Birthday Fic #10: "California Pine-Sloths and the Girls Who Catch Them" (Charlie/Luna, NC17)
Title: California Pine-Sloths and the Girls Who Catch Them
Pairing: Charlie/Luna
Rating: NC17
Words: ~1300
A/N: This is the tenth of the one-a-day birthday fics. Prompt from rozarka: Charlie/Luna, Together on a war mission, Luna's whimsy meeting Charlie's saneness for better or worse. With smut would be excellent. This is possibly lacking in plot, but anyway.
California Pine-Sloths and the Girls Who Catch Them
"You know," Luna said, staring up into the rafters and drawing inexplicable patterns in the air, "I think it would really be safer if we set off the dining area a bit more."
Charlie looked over his shoulder from where he was setting up the pole once again in the center of the tent, now they'd arrived at their new position. "Pardon?"
"Well, in case I find a California Pine-Sloth. We'd have a place to put it. They can be rather feisty."
Charlie snapped the piece into place and turned around, hands on his hips. "Well, it never hurts to have someplace to contain a wild creature, though, I don't know, we're pretty far from California."
"Of course. You never see them in the wild there!" Luna smiled and started arranging a reinforced barricade across the dining area, and Charlie shrugged.
"Fine," he said. After all, mostly on these assignments they ate on the run, or sitting on their camp beds or in the little section that served as a sitting room. The tent was more intended for a larger party than just a pair, and the dining room was superfluous. "But, you know, I really would rather not make modifications that then go unused or later prove inconvenient, so if it turns out we've no use for the space, you have to remove it, right?"
"Of course," she said lightly, removing the table and shrinking it down to make a convenient (if rather unsoft) footstool. "Although certainly California Pine-Sloths aren't the only things I might put in here."
"Right, well, it's no concern of mine, as long as you're on top of it," Charlie said, sitting down in one of the chairs before the stove and putting up his feet on the new footstool.
"I will be," she said, starting the charms to make the compartment sealable.
Charlie pointed his wand at the cupboard and waved one of the pre-made meals out to heat on the stove. He could have done it himself, and probably faster, but then, she might be a bit yet on this little project, and whilst waiting for supper to heat was as good a time as any to start working on the mission report.
Ten minutes later, he looked around. "Luna?" He knew she was probably inside the repurposed dining nook, but despite having stayed in this tent half a dozen times, he actually couldn’t see where that was. Her charm work was good. Damn good.
She poked her head out of an invisible flap and smiled. "I think it's perfect," she said. She stepped through and poked a finger in the macaroni. "Ah! Lukewarm. Just right for a quick meal. Thank you!" She leaned over and kissed him sharply on the lips, then went back to the stove.
Charlie shook his head but didn't stop her dishing out the casserole into two bowls. When she handed him his, he sent a bit of a spark into it to heat it more, but she was clearly happy with it just the way it was, and it was no skin off his nose. He signed off at the bottom of the page and passed it over with the quill for her to do the same, then ate his dinner and went into the little bathroom to change for bed. She was waiting, already changed, when he came out. "Uh. Where did you change?"
"Right here, of course. You were in there, so it didn't make any sense not to use this room."
Charlie blinked, but couldn't really fault the logic; the fact that she was wearing what appeared to be a giant squishy spring, stretched the length of her body, and nothing else, wasn't so unusual for her, and also tended to make him think that his presence in the room while she changed was fairly irrelevant, as he already didn't need to imagine anything at all. He brushed past her to go to bed.
She woke him just at dawn, a low gleam from her wand allowing him to see everything all over again. "What?"
"I wanted to show you."
"Huh?"
"In the new room."
He sat up, blinking. "You caught a whatever it was?"
"California Pine-Sloth. No, it's something else."
"Do I need my wand?"
"No." She was already halfway across the tent, so, slightly concerned, he got up and followed her. She opened the flap and ducked through, leaving even more nothing at all to his imagination. He waited, then decided he was supposed to go in after her. It took a moment to find the flap--she rally did do good work--and then he, too, stepped into the empty dining nook.
"There's nothing here."
"Not nothing," she said. "I've captured exactly what I intended."
Charlie frowned. "Uh, so it's invisible?"
"No, silly." Luna sighed. "Honestly, Charlie. I'm wearing a transparent spiral, I kissed you, and I created a room only you and I know is here. Do I need to put a story in the Quibbler?"
