Special Delivery For: wizard_love Title:A Snowy Afternoon Author/Artist:themadmermaid Recipient's LJ name:wizard_love Rating: R Pairing(s): Luna/Neville Word Count: 1461 Summary: Luna loves snow. Neville doesn't. Authors notes: I hope that you enjoy this, and thanks for giving me a reason to try a new pairing. (When I saw that you had listed Luna/Neville twice, whether by design or accident, I thought that must be a sign.) Thanks to my beta, who always knows when I say she'll have it by Monday to not even expect it until Wednesday, and keeps editing for me anyway.
Neville didn't like the cold. This probably wasn't surprising, considering how much he did like plants, which didn't tend to enjoy the cold either. There were exceptions to that, of course; he could think of a half a dozen off the top of his head. Still, somehow Luna had gotten him outside in the snow.
Neville considered Luna Lovegood Longbottom a force to be reckoned with, although he was sure other people would laugh at the idea--Loony, with her dreamy stare and penchant for odd pronouncements? Yet if Luna thought something should be done, it generally was, with such little fuss, bother, or unpleasantness on her part that people rarely noticed that his sweet, vague little wife got her way a majority of the time.
He'd been standing on their porch, watching the gray sky as he thought, while Luna tromped happily through the snow in their yard. Their little house was surrounded by forest with no neighbors for several miles, so Luna could cavort to her heart's content without being observed by prying eyes... not that they would bother her. Now snow was beginning to fall again, breaking Neville's reverie. Luna began trying to catch snowflakes in her gloved hands.
"Come out, Neville," she called. "The porch doesn't really count."
"Oh, it doesn't?" he asked.
"No. Everyone knows that," she replied, as if it were perfectly obvious, tipping her head back and opening her mouth wide, apparently trying to catch snowflakes and paying him no more mind.
Making his way down the stone steps, Neville ambled over to the boundary of the yard, idly deciding to inspect an evergreen tree at the forest's edge. He had almost reached it when Luna called his name again. He turned to ask what it was she wanted and instead got a snowball full in the face. Reaching a mittened hand up to clear his eyes, he was unable to see his wife but his ears were full of her gurgling laughter.
When he could see her, his heart swelled at the sight, her blond hair peeping from around the edges of her knit cap, her mouth turning up, and her eyes crinkling at the corners as she giggled with abandon. He thought about stooping and grabbing a handful of snow to return her favor, but instead he just watched her. When she was finally done laughing, he said," I love you."
Luna looked at him, really looked at him with undivided attention and no trace of dreaminess, something he flattered himself she did with very few others. She smiled widely and said, "I love you too."
She crossed the yard to stand before him and raised her face towards his, pursing her lips and closing her eyes in a silly gesture. When he studied her face instead of kissing her, she opened one eye to peer at him and asked, "Have you forgotten how to do it?"
"Let's see," he replied, framing her face in his hands and pressing his lips to hers. It was a simple, sweet kiss, quickly over and he stepped back. Luna's cheeks were slightly pink and she smiled crookedly, sticking her tongue out of the corner of her mouth a bit as she pretended to consider him thoughtfully.
"I'm not sure you do remember, Neville," she said. The flakes were falling faster now, catching in her hair and eyelashes, and she blinked them away. "Try again," she continued.
He was bolder this time, wrapping her in his arms tightly. Her lips were warm, and as she parted them he found her mouth even hotter, but he could still feel the cold bump of her nose and her chilly cheeks as he kissed her, the snow falling all around them, two people alone in the eerie quiet of a white world. Neville broke away from her mouth and she leaned her head against his chest and sighed.
"You did remember," she said. She moved away from him and smiled that crooked smile again. "It seems much warmer out here than it did, Neville. I wonder why?" She removed her cap, shook her head where her hair had been plastered down, and stuffed the cap in her coat pocket. Then she doffed her gloves and they joined her cap. Again looking at him very deliberately, she slowly unzipped her jacket. "See how warm I am?" she asked, reaching for his hand, pulling off his mitten, and sliding it under her shirt.
She was right; Neville felt like her smooth skin was scalding his hand. He stroked over it, then up to cup her firm breasts briefly before pulling her to him, covering her mouth again with his. He kissed her deeply, his thumb moving insistently over her nipple. "You are hot," he told her, his voice hoarse, before kissing her again. "But it's still cold out here, Luna. Let's go inside." She moved his hand from her breast and tugged him back towards the house.
They paused inside the door, shedding their winter gear and using each other to balance while they lifted a foot up to pull off a boot. Then they were sliding on the wood floors in stocking feet in a dash to the bedroom. Luna threw herself on the bed first and was still a moment, catching her breath, before she began removing the rest of her clothes. Neville paused to watch, but she was stripped and under the covers in barely a blink, so he was rather disappointed.
Luna must've seen it in his face, because she told him, "I guess I was colder than I thought. Get under here and help me warm up. Looking's better than touching anyway, isn't it?" He was naked and under the covers in less time than it had taken her. They twined their bodies together and snuggled for a long minute.
"Seems like you're still pretty warm to me," Neville finally said. Luna just laughed and turned her head to his. She initiated the kiss this time, at first gentle with her lips and then insistent with her tongue. Her hand threaded down between them, finding where he was hard already, stroking him firmly and familiarly. He was so distracted by her touch that she finally stopped and put one of his hands on her chest as a not-so-subtle hint. And people said she was the spacey one.
Soft sighs and quickening breath filled the bedroom and their hands moved over each other, knowledgeable and intimate. He knew she liked her breasts squeezed firmly, and that her hips would start moving unconsciously when he did so. She moved her hand on him in a rhythm perfectly calculated to drive him absolutely mad. Even before his hand traced slowly down her belly, slipping between her legs, he knew she would be wet and ready. He moved his fingers quickly and lightly, causing her to moan softly.
Neville couldn't wait any longer, and in a smooth movement he was atop her. Luna's hand was on him still, guiding him to just the right spot, and he slid into her easily. He held still, relishing the feel of her tight around him, and she put her arms around him and kissed him. His hips began moving, hers eagerly meeting his thrusts, as they kissed and kissed.
"Oh, Neville," she sighed, spreading her legs wider, running her hands over his back. He kissed the side of her neck up to her ear, and then kissed her earlobe for good measure. Then he could only breathe hotly against her neck, lost in the sensation of their lovemaking, amazed that something could always feel this wonderful.
Neville wasn't sure he could last much longer, but from the sound of Luna's soft hums, he wouldn't have to. Stumbling a bit in his rhythm, Neville slid a hand down between them to help her along. Her breath came more quickly, and suddenly she stopped moving and squeezed him tightly, calling his name in a hoarse voice.
She didn't have to call again, as he followed her quickly, the sound of her moaning out his name sending a shiver down his spine. He pulsed his orgasm inside her, clutching her back just as tightly.
For a long time they stayed that way, wrapped around each other in lazy contentment. Finally, Luna stirred, pushing him from atop her and then burrowing in beside him until they were spooning. He rearranged the blankets a bit, just to make sure that they were well-covered.
In the comfortable silence they looked at the bedroom window, where the snow still fell thick and fast. Luna snuggled back against him and said dreamily, "Don't you just love the snow, Neville?" and Neville thought that perhaps he actually did.