Fic: "The Warmth" (Neville/Luna) for sappholococcus
Author:
Recipient: sappholococcus
Title: The Warmth
Rating: Hard NC-17
Pairing: Neville/Luna (post-DH)
Warnings: Fluffiness toward the end. Otherwise, just the explicit foreplay/sex we all know and love.
Summary: The night before the last day of term, and Neville's project for his students goes awry.
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Word Count: 2,173
Any author notes: This was written by a ficfest virgin, so go easy on me. It's only my second time writing smut. Oh, and sorry about the cheesy title. I was listening to Incubus while writing it.
***
“I never knew you knew so much about the Purple Claw.” Neville Longbottom picked up a stray glove in drafty the Greenhouse, a layer of dirt thick under his fingernails. ”I really couldn't have done it without you.”
“Oh, you could have,” Luna said simply. “You know more than enough to lecture for a double period.”
“Yeah,” Neville said, “but you actually had information that would interest my students as well as educate them.”
“I suppose,” she said, twirling a green leaf in her fingers. Neville noticed that she was in a slightly different mood than usual. Her voice was slightly different, and she seemed to sway a little more than usual when standing.
“Are you...” he started, choosing his words, “...feeling alright?”
“Yes, Neville,” Luna answered. “Why?”
“Never mind,” Neville said, and began moving a few plants to the side to clear a space on the main center table. “Do you want to bring that Claw in now? It needs to warm up a bit before it'll be able to bloom tomorrow.”
Luna agreed, and the two of them threw on their cloaks and gloves and headed outside to retrieve the plant. The Purple Claw was a type of bush, which became violent in the days before blooming. Were one wishing to keep it docile in those treacherous days, the bush would need to be kept in near-freezing temperatures. During that time, the stingers of the Purple Claw, normally concealed by the deep purple and fuchsia flower petals, become exposed and take on the shape and colour of icicles, and remain in that state until after the flowers bloom.
The real danger of owning or handling a purple claw was its feeding method. While the bush primarily gained nutrition from photosynthesis, the stingers, which remain attached after stinging an animal or human nearby, drain the energy from its host, and feeds off that energy.
However, with the bright-green leaves, transparent-white stingers, and bright flowers in every shade of purple, Neville thought this dangerous plant was a very festive conclusion to term before the students left for Christmas.
The two of them worked on the plant, brushing snow away from the base at the ground before bringing it in, its exposed stingers making feeble jabs at them, not one strike strong enough to penetrate their clothing and break the skin.
“On the table?” Luna asked.
“Yes,” Neville huffed. The two then trudged back into the greenhouse, dragging in snow as they went, and lugged the heavy pot into the air before setting it down heavily upon the table. Neville was just about to thank Luna for her help when he felt a sharp pain below his bellybutton. He looked down and saw a thin, sharp stinger lodged into his skin where his shirt had momentarily lifted, exposing his skin to the stinger.
A kind of stupor came over Neville. His vision grew very hazy, he lost all sense of hearing, and his breathing became laboured. His fingers, already icy being gloveless in his previous task, lost all remaining warmth. His hands, wrists, and then his arms were being frozen as if his life were draining out of him, as were his toes, then feet and legs. Finally, as the edges of his torso began to freeze, he lost his balance. The last thing Neville saw before he lost consciousness was the stinger breaking clean in half like an icicle, leaving the end within him.
***
Neville was aware of two things when he woke. The first was that he was very nude, which could explain the second realisation, being he was very, very cold. He opened his eyes to see that he was right next to the fire in his bedroom, and found that he was under every blanket he owned, as well as several articles of clothing. From the feeling of it, he guessed that Luna had moved his bed to the floor so to be near the fire.
He heard Luna coming, and was about to thank her when he was quickly stricken dumb. Luna walked into the room as she did many times she visited him at Hogwarts, except this time she was almost as naked as he was, which was quickly remedied as she swiftly stripped off her knickers and kicked them aside. He made to say something, but Luna stopped him quickly.
