I want you, all tattooed Characters: Luna, Neville Summary: Neville springs his first surprise on Luna.
"Well. I'm going up to bed," Luna said, closing her book with a snap and glancing over at Neville. He'd come back from work later than usual, but he didn't tell her why. Every time she looked at him, he gave her a twinkly grin, but he didn't say what he was twinkling about. Really, it was going to be difficult for Neville to completely surprise her when he was so transparent.
Except that no surprises had been forthcoming, and Neville had given her the most twinkly grin of the evening just now.
"Ok," said Neville, getting to his feet. He was eager to get upstairs and strip off, and not for the usual reason. Although the usual reason would be quite nice to follow. He was looking forward to seeing Luna's reaction when she clapped eyes on her first surprise.
He held out his hand to Luna. "Shall we?"
Luna looked at his hand for a second, wondering when she started needing an escort to the bedroom. Then again, perhaps Neville was just twinkly because he was in the mood, and she wouldn't argue with a bit of that. She took his hand and skipped up the stairs. Once they reached the bedroom, she began pulling her robes over her head as soon as she stepped inside.
Neville looked on in amusement as Luna began tugging her robes off. Obviously she had been thinking of the usual reason, too. The amusement turned to interest turned to arousal as he watched the ultramarine material slide off her body. Godric, it was good to see her in bright colours again - and out of them. However, he had to stay clear for the moment if his surprise was going to have its full effect. In the meantime he checked that the monitoring charms on the nursery were still good, and closed the bedroom door. When he turned around again, Luna was down to her knickers and bra.
Luna turned to Neville. "There's the problem with not wearing robes. You're already overdressed."
"Sorry," Neville said, though the grin that followed wasn't very apologetic at all. Still grinning he began unbuttoning his shirt, from the bottom upwards. He paused mid torso and then continued to the top, being very careful to keep the material together at the front. Luna was watching him, and he had a tiny moment of doubt. He squashed it, however, knowing that Luna would like it. It matched her brooch, after all.
In one motion, Neville shrugged the shirt from his shoulders, letting it fall down his arms to the floor. A light blush coloured his cheeks as he waited for Luna's reaction.
Luna's jaw dropped slightly. So there was a surprise for today after all! Her eyes traced the pale green moth on Neville's chest, directly over the scar that had caused so much trouble. The scar she had rendered inert. "Neville." She stepped closer to him and ran her fingers over the tattoo. It came alive under her touch, fluttering its wings as if it could curl them around her fingertips, and Luna sucked in a breath. The new body art was sexy to begin with, and considering the image he'd chose... it was like he'd tattooed her name on her chest, except far better. She swallowed a couple of times before speaking again. "It's gorgeous."
He was pleased with her reaction and slid his arms around her shoulders. "So are you," he whispered, and then gave in to the fierce urge to kiss her. He could feel Luna's hands press against his chest as he embraced her, and the pleasant fluttering tingle of his new tattoo under that touch. He drew back, dotting many quicker kisses of farewell over her face as he did so. "You saved me, Luna," he said. "I know that when it all happened I didn't understand, and I'm so sorry you had to go through that. But you saved me. And my heart belongs to you. Always."
Luna couldn't think of a proper response to that, not in words, so she pulled Neville into another kiss, deep and slow, and hoped that he would understand. She pulled away only to slide her lips down his chin and throat and to his new tattoo. It fluttered in response to kisses as well, and its edges danced as she tried to follow them with the tip of her tongue. She pressed one more kiss to the raised tissue underneath it and looked up at Neville without straightening. "You're still overdressed." Her mouth closed over his nipple as she reached for the buttons on his jeans. She swirled her tongue around the nub, tugging it with her teeth each time she popped one of the buttons loose. When the last button came free, she shoved the jeans off his hips and wrapped the fingers of one hand around his hardening cock while pushing him in the direction of the bed with the other, not hard enough to make him stumble but enough to make her intentions clear.
