earthy_charm (earthy_charm) wrote in snark_n_bark, @ 2007-11-23 18:20:00 |
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Entry tags: | complete, luna, neville |
Man there's so much heat beneath these clothes
Characters: Neville and Luna
Summary: Neville gets to fulfill a fantasy
It had been a pleasant evening. Neville sighed deeply with satisfaction and nuzzled through Luna's sweet smelling hair to kiss her neck. They were lounging together on the sofa, which he had enlarged for that purpose. The twins were tucked up in their cots for the night, and Swash was acting as pirate guard-kitten curled up on a fluffy warming-charmed rug on the nursery floor. While Neville was still inclined to think that felines as a general body were out to get him, he had to admit he had observed no signs that the kitten bore evil intent towards his children.
"Love you," he murmured to Luna as he shifted his body from behind her. She rolled into the space his body had been occupying and ended up on her back beneath him. She was a beautiful sight with her messy blond hair framing her pretty face. He dipped his head and kissed the tip of her nose. "You are entirely too sexy tonight," he told her, and dipped his head still lower to kiss and gently bite at her neck.
"I'll add this one to my list, then, and eventually I'll have figured out the secrets to being too sexy," Luna said, chuckling a bit. The pattern seemed to follow that "being Luna" was the only common criterion, which was a particular relief on days like this one. The twins were usually very good and calm overall, even if Gawain in particular had some specific ideas about how he wanted things to be, but Gawain teething was a whole new world compared to Nimue teething. He'd finally settled just before Neville arrived home, so Neville got to miss out on the reason for Luna's raggedness. A nice snuggle session before bed was the perfect end to such a day.
Her hands sifted through Neville's hair as he nibbled her collarbone. Hmm, or perhaps a bit more than a snuggle session. She ran one of her hands down his back and kneaded her knuckles above his bottom, stretching her body out fully alongside his. "You make me feel so safe," she murmured, randomly and yet not.
"You make me feel so lucky," Neville responded. He trailed his lips up her neck and over her jaw to her mouth where he lingered, kiss flowing into kiss. Eventually he paused long enough to consider the feeling of warmth that filled him from head to toe every time he returned home from work to find Luna either looking after the twins or preparing dinner or just relaxing on the sofa. It didn't matter what she was doing, only that she was there and beautiful and his. "One day soon I'm going to spring another surprise on you," he told her huskily. "Your being my wife will be the only thing more perfect than what we have now." He sealed his lips to hers again, giving up on clumsy words and returning to more direct actions.
A twinge of panic niggled at the back of Luna's mind, a voice insisting that nothing perfect could last, but she pushed it aside. She knew the value of living in the present rather than the past, and she'd just have to let the parts of the future she couldn't plan for sort themselves out on their own as well. Neville would be there, in one form or another, and he would help if she had a hard time dealing with anything to come. And the present was a very good place to be, in the sort of soft, contented kiss Luna hadn't known she enjoyed so much until she shared them with Neville, with his fingers creeping up her side and the muscles of his lower back moving beneath her hand as he shifted his body to cover her more. "Love you, love you, love you," she sighed into the kiss, lowering her hand to his arse and rubbing circles there.
Luna's hand on his bottom made Neville roll his hips, pressing his groin down against Luna's thigh. The lazy horniness he had been feeling spiked a little and he deepened their kiss, slipping his tongue between Luna's parted lips and sliding it against her own. His eyes fluttered closed and he moaned at how much closer that made everything feel, his hips moving to snugly fit against Luna's and his arms moving to cradle her to him as he gave himself up to the kiss. He felt wrapped up in her warmth and her love, he didn't ever want to lose this closeness with her.
Luna slid her hand from Neville's hair down his face, softly mapping out his beloved features. With her eyes shut, her fingertips seemed able to discern every pore, and she felt the whorls of her own fingerprints. She didn't know about entirely too sexy, but she was entirely too comfortable for certain, too cozy and languid to do more than touch Neville where her hands had settled and leisurely twine her tongue with his.