"…Maybe?"
She rolled her eyes. "When we don't find any California Pine-Sloths, which even I admit will be most of the time, we can wait until no one's looking, even when we have others working with us, and come in here to use this room for fucking."
Charlie wondered, briefly, whether he'd inadvertently eaten some something the twins had left behind on their last visit. "Er. Fucking?"
"Mating, only without actually creating offspring, because I hardly think that's a good idea with a war on, do you?"
"Uh, no. I mean, I know what fucking is-"
"Of course you do. Usually you find someone to do it with every couple of weeks, but it's been at least a month, Charlie, so you must be past due. I decided it must be that you preferred privacy."
"But Luna! That doesn't mean you have to do anything about it. I mean, there's always the shower!"
She shimmied the spring down over her hips and stepped closer to slide her hand, palm flat against his belly, down the front of his pyjama bottoms. "And this is more convenient anyway. But if you like, we can fuck in the shower, too. Only, it's not soundproof."
"Soundproof?"
"Of course. It would be silly to make a room for fucking in private and not make it soundproof."
"Right. Uh." Charlie flexed his hips forward, sliding his cock in her hand. "So, you've thought this all through, then."
"Of course. Now, if we do catch a California Pine-Sloth, then we'd certainly have to take the night off. Otherwise, we can go with whatever schedule you'd like. I thought it might be fun to start with the 'reverse cowgirl' position." She moved her hand slowly up his cock and back down, and added, "unless you'd rather do it against the wall. It's reinforced. And quakeproof."
Charlie groaned and shoved down his pyjamas, then dragged her to the floor. "You really have thought of everything, haven't you?"
"I do try to be thorough," she said. "It usually improves the chances of success." She turned to face his feet, and straddled him.
He watched her arse as she positioned herself and slid down onto him, then set his hands on her hips as she rocked there. "Good?" he asked.
"Oh, lovely," she said. "Exactly the right thing to catch in my little box."
Charlie grinned at her backside and ran a finger down her arsecrack. "Bet I can make it even better," he said. When she gasped and tightened around him, he was gratified to find at least there was something about the situation she hadn't controlled. He grabbed her hip harder with the other hand, and watched her ride him.
Pairing: Charlie/Luna
Rating: NC17
Words: ~1300
A/N: This is the tenth of the one-a-day birthday fics. Prompt from rozarka: Charlie/Luna, Together on a war mission, Luna's whimsy meeting Charlie's saneness for better or worse. With smut would be excellent. This is possibly lacking in plot, but anyway.
California Pine-Sloths and the Girls Who Catch Them
"You know," Luna said, staring up into the rafters and drawing inexplicable patterns in the air, "I think it would really be safer if we set off the dining area a bit more."
Charlie looked over his shoulder from where he was setting up the pole once again in the center of the tent, now they'd arrived at their new position. "Pardon?"
"Well, in case I find a California Pine-Sloth. We'd have a place to put it. They can be rather feisty."
Charlie snapped the piece into place and turned around, hands on his hips. "Well, it never hurts to have someplace to contain a wild creature, though, I don't know, we're pretty far from California."
"Of course. You never see them in the wild there!" Luna smiled and started arranging a reinforced barricade across the dining area, and Charlie shrugged.
"Fine," he said. After all, mostly on these assignments they ate on the run, or sitting on their camp beds or in the little section that served as a sitting room. The tent was more intended for a larger party than just a pair, and the dining room was superfluous. "But, you know, I really would rather not make modifications that then go unused or later prove inconvenient, so if it turns out we've no use for the space, you have to remove it, right?"
"Of course," she said lightly, removing the table and shrinking it down to make a convenient (if rather unsoft) footstool. "Although certainly California Pine-Sloths aren't the only things I might put in here."
"Right, well, it's no concern of mine, as long as you're on top of it," Charlie said, sitting down in one of the chairs before the stove and putting up his feet on the new footstool.
"I will be," she said, starting the charms to make the compartment sealable.
Charlie pointed his wand at the cupboard and waved one of the pre-made meals out to heat on the stove. He could have done it himself, and probably faster, but then, she might be a bit yet on this little project, and whilst waiting for supper to heat was as good a time as any to start working on the mission report.
