Second Chances (3/...)
Title: Second Chances (3/not quite sure yet how long this will be)
Pairing: George Weasley/Luna Lovegood
Rating: NC-17 (to be safe)
Word Count: 1,414
Summary : After five years away, Luna comes back to give George back his freedom...but not if he has anything to say about it
Chapter 2.
The sun was just starting to make its way up outside the window when the effects of the draught she had taken the night before slowly cleared out of her system. With eyes barely open, she moved towards the edge of the bed intending to get up when she encountered resistance. Struggling to free herself from the beddings, she opened her eyes and found herself facing someone's back. Make that someone's very bare and muscular back! Eyes widening in surprise, she clutched the blanket closer to her body, conscious of the fact that she was very much naked under the sheets. Striving to clear the effects of the sleeping draught, she tried frantically to recall the events of the night before. Surely she would have remembered if she had slipped into some guy's bed last night? After all, it's not like she had ever done something like that before…or rather, again during the last five years. She had learned her lesson after all.
She was almost in a full-blown panic when she noticed the stranger's head…or rather his head of hair, or more precisely, the color of his hair. It was the same color as the girl she had met at the station yesterday…
But before she could gather her wits about her, he had already shifted and turned towards her. Still with his eyes closed, he mumbled softly, "Stop staring…" his voice gravelly from sleep.
Frozen, unable to move, for fear he'd open his eyes and find out who it was he had with him in the bed, Luna didn't make a sound. Hardly daring to breathe, she tried to lift her right arm to summon her wand so she could apparate out of the room.
But his reflexes were faster and she found her wrist clasped in his left hand just before he rolled to cover her body with his. Eyes widening in surprise, she could only gasp in reaction as he drew her arm down back towards the bed while his lips hovered over her cheek.
***
George reckoned he was dreaming, what with the feel of a soft, very naked body underneath him, with only a thin bed sheet separating said body from his. After all, in the last five years, he had lived a completely celibate life - much to his best friend Lee's confusion. And because it had been that long since he'd found relief, he figured he could be forgiven for wanting to prolong this dream. Without opening his eyes, his mouth sought to taste the soft skin underneath, landing on the woman's cheek. She smelled heavenly - like lilacs - almost like …
Mentally closing that train of thought - he shifted so he could move one hand on her nape to better position her lips for easier access and after encountering short hair, he gave himself fully into the dream. A dream where the woman beneath him was the last girl he had slept with… that last girl before he'd had the (mis)fortune to hold Luna in his arms.
Still with his eyes closed he sought to gain entrance into her lips. But instead of encountering experienced kissing, he found himself tasting the same innocence he had felt that fateful day five years before. He growled in frustration as he fought the effects of the memory of that kiss on his lower body, trying instead to change the quality of the kiss in desperation - deepening it and making it more carnal in nature by sweeping his tongue on her lower lip and nipping it lightly and then changing the angle so he could suck on it. Expecting an equally aggressive kiss back when he released her lip, he was surprised to feel her tongue tentatively stroking his own lips as though unsure of what to do. Unbidden, Luna's image superimposed itself in the back of his eyelids - Luna, with her long, disheveled silvery blond hair and wide silver-blue eyes staring at him in wonder.
"No!" he thought wildly. This was His dream…she couldn't be here. She shouldn't. He wouldn't let her be in this dream. He needed relief and he needed the girl under him to NOT be her… to not taste like her…to not feel like her. More aggressive now, he fumbled for the top of the sheet separating their bodies and yanked roughly on it so he could feel her fully. But instead of encountering a full bosom, his chest met with a smaller chest…and instead of the thin and taut, almost mannish hips, he felt a soft fullness that ran counter to that image he had of his last full sexual encounter.
"No bloody way are you ruining this for me…" he muttered to himself half in frustration and half in desperation as he threw himself without restraint into this…whatever this was. After all, it was only a dream wasn't it?
