By now, with all that they had done in the past hour, it was hardly as if Luna was unprepared and Nev seemed to glide on in as if he was meant to be there. Still, the sensation was once again new and she caught her breath.
Her hands reached down for Neville, grabbing his shoulders and drawing him up closer to her. Kissing the top of his head, his forehead, his lips. "It's okay Neville." She whispered. "I love you."