The kiss was lulling and gradually it slowed to a complete stop. Neville opened his eyes again and studied Luna's face. Her eyes were still closed, and he breathed in her breath and gave his own in return. Gently he smoothed his thumb over her cheekbone and then ran it down and over her bottom lip, pulling it down slightly. Her lips were reddened and looked full after their kissing. He dipped to taste them again, and then watched his hand trail down over her neck, his tanned hands looking dirty against her pale complexion, his calloused palms rough against her smooth skin. He felt unworthy of her, while at the same time immensely honoured that she was happy with that. A year ago his feelings of inadequacy had nearly driven him away from her, but things had changed since then and while there were still these moments when he couldn't believe his luck, he would never question her decision to be with him. She was Luna, and had always seen the world differently from others. She saw something worthwhile in him, and had the magical ability to make him sometimes believe it, too.
He stroked the back of his knuckles up and down the column of her throat a few times more, and then slipped his fingers beneath the collar of her robes. "Sometimes I wonder if you're real," he whispered to her, his lips brushing against the lobe of her ear. "You're like some fairy creature. I'm completely under your spell."
Luna laughed, sudden and loud but still somehow as lazy as fit the mood. "I wonder if anything's real sometimes, or if everything's real, and for that matter, what real is. A teacup is a teacup until it's a mouse, and then it's a teacup again. Or is it always a teacup that looks like a mouse, or a mouse that looks like a teacup? It doesn't really matter in the end, you put tea in it when it's a cup and it squeaks when it's a mouse. You see it, so you think it's real, but what about when it's not, like those candles for Faelan's birthday? Colors and sparks, and not even real sparks. Or so we'd say." She laughed again, more of a giggle this time, and she pressed her cheek against Neville's. Strands of his hair tickled her eyelids. "I can't see that I love you, or that you love me, and I can't taste it or touch it or smell it. Not even hear it. Words are just echoes of what is real, and love's the one thing I know is real, even if nothing else is."
A slight cloud passed across her mind, but it couldn't gain much purchase with Neville so solid and there. "No spells though, not for this." Luna turned a bit more in Neville's arms, burrowing further under his warm body.
Neville's smile had grown throughout Luna's meandering speech, and he tightened his arms around her, kissing her cheek and telling her again how much he loved her. He adored her completely: the way she thought, her spark, her voice, her lips, her warmth... He lost himself in another languid kiss, only this time, rather than it slowing, it built into something deeper and more passionate. He fumbled blindly with one hand at the front of her robes while he continued to kiss her, tugging at the ties and buttons that held the garment closed. He managed to open it to her waist and one hand slid over her bared skin, seeing her through touch, while the other hand threaded through her hair and cupped the back of her head. His fingertips brushed over the lace decoration of her bra and he flattened his hand over her breast, feeling the fleshy fullness. He moaned low in his throat and pressed his groin against her.
Luna pushed into Neville's touches, though minutely rather than frantically. Seeing as one hand was still conveniently on Neville's arse, she pulled him against her, groping more firmly than before and enjoying his hips' twitch in response. She also put the effort into moving her other hand and snagging the bottom of his t-shirt halfway up his back, but that and her small sighs of pleasure were the most encouragement she could muster. Not that she wasn't enjoying his attentions, certainly not that she didn't want Neville to continue, but the arousal stirring in her body was sluggish tonight, as was her energy in general.
The small movements from Luna showed Neville that she was interested, but her sighs sounded languid. Knowing that she would tell him if she wasn't in the mood, he lifted himself so he was crouched straddling her body. He stripped off his t-shirt and dropped it onto the floor, and undid her robes further so he could spread them apart, revealing her body, naked apart from her underwear. "Let me take care of us," he whispered to Luna, stroking his fingers against her cheeks, leaning down to kiss her briefly before sitting back again. "I want to do something," he admitted, and while in the past the idea would have embarrassed him as much as it turned him on, tonight he was confident in their trust in one another. Luna could say no, and he wouldn't crumble if she did. His hands had wandered to her breasts and he pressed them together, staring down at the cleavage it created. He had fantasised about doing this so many times... "I want to fuck your breasts," he told her breathlessly.
