wl_mods (wl_mods) wrote in wizard_love, @ 2008-03-06 18:07:00 |
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Entry tags: | *fic, harry, luna |
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Title:Never the Same
Author: cat_goddess
Recipient: arbor_vitae
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Harry/Luna
Word Count: 2,644
Warnings (if any):none really
Authors notes: Thank you to my betas. I enjoyed writing this and tried to find the right balance between kink and romance, all the while keeping it light, but not fluffy. I hope you like it.
The one thing that was predictable about Luna Lovegood was that she was unpredictable. Some people would find that lack of stability and predictability unsettling. Harry, however, found it adorable. She was always full of surprises. Well, except for the fact that she was obsessed with plimpies and dirigible plums, and tended to make some rather interesting dishes that were never the same.
“You really should try them, Harry. They are quite delicious. Especially when they are stewed,” she would say in a dreamy voice, her blonde hair flowing over her shoulders barely covering her butterbeer cap earrings.
“They don’t agree with me, Luna,” Harry would reply shaking his head with a small chuckle.
They both enjoyed the exchanges though, which would lead to debate on other fantastical creatures that only Luna had seen and heard of. Harry would kiss her because she was so cute, and that would lead into even more enjoyable activities, and no two times were ever the same. She always came up with new and inventive ways to drive him out of his mind both in and out of the bedroom.
He always looked forward to these romps which, like Luna, were never on a scheduled day or time, just whenever she felt like surprising him. It more than made up for the time that they had to be apart due to his work at the Ministry and her work out in the field. He never knew really what she did, nor did it matter to him, so long as she was happy.
It was an odd relationship to those on the outside of it, such as the majority of the Weasleys and Hermione, but those who were close to the couple found it charming and completely sweet.
It was because of this dynamic between them that Harry was all too eager to return home that particular Friday night. He suspected Luna had something in mind for them to celebrate their anniversary. He couldn’t say for certain, as her hints had been vague at best, with little cryptic notes throughout the week. Every day he had found a new note on his desk, in his briefcase, under his pillow, even attached to his boxers. There is something in the air, one of them read. Another one quoted the lyrics to the song ‘Something’s Coming’ from West Side Story. That one pleased Harry because he and Luna had gone to see the play on one of their earliest dates.
Strangely, it was that song that he hummed as he walked home, carrying a large bouquet of flowers, some of which he didn’t know the names of. Neville had helped him pick out the most unusual flowers he had in his shop.
*~*~*~*~*~
The one thing predictable about Luna was that she was unpredictable. Harry never knew what she would do next, or what she would do to catch him off guard.
It was no surprise to him that when he opened the door he was welcomed by the sight of red and pink heart-shaped lights hanging from the ceiling, along with some streamers and large heart decorations. The table was set for two, with candles in the center, and some sort of plant that Harry had never seen in his life. Wine was in a bucket on a small rolling cart next to the table.
Luna was nowhere to be found, but there was an unusual smell coming from the kitchen. He couldn’t figure out what it was.
“Luna?” Harry called softly as he set his briefcase down and walked towards the kitchen with the flowers. “Luna? Are you here?”
”In the kitchen,” she replied, smiling as he walked in. “But you can’t come in here,” she said. “I’m not done with dinner yet and I don’t want you to know what it is.”
“But I wanted to give you these.” Harry held out the unusual bouquet.
“They are lovely.” She sniffed the flowers, which had very little fragrance in Harry’s opinion, and put them in a vase with water. “Now, I don’t want you to see what I’m cooking. Just trust me.”
“But Luna,” Harry protested, “it smells good and I have to know what it is.”
She gave him a little smile. “Not yet you don’t and I’m going to make sure that you have no idea until dinner. Trust me, you will like it.” She pulled out two silk scarves. “I’m going to tie your arms behind your back and blindfold you. Then you are going to sit on the couch until dinner is ready.” She nodded and gave him a lingering kiss, while she ran one hand down his chest to his groin before turning him around so she could bind his hands.
Harry was left stunned by her kiss and her groping hands. He was very turned on by this, and frustrated that he couldn’t do anything about it. He knew that his girlfriend had ways to make sure that he couldn’t get free.