***
"Wha…?" she couldn't even formulate a complete question at hearing his muttered exclamation. Her body felt on fire. One minute she was figuring out how to leave the room with him none the wiser, the next she was under him and kissing him back with abandon. She knew she should wake him up. She knew he wasn't fully awake yet. She knew he would stop the minute he realized whom it was he was actually kissing. But because she knew this moment would be ruined if she did so…she let it continue. "Just this once" she thought to herself selfishly. "Just this once, and then he can forget about me completely." She thought desperately. She had come back not to beg him to accept her because she knew it was way past that. After all, if he had even considered doing so - he had plenty of time to do so. She had come of age several years past and he had always known where to find her. But he had refused to see her…even once. He had refused to answer even one of her owls. No. She had come back to begin the process of letting him go for good before she accepted the offer to teach full time at a Muggle University in the States. She had come back to set things right with the family that took her in when she had no one left in this world. Not for this. Never for this.
But this… this was beyond her imaginings. This was …. She couldn't even comprehend what this was. How this felt. So she threw caution to the winds and let herself enjoy this…whatever this was.
***
It was unlike anything they had ever experienced before. One minute, it was heated and desperate, the next soft and drugging. It was fast and carnal and then turned slow and sensual. And when he finally made her his, she was so very ready there was hardly any pain at all. And even though he had felt that initial resistance, her passionate response made it easier for him to remain in this dreamland. And after it was all over… complete exhaustion claimed them.
***
The harsh ray of the late morning sun was what woke him up finally. He opened his eyes to take in his surroundings, half expecting to be at his loft above WWW. The walls however made him realize where he was. He sighed loudly realizing it had all really been a dream. After all, he would never take anyone here, let alone even think about taking anyone to bed elsewhere. But after last night's very vivid dreaming, he was damned if he didn't sometimes curse his own sense of honor.
He sat up slowly and made to get out of the bed when he realized something. He was naked under the sheet. He frowned in confusion as he distinctly remembered being in his boxers when he crawled to bed last night. Thinking he had probably taken it off when he took care of himself while dreaming, he shrugged and moved to stand up. He was pulling on his boxers when he saw what the cast off top sheet revealed underneath and his eyes widened in bewilderment. "What the bloody fuck?" he thought. "It had all been a dream, hadn't it?"
Pairing: George Weasley/Luna Lovegood
Rating: NC-17 (to be safe)
Word Count: 1,414
Summary : After five years away, Luna comes back to give George back his freedom...but not if he has anything to say about it
Chapter 2.
The sun was just starting to make its way up outside the window when the effects of the draught she had taken the night before slowly cleared out of her system. With eyes barely open, she moved towards the edge of the bed intending to get up when she encountered resistance. Struggling to free herself from the beddings, she opened her eyes and found herself facing someone's back. Make that someone's very bare and muscular back! Eyes widening in surprise, she clutched the blanket closer to her body, conscious of the fact that she was very much naked under the sheets. Striving to clear the effects of the sleeping draught, she tried frantically to recall the events of the night before. Surely she would have remembered if she had slipped into some guy's bed last night? After all, it's not like she had ever done something like that before…or rather, again during the last five years. She had learned her lesson after all.
She was almost in a full-blown panic when she noticed the stranger's head…or rather his head of hair, or more precisely, the color of his hair. It was the same color as the girl she had met at the station yesterday…
But before she could gather her wits about her, he had already shifted and turned towards her. Still with his eyes closed, he mumbled softly, "Stop staring…" his voice gravelly from sleep.
Frozen, unable to move, for fear he'd open his eyes and find out who it was he had with him in the bed, Luna didn't make a sound. Hardly daring to breathe, she tried to lift her right arm to summon her wand so she could apparate out of the room.
But his reflexes were faster and she found her wrist clasped in his left hand just before he rolled to cover her body with his. Eyes widening in surprise, she could only gasp in reaction as he drew her arm down back towards the bed while his lips hovered over her cheek.