Ten minutes later, he looked around. "Luna?" He knew she was probably inside the repurposed dining nook, but despite having stayed in this tent half a dozen times, he actually couldn’t see where that was. Her charm work was good. Damn good.
She poked her head out of an invisible flap and smiled. "I think it's perfect," she said. She stepped through and poked a finger in the macaroni. "Ah! Lukewarm. Just right for a quick meal. Thank you!" She leaned over and kissed him sharply on the lips, then went back to the stove.
Charlie shook his head but didn't stop her dishing out the casserole into two bowls. When she handed him his, he sent a bit of a spark into it to heat it more, but she was clearly happy with it just the way it was, and it was no skin off his nose. He signed off at the bottom of the page and passed it over with the quill for her to do the same, then ate his dinner and went into the little bathroom to change for bed. She was waiting, already changed, when he came out. "Uh. Where did you change?"
"Right here, of course. You were in there, so it didn't make any sense not to use this room."
Charlie blinked, but couldn't really fault the logic; the fact that she was wearing what appeared to be a giant squishy spring, stretched the length of her body, and nothing else, wasn't so unusual for her, and also tended to make him think that his presence in the room while she changed was fairly irrelevant, as he already didn't need to imagine anything at all. He brushed past her to go to bed.
She woke him just at dawn, a low gleam from her wand allowing him to see everything all over again. "What?"
"I wanted to show you."
"Huh?"
"In the new room."
He sat up, blinking. "You caught a whatever it was?"
"California Pine-Sloth. No, it's something else."
"Do I need my wand?"
"No." She was already halfway across the tent, so, slightly concerned, he got up and followed her. She opened the flap and ducked through, leaving even more nothing at all to his imagination. He waited, then decided he was supposed to go in after her. It took a moment to find the flap--she rally did do good work--and then he, too, stepped into the empty dining nook.
"There's nothing here."
"Not nothing," she said. "I've captured exactly what I intended."
Charlie frowned. "Uh, so it's invisible?"
"No, silly." Luna sighed. "Honestly, Charlie. I'm wearing a transparent spiral, I kissed you, and I created a room only you and I know is here. Do I need to put a story in the Quibbler?"
"…Maybe?"
She rolled her eyes. "When we don't find any California Pine-Sloths, which even I admit will be most of the time, we can wait until no one's looking, even when we have others working with us, and come in here to use this room for fucking."
Charlie wondered, briefly, whether he'd inadvertently eaten some something the twins had left behind on their last visit. "Er. Fucking?"
"Mating, only without actually creating offspring, because I hardly think that's a good idea with a war on, do you?"
"Uh, no. I mean, I know what fucking is-"
"Of course you do. Usually you find someone to do it with every couple of weeks, but it's been at least a month, Charlie, so you must be past due. I decided it must be that you preferred privacy."
"But Luna! That doesn't mean you have to do anything about it. I mean, there's always the shower!"
She shimmied the spring down over her hips and stepped closer to slide her hand, palm flat against his belly, down the front of his pyjama bottoms. "And this is more convenient anyway. But if you like, we can fuck in the shower, too. Only, it's not soundproof."
"Soundproof?"
"Of course. It would be silly to make a room for fucking in private and not make it soundproof."
"Right. Uh." Charlie flexed his hips forward, sliding his cock in her hand. "So, you've thought this all through, then."
"Of course. Now, if we do catch a California Pine-Sloth, then we'd certainly have to take the night off. Otherwise, we can go with whatever schedule you'd like. I thought it might be fun to start with the 'reverse cowgirl' position." She moved her hand slowly up his cock and back down, and added, "unless you'd rather do it against the wall. It's reinforced. And quakeproof."
Charlie groaned and shoved down his pyjamas, then dragged her to the floor. "You really have thought of everything, haven't you?"
"I do try to be thorough," she said. "It usually improves the chances of success." She turned to face his feet, and straddled him.
He watched her arse as she positioned herself and slid down onto him, then set his hands on her hips as she rocked there. "Good?" he asked.
"Oh, lovely," she said. "Exactly the right thing to catch in my little box."
Charlie grinned at her backside and ran a finger down her arsecrack. "Bet I can make it even better," he said. When she gasped and tightened around him, he was gratified to find at least there was something about the situation she hadn't controlled. He grabbed her hip harder with the other hand, and watched her ride him.