“Don't say anything,” she said. “You're very weak, and your body temperature is very low.” She lifted the covers and made to lay beside him, then after pulling the covers over the two of them, she took him into her arms. A warming sensation seemed to slowly fill him from her touch. She ran her hands over his chest as Neville lay on his back. Neville thought that a dose of Pepper-Up potion could have done the job a lot easier, but as his mind cleared and his memory returned, he remembered that the poison left in his body would prevent that potion from taking any effect.
After a while, Luna moved her head under the covers and began blowing hot air across his chest, then into his clasped hands. Neville sighed at how wonderful it felt. Warmth seemed to spread and overlap in waved under his skin. Luna moved her hands down and began rubbing his legs. It was just as nice, but Neville's stomach lurched when he felt another warm sensation.
Luna was blowing her warm breath just below his waistline. He knew she was blowing where he was stung by the Purple Claw, but it was very close to his sensitive area, which cause another warm reaction. With Luna rubbing his legs, her face laying on his waistline, and her breaths heading downward, it wasn't long before he was very hard. But Neville's stomach sank even further when she pulled back and the length of her arm stroked along the base of his now obviously hard member.
“Hmm,” Luna said. Neville wanted to say something to ease the tension, but found he couldn't speak. In fact, the only sound that escaped him was a long soft sigh as he felt her kiss just under the wound. It was as if her wet lips were coated with a wonderful warming potion. She kissed further down, and Neville held his breath as her lips ran a wet trail straight toward...
“Oh...” Neville's voicebox was used for the first time since he awoke. Luna had kissed the base, and had further begun to kiss up his swollen prick until she reached the head. Neville was wondering how far she would go, when her tongue came out and wrapped around the head of his cock, and his mind seemed to stop comprehending rational thought completely. He felt her mouth engulf his cock as he sunk halfway into her mouth. She then removed her mouth and ran her hands along his chest and shoulders.
“You're still cold,” she said, sounding concerned. She sat up, the covers still obscuring her, and threw the blankets over them both. She then threw a leg over Neville's chest, covering his body yet still facing the right direction to continue her attention to him. They were in total darkness, but Neville loved the feeling of her small breasts pressed against his belly. However, Neville didn't have time to think for long. Before he had a chance to admire the feeling of her nipples against his skin, she lowered herself upon him, the change in angle allowing her to take all of him to the back of her throat.
Neville moaned and somehow found the strength to reach up and grasp at the sides of her breasts. She lifted herself slightly to allow him to touch them. As he began to fondle and caress her, she settled into a rhythm, continually lowering herself onto him, letting his cock glide against her lips. He moaned considerably louder when he felt her fully take him and hold him there, and then felt her tongue move over and around his flesh.
Neville wrapped his arms around her waist, now that warming his body the furthest thing from his mind, and pulled her hips closer toward him. The moment his lips met hers he felt a long vibration against his cock, which fueled his newfound lust even more. He licked the length of her before he nestled against the soft button of her clit, taking it between his lips and flicking it with his tongue.
At this point, he was fully aware of her continuous moans, as well as the movements she made with her hips against his face. He breathed deep, filling his lungs with her scent and felt his cock grow even harder. He slipped a finger inside her and felt her hips buck as she moaned louder. His chest was burning. His breaths came in short ragged gasps.
He had to have her.
Having no idea where this new strength came from, but all the same, he lifted her off of him, and maneuvering himself under the covers as quickly as possible, found himself on top of her. She grasped the sides of his head and without any sign of warning, she pulled him to her and kissed him for the first time. This wasn't the type of kiss he'd expect from Luna, though. Her mouth was open before their lips even touched, and the moment he had opened his, her tongue - the same tongue that was wrapped around his cock moments before - threw itself into his mouth.
As they remained in this state, Neville noticed the underside of his prick become considerably more wet than it was from Luna's mouth. He began to thrust against her, and her clit was so hard, he felt it rubbing against the head as he pushed forward. Soon, though, Luna began to grow impatient, and eventually could not help the urge to grasp his cock from between them. In an instant, she had placed the head where it needed to be, and on Neville's next thrust, let out a loud and long sigh as he entered her.
