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Chapter 2
"Do you want me to kiss you now?"
Neville started at the question. He blushed even harder than before if that was possible. Did he want her to? Yes obviously. She was beautiful this girl and every time she looked at him, his stomach seemed to flip a little bit. She seemed so interested in what he was saying about plants and his family. Her hand stroking his head didn't hurt either. Luna's eyes were silvery in the light that was emanating from the floor lamps. They seemed to wink at him, like the two of them were sharing a little secret. The way he had opened up to her just a few moments before seemed so natural too, like old friends catching up on news about their families. But did he want to kiss her? He was afraid to. Afraid of what may happen after that.
Luna didn't say anything. She continued to stroke his hair and wait for his answer. Neville closed his eyes. He didn't want her to stop. Her left hand touched his cheek and her right hand slipped down to his neck. Neville kept his eyes closed. He inhaled and smelled strawberries. Vanilla. Luna. He could hear her moving a little bit, positioning herself in front of him. He opened his legs obligingly and she stepped between them. He could hear her breathing softly but it was very faint over the sound of his own blood rushing through his ears. He felt like a statue, frozen in position, yet very much aware of what was going on around him .
Her hand went back up to his cheek followed by her lips. Her soft lips dropped a feather-like kiss on his cheekbone and his breath hitched. She followed with a brushing of her mouth over his eyelid then his temple. Neville moaned, he couldn't help it. What she was doing was almost unbearable. Luna settled herself onto his leg as she kissed his ear then bent down to kiss his jaw. Neville clenched his hands into fists, resting them on his thighs, willing himself not to move. Her fingers slipped under his sweater and tugged a little on the shirt he wore underneath. Neither of them had yet to speak a work. Then as Neville was going to say something, something like "What are you doing?" her lips closed over his and she kissed him.
Neville felt an electric current run through him, an explosion of heat that started in his stomach and moved downward. She continued to kiss his lips and bit the lower one gently. He opened his mouth a little bit and felt her tongue enter. Firm, yet yielding. Looking for his. He thrust his head towards her and reached up to grasp her neck with one hand. He touched her hair, soft curls, like a silken wave. He grabbed a fist of it while she caressed his neck, sliding her hand to his chest. Neville continued to kiss her, hard, pushing his tongue into her mouth, tasting her. A small sigh escaped her mouth. Neville didn't want to open his eyes, he didn't want to see if Luna was bored with doing this. Didn't want to see if she was counting the minutes until she could leave. He wanted to imagine that she desired him, that she was the one who called him to visit her. He felt her wrap her arms around his neck and push her upper body against his. He ran his hands down her back stopping just short of her bottom.
"Neville." Her voice sighed at him.
He didn't answer for a moment, lost.
"Neville."
"Yes Luna." He replied huskily.
"Neville, open your eyes." He closed them tighter.
"I'm afraid."
"Don't be afraid. Open your eyes. Look at me please."
Neville did hesitantly, peering at her. Luna had a small smile on her face. She was a little flushed, and her hair was tousled from where he had grabbed it. Her lips were swollen and red from his kissing and biting them. And if he looked further downward, he would see that her skirt was pushed up around her waist and his erection was against her thigh.
"Luna, I can't do this."
"Do what?"
"This…"
"What do you want Neville?"
"I, I, I want you to keep touching me."
"I'm not going to stop."
"I want you to, I have a fiancée, I don't know what I'm doing."
Neville closed his eyes again and groaned as Luna pressed her lips into his neck, right where his skin was most tender.
"Honey, please stop."
Luna froze for a moment at the tender endearment Neville had just bestowed on her. She looked at his face, slightly red, his mouth open with shallow breaths coming out.
"I don't think you want me to." Luna said quietly in her soft-pitched voice. She touched his jaw, rubbing her finger against his stubble. Neville grabbed her hand and brought it to his mouth, kissing her palm. "I think you want me to continue." Luna took her hand away from his and placed it on his navel, putting a little pressure on him. "Tell me that you want me to stop this." She stroked his thigh, stopping just short of where he felt the most constraint. "And this."
Neville wanted more than anything for Luna to continue to touch him. He never felt this way with anyone. He wanted to see more of her.
"Take off your shirt."
Luna smiled and unbuttoned her pink sweater, Neville's eyes on her fingers. She pulled it down from her shoulders, exposing creamy white skin, then down to her waist, showing him her bra. Pink with cream colored lace. Perfect. Neville shuddered a little, placing his hands on her waist. He lifted her up and settled her closer to his lap, bending his mouth to the softness above her bra. Her skin tasted like salt. He brought one hand up and hesitated.
"What do I do next?"
