|Hannah Abbott promises she won't panic. (hannalea) wrote in eighth_rpg,|
@ 2011-02-07 19:33:00
|Entry tags:||hannah abbott, neville longbottom|
Who: Hannah Abbott and Neville Longbottom
Where: The Abbott Manor, Godric's Hollow
When: Late on Monday night
What: The continuing awkward adventures of their sex life...followed by an actually very serious conversation. As you do.
Rating: Adult situation...and yet childish. That's the Hannah factor, yall.
While Hannah had been sad this past week, her sex life with Neville had dwindled to a point of complete stoppage. Cuddling, sure. A bit of snogging a couple days? Okay, she could handle that. But she didn't have the energy for sex, not even close. Sunday at lunch had been their first time, and it had gone about the same: Hannah lying there, Neville coming in a grand fashion and then his guilt over her pain and...well, nothing-ness making them both over-assure the other. When two nervous, people-pleasing teenagers had sex, it devolved quite quickly into a Woody Allen farce.
So Hannah had an idea tonight. Neville came to her house late--what was going on at work? she wondered--and looking tired, but he had eagerly kissed her back...so it was time to do what she knew would be good. It was like sex, but Neville wouldn't have to worry about pleasing her at the same time! It was kind of genius, Hannah had to admit, as she knealed on the carpet in front of where she had him sit on the couch. Anton never named it--he just called it kissing him "down there"--though sometimes, Hannah (in her most naughty thoughts) thought of it like some dirty popsicle. Anton loved it so much, she had actually become quite good at it--and it was easy to practice. There were always popsicles in the freezer.
Her eyes popped open as she circled her tongue around--he had let out a groan that was, um...kind of...loud. Was that good?