He was very pleased with Luna's reaction. Neville moaned softly as she coaxed him towards the bed. His jeans slid down his thighs and he stepped out of them as he moved, which was made difficult by his hips twitching in response to her hold on his cock. The fluttering of his tattoo was sending tingling pleasure to the nipple nearest it. He hadn't realised just how affective the charms on it would be, nor how well it would respond to Luna's touch. He had asked to have it keyed to those he loved, and it seemed that the artist had done a wonderful job of it. His legs hit the side of the mattress as he thought what a brilliant thing magic was.
Thinking that it was Luna who was now overdressed he turned his attention to her underwear. He devoured the delicious sight of her breasts dropping free of the unhooked bra. Luna was too small of frame to be voluptuous, but her breasts were full and he loved the feel of their weight in his hands. He equally loved the feel of them pressed against his chest and he rubbed their flesh together as he hooked his fingers in her knickers and pulled them down.
Luna stepped free of her knickers and pushed down and back on Neville's shoulders to get him to sit, then straddled his lap. She rubbed circles on the moth tattoo with her thumb as she nibbled Neville's earlobe. "I can almost feel it moving, can you?" she asked, but she didn't wait for his response before trailing her lips down to his neck and continuing her nibbling there. She drew her other hand from Neville's shoulder down his chest and stomach, scraping her fingernails lightly around his navel and then up his thighs before taking his cock in hand once again.
"I can feel it, all right," Neville groaned, flexing his hips and running his hands down the smooth skin of her back to cup her buttocks. He squeezed her flesh and pulled her closer to him. She still had a grip on his erection and he sucked in his breath when she used him to tease between her legs. Her moist warmth slid along the tip of his cock and his grip shifted to her hips and tightened, keeping her in place. "Oh, Godric!" He couldn't stand the teasing much longer, his cock just barely within her. With an urgent grunt he thrust upwards, and closed his eyes to savour the easy slide inside.
Luna bit down harder on Neville's neck and moved her hand away as he slid inside her fully. She buried her hand in his hair instead, stroking her fingers through it in time to her first small thrusts of her hips. Then she raised her head to kiss him as she began to rock in earnest, pulling up until his cock nearly slipped from her body before she slammed back into his lap. The slap of skin on skin stung slightly, but she barely noticed it in the burst of pleasure that pulsed through her on each stroke.
Neville kept one guiding hand on Luna's hip and wound his other in her hair. He loved that she was wearing it down again. Some strands had fallen forward and tickled against his skin as they moved. Luna was in control of the rhythm at the moment and he let her lead him through his arousal, his excitement building in his lower stomach and balls with each deep connection. He twined his tongue with hers and then pulled out of the passionate kiss with a wet sound. He lowered his head to her neck, his nose pushing through her hair, catching the fruity scent of her shampoo. He latched his teeth onto the base of her neck and sucked strongly, tasting the clean skin, laving it with his tongue as he pulled away, smiling when he saw the bright red mark he had left.
Wanting more, needing more, he wrapped both hands around her back, crushed her breasts against his chest and flipped them over so that she was lying on her back on the edge of the mattress and he was crouched over her. He kissed and licked and bit at her breasts, leaving two more marks, one where it might be visible on her cleavage in a low cut top, one on the under-swell of her left breast. He transferred his mouth back to her lips and slowly pulled out of her body, teasing her in the same way as she had teased him when she had been on top. With only the tip of his cock still inside he paused and then, with a sharp nip at her bottom lip, he slammed back in.
Luna wrapped her legs around Neville's waist when he turned her onto her back, her startled gasp running into a second gasp as Neville began making his first mark. She thrust against him slightly, ineffectually, one of her hands twisted in the bedclothes while the other clutched the back of his neck. He had stopped leaving intentional marks somewhere along the line, and Luna was surprised to realize that she had missed this small sign of his possessive streak, though not so surprised as she was about having developed her own possessive streak. She briefly wondered if perhaps he would like her to get a tattoo for him as well, but his lips covered hers before she could form the question.
