Instincts; Blaise/Luna; R
Better late than never. No Forks this week, but hopefully I'll be bringing you more before my next scheduled date.
Title: Instincts
Author: amethyst_j/cinnamon_kisses
Rating: R
Pairing: Blaise/Luna
Category: PWP
Summary: Luna's instincts send her on a late-night dungeon stroll.
Warnings: SEX, w00t!
Disclaimer: No love to JK Rowling, but all the profits go to her and whoever she shares them with. Not me.
A/N: Thanks to jacyevans for suggesting this pairing, and thanks to everyone else that suggested crazy random pairings for me while my muse was stuck.
Instincts
The petite blonde girl was wandering the dungeons alone, never a smart idea. To make matters worse, she was clearly daydreaming, humming an unidentifiable tune and not paying any attention to her surroundings.
She didn’t see the tall, dark-haired boy approaching, half hidden in the shadows, until he was upon her, blocking her path.
“Hello, Blaise,” the girl said serenely, craning her neck to meet the boy’s black eyes.
“You shouldn’t wander around alone at night,” the boy told the girl, smirking a little. “You might end up running into someone more dangerous than I am.”
“But you’re not dangerous,” the girl said softly. “I know you aren’t.”
He laughed humorlessly and in a flash, had the girl pressed into the wall, his body preventing her escape. “Lovegood, your delusions are going to get you into trouble someday.”
“I can take care of myself,” she murmured, and with a bright flash, the boy flew across the corridor, into the opposite wall. He collected himself quickly, hopping to his feet, chuckling breathlessly.
“Nicely done,” he laughed. “You’re feistier than I would have expected.”
She made no response, merely stared at him in her abnormally calm way, and this seemed to amuse him, too.
“Why are you down here, Lovegood? Surely you can’t have anything to do at this time of night.”
“My instincts told me to come this way,” she replied, watching his every move. “I was meant to find something here tonight.”
“Is that so?” He stepped closer. “Something like this?”
The boy took the girl’s pale face between his hands - not rough, but not gentle, either - and lowered his mouth to hers in a heated caress. She seemed quite unsurprised as he backed away.
“That’s certainly the most extraordinary thing that’s happened,” she said diffidently.
“Perhaps we can do better, then,” he said, sliding his hands over her slight hips. “Maybe I’ll even get a proper reaction out of you.”
“Maybe,” she whispered, eyes bright before she closed them to receive his second kiss, a hot, open-mouthed, tongue-delving affair. The girl gasped and pressed herself closer to the boy as he lifted her slightly and wedged his way between her legs.
“Do you want this?” the dark boy murmured, dragging his lips down her arched neck.
“Yes,” the girl breathed, clutching her fingers in his thick hair. “It feels nice.”
“Nice?” he breathed, worming his hands under her skirt. “I should hope I can do better than nice.”
The girl groaned a little in response, her hair making a light curtain against the wall as she threw her head back. The boy supported her with one hand while he tugged down his zipper, an extraordinarily loud noise in the deserted dungeons. His hands fumbled under her skirt and their tangled moans were the only signal of their joining.
“Ohh,” the girl sighed as he pushed into her with a steady, firm rhythm. The only other sounds were their slapping skin and the boy’s pants of breath as they moved together in the flickering torchlight.
Minutes later, the girl gave a sharp, gasping cry, arching her back and clinging to the boy’s shoulders as she shuddered in absolute pleasure.
The boy jerked a few more times and grunted out his own release, pressing his full weight into her as he struggled to retain his composure. As he opened his eyes, he grinned in something like triumph.
“Was that nice, too, Lovegood?” he asked, punctuating his question with a little thrust of his hips.
“Ohh, very nice,” she murmured, dropping her head heavily against his shoulder. “But I dare say the nargles will be all over me tonight. They’re attracted to hormones, you know.”
The boy laughed again and released her, setting her matter-of-factly on her feet. “I suppose that’s the price we all have to pay.”
She sighed dreamily and nodded. “It’s worth it.”
He shook his head, chuckling still, as he zipped up his pants. “And will your instincts steer you here the same time tomorrow night?” he asked, smirking at her retreating form.
“Probably not,” she said airily. “But I’ll come to get my underwear back, if you don’t mind.”