"I know," Luna said with a slight smile. Apparently, he hadn't connected this specific act to her comments that there were other things in his journal they should try. Even if she'd been more against the idea, it would have been difficult to deny the stark desire in his expression and voice. They turned her on as much as his hand caressing her breasts. Her smile widened slowly; she'd thought she'd have to be the one to bring this up again, and Neville's confidence in asking himself pleased her. "You'll need to summon some lubricant."
Neville nodded. "Do you think the strawberry massage oil will do?" he asked, a wicked smile playing about his lips.
"So long as there's not anything in it that would sting or burn," Luna said, then gave the suggestion a bit more consideration. "It's edible right? That could be fun, later."
Neville hummed in agreement and summoned the oil without further ado. He stuck the bottle between the sofa's cushions for safe keeping and considered Luna's body. "Mmm, better get this bra off," he mused aloud. Bending over, he nuzzled at her cleavage while his hands slid under her back to fiddle with the clasp. The bra undone, he pressed a kiss to her sternum before sitting up, sliding the bra down her arms and off as he did so.
Luna stretched out her arms for Neville to remove her bra, ending the motion by stroking her fingers along the lines of his moth tattoo. It fluttered to life under her touch, and she spread out her hand to keep her fingers in contact with it as she rubbed her thumb around and over Neville's hardening nipple. "So sexy," she said on another contented sigh.
His hips shifted in response to the new sensations spreading across his chest. He had never thought when he had gone to have the tattoo done that it would end up having such an erotic effect on him. Luna's touch spread warmth down deep into his stomach and made his nipples tingle so that when she rubbed them he responded automatically with tiny thrusts, his erection pressing uncomfortably against his shorts, which suddenly felt much tighter. He made a breathy sound as her hands then trailed down, over his stomach, tracing the topmost lines of his other tattoo, circling the black ink around his navel and stoking the warmth into fire and arousal. He placed his hands over hers and encouraged them down further, to the fastening of his shorts, and waited breathlessly as she unbuttoned the fly.
Luna fumbled a bit with the buttons, though whether the clumsiness was due to lethargy or her rising desire, she wasn't sure. Finally she had it open, and she slipped Neville's cock free of his shorts and ran her fingers lightly up and down the shaft. She touched it as if it were new to her, wondering how it would feel sliding between her breasts, if it would feel different from when it pressed against her hips or thighs or lips. She pushed up onto her elbow and almost idly licked away the drop of precome on the tip, swirling her tongue around the head for good measure. Neville jerked forward and she let his cock slide into her mouth an inch or so before pulling away. Not that she'd mind sucking him off, but he had other plans for the evening.
"Tease," Neville accused her when she pulled away. Grinning at her, he pushed his shorts down and wriggled out of them. He laid down over Luna to do this and made sure that his wriggling meant that his erection rubbed against her groin. He kicked the shorts free of his feet and lowered his head to kiss across her cheek, down her neck, butterfly kisses all the way to back to her cleavage. He buried his face between her breasts licking, kissing and nipping at the generous swell. Pushing her breasts together with his hands he ran his tongue along the fleshy seam that created. He planted a smacking kiss there and then trailed his tongue to one of her nipples.
Rubbing the other nipple with his thumb to keep it interested, he circled the tip of his tongue around the other twice before flicking gently. The action made him think of the way he teased her clit whenever he went down on her, and he thought that he would have to give Luna a little present before he fully indulged himself. He circled the nipple again and then took it gently between his teeth, pulling lightly. He gave the nipple one last long lick and then repeated the whole performance on the other side. "Even now," he cheekily told her when he had done, grinning at her with his chin resting in her cleavage.
Neville's lips and tongue had shaken off some of Luna's drowsiness, and her laugh had a husky undertone. "Even attentions or even for the teasing? If it's the latter, I assure you I can always tease you more." She ran her fingernails down his back and over his buttocks, then scooted her body down beneath his, making very sure that his cock was in contact with some part of her skin as she worked her way along. With better access, she slid her fingers between his arsecheeks, circled his hole with light fingertips, then further down to caress his perineum. At the same time, she licked along the fluttering lines of the moth tattoo, delicate touches with the tip of her tongue, until Neville let out a whimpering moan. Satisfied that she'd made her point, she let her hands fall away from his body and gave the center of the tattoo a grinning kiss before going still.