He lifted himself upon his palms and looked down at her. By now his eyes had adjusted to the darkness underneath the blankets, and the distorted light from the fire contributed to the hazy, dream-like vision before him, if only slightly. However, he noticed her body was covered in sweat, and threw the covers off of them, flooding their eyes with firelight. Her chest heaved as the sweat reflected a soft orange glow. Her silvery grey eyes stared up at him, her mouth open, and her blonde hair clung to her face and forehead in a sticky mess. Neville leaned down and took her nipple into his mouth as he thrust into her even harder.
Her nails went into his back as he pounded harder. Her slender fingers found his soft brown hair and her legs wrapped around his waist. She could feel every vein inside her pulsing. His tongue running roughly over her nipple, his hand massaging her other breast. His chest heaving as he grunted his thrusts, skin and hair crushing against her clit with each one.
“Oh!” Luna cried. Her back arched, her sweat slipped from her skin to his. Her moans grew louder and his thrusts grew harder. Her legs wrapped around him tighter and her nails dug deeper. Her body shuddered as her mouth and eyes froze in an inaudible scream as she felt Neville swelling inside her. They locked eyes momentarily before his eyes locked shut in his release. His breath was like fire, and his blood might as well have been acid.
After a final few motions, they lay still together. Reaching up, Luna wiped a single bead of sweat from Neville's forehead.
“Feeling better?” Luna asked quietly. Neville chuckled.
“Very,” Neville said with a small smile. “What did you do?”
“I would have thought you learned what that was a long time ago.” Luna said in a matter-of-fact tone. Neville blushed and lowered his head to her shoulder. Luna then understood, and said, “When you're stung by a Purple Claw, you lose body heat. Potions can't bring your body heat back because your body has to do it on its own. The best way to do that is... well...” She smiled a serene smile.
“So you were just warming me up?” Neville, his face still pressed against her shoulder.
“Well, yes,” she said, “but I'm happy it was you who needed warming.” She shivered suddenly. Neville took notice, and pulled the covers over them again.
“Maybe next time,” he said, “it can sting you so I can warm you up.” She kissed him.
“Maybe you can just warm me up now,” she said, moving her hips slightly. “I'm too comfortable to go outside to the greenhouses.”
With a smile, Neville pulled the covers over their heads. The only trace of frostiness left in the room were confined to the window, where only the falling snowflakes could be seen past the frosted glass.
Recipient: sappholococcus
Title: The Warmth
Rating: Hard NC-17
Pairing: Neville/Luna (post-DH)
Warnings: Fluffiness toward the end. Otherwise, just the explicit foreplay/sex we all know and love.
Summary: The night before the last day of term, and Neville's project for his students goes awry.
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Word Count: 2,173
Any author notes: This was written by a ficfest virgin, so go easy on me. It's only my second time writing smut. Oh, and sorry about the cheesy title. I was listening to Incubus while writing it.
***
“I never knew you knew so much about the Purple Claw.” Neville Longbottom picked up a stray glove in drafty the Greenhouse, a layer of dirt thick under his fingernails. ”I really couldn't have done it without you.”
“Oh, you could have,” Luna said simply. “You know more than enough to lecture for a double period.”
“Yeah,” Neville said, “but you actually had information that would interest my students as well as educate them.”
“I suppose,” she said, twirling a green leaf in her fingers. Neville noticed that she was in a slightly different mood than usual. Her voice was slightly different, and she seemed to sway a little more than usual when standing.
“Are you...” he started, choosing his words, “...feeling alright?”
“Yes, Neville,” Luna answered. “Why?”
“Never mind,” Neville said, and began moving a few plants to the side to clear a space on the main center table. “Do you want to bring that Claw in now? It needs to warm up a bit before it'll be able to bloom tomorrow.”
Luna agreed, and the two of them threw on their cloaks and gloves and headed outside to retrieve the plant. The Purple Claw was a type of bush, which became violent in the days before blooming. Were one wishing to keep it docile in those treacherous days, the bush would need to be kept in near-freezing temperatures. During that time, the stingers of the Purple Claw, normally concealed by the deep purple and fuchsia flower petals, become exposed and take on the shape and colour of icicles, and remain in that state until after the flowers bloom.
The real danger of owning or handling a purple claw was its feeding method. While the bush primarily gained nutrition from photosynthesis, the stingers, which remain attached after stinging an animal or human nearby, drain the energy from its host, and feeds off that energy.