She led him to the couch and gently sat him down before going towards the bedroom for about twenty minutes and then returning to the kitchen to finish dinner, stopping in front of the couch to give him a light kiss.
After what seemed like an eternity to him, he heard the clinking of plates and the sounds of a spoon scraping against the bottom of a pan. The smell from before was stronger. It wasn’t unpleasant, just…different.
Luna came over to the couch. “I’m going to untie your hands, but you need to keep the blindfold on,” she said dreamily, a hint of humor in her voice. “This is going to be so much fun,” she said softly, leading Harry to the table and helping him sit down.
She leaned over him and it sounded like she was cutting something on his plate. “Open,” she said as she held the fork to his lips. “Try it,” she said softly as he opened his mouth.
Harry took the fork gently and put it in his mouth. Whatever was on it was like nothing he had tasted. Tart, yet too sweet at the same time, but then it was bitter. “What was that?” He asked after he swallowed.
“A meatball in dirigible plum sauce,” she said as she took the blindfold off of him. “I figured you would not try it if you could see it, so I decided to attempt to get you to try it without seeing it. It worked!” She jumped up and down slightly, her face breaking into a big grin.
She had caught him off guard again, he realized as he saw her smile. Her eyes were twinkling with merriment. “I think you were turned off to the dirigible plum by the nidgees,” she said with a knowing smile.
“The whats?” Harry asked.
“Nidgees are bugs that sometimes like the dirgibles and tend to eat them. However, they make the plums smell funny.”
He nodded, not knowing what else to say. She was definitely full of surprises, and he was along for the ride. “That tasted really good,” he finally said, meaning it.
“I told you so,” she grinned excitedly.
The look on her face was what did it. She was so happy and over the fact that he tried the plums. It was sweet and cute and she was utterly sexy in the hot pink corset, stockings and apron she was wearing. Wait a minute. She had not been wearing that when he came home.
“You, Miss Lovegood, are full of surprises, aren’t you?” He asked as he stood up and pulled her into a kiss. “I love you dearly you sweet, sexy woman.”
She laughed. “I love you too, you shy, awkward man. I gotta keep you on your toes though,” she added.
Luna picked up a small bowl and dipped her finger into it before putting it up to Harry’s lips. “Try this.”
Harry licked her finger before putting it in his mouth. “What is that? It tastes like dirigible plums, but it has a kick.”
”It’s a cordial I made with the plums.” She held out her hand. “Come with me,” she said, beckoning to him as she walked to the bedroom, still carrying the bowl in her hands.
He got up and followed her, as if he was under a spell. He could not tear his eyes from her shapely bottom, or her lithe, strong legs. She was so sexy at that moment he wanted to just jump her. But that would ruin whatever she had planned, and he didn’t want to do that, because he knew that he would enjoy her surprises far more. He was trying feverishly to figure out what else she had planned, knowing that it would be something different.
*~*~*~*~
The bedroom was decorated in a splash of colors. Christmas lights are strung along the ceiling, the lamp is giving off a soft blue light, and the ceiling lamp is green. Flower petals of every color littered the floor and the bed. To most people it would be hideous, but to him, it was beautiful.
She put the bowl gently on the nightstand and turned around. Before Harry could say or do anything, Luna was on him, kissing him with a furious passion. She frantically tore at his shirt, not caring that she is popping buttons, nearly scratching him as she pushed the offending fabric off his shoulders.
He was shocked at first, not because Luna took the initiative, but because of the sheer heat radiating from her. He wrapped his arms around her and picked her up, all the while returning her kisses with the same ardor, and carried her to the bed. “Gods Luna, you make me crazy,” he groaned, as he felt himself becoming quite aroused as he surveyed the goddess in front of him. “How do we take that thing off?”
He paused for a minute and then shook his head. “No, on second thought, keep it on.”
Luna laughed again. She tended to do that when she couldn’t think of what to say. She flipped herself over so Harry was under her and began to assault his neck and torso with her lips, while her hands rubbed against him until she felt his erection. She kissed a path down to his stomach and made quick work of his belt and trousers. She kissed his cock through his boxers, humming a small tune that was foreign to him.
