wl_mods (wl_mods) wrote in wizard_love, @ 2009-02-28 00:20:00 |
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Entry tags: | *fic, james sirius, luna |
Special Delivery For: eeyore9990
Title: Hippie Aunts Are the Best Aunts
Author: emiime
Recipient's IJ/LJ name: eeyore9990
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Luna/James II
Word Count: 3274
Warnings: James is sixteen.
Summary: Aunt Luna doesn't wear a bra. Jamie notices. Things, um...happen.
Author's notes: eeyore9990, you should be careful what you ask for in your fest signups...my brain took your fantastic request and decoded it as "naturally, she wants you to write Luna/James II for her! " Thank you, brain. And thanks to E and M for indulging me.
Teddy leaned over Jamie's shoulder and whispered in his ear.
"Aunt Luna is totally not wearing a bra."
Jamie felt a rush of heat in his cheeks and tried to peek clandestinely over at Aunt Luna. He hadn't even seen her arriving at the party, he'd been so preoccupied with trying to beat his brother in their impromptu Gobstones tournament. He craned his neck to see. Aunt Luna—okay, not really his aunt, but one of his dad's and mum's best friends, so, close enough—was wearing some sort of flowery sleeveless dress that floated when she walked.
And definitely no bra.
She caught him looking and winked at him, then laughed. Jamie's eyes widened and he turned back to Teddy.
"You are completely right," he said. "Damn."
Albus furrowed his brow at them. "What are you two on about?" he asked.
Flicking one of his Gobstones at his brother's last one, Jamie frowned. "Nothing. Shut up, Al." The stone spat pus all over Albus, and Jamie smirked. "You lose." He stood, gathering his Gobstones in their little sack, and taking one of Al's as a bounty. He decided he was going to thoroughly investigate the matter of Aunt Luna's bralessness. Hopefully a bit less obviously this time.
Jamie and Teddy made their way to the drinks table. Teddy picked up a bottle of beer like it was no big deal and twisted off the cap, tossing it at Jamie. He took a long swig, and Jamie looked on in envy. His mum would throw a wobbly if she caught him drinking like that. Then again, Teddy was plenty old enough. Jamie frowned and grabbed a butterbeer, ignoring his jealousy in favour of staring at Aunt Luna's braless tits, which were bouncing in his direction as she came towards the two of them.
Teddy elbowed Jamie. "Enjoy," he murmured in Jamie's ear, and he was gone, presumably to try to look down Victoire Weasley's blouse again. Teddy Lupin was obsessed with tits.
Well. Not that Jamie wasn't.
He pushed his glasses up on his nose and grinned at Aunt Luna. He'd known her since he was born; he certainly wasn't going to be shy around her. Even if her tits were sort of distracting in that dress. He couldn't believe he'd never noticed before that she didn't wear a bra.
Aunt Luna took up a glass of punch. "Hot day, isn't it?" she asked. She wiped her forehead with the back of her hand and took a swig of punch.
Jamie nodded. "I like your dress," he said, in as innocent a tone as he could muster. "It looks nice on you."
She smiled and spread her skirt. "Thank you, James," she said. "I did notice you looking." She fixed her big blue eyes on him and did that incredibly creepy thing that he hated, then. Like she knew. "You weren't looking at the dress, though." It was really more of a statement than a question. Jamie's gaze moved automatically to her chest.
"Um, I don't know," he managed.
Luna put one hand on her hip and drank the rest of her punch. "Well, if you did know, we could talk about it," she said. She came around the table and put an arm around Jamie's shoulders. "Because I saw you looking at my breasts. Do you like breasts, then, James?"
Jamie's eyes went wide and he choked on his butterbeer. "Um," he managed.
"We can talk about this inside if you'd rather," said Aunt Luna, already steering him towards the house.
"We...yeah. Could. Do that." Jamie tried not to stumble over his own feet as they made their way through his parents' back garden and into the house. It was cool in the kitchen, and Aunt Luna looked around, frowning.
"Not here, I don't think," she said, and she turned and marched out of the room and up the stairs.
Jamie followed, his eyebrows knitted. He licked his lips nervously as he followed a few paces behind. She was wearing knickers. He could definitely see the outline of those through the dress.
Not that he was looking. Just, he was right behind her on the stairs. He practically couldn't help it.
When they were in Jamie's room, she sat on his bed, bouncing a little. It was unmade, and Jamie remembered he'd had a dirty dream the night before and the sheets probably didn't smell fantastic.
"Um," he said, for the thousandth time in a row.
"You have a very springy bed, James," Luna said then.
"Um. Thanks?"
She patted the mattress beside her, and Jamie sat, his hands in his lap, picking at a hangnail. He didn't know where to look. This was just bizarre. He nearly choked at her next words.
"Do you get erections, James?"
Jamie flushed. "Well, I...yeah," he admitted. "Everyone does. All boys, I mean."
Luna nodded sagely. "That they do. Tell me, though, James, do you get them when you think about boys, or when you think about girls? Or possibly both?"
Jamie made a face and shook his head. "Girls. Fuck. I don't—definitely don't like boys."
"There's nothing wrong with liking boys. Your Uncle Percy likes boys. Just ask Uncle Neville."
He fidgeted. "Yeah, I know."
"So," said Aunt Luna, ticking off on her fingers, "You get erections when you think about girls, and you were looking at my breasts. Are you a virgin?"
Jamie's mouth opened in horror. His aunt—fake aunt, or whatever—asking him about erections was one thing, but this was quite another.
"There's nothing wrong with it if you are," she continued, apparently oblivious of his discomfort. "I was a virgin until I was sixteen. Your dad was a virgin until he was nineteen, but of course your mum was pretty young when she—"
"I seriously do not want to know any of this," said Jamie, dropping his head into his hands. "Please."
She stopped talking and started rubbing his shoulder.
That was very possibly even worse. His cock twitched in his pants, and he willed it to stop.
"James," she said, "If you don't want to be a virgin anymore—"
He sat up. "I didn't say I was a virgin."
She did that creepy thing again. She just knew things sometimes. "James," she chided gently, "You're a lovely young man. I'd be glad to help you with that virginity problem if you like. You know where I live, and you can owl me any time. Okay?" She took his chin in her hand and cocked her head.
And, to his horror, Jamie found himself nodding.