Title: A Crackle of Bravery
Author: silvernatasha
Characters/Pairings: Neville Longbottom/Lavender Brown
Rating: R
Kinks/Themes Chosen: Ceraunophilia, hair pulling, female ejaculation
Other Warnings: School age characters
Word Count: 1,069
Summary/Description: When a storm hits the castle, Neville knows it won't be long before he has a visitor.
Author's Notes: Sort of set during DH.

Thunder crackled across the night sky.

Wide awake, Neville stared up at the darkened ceiling. One hippogriff, two hippogriffs, three hippogriffs… He fiddled with a button on his pyjamas as he counted internally. It wouldn’t take long, he knew.

When the next thunderbolt snapped the air, Neville heard the door of the dormitory open. Bare feet padded gently across the floor, pausing only for a second before the curtain around his bed pulled back just enough to let someone slip in.

And there she was, hair a frizzy mess, eyes wide. Neville pulled back the covers without needing to be asked and she joined him, curling against his warmth with their bodies pressed close in the narrow bed. Peering at her, Neville could see the way that her lower lip seemed to tremble; her tongue darted out to lick her lips, leaving them shining in the dim light.

The first time this had happened, Neville been surprised and exceedingly gentlemanly. He had kept his hands to himself and tried to think of things that would stop his body from responding to the fleshly sensations of a girl in his bed.

Then, she’d stuck his hand down her pyjama bottoms, pressing her fingers against her slick cunt, and Neville had surrendered completely.

Her lips pressed hotly to his, fingers slipping through his hair. She twisted, hooking her leg up over his. Neville’s hands, however, went straight for her gorgeous breasts. He assumed they were gorgeous, at any rate. He had never seen them in daylight. Under the soft, striped cotton of her pyjamas, her breasts were the perfect fit for his hand and her nipples felt impossibly hard. They always were when she snuck into his bed like this.

The battering of rain against the windows hid Neville’s groan as she ground herself against his erection. “Lavender,” he choked, but she bit his lip in response.

“Shh.”

Her tongue caressed his lower lip, seeking entrance. Neville gave in, hands still on her breasts. He could already imagine what it was like to touch her elsewhere and how ready she was. Lavender was wet and needy before she even got to him. He always wanted ask why she made a beeline for him like this every time a storm struck the castle. But he could never get the words out, not in broad daylight when she was looking at him with big blue eyes and toying knowingly with a sugar quill.

Here, in the dark with the storm sheltering them from the world, it didn’t matter how much Neville blushed.

Neville caressed the hard tips of her nipples and she pulled on his hair, squeaking out her approval. His scalp stung, but Neville knew it would be worth it.

At the next crack of thunder, the sound closer than before, Lavender shivered. The weather masked the rustling of the covers as she positioned herself on top of him, straddling Neville with his erection caught between her thighs. Lavender loomed above him, a dark shape that radiated the most inviting heat Neville had ever felt.

It only took a nudge of her lips against his and a light tug of his hair for Neville to get the message. He held his breath as he slipped his hand inside her pyjama bottoms. His fingers inched past the wiry curls; she was devilishly hot to the touch. As Neville groaned at the feeling of her wetness, Lavender quickly cut him off with a hard kiss, swallowing his every sound.

Thinking he might very well burst from frustration, Neville wished that she would move her leg just a little bit, anything to press against his cock.

He felt rather than heard her contented sigh when his finger started to slip back and forth quickly over her clit. It brought with it a sudden spark of bravery in Neville and he withdrew his hand from her breast, closing quickly around her wrist.

Lavender only paused in her energetic kissing for a moment before letting him guide her. Her fingers nimbly took hold of his erection. Neville tried his best not to buck up against her and mostly failed, swallowing down the loud groans that might have awoken Seamus on the other side of the dorm.

Breathing heavily, Neville could feel his heart beating against his chest like the wings of a Golden Snitch. The bravery was still brimming within him and he pressed a finger up into her, the slick passage wickedly tight around his digit. He desperately wanted to put in more than just his fingers, sure it would be even better than the touch of her smooth palm on his cock, but that was even harder to ask than anything else.

Her hips began to move as she rode his fingers. Lavender’s own hand on his length faltered in its stroking for a few agonising moments before she settled into a rhythm. Neville pressed his fingers harder and deeper and her grip grew painfully tight around him. Lightning flashed outside, illuminating the dormitory with a light so bright it crept around the heavy hangings of his bed. Neville hissed, the sound lost beneath a crack of thunder that seemed to be right on top of them.

She murmured an apology, trembling with laughter and arousal. Her thighs started to tighten around Neville’s wrist, which was beginning to ache even though she was doing most of the work as she tried to ride him to completion. Neville kissed her neck, breathing in the scent of her. He knew he couldn’t last much longer, but he wanted to be a gentleman and get her off before he came. Ladies first, after all.

As she whimpered softly, the rocking motions of her hips became more and more shallow and she squeezed his cock once again. This time, Neville was grateful as it delayed his orgasm just enough for him to bring on hers with a swipe of his thumb over her clit that was more an act of guesswork than a calculated move. She shuddered in a silent moan, coming over his hand in a gush that surprised him enough to break free of his last little bit of self-control, spilling his seed over her fingers.

Lavender squeezed her thighs together, trapping his hand. Neville could feel tremors still going through her; thunder rumbled through the sky, further away now. Storms had never been so exciting.