Her heels dug into Neville's buttocks as he teased her, but he didn't falter. She clenched around him when he finally began to thrust, the movements stronger than she'd been able to produce while riding him. She curled her tongue along his and her hand scrabbled down his back as warmth spread from low in her abdomen to the tips of her trembling fingers. Luna pushed back against him as best she could, each deep movement sending new shocks along her nerves, but it wasn't enough. She turned her head away from the kiss and panted for a moment. "Please, Neville, I need -- " Her words broke off into a moan as Neville thrust into her again.
Neville slowed his thrusts, though he didn't stop. He brushed Luna's wild hair back from her face, hands cupping her face as he pushed in again, grinding against her in a slow circular movement that made them gasp in tandem. He knew what she needed. He shifted one hand so that his thumb was brushing across her mouth, then he pressed gently against her lips, silently asking her to part them.
Luna opened her lips and allowed Neville to slip his thumb into her mouth. Her eyes half-closed, she watched him as she swirled her tongue around his thumb. His skin glowed with arousal and a sheen of sweat, the moth standing out proudly on his chest. She didn't think she would ever see the expression he wore too often, lust and love and need all focused on her. She sucked his thumb deeper, alternating between flicking the tip of her tongue over the pad and swiping the flat over the entire length of his thumb. Her eyes shut briefly when he made another long, slow thrust, but she dragged them open again. As he slid his thumb from her mouth, she gently closed her teeth around it and sucked until it popped free, then pursed her lips to kiss the tip before he pulled it away completely.
If he hadn't already been thrust to the hilt inside Luna, the sight of her fellating his thumb would have brought him to instant arousal. Instead, it suddenly became very difficult to control what he was doing. Quickly, he reached down between them, his moistened thumb slipping through her pubic hair. He was watching her face intently, and saw the moment her eyes widened in delight. He circled her clit again and then crushed his mouth against hers as he gave up on keeping control and drove them towards climax.
Luna buried her fingers in Neville's hair again, holding his head in place as she tongue-fucked his mouth in tandem with his fucking her. His thumb on her clit shot sparks of pure pleasure through her veins, and she met his thrusts eagerly, wanting as deep a connection as she could with him. He had lost any semblance of rhythm, but it didn't matter, not when her heartbeat was roaring in her ears and sweat beading on her forehead. The pleasure built with every stroke until Luna thought she might burst, and she had to jerk out of the kiss in favor of breathing as her body tightened and clenched.
With the last thrust Neville wrenched his head back, spine arching. Luna was tensing beneath him, around him, and he strained his hips forward, pushing as deep as he could as he pulsed inside her. His arm was trembling as it held up his weight, his other hand still between their bodies, thumb pressed against Luna's clitoris. A shudder swept through him and he lowered himself down on her again, curling his fingers through her hair and sloppily kissing along her jaw as he mumbled her name. "Yours," he breathed before kissing her lips.
"Yours too," Luna sighed, smiling, when the kiss ended. "Love you so much." She shifted under Neville, her hips twitching as his thumb moved over her clit one last time and his cock slipped free. She stroked his damp hair and neck soothingly with one hand and slid the other between their bodies to rub his new tattoo, feeling as though her fingers were magnetically attracted to it. She closed her eyes and hummed contentedly. Moving up on the bed could wait until Neville was ready or her bones regrew, whichever came first.
"Would you like me to get a tattoo for you?" she asked, her curiosity rising despite her lassitude. "This is the first time you've left marks on me, at least that I think you meant to leave marks, in a while."
Neville smiled slightly and shook his head. He managed to stand up and then crawled onto the bed. He pulled Luna with him, chuckling slightly over how cave-man like it must look, him dragging her across the mattress. Finally he got them settled against the pillows and he smoothed his hand over her perfect skin, fingers trailing over her chest to the marks he had made. "You don't have to get a tattoo," he told her. "I like putting my mark on you in other ways." He bent his head to kiss the bruises on her breasts. "I suppose I just felt that everything was back to normal again. The last of the bad stuff swept away. I'm glad you like the tattoo." He grinned at her. "I like it when you get all possessive of me."
