Dreams and Sewing Machines
This is my first Draco/Luna fic, but I just think they go together very well. Even if they are a bit unconventional.
Thanks a million to 'MickeyBoggs' who edited this for me.
Chapter 1
He takes a shaky breath, trying to control the havoc she is causing all over his body. It's proving to be nearly impossible.
His pale hands are almost shaking, buried amongst blonde curls in an effort to keep himself sane.
"We should get inside" he barely breathes out.
Her tongue applies a gentle pressure, right under the head of his cock and he needs to grind his teeth to keep himself from moaning out loud.
"No one else is here," she says against the head of his penis, letting her tongue make a small circle around the slit.
"I just…bed!" he gasps, buckling against her mouth.
She lifts her head to look at him, pushing strands of blonde hair from her face, so that her almost completely dilated blue eyes stare at him. Her small hand gives his a gentle squeeze and he lets his head drop against the cool wall by his bedroom door.
"Draco Malfoy wants me in his bed." It isn't a question, nor a tease, just a breathy statement in a musical voice. His name coming from her lips makes him groan, wanting nothing more than to just hear her screaming it.
She moves her hand up and down, and oh so fucking slowly. He can't take it.
His fingers slip between her golden curls, reaching her shoulders and pulling her small body against his. His silver eyes stare into her blue ones, taking in the little glint he has always wondered about.
His lips claim hers in a hungry and frenzied kiss, one that she matches, letting her fingers grab onto his shoulders as his tangle in her hair.
"Bed," he moans against her and he can feel her smile against his lips.
He carries her there, her legs around him as she teases his neck and ear-shell with tiny butterfly kisses.
His pants are down around his knees and it causes him to stumble several times before he reaches the bed. He drops her amongst dark covers and feather pillows and pulls his pants and boxers completely off.
Her eyes travel hungrily over his chest, because she didn't get the chance to fully enjoy the curves of his abs.
He takes her lips again, firmly and gentle all at once. His hands move up her thighs pulling yards of red up around her waist. His fingers trace the lace and ribbons of her panties before he grinds his pelvis into hers.
"Where is the fucking zipper on this thing?" he mumbles against her neck, trying very unsuccessfully to search for the zipper on the sides of her dress.
"There isn't one, just undo the bow in the back and pull it up"
He flips them over so that she is straddling his hips, when he moves his hips up she moves hers down and they moan so much in unison that he can't tell whose is louder.
He pulls the strands of her bow apart slowly, capturing her lips against his as he does it.
"Nargles are very attracted to zippers."
He closes his eyes and falls back against the bed "Now really isn't the time to talk about Nargles, love"
"It seems no one ever thinks it's the time to talk about them," she notes, her voice dancing around them.
He pulls her down so that he can kiss her again; her lips are so soft over his. "I will listen to anything you want to tell me, about whatever creatures you want." he catches her smile with his mouth as he pulls the dress the rest of the way up.
Luna raises her arms as he pulls the article of clothing off her body.
Her dress doesn't even reach the hardwood floor before his lips are against her pale pink nipples.
"I'd just rather hear you screaming my name right now."
He leaves kisses around her areolas, moving from one to the other without ever taking her nipples into his mouth. She arches her back, telling him without words what she wants. When he doesn't do as she needs she grinds her hips against his hard.
Her underwear, the one she bought with him in mind, feels like too much of a barrier between them and when her hands move down to undo the ribbons keeping it together on the sides Draco flips them over again.
He holds her hands on her sides as his clever mouth moves down her stomach, leaving ghosts of kisses all over her skin. His tongue traces the edge of her panties and the moans gently at the feel of it.
Draco stops suddenly, looking up from this angle of her tiny, delicate, perfect pale body.
She blushes, the pink dancing across her cheeks and brushing across her chest.
"You're beautiful," he whispers, lowering his mouth over her lace covered crotch. He finds her clit through the material, rubbing his tongue over it for a second before sucking hard against it.
Luna's hips fly off the bed and her whole body shivers, his name comes out as a sharp hiss followed by a 'please'.
He repeats the motion twice more before completely pulling off her panties, wasting no time in slipping his tongue deep inside her. Her hips thrust against his mouth as his name falls from her pink lips in sweet musical gasps, making him all the harder for her.
When he can feel her tighten around his tongue and her breathing lose all track of a rhythm, he pulls himself up her body quicker than she realizes and sinks into her in one long, fast stroke.
Luna bites down on his shoulder, her nails sinking into the skin of his hips as the wonderful heat that was building up in her stomach explodes throughout her whole body.
She moans approvingly against the bite mark she leaves on his shoulder when her body calms down enough, and that's all he needs to start moving within her. She is so fucking tight and slick he nearly loses it. But he has waited far too long for this to just let it end in two seconds.
"Fuck love, you are so tight!" he murmurs against her ear as her legs wrap around him, encouraging him to move faster, deeper.
Her lips attack his neck, leaving sloppy sucking kisses in to any skin she can get. "Merlin…Harder," she tells him.
He complies, moving deeper and faster and harder, until there is no actual rhythm too his hips but she is still meeting him trust for trust. When she starts clenching against him he can't hold it anymore, he shifts his hips a bit and in one last deep stroke he spills inside of her warm and inviting and incredible body.
When he can breathe again he pulls her against him, so that her back is to his chest and he can hold her small frame against his long body. He kisses her shoulder, almost nodding off to the dazzling scent of her skin. Strawberry and vanilla and sex.
She wraps her fingers with his; he can feel the amazing experience that has just happened between them slipping away. Because even though their bodies are still radiating heat from their own private form of exercise, he swears that the silver band on her fourth finger is freezing against his fingers.
"Stay here." It's a command, the authority in his voice clear.
"It would be quite hard to explain where I've gone to, when he doesn't think I'm to be gone more than a few hours."
"Let him come find you, so he can find you here much more satisfied than he's ever left you. He doesn't deserve you anyway," he mumbles against her skin.
"No he doesn't," she says, turning her body so that she can face him. Her little hand cupping his cheek "But you would never have asked."
She smiles, one that doesn't reach her watery blue eyes. Something that breaks his insides, because her smile is usually so genuine.
"I love you," he pleads
"I know," she tells him, her lips just touching his. "It isn't enough."
Her kiss is bittersweet.
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Tbc
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