However, with the bright-green leaves, transparent-white stingers, and bright flowers in every shade of purple, Neville thought this dangerous plant was a very festive conclusion to term before the students left for Christmas.
The two of them worked on the plant, brushing snow away from the base at the ground before bringing it in, its exposed stingers making feeble jabs at them, not one strike strong enough to penetrate their clothing and break the skin.
“On the table?” Luna asked.
“Yes,” Neville huffed. The two then trudged back into the greenhouse, dragging in snow as they went, and lugged the heavy pot into the air before setting it down heavily upon the table. Neville was just about to thank Luna for her help when he felt a sharp pain below his bellybutton. He looked down and saw a thin, sharp stinger lodged into his skin where his shirt had momentarily lifted, exposing his skin to the stinger.
A kind of stupor came over Neville. His vision grew very hazy, he lost all sense of hearing, and his breathing became laboured. His fingers, already icy being gloveless in his previous task, lost all remaining warmth. His hands, wrists, and then his arms were being frozen as if his life were draining out of him, as were his toes, then feet and legs. Finally, as the edges of his torso began to freeze, he lost his balance. The last thing Neville saw before he lost consciousness was the stinger breaking clean in half like an icicle, leaving the end within him.
***
Neville was aware of two things when he woke. The first was that he was very nude, which could explain the second realisation, being he was very, very cold. He opened his eyes to see that he was right next to the fire in his bedroom, and found that he was under every blanket he owned, as well as several articles of clothing. From the feeling of it, he guessed that Luna had moved his bed to the floor so to be near the fire.
He heard Luna coming, and was about to thank her when he was quickly stricken dumb. Luna walked into the room as she did many times she visited him at Hogwarts, except this time she was almost as naked as he was, which was quickly remedied as she swiftly stripped off her knickers and kicked them aside. He made to say something, but Luna stopped him quickly.
“Don't say anything,” she said. “You're very weak, and your body temperature is very low.” She lifted the covers and made to lay beside him, then after pulling the covers over the two of them, she took him into her arms. A warming sensation seemed to slowly fill him from her touch. She ran her hands over his chest as Neville lay on his back. Neville thought that a dose of Pepper-Up potion could have done the job a lot easier, but as his mind cleared and his memory returned, he remembered that the poison left in his body would prevent that potion from taking any effect.
After a while, Luna moved her head under the covers and began blowing hot air across his chest, then into his clasped hands. Neville sighed at how wonderful it felt. Warmth seemed to spread and overlap in waved under his skin. Luna moved her hands down and began rubbing his legs. It was just as nice, but Neville's stomach lurched when he felt another warm sensation.
Luna was blowing her warm breath just below his waistline. He knew she was blowing where he was stung by the Purple Claw, but it was very close to his sensitive area, which cause another warm reaction. With Luna rubbing his legs, her face laying on his waistline, and her breaths heading downward, it wasn't long before he was very hard. But Neville's stomach sank even further when she pulled back and the length of her arm stroked along the base of his now obviously hard member.
“Hmm,” Luna said. Neville wanted to say something to ease the tension, but found he couldn't speak. In fact, the only sound that escaped him was a long soft sigh as he felt her kiss just under the wound. It was as if her wet lips were coated with a wonderful warming potion. She kissed further down, and Neville held his breath as her lips ran a wet trail straight toward...
“Oh...” Neville's voicebox was used for the first time since he awoke. Luna had kissed the base, and had further begun to kiss up his swollen prick until she reached the head. Neville was wondering how far she would go, when her tongue came out and wrapped around the head of his cock, and his mind seemed to stop comprehending rational thought completely. He felt her mouth engulf his cock as he sunk halfway into her mouth. She then removed her mouth and ran her hands along his chest and shoulders.
“You're still cold,” she said, sounding concerned. She sat up, the covers still obscuring her, and threw the blankets over them both. She then threw a leg over Neville's chest, covering his body yet still facing the right direction to continue her attention to him. They were in total darkness, but Neville loved the feeling of her small breasts pressed against his belly. However, Neville didn't have time to think for long. Before he had a chance to admire the feeling of her nipples against his skin, she lowered herself upon him, the change in angle allowing her to take all of him to the back of her throat.
