Masochist and Pumpkin Juice
Disclaimer: Not mine
Warning for sexual content
Title: The Little Things that Matter
Challenge: All Aboard the Love Boat
Paring: Luna Lovegood and George Weasley
Prompt: Masochist and Pumpkin Juice
One Day BD
"Got it!" George cried out as a plum of smoke erupted in his face, causing him to gag and cough. He watched the purple liquid solidified into little grains of purple powder. "Or, at least, I hope I got it."
"What's going on?"
George smiled as Luna came down the stairs. "A breakthrough, that's what! Come over here."
Luna did what she was told, plopping down onto the bench across from him. "What miraculous new product is this?"
"Temp-A-Powder," George grinned. "Just pour it into someone's unsuspecting glass of pumpkin juice, tea, or coffee and watch as they suffer the worst of the summer's hot and the winter's cold. What do you think?"
"Sounds like a good way to make some one think they're going crazy," Luna replied, a smile on her face. "I'll be back."
Luna ran up the stairs only to come back down moments later with two cups and a jug of pumpkin juice. "We'll test it together."
She poured the juice into the cups and George added small doses of the Temp-A-Powder, stirring it in. "Pumpkin juice has always been a favorite of mine," Luna said, smiling.
"I know, that's why I made sure to get a bunch of it. Ready?" he added as they each took their separate cups.
"Ready. On the count of three? One. . . ."
"Two. . . ."
"Three," they said together, tipping back and gulping down the juice.
"Wow," Luna said, grinning. "You can't even taste it."
"Pretty good right?" George said. "We should feel the affects i-i-n a-a min-n-nute."
"Wh-wh-whoa," Luna said, wrapping her arms around herself. "C-c-c-cold."
They looked at each other for a moment before George said, "B-b-b-blankets?"
Luna nodded, her teeth chattering and he took her hand as they rushed upstairs.
An hour later found George and Luna bundled on the couch together with large mugs of hot chocolate, each dressed in so many sweaters there was hardly any room on the sofa for either of them, mittens, and at least a dozen socks each.
"S-s-so the-e-e-re's a c-c-c-ouple of-f-f th-th-things I've g-g-got to wo-o-rk o-o-out," George mumbled, though he was glad for the excuse to wrap his arms around Luna. "It's n-n-not su-su-supposed to la-la-last th-th-this l-l-long."
"It-it-it's fine," Luna said, nuzzling closer into him. "We-we-we'll f-f-f-fix it lat-lat-later."
But, as if it the realized that George was happy in this position and didn't care, the cold stop. Luna moved away from him slightly, breathing a sigh of relief. She set down her cup of hot chocolate, moving the blankets. "Suppose the cold took over the hot part huh?"
"Yeah, I guess so," George replied trying not to sound to disappointed about the distance between them now. "The heat was supposed to come before the – whoa."
Luna must have felt it too because she began fanning her face. She reached down and pulled off the five pairs of socks she was wearing wriggling her toes, George pulling off his socks as well. "It's not supposed to get this hot, is it?" Luna said, peeling her sweaters over her head.
George could say nothing as he stared at her. She moved enticingly, even if she didn't realize it. But, realizing his own discomfort, George began to remove his own sweaters and sweatshirts. When he got down to his t-shirt, he looked to Luna, only to find that she was staring at him, her bottom lip caught between her teeth. He motioned to his t-shirt. "Do you mind?" he asked.
Her eyes widening slightly, she shook her head, giving George the go ahead to go shirtless, which he did happily. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Luna's eyes widen even more.
Something was definitely more than a little off right now.
"Merlin, George," Luna said, almost in a gasp. Her voice sent a violent shiver down his spine and put goose bumps on his arms despite the heat they were feeling (which was seemingly turning out to be an incredibly different type of heat; how on earth had he gotten that mixed up?)
He watched as Luna lifted up the bottom of her shirt and tank top, just above her navel, letting her hands rest on her stomach. He cleared his throat. "I – er – I don't mind if you want to, you know – just sit in your tank."
"Really?" Luna asked.
"Yeah, er, go for it."
It was all George could do to keep from moaning as Luna slowly pulled off her t-shirt leaving behind her tank top, which was just about skintight. George never thought he would ever use the word sexy for Luna . . . beautiful yes, gorgeous most definitely . . . but never sexy.
He decided he had better change that thought.
He watched, enticed as a drop of sweat rolled down Luna's neck, across her collarbone, and disappeared into the valley of her breast. George's breath was coming out in husky gasps of air, he realized, as Luna leaned her head back against the couch. He reached forward and moved away a piece of her wet hair, which had clung to her neck, his fingers ever so slightly brushing against her skin. He felt Luna shiver at his barest touch, goose bumps popping up where his fingers had just been.
"What was in that stuff, George?" she said.
George couldn't respond again. Luna looked to him, their eyes catching. . . . Her pupils were dilated, he realized, and his were probably the same.
Surprisingly, it was Luna who sprung first, her lips smashing against his in a passionate and lust filled kiss. He kissed back, of course, just as eager to satisfy her needs as he was to satisfy his own.
He was wondering what on earth he had put in the heat part of his potion to make them act like this. Maybe it was some meshed up form of a love potion. . . .
But it all escaped his mind as Luna's lips moved down to his neck, giving him a healthy (rather painful) love bite. A gasp escaped George's lips while a giggle escaped Luna's.
Luna was a little masochist.
She pushed him hard back against the arm of the sofa, her mouth against his again. He responded by pushing her over . . . forgetting that they were on a sofa and they both ended up on the floor, though neither of them acknowledged it. Somehow, to neither of their knowledge, George managed to remove Luna's tank top, tossing it somewhere over his head, leaving her clad in only her bra and jeans.
Luna's fingernails dug into George's back but, instead of taking the moment to realize the pain, George let it spur him on as he pressed his lips harder against her, letting his fingers linger just above the edge of her pants.
Luna rolled them over again, George's body hitting hard against the coffee table and knocking it to the floor. She managed to get them both up, still kissing him, and George took the opportunity to push her back against the nearest wall. This time Luna gasped, her eyes catching George's as he smirked at her.
She turned them around, pushing him against the wall this time, her teeth attached to his earlobe as she eagerly undid the button of his jeans. He slid from them, now only in his boxers as he lifted Luna up, wrapping her legs around her his waist.
Her fingernails were in his neck as he moved clumsily into his bedroom, falling onto the bed. Luna's hands moved up into his hair, tugging hard as he undid the button of her jeans, sliding them down her slim legs. She rolled them over again, giggling softly as she gave George an evil smile, bending forward to press kisses (bites), along his chest and stomach.
Merlin, George loved this woman!!
A/N: So, what did you think? Don't say I didn't warn you!! It was real fun (and kind of hard) to write Luna in this new light, but I could see Luna as a closet masochist, couldn't you? Thanks for reading