The combination of her kisses and her humming were making him so aroused that he was hurting. Still, he would let her have her fun…for now anyway. He ran his fingers through the silky strands of her hair, biting back moans as she teased him through the thin silk, nearly losing it as she removed his boxers with her teeth, again, something she had never done before.
Once she got his boxers off, Luna reached over to grab the bowl and drizzled a bit over his cock. Slowly, with small, teasing strokes she began to lick it off, paying attention to certain places that she knew were sensitive. Harry was rather predictable, and therefore, very easy to please.
She alternated between light licks and taking him in her mouth so she could swirl her tongue against him. The bucking of his hips indicated that he was going to have his first orgasm of the night. There would be more to come. She would make sure of it.
Harry could not believe the sensations he was feeling. Hot and cold and dizzy. Colors flashed behind his closed eyes, as he had felt the sting of the alcohol in the cordial and the soothing of Luna’s tongue and then her hands. Merlin she was good.
As she licked and sucked he did everything he could to hold back(,) from reciting quidditch stats to saying his alphabet. It didn’t work. The second time she drizzled the cordial on him, and licked it off, he came, letting out a low, feral groan.
Luna sat up, looking quite pleased with herself. “Did you like it?” she asked.
Her answer was a heated kiss, and soon she found herself lying under Harry. “Let me show you how much,” he replied as he kissed her deeply. He slid his hand over the corset and then under it to cup one breast, flicking the semi-erect nipple with his thumb. This action caused her to jerk suddenly, which only resulted in him pinching her nipple lightly before moving down to suckle it.
He flicked his tongue over the pink nub, and pinched its twin gently before moving to the other side. He stopped and moved back up to kiss her, while his hand toyed with the edge of the lacy black panties she was wearing. He could feel the heat and moisture of her and he hadn’t even touched her yet.
She moaned softly, growing wetter as he teased the top of her pubic bone before running his fingers over her panties, pressing lightly on her clit before moving his fingers in circles.
He could feel that she was wet and ready for him, but he had other plans. He leaned down to plant a soft kiss over the thin material(,) inhaling her scent, which for some reason smelled vaguely of strawberries and the dirigible plums. Tentatively he stuck his tongue out and licked her over the fabric making her buck against him. He moved her panties aside and continued his attack, licking and nibbling, sucking and touching her, moving fingers in and out of her wetness, playing gently with her folds.
Luna writhed under his ministrations, grabbing at the sheets as she fought to keep control. She bucked against him harder, using her hips to try to pull him in deeper as he tongue fucked her. “Harry, please,” she whispered. “I’m…so…” she trailed off as her orgasm continued to build until finally she could not hold back.
Harry kept going as she rode out her orgasm. He looked up to see her flushed face, thinking she never looked more beautiful. “Do you want to rest?” He asked gently.
“I want you…inside me,” she replied softly, her breathing still hard.
He nodded and got on top of her, already hard again. Slowly, he positioned himself against her, rubbing his cock against her clit a few times before entering her. She was tight and wet and felt so very good around him. But then again she always did.
He began to move as she wrapped her legs around his waist to try to draw him in deeper. She looked up and pulled him down so she could kiss him as he fucked her slowly.
She moved her hips in time with his, trying to sync herself to his movements. Eventually they settled into a rhythm that was slow and steady at first, but eventually built up energy and momentum. She reached a hand between them and fingered herself as he moved faster. She didn’t need to tell him what she liked, he already knew that at this point she wanted him hard and fast.
He obliged her as his orgasm began to build, filling his lower torso with a nervous energy that seemed to just swirl around inside him. He sped up, egged on by her moans of delight.
Luna’s orgasm built faster than Harry’s and eventually she gave in with a moan, and he felt her contract hard around him, triggering his climax.
As they rode out their orgasms, Harry kissed her hard, his tongue demanding. At that point he just wanted to possess her.
Eventually he pulled out of her, smiling as she had one more small orgasm. “Happy Anniversary, Luna,” he whispered.
She kissed him gently. “To you too,” she said snuggling into him.
That was the one predictable thing about Luna. She and her dirigible plums were his, and now that he had tasted one things would never be the same.