Neville moaned and somehow found the strength to reach up and grasp at the sides of her breasts. She lifted herself slightly to allow him to touch them. As he began to fondle and caress her, she settled into a rhythm, continually lowering herself onto him, letting his cock glide against her lips. He moaned considerably louder when he felt her fully take him and hold him there, and then felt her tongue move over and around his flesh.
Neville wrapped his arms around her waist, now that warming his body the furthest thing from his mind, and pulled her hips closer toward him. The moment his lips met hers he felt a long vibration against his cock, which fueled his newfound lust even more. He licked the length of her before he nestled against the soft button of her clit, taking it between his lips and flicking it with his tongue.
At this point, he was fully aware of her continuous moans, as well as the movements she made with her hips against his face. He breathed deep, filling his lungs with her scent and felt his cock grow even harder. He slipped a finger inside her and felt her hips buck as she moaned louder. His chest was burning. His breaths came in short ragged gasps.
He had to have her.
Having no idea where this new strength came from, but all the same, he lifted her off of him, and maneuvering himself under the covers as quickly as possible, found himself on top of her. She grasped the sides of his head and without any sign of warning, she pulled him to her and kissed him for the first time. This wasn't the type of kiss he'd expect from Luna, though. Her mouth was open before their lips even touched, and the moment he had opened his, her tongue - the same tongue that was wrapped around his cock moments before - threw itself into his mouth.
As they remained in this state, Neville noticed the underside of his prick become considerably more wet than it was from Luna's mouth. He began to thrust against her, and her clit was so hard, he felt it rubbing against the head as he pushed forward. Soon, though, Luna began to grow impatient, and eventually could not help the urge to grasp his cock from between them. In an instant, she had placed the head where it needed to be, and on Neville's next thrust, let out a loud and long sigh as he entered her.
He lifted himself upon his palms and looked down at her. By now his eyes had adjusted to the darkness underneath the blankets, and the distorted light from the fire contributed to the hazy, dream-like vision before him, if only slightly. However, he noticed her body was covered in sweat, and threw the covers off of them, flooding their eyes with firelight. Her chest heaved as the sweat reflected a soft orange glow. Her silvery grey eyes stared up at him, her mouth open, and her blonde hair clung to her face and forehead in a sticky mess. Neville leaned down and took her nipple into his mouth as he thrust into her even harder.
Her nails went into his back as he pounded harder. Her slender fingers found his soft brown hair and her legs wrapped around his waist. She could feel every vein inside her pulsing. His tongue running roughly over her nipple, his hand massaging her other breast. His chest heaving as he grunted his thrusts, skin and hair crushing against her clit with each one.
“Oh!” Luna cried. Her back arched, her sweat slipped from her skin to his. Her moans grew louder and his thrusts grew harder. Her legs wrapped around him tighter and her nails dug deeper. Her body shuddered as her mouth and eyes froze in an inaudible scream as she felt Neville swelling inside her. They locked eyes momentarily before his eyes locked shut in his release. His breath was like fire, and his blood might as well have been acid.
After a final few motions, they lay still together. Reaching up, Luna wiped a single bead of sweat from Neville's forehead.
“Feeling better?” Luna asked quietly. Neville chuckled.
“Very,” Neville said with a small smile. “What did you do?”
“I would have thought you learned what that was a long time ago.” Luna said in a matter-of-fact tone. Neville blushed and lowered his head to her shoulder. Luna then understood, and said, “When you're stung by a Purple Claw, you lose body heat. Potions can't bring your body heat back because your body has to do it on its own. The best way to do that is... well...” She smiled a serene smile.
“So you were just warming me up?” Neville, his face still pressed against her shoulder.
“Well, yes,” she said, “but I'm happy it was you who needed warming.” She shivered suddenly. Neville took notice, and pulled the covers over them again.
“Maybe next time,” he said, “it can sting you so I can warm you up.” She kissed him.
“Maybe you can just warm me up now,” she said, moving her hips slightly. “I'm too comfortable to go outside to the greenhouses.”
With a smile, Neville pulled the covers over their heads. The only trace of frostiness left in the room were confined to the window, where only the falling snowflakes could be seen past the frosted glass.