It took a moment for Neville to stop panting and start thinking about what he was going to do to Luna in revenge. He loved that she could reduce him to a moaning mess of arousal, but sometimes it interfered with his own plans. "My turn," he half-growled against the top of her head and he began sliding down her body, so that he was sitting on the end of the sofa between her legs. Without much preamble he pulled her knickers off, and then chuckling darkly he gripped her behind her knees and dragged her up to hook her knees over his shoulders. His hands slid down over her stomach to cup her breasts while he bent his head and stirred her pubic hair with his nose. The scent of her made his mouth water and he didn't wait any longer to taste. As he teased her clit the same way he had teased her nipples, he massaged her breasts, imagining the act to come.
Luna shivered at Neville's tone, recognizing the shift in the mood and anticipating that Neville's next move wouldn't be playful or teasing. She didn't have long to wait, as stripping her of her knickers and changing their position took a matter of seconds. She clutched the edges of the sofa cushion, both for the real support it gave her with her back in the air and for the feeling of stability as tremors raced through her body. Caught between the electric pulses from her clit each time Neville flicked his tongue over it and the slower, deeper smolder ignited by his hands on her breasts, her stomach muscles drew taut and quivered. She bit her lower lip, but that wasn't enough to hold in her own whimpering moans as she pushed up against Neville's tongue, chasing that point where all of the pulses turned into one glowing ball and filled her.
He could feel her excitement rising. Her feet hit his back as her legs tensed and he dropped one hand back onto her stomach, smoothing up over her lower abdomen. His fingers teased her inner thigh and then he ran a long lick down from her clit to her entrance, using his fingers to tease the swollen nub instead, while his tongue dipped inside her and his other hand squeezed her breast.
Luna's hips jerked at the change from Neville's slick tongue to his rougher fingers on her clit, thrusting his tongue deeper inside her, and there it was, that place, and her thighs clenched and her heels dug further into Neville's back. Her arms shook from the strain of not collapsing back onto the sofa, her fogged mind still capable of recognizing that Neville wouldn't be comfortable if she did, not at all. Her fingers gradually released their death grip on the cushion as her breathing slowed, and she looked up her flushed body at the satisfied grin on Neville's reddened lips. "That was not teasing."
Neville licked his lips and winked at her. Carefully he lowered her back onto the sofa and crawled up her replete body. He kissed the dip between her collar bones, then her chin, then her lips. "I thought I better take care of you first, because I am not sure how long I am going to last once I get what I want." To emphasise his point he rubbed his erection against her thigh. The temptation to reposition himself and thrust inside her was great, he was so turned on and ready for completion. However, he wanted to fuck another part of her anatomy tonight and he shivered with the heightened anticipation.
The oil had slipped low between the cushions because of their movements. He pulled the bottle free as he raised himself to his knees and shuffled awkwardly forward. His cock bobbed as he moved, and as he straddled Luna's waist he was again tempted to rush things and bring himself off in a more traditional way, this time between Luna's smiling lips. Hurriedly he opened the bottle and drizzled the oil over her from a height, the lubricant sometimes dripping over his cock. He shivered again, and impatiently capped the bottle and dropped it onto the carpet. Reverentially he massaged at her breasts, making sure that the skin of her cleavage was slick. "Godric," he softly swore when he realised that his hands were shaking.
Despite the relaxation setting in again after her orgasm, Luna arched into Neville's touch as he smoothed the oil over her skin. The warmth from the oil joined her post-orgasmic bliss and she stretched out, one arm resting on the armrest above her head. She took hold of one of Neville's trembling hands and rubbed circles with her thumb on his palm. "Relax. It's not like you'll never have the chance again. I'm not going anywhere."
"Better not," Neville muttered and he hurriedly finished his preparations. Holding himself so that his weight wasn't actually settled on her, he lowered himself down and carefully thrust against her chest.
