is so shy and unassuming.
He does ask for it after a moment, with a whispered, "Luna" that holds many emotions and many more words. She slips her hands beneath his shirt and strokes his stomach. Neville lets out a breath neither of them were even aware he was holding. Luna lifts his shirt, wanting to see him. Her eyes wander in curious circles across his stomach, and rest finally on a soft pink nipple. She tries to tug the shirt higher, and Neville obliges, sitting up enough for her to remove it.
He blushes, and it spreads down his neck and touches his shoulders. Luna trails kisses along the flushed skin, silently asking him to relax. He does, laying back down against the worn couch cushions. She nips his shoulder playfully, making the small growling noises of a young crumple-horned snorkack. Neville laughed, and turned his head to kiss her again.
Luna opens her mouth, and bites lightly on Neville's lip, encouraging him to do the same. He obliges, and she draws his tongue into her mouth. She sucks on it. Neville squirms beneath her, and she can't help but smile. She lets his tongue go, leans back a bit, and finds that Neville is blushing again. She places a comforting kiss on his nose.
Neville seems to find his confidence, although slowly. He places his hands on Luna's hips and pushes her shirt up. She raises her arms, and he pulls her shirt off. When the cloth is out of the way, Luna sees that Neville is looking deliberately into her eyes, not at her chest or stomach or newly exposed skin. She places a hand on each of his cheeks, tilts his head down, and kisses the top of it. She wants him to look at her.
He touches her hips, her stomach, and she shivers under his fingers. He stops, looks up at her with questions in his eyes. She smiles.
"Go on, Love."
Neville cups one breast through her bra. He brushed his thumb across Luna's nipple, eliciting an excited gasp from her. Encouraged, he reaches behind her and fumbles with the clasp. Luna reaches back with one hand, bats Neville's hand away, and unclasps her bra with practiced ease. Neville attempts to stammer an apology, but Luna kisses him deeply, urging him to stop that and get on with it. (What are we doing, anyway? she wonders. Surely not… but that wouldn't be bad, Luna decides. She giggles against Neville's mouth.
"What?" Neville asks, pulling back.
"Nothing. I'm just excited."
"About what?"
Luna thinks Neville looks too innocent. She presses her body against Neville's so her breath is in his ear. "About you and me and this." She gestures to their naked torsos.
Neville blushes again. "We can stop whenever you want," he assures her.
"I don't want to stop," Luna replies.
Neville looks confused for a moment, but catches on. "Oh, um. Yeah. We can… do that if you want." He gets redder with each word.
Luna kisses his nose. "Yes, I want."
Neville nods. He kisses her back, then continues undressing her. He pushes her skirt down while she unbuttons his trousers. She kicks her skirt to the floor, then moves back to pull off his trousers and socks. She runs her fingers lightly over his toes, then up the inside of his legs. He smiled nervously as she tugs his boxers down. Luna throws the boxers over her shoulder. She leans over Neville and laughs lightly.
Neville hooks two fingers in the waistband of Luna's panties and slowly pushes them down, mindful of the delicate lace on the edges. He looks at her, fully naked before him for the first time, taking in her body. He touches her navel, then slides his finger down to touch the pale curls between her legs. Luna gasps as he runs a finger over her clit. He pulls back and looks up worriedly, but she urges him on.
"Do that again."
Neville does, venturing lower. He inserts a finger experimentally into her wetness, glancing up frequently to make sure this is okay. Luna closes her eyes, and a content smile spreads across her face. Neville adds another finger and strokes slowly.
Luna opens her eyes, and gives him one of those romance-novel looks again. (At least, that's what she hopes it looks like. It makes Neville blush again, so Luna assumes she did it right). She leans forward and kisses him, and at the same time wrapped one hand around his hardening penis. His eyes widen, and he stops his movements. Luna smiles and gives it a light tug. Neville gasps, and Luna is pleased with his reaction.
They familiarize themselves with each other's bodies with tentative touches and tugs and strokes that gain confidence as the anticipation builds.
Luna slides her hand down Neville's cock one last time, and cups his balls. She rolls them between her fingers, and he whimpers with need. She lifts herself over him and lowers herself slowly over his erection.
The head penetrates her, and it sort of hurts, but it feels good at the same time. Her body isn't used to being stretched like this, but she thinks she likes it. She lowers herself a bit more, and Neville moans. He lifts his hips and presses himself fully inside of her. She arches her back and cries out. She wasn't quite expecting that, though she should have been.
Neville stops. "Are you all right?"
Luna leans forward. "Yeah."
She kisses him. She's not sure what she was expecting, but this is amazing, being filled by the boy she loves.
"Neville," she breathes.
"Luna?"
Luna lifts her hips, then lowers herself again, and she can feel herself open up further for Neville. She does it again, and notices how very wet it is. Once more, and she can feel Neville's balls press against the sensitive skin between her legs.
She moans appropriately, a quiet, high-pitched noise that starts low in her belly and escapes her lips. Neville responds with a similar moan. He grips her waist in both hands and begins to thrust into her. Luna matches his thrusts, rolling her hips against his. His thick pubic hair adds friction against her clit. The increased motion pulls at it, increasing her pleasure.
Neville's breathing is hard and ragged as he approaches orgasm. Her own speeds up, and she makes desperate little noises each time he penetrates her. She squeezes her eyes shut, focussing on the pleasure.
Neville comes first, spilling into her. He thrusts a few more times, riding out his orgasm, and Luna climaxes as well. She cries his name, wide-eyed, then falls forward against him.
Neville starts to pull out, but she stops him with a whimpered, "No."
She clenches her muscles briefly around him. This feels good, and she doesn't want it to stop. They lay like that until it becomes too uncomfortable. She shifts, allowing Neville to slip out of her. She kisses him soundly on the lips and smiles contentedly. Neville returns the smile, and strokes her hair.
It's dark now, but there is moonlight filtering through the window above the couch. It highlights Neville's face with soft silver hues. Once again, Luna marvels that there can be anything so beautiful in such a desperate time.
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