Prompt: Socks (#12)
June Ending
Bill lay next to Luna, who was laying on her stomach and humming as she stared out the window, at the rain pattering gently against the window. For a few seconds, he watched her completely transfixed by the musical quality of her voice and the pale, unblemished skin of her back, covered only slightly by wisps of pale blonde hair.
Turning away from the lovely picture she painted even in this bleak and dank room, he looked up and stared at the ceiling, putting his arms behind his head.
They were both laying nude in a bed atop the Leaky Cauldron, with only a thin sheet covering their nudity from the waist down. However, in the lazy heat that lingered in the bedroom, it was all they could bare, especially after strenuous activity.
As Bill lay for a moment, staring at the ceiling while the gnawing guilt set in, Bill wondered for perhaps the millionth time what the hell he was doing. He was married for pity's sake, and for less than a year even and he was already doing this?!
Worst yet, he'd dragged Luna into it; Luna who had always been the picture of perfect purity and innocence. He'd tainted that now.
Turning once more to stare at the young moon-goddess next to him, he wondered why she allowed it to get so far.
Bill knew why he did it... because something about Luna's Fae-like appearance, something about her aloof and distant spirit, and newfound maturity had enchanted him. Because despite the fact that she allowed him to hold her in his arms, and into her most secret place, she was still so remote from everything in this world. She still remained completely elusive. And something about her had such an otherworldly beauty that, the part of him that took pride in breaking age-old curses, couldn't help but want to posses some part of her.
"You're staring," came her musical, dreamy voice, stirring him from his thoughts. Looking up, he was surprised that she had turned her head from the window and was now staring at him with those big eyes of hers.
"I can't help it," he smiled gently, unwilling to give way to his dark thoughts in her serene presence.
"You know, we can't keep doing this," she stated, bringing him out of his thoughts. Bill nodded regretfully, only slightly surprised by the determined and stern look in her eyes.
"I know, I meant to say it earlier but was distracted by your socks," he stated, grinning roguishly, not wishing to taint what could be their last moments with unnecessary drama or sadness; it was completely useless and had no place between them. Though never explicitly said, they both knew that their whirlwind affair would never amount to anything. That it was a nothing more than a phase of lunacy after a long and exhaustive war and though it saddened him that it was now over, he knew it would be for the best.
"Yes, you do seem to be quite fond of them," Luna stated thoughtfully in her sing-song voice. Bill chuckled at this, thinking that fond was an understatement. He was quite sure that with Luna, it nearly amounted to a new fetish.
As they both soon got up and redressed, Bill couldn't help looking over and Luna and asking her the one question that had plagued him all this time.
"Luna... why did you do this?" at the tilt of her head, Bill went on to elaborate what he meant. "I know you don't care about what people think, but... if anyone were to know... their thoughts would be less than kind. And I don't deserve-"
"I don't need you to promise me your eternal love and devotion," Luna interrupted him gently, giving him a soft smile, knowing that he'd imply that she deserved someone to love her the right way. "I think that would be a lot to ask of anyone, but from you I would take what you can offer. And if all you have to give me are these few stolen moments and physical love and devotion, than that is enough for me."
TBC...
A/n: I wanted to say a special thanks to those who have reviewed, Ice Moon 14, Smithback, Cuthbert72 . I'm glad you're enjoying the story despite the short format of each chapter.