The slide was incredible, and when he pushed her breasts together he moaned at the sensation, so very different from the feel of her vagina or mouth surrounding him, but still incredibly warm and arousing. He thrust between her breasts and moaned again, a long low noise that rose up from deep inside, the sound of one of his most cherished fantasies finally coming true. He knew he wasn't going to last long at all and he picked up his pace, massaging Luna's breasts so that they pressed and relaxed against his erection as he slid against her skin. His eyes kept wanting to close under the sensual onslaught, but he refused to shut them; instead he stared at the sight of his cock head disappearing beneath her breasts only to appear again thrusting towards her chin. He was going to come all over her neck he realised, and he gave a short shout as the idea overtook him and became a reality. He squeezed her breasts roughly together while his buttocks clenched, and finally his eyelids closed as he groaned through his orgasm.
Luna ran her fingers up and down Neville's thighs and arse as he thrust between her breasts, but she doubted he felt anything beyond his cock, not with the way he was staring down with that expression of mingled concentration and lust. Her own arousal began to build slightly as Neville moved her breasts for his pleasure, as she soaked in the sensation of smooth skin and hardened flesh, and she let it flow through her without expectation. Next time, though, she thought as her thighs stirred restlessly, they'd have to do this as the second round. Neville still hadn't taken up the challenge of bringing her to orgasm with her breasts alone, after all.
He had been right in thinking that he wouldn't last long, and Luna felt him tense under her hand a scant moment before he convulsed with a sharp cry. His come on her neck was hotter than the oil, hotter than the skin itself, hot like blood but thicker. She continued her caresses, oil and sweat mixing under her fingers on his shaking thighs, as she waited for him to recover.
Neville waited for his head to stop reeling and then opened his eyes. He swore when he looked at the mess he had made. "You look so hot like that," he confessed raggedly. He released her breasts from his grip, and smeared one of his hands through the come covered her chest and neck, rubbing it into her skin. He smiled a little at the thought that he would have to clean her up in a bit, and raised his hand to his mouth, licking a broad strip across his palm. He wrinkled his nose. "Come and strawberries might take a bit of getting used to. However," he added, moving about so he could lay down beside her, "come and you is very nice." He lapped at her neck.
Luna thought that come took more than a bit of getting used to by itself, but men did take insult to the strangest things, so she kept that opinion to herself. She tilted her head back and sighed as he cleaned her skin with his tongue, rather like a cat, though she knew now that he wouldn't appreciate the comparison. "I bet strawberries and me is nicer," she said diplomatically when he finished with her neck, running her fingers through the remaining oil on her chest and lifting them to Neville's lips.
Neville sucked on her fingers for a moment, tongue wrapping around them and tasting the edible oil. She was right, but he knew something better. He released her fingers and bent to murmur by her ear: "Just you is best." He flicked her ear lobe with the tip of his tongue.
He was considering another go when the sleepy atmosphere that had pervaded the evening took him over, and he simply relaxed beside Luna. "Do you know where the wands went?" he mumbled, stretching out. "Don't think I can move anymore."
"Yours is over there somewhere," Luna said, making a vague gesture in the direction he'd tossed their clothing. Well, she assumed it was over there now, but the last time she'd seen it was when he summoned the massage oil. "Mine is, hmm." She mentally traced her steps backward. "In the kitchen, on top of the butter dish. I was feeding Swash." There was a time, during the war and for years after, when she wouldn't have let her wand out of her sight, but now home felt safe enough not to worry about it so much. "I hope you can still move. How else are you going to carry me up to bed?" she teased.
"Don't know," Neville said through a yawn. "We could just stay here."
He shifted his position slightly, trying to snuggle down, but found that while enlarged sofas were good enough for snuggling and sex, they weren't quite up to the job of a decent night's sleep. There was the fireplace as well, and Neville's eyes widened when he realised just how many people might have floo called while they had been in the middle of their activities.
"Let's move upstairs," he said, getting up with sudden energy and sweeping Luna up into his arms. "And in the morning I think we should adjust the floo settings. I'm not quite sure we should be giving people complete access, after all."