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Category:
Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
100
Views:
10,496
Reviews:
52
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Days
Title: Days
Author: ianthe_waiting
Rating: MA
Disclaimer: The Harry Potter books and their characters are the property of JK Rowling. This is a work of fan-fiction. No infringement is intended, and no money is being made from this story. I am just borrowing the puppets, but this is my stage.
Genre: Drabble, PWP
Warnings: M/F
Summary: #5 – Days. He had two days left to memorize her body.
Word Count: 649 words.
Author's Notes: Drabble: a slice of fic in less than 1500 words.
Prompt 5 – Days
He had been clumsy, and she had been unreachable…and in two days, it was going to end.
Neville Longbottom held her closer, trying to memorize the outline of her body against his, but she kept moving, kept thrusting her hips in a downward motion, kept throwing her blond hair over one shoulder then the other. He could not keep up.
Luna’s large blue eyes were hooded, staring down into his face, a faint smile visible at the corners of her lips. Neville’s large hand cupped her cheek as she panted, as she moved.
He loved her, he was certain, but in two days she was leaving for Norway and did not know when she would return. His Luna…Loony Lovegood.
Neville grunted as her hips changed angle, and her inner walls clasped him. With a concerted motion, he rolled her on his bed in his quarters at Hogwarts, pressing her down into the mattress, pushing her knees high and down into her chest. Glancing into the wall mirror, he sighed. Neville Longbottom was not a tubby little boy, and he winced as his chiseled muscles in his stomach rippled.
“More.”
That was all she had to say as he grasped his hard cock and sank into again. Luna was a waif like woman, her ankles too skinny, her breasts too small, but he loved her. She was often off in her own mental world, but every once in a while, Luna let Neville inside her mind. Needless to say, Neville thought Luna’s world to be a strange, but beautiful place.
Neville’s world was just as beautiful…especially when Luna was in it.
On his knees, he pounded into her, hard and deep…and with a twist of his hips, Luna’s usually passive face twisted, and her eyes shut. Her pale brow furrowed, her teeth clenched, and soon she was gone on a ride into blissful oblivion. Her face in that moment was the one Neville had wanted to see, the image he wanted to burn into his brain. Luna cumming.
Not slowing, not stopping, Neville continued, pushing through the clenching inner walls, gritting his own teeth, his muscles tensing.
“Gods!” he growled, pulling from her body so that his white, sticky ejaculate flew to land on the backs of Luna’s thighs, her belly…
Neville fell back on the bed, sitting this his large hands on his thick thighs. He glanced in the mirror again, seeing how Luna’s chest moved to catch a breath, how the candlelight caught her pale eyes and hair…how his own wide chest worked to breathe, the dark hair over his pectoral muscles gleaming with sweat, how his handsome face was slack, his mouth open.
Two days…and she would be gone.
They both had their responsibilities, he to his job teaching, her to her research. Neville had always wondered if they could have worked together, gone somewhere together, or stayed somewhere together.
Luna Vanished his seed from her body, and tucking her wand behind her ear, crawled to him, her hands resting on his chest, so small over his heart. With a sigh, Neville turned his attentions away from the mirror to the woman who knelt before him.
“You know I’ll be back from time to time, and you can always visit…” she whispered, slowly the Luna-like attitude beginning to slip back in place. “I can show you what I have found.”
Neville forced a smile, running his thumb over her jaw to her bottom lip. He could not say that he knew in two days Luna Lovegood would soon forget he existed. That was how it was…no one thought about Neville Longbottom, and forgot about him after a few days…
“I’ll send you something…something interesting,” she said airily, her large blue eyes meeting his plain brown ones.
Neville nodded, smiling as his thumb moved to trace her brown…memorizing.
Two days were all he had left to remember her.
Author: ianthe_waiting
Rating: MA
Disclaimer: The Harry Potter books and their characters are the property of JK Rowling. This is a work of fan-fiction. No infringement is intended, and no money is being made from this story. I am just borrowing the puppets, but this is my stage.
Genre: Drabble, PWP
Warnings: M/F
Summary: #5 – Days. He had two days left to memorize her body.
Word Count: 649 words.
Author's Notes: Drabble: a slice of fic in less than 1500 words.
Prompt 5 – Days
He had been clumsy, and she had been unreachable…and in two days, it was going to end.
Neville Longbottom held her closer, trying to memorize the outline of her body against his, but she kept moving, kept thrusting her hips in a downward motion, kept throwing her blond hair over one shoulder then the other. He could not keep up.
Luna’s large blue eyes were hooded, staring down into his face, a faint smile visible at the corners of her lips. Neville’s large hand cupped her cheek as she panted, as she moved.
He loved her, he was certain, but in two days she was leaving for Norway and did not know when she would return. His Luna…Loony Lovegood.
Neville grunted as her hips changed angle, and her inner walls clasped him. With a concerted motion, he rolled her on his bed in his quarters at Hogwarts, pressing her down into the mattress, pushing her knees high and down into her chest. Glancing into the wall mirror, he sighed. Neville Longbottom was not a tubby little boy, and he winced as his chiseled muscles in his stomach rippled.
“More.”
That was all she had to say as he grasped his hard cock and sank into again. Luna was a waif like woman, her ankles too skinny, her breasts too small, but he loved her. She was often off in her own mental world, but every once in a while, Luna let Neville inside her mind. Needless to say, Neville thought Luna’s world to be a strange, but beautiful place.
Neville’s world was just as beautiful…especially when Luna was in it.
On his knees, he pounded into her, hard and deep…and with a twist of his hips, Luna’s usually passive face twisted, and her eyes shut. Her pale brow furrowed, her teeth clenched, and soon she was gone on a ride into blissful oblivion. Her face in that moment was the one Neville had wanted to see, the image he wanted to burn into his brain. Luna cumming.
Not slowing, not stopping, Neville continued, pushing through the clenching inner walls, gritting his own teeth, his muscles tensing.
“Gods!” he growled, pulling from her body so that his white, sticky ejaculate flew to land on the backs of Luna’s thighs, her belly…
Neville fell back on the bed, sitting this his large hands on his thick thighs. He glanced in the mirror again, seeing how Luna’s chest moved to catch a breath, how the candlelight caught her pale eyes and hair…how his own wide chest worked to breathe, the dark hair over his pectoral muscles gleaming with sweat, how his handsome face was slack, his mouth open.
Two days…and she would be gone.
They both had their responsibilities, he to his job teaching, her to her research. Neville had always wondered if they could have worked together, gone somewhere together, or stayed somewhere together.
Luna Vanished his seed from her body, and tucking her wand behind her ear, crawled to him, her hands resting on his chest, so small over his heart. With a sigh, Neville turned his attentions away from the mirror to the woman who knelt before him.
“You know I’ll be back from time to time, and you can always visit…” she whispered, slowly the Luna-like attitude beginning to slip back in place. “I can show you what I have found.”
Neville forced a smile, running his thumb over her jaw to her bottom lip. He could not say that he knew in two days Luna Lovegood would soon forget he existed. That was how it was…no one thought about Neville Longbottom, and forgot about him after a few days…
“I’ll send you something…something interesting,” she said airily, her large blue eyes meeting his plain brown ones.
Neville nodded, smiling as his thumb moved to trace her brown…memorizing.
Two days were all he had left to remember her.