Luna cupped Neville's cheek and smiled back at him. "I like it when you get possessive of me, too, so long as you're not hexing anyone," she admitted. "I'm not used to liking that, not in either direction." She paused. "Rather, I'm not used to being possessive at all."
"Well, I think sometimes it's ok to be - and I'm glad it's me that sparks it in you. I think as long as we don't get carried away, a little possessiveness is nice." He kissed her again, a quick taste of her lips. "It makes me feel wanted." He paused and gave her a slightly more serious look. "It doesn't scare you, does it?"
"A little, but not like it did before we had our talk, and talking to Harry helped with the other part of it, before. And if it makes you feel wanted, it can't be too bad. I always want you to feel wanted." Luna pondered for a moment. "I wonder how different it would have been for you if you'd known how I felt in school. I think it's better that we didn't start a relationship back then, but still, I wonder."
"I think I wouldn't have known what to do with myself and would have ended up doing something stupid like running away from you," Neville told her honestly. "Godric, I very nearly did that when we first got together! Glad I didn't." He snuggled down under the covers, wrapping his arms around Luna, enjoying the softness of her skin against his own and the tickle of her hair against his cheek. "You know," he mused aloud. "The tattoo should react to the twins as well - though in a different way. I asked the artist to key it to you. He did explain it all to me, but I was worrying about the design at the time."
"I'm glad you didn't in the end, too," Luna said, turning in Neville's arms and making herself more comfortable. A few minutes later, the sound of one of the twins fussing filtered through the monitoring charms, and Luna chuckled. "Sounds like they want to find out for themselves. You want me to come up there with you?"
Neville nodded. "Might as well find out together what it does." He grabbed a pair of shorts and pulled them on while Luna wrapped herself in her gown. Holding hands they went up to the nursery and found that both twins were now awake and beginning to fret.
Neville released Luna's hand and bent over Nimue's cot. "Up you come, Petal." Nimue stopped her griping at the sound of Neville's voice and he kissed her cheek as he told her what a good girl she was. He could tell immediately the moment she realised that there was something different about Daddy. Her large brown eyes turned to his chest and then a curious hand reached out to touch the moth tattoo.
The reaction to Nimue's touch was very different to the exciting frisson that Luna's hands had created. Instead of the wings fluttering and fanning excitement through his body, the moth's reaction was to uncurl and extend its feelers towards Nimue's fingertips. Neville smiled as Nimue made a happy noise in response to the movement and her tiny fingers poked at different spots on his chest, testing to see if the feelers would follow, which they did. Whenever the feelers connected with Nimue's touch a warmth suffused Neville, a customary feeling of pride and love for his children. He chuckled slightly and murmured, "I think Sprog wants a go, too."
Gawain indeed wanted a go, if the way he had screwed up his face at his sister doing something fun without him was any indication. He had stretched out his hand toward his daddy and was curling and uncurling his fingers. Luna hastened to bring him close enough to touch Neville's chest before he began squalling. His expression smoothed when his fingers came into contact with the tattoo, and he watched Nimue intently for a moment before following her lead and moving his fingers to different places. One feeler followed his fingers while the other continued to follow his sisters', and soon they were both giggling as they moved the feelers in opposite directions. Luna joined their giggling, delighted by their delight. "It doubles as a toy, how very useful," she said to Neville, laughter in her voice.
"Well, I'm glad that I amuse them," Neville responded. "They seem to have forgotten whatever it was they were fussing about." He looked up from the activity going on at his chest level and smiled at Luna. "Love you. Now, let's get these two settled again. I'm going to have tiny bruises all over the place," he commented, wincing at a particularly fierce poke from Gawain.
"And tomorrow you'll be showing them off and telling Faelan how strong your children are," Luna responded, laughing outright. "All right, you two, let's find out what you wanted before you discovered your new toy, shall we?"
She smiled as she pulled Gawain away to check his nappy, thinking that if this was things being back to normal, perhaps normal wasn't such a bad thing.