Title: Natural Pairing: Neville/Lavender Rating: NC-17 Word Count: ~1,850 (OMG I'm so sorry! I didn't mean for this to get so long!)
Lavender ran her hands through Neville's shaggy hair as they snogged, scratching her nails lightly along his scalp. With Neville's mostly naked body pressing her against his dorm bed, she could easily feel his responding shudder. He ground down against her, the thick ridge of his pants-covered erection rubbing up against her flimsy knickers and making Lavender moan. Merlin, she couldn't wait to have him inside her.
"Want you to fuck me," she murmured against his lips, already looking forward to feeling him stretch her open. She hadn't had a shag since the summer, when Parvati would drag her to Muggle clubs in an attempt to cheer her up. It was surprisingly effective—plenty of Muggle boys seemed to find her scars edgy and mysterious. It was different with Neville though, more somehow. She wasn't in love with him, not yet at least, but Neville had certainly grown up well, and Lavender wasn't ashamed to admit that he was the fittest of the eighth years, as well as the kindest. They'd grown closer since they'd come back to Hogwarts, and she appreciated how he never looked at her with disgust or pity because of her scars and how she'd got them. In fact, the way he was looking at her now, with lust and wonder, did tremendous things for Lavender's confidence.
Neville pulled back, biting his lip nervously. "I've, err—I've never done it before."
Lavender's brows rose. Sure, he'd been a bit of a late bloomer, but he'd already been fit as fuck during that last, terrifying year at Hogwarts, and Lavender was sure there would have been no shortage of witches eager to spend a few hours in Neville's bed in an effort to forget the horrors of the war for a little while. Neville had more going on back then than most of the rest of them though, and she supposed it wasn't too crazy to think he had been a little preoccupied with other matters.
She licked her lips. Or maybe sex just wasn't his thing? The snogging and grinding made him seem pretty keen, but that wasn't the same thing as going all the way.
"We don't have to, if you—"
Neville shook his head quickly, his eyes wide. "No, I want to," he blurted out, so eager it made Lavender grin. "I just… don't know what I'm doing."
"Oh, that's not a problem," Lavender said, going for soothing but landing somewhere a little sultrier. "I can show you." There was something intoxicating about the thought of being Neville's first, about showing him how to please her. The last time she'd been with a virgin she'd been one as well, and the whole affair had been more awkward and uncomfortable than enjoyable. Now, she had a better idea of what she liked, and she had a feeling Neville would be an attentive student. "Why don't you take off my knickers to start?"
His gaze was hot upon her as he tugged down her panties and tossed them off the side of the bed. This was likely the first time he'd ever seen a twat before—outside of porn mags at least—and Lavender let him look his fill, feeling a surprising lack of self-consciousness. Neville was just so real and genuine, and she knew that the heat and the reverence in his gaze as he looked her over wasn't at all faked. It made her feel sexy and powerful, and she spread her legs a little wider.
"You can touch me, if you'd like," she said softly.
Pairing: Neville/Lavender
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: ~1,850 (OMG I'm so sorry! I didn't mean for this to get so long!)
Lavender ran her hands through Neville's shaggy hair as they snogged, scratching her nails lightly along his scalp. With Neville's mostly naked body pressing her against his dorm bed, she could easily feel his responding shudder. He ground down against her, the thick ridge of his pants-covered erection rubbing up against her flimsy knickers and making Lavender moan. Merlin, she couldn't wait to have him inside her.
"Want you to fuck me," she murmured against his lips, already looking forward to feeling him stretch her open. She hadn't had a shag since the summer, when Parvati would drag her to Muggle clubs in an attempt to cheer her up. It was surprisingly effective—plenty of Muggle boys seemed to find her scars edgy and mysterious. It was different with Neville though, more somehow. She wasn't in love with him, not yet at least, but Neville had certainly grown up well, and Lavender wasn't ashamed to admit that he was the fittest of the eighth years, as well as the kindest. They'd grown closer since they'd come back to Hogwarts, and she appreciated how he never looked at her with disgust or pity because of her scars and how she'd got them. In fact, the way he was looking at her now, with lust and wonder, did tremendous things for Lavender's confidence.
Neville pulled back, biting his lip nervously. "I've, err—I've never done it before."
Lavender's brows rose. Sure, he'd been a bit of a late bloomer, but he'd already been fit as fuck during that last, terrifying year at Hogwarts, and Lavender was sure there would have been no shortage of witches eager to spend a few hours in Neville's bed in an effort to forget the horrors of the war for a little while. Neville had more going on back then than most of the rest of them though, and she supposed it wasn't too crazy to think he had been a little preoccupied with other matters.
She licked her lips. Or maybe sex just wasn't his thing? The snogging and grinding made him seem pretty keen, but that wasn't the same thing as going all the way.
"We don't have to, if you—"
Neville shook his head quickly, his eyes wide. "No, I want to," he blurted out, so eager it made Lavender grin. "I just… don't know what I'm doing."
"Oh, that's not a problem," Lavender said, going for soothing but landing somewhere a little sultrier. "I can show you." There was something intoxicating about the thought of being Neville's first, about showing him how to please her. The last time she'd been with a virgin she'd been one as well, and the whole affair had been more awkward and uncomfortable than enjoyable. Now, she had a better idea of what she liked, and she had a feeling Neville would be an attentive student. "Why don't you take off my knickers to start?"
His gaze was hot upon her as he tugged down her panties and tossed them off the side of the bed. This was likely the first time he'd ever seen a twat before—outside of porn mags at least—and Lavender let him look his fill, feeling a surprising lack of self-consciousness. Neville was just so real and genuine, and she knew that the heat and the reverence in his gaze as he looked her over wasn't at all faked. It made her feel sexy and powerful, and she spread her legs a little wider.
"You can touch me, if you'd like," she said softly.