***
George reckoned he was dreaming, what with the feel of a soft, very naked body underneath him, with only a thin bed sheet separating said body from his. After all, in the last five years, he had lived a completely celibate life - much to his best friend Lee's confusion. And because it had been that long since he'd found relief, he figured he could be forgiven for wanting to prolong this dream. Without opening his eyes, his mouth sought to taste the soft skin underneath, landing on the woman's cheek. She smelled heavenly - like lilacs - almost like …
Mentally closing that train of thought - he shifted so he could move one hand on her nape to better position her lips for easier access and after encountering short hair, he gave himself fully into the dream. A dream where the woman beneath him was the last girl he had slept with… that last girl before he'd had the (mis)fortune to hold Luna in his arms.
Still with his eyes closed he sought to gain entrance into her lips. But instead of encountering experienced kissing, he found himself tasting the same innocence he had felt that fateful day five years before. He growled in frustration as he fought the effects of the memory of that kiss on his lower body, trying instead to change the quality of the kiss in desperation - deepening it and making it more carnal in nature by sweeping his tongue on her lower lip and nipping it lightly and then changing the angle so he could suck on it. Expecting an equally aggressive kiss back when he released her lip, he was surprised to feel her tongue tentatively stroking his own lips as though unsure of what to do. Unbidden, Luna's image superimposed itself in the back of his eyelids - Luna, with her long, disheveled silvery blond hair and wide silver-blue eyes staring at him in wonder.
"No!" he thought wildly. This was His dream…she couldn't be here. She shouldn't. He wouldn't let her be in this dream. He needed relief and he needed the girl under him to NOT be her… to not taste like her…to not feel like her. More aggressive now, he fumbled for the top of the sheet separating their bodies and yanked roughly on it so he could feel her fully. But instead of encountering a full bosom, his chest met with a smaller chest…and instead of the thin and taut, almost mannish hips, he felt a soft fullness that ran counter to that image he had of his last full sexual encounter.
"No bloody way are you ruining this for me…" he muttered to himself half in frustration and half in desperation as he threw himself without restraint into this…whatever this was. After all, it was only a dream wasn't it?
***
"Wha…?" she couldn't even formulate a complete question at hearing his muttered exclamation. Her body felt on fire. One minute she was figuring out how to leave the room with him none the wiser, the next she was under him and kissing him back with abandon. She knew she should wake him up. She knew he wasn't fully awake yet. She knew he would stop the minute he realized whom it was he was actually kissing. But because she knew this moment would be ruined if she did so…she let it continue. "Just this once" she thought to herself selfishly. "Just this once, and then he can forget about me completely." She thought desperately. She had come back not to beg him to accept her because she knew it was way past that. After all, if he had even considered doing so - he had plenty of time to do so. She had come of age several years past and he had always known where to find her. But he had refused to see her…even once. He had refused to answer even one of her owls. No. She had come back to begin the process of letting him go for good before she accepted the offer to teach full time at a Muggle University in the States. She had come back to set things right with the family that took her in when she had no one left in this world. Not for this. Never for this.
But this… this was beyond her imaginings. This was …. She couldn't even comprehend what this was. How this felt. So she threw caution to the winds and let herself enjoy this…whatever this was.
***
It was unlike anything they had ever experienced before. One minute, it was heated and desperate, the next soft and drugging. It was fast and carnal and then turned slow and sensual. And when he finally made her his, she was so very ready there was hardly any pain at all. And even though he had felt that initial resistance, her passionate response made it easier for him to remain in this dreamland. And after it was all over… complete exhaustion claimed them.
***
The harsh ray of the late morning sun was what woke him up finally. He opened his eyes to take in his surroundings, half expecting to be at his loft above WWW. The walls however made him realize where he was. He sighed loudly realizing it had all really been a dream. After all, he would never take anyone here, let alone even think about taking anyone to bed elsewhere. But after last night's very vivid dreaming, he was damned if he didn't sometimes curse his own sense of honor.
He sat up slowly and made to get out of the bed when he realized something. He was naked under the sheet. He frowned in confusion as he distinctly remembered being in his boxers when he crawled to bed last night. Thinking he had probably taken it off when he took care of himself while dreaming, he shrugged and moved to stand up. He was pulling on his boxers when he saw what the cast off top sheet revealed underneath and his eyes widened in bewilderment. "What the bloody fuck?" he thought. "It had all been a dream, hadn't it?"