His laughter rang after her.
Title: Instincts
Author: amethyst_j/cinnamon_kisses
Rating: R
Pairing: Blaise/Luna
Category: PWP
Summary: Luna's instincts send her on a late-night dungeon stroll.
Warnings: SEX, w00t!
Disclaimer: No love to JK Rowling, but all the profits go to her and whoever she shares them with. Not me.
A/N: Thanks to jacyevans for suggesting this pairing, and thanks to everyone else that suggested crazy random pairings for me while my muse was stuck.
Instincts
The petite blonde girl was wandering the dungeons alone, never a smart idea. To make matters worse, she was clearly daydreaming, humming an unidentifiable tune and not paying any attention to her surroundings.
She didn’t see the tall, dark-haired boy approaching, half hidden in the shadows, until he was upon her, blocking her path.
“Hello, Blaise,” the girl said serenely, craning her neck to meet the boy’s black eyes.
“You shouldn’t wander around alone at night,” the boy told the girl, smirking a little. “You might end up running into someone more dangerous than I am.”
“But you’re not dangerous,” the girl said softly. “I know you aren’t.”
He laughed humorlessly and in a flash, had the girl pressed into the wall, his body preventing her escape. “Lovegood, your delusions are going to get you into trouble someday.”
“I can take care of myself,” she murmured, and with a bright flash, the boy flew across the corridor, into the opposite wall. He collected himself quickly, hopping to his feet, chuckling breathlessly.
“Nicely done,” he laughed. “You’re feistier than I would have expected.”
She made no response, merely stared at him in her abnormally calm way, and this seemed to amuse him, too.
“Why are you down here, Lovegood? Surely you can’t have anything to do at this time of night.”
“My instincts told me to come this way,” she replied, watching his every move. “I was meant to find something here tonight.”
“Is that so?” He stepped closer. “Something like this?”
The boy took the girl’s pale face between his hands - not rough, but not gentle, either - and lowered his mouth to hers in a heated caress. She seemed quite unsurprised as he backed away.
“That’s certainly the most extraordinary thing that’s happened,” she said diffidently.
“Perhaps we can do better, then,” he said, sliding his hands over her slight hips. “Maybe I’ll even get a proper reaction out of you.”
“Maybe,” she whispered, eyes bright before she closed them to receive his second kiss, a hot, open-mouthed, tongue-delving affair. The girl gasped and pressed herself closer to the boy as he lifted her slightly and wedged his way between her legs.
“Do you want this?” the dark boy murmured, dragging his lips down her arched neck.
“Yes,” the girl breathed, clutching her fingers in his thick hair. “It feels nice.”
“Nice?” he breathed, worming his hands under her skirt. “I should hope I can do better than nice.”
The girl groaned a little in response, her hair making a light curtain against the wall as she threw her head back. The boy supported her with one hand while he tugged down his zipper, an extraordinarily loud noise in the deserted dungeons. His hands fumbled under her skirt and their tangled moans were the only signal of their joining.
“Ohh,” the girl sighed as he pushed into her with a steady, firm rhythm. The only other sounds were their slapping skin and the boy’s pants of breath as they moved together in the flickering torchlight.
Minutes later, the girl gave a sharp, gasping cry, arching her back and clinging to the boy’s shoulders as she shuddered in absolute pleasure.
The boy jerked a few more times and grunted out his own release, pressing his full weight into her as he struggled to retain his composure. As he opened his eyes, he grinned in something like triumph.
“Was that nice, too, Lovegood?” he asked, punctuating his question with a little thrust of his hips.
“Ohh, very nice,” she murmured, dropping her head heavily against his shoulder. “But I dare say the nargles will be all over me tonight. They’re attracted to hormones, you know.”
The boy laughed again and released her, setting her matter-of-factly on her feet. “I suppose that’s the price we all have to pay.”
She sighed dreamily and nodded. “It’s worth it.”
He shook his head, chuckling still, as he zipped up his pants. “And will your instincts steer you here the same time tomorrow night?” he asked, smirking at her retreating form.
“Probably not,” she said airily. “But I’ll come to get my underwear back, if you don’t mind.”
His laughter rang after her.