Summer Rain

The sun was strong, filtering through the canopy of leaves to touch pin pricks of warmth against his bare skin. The birds were singing merrily as they flittered from branch to branch above his head and somewhere over his shoulder where the babbling of the brook was gurgling on its way through the wood Draco heard the deep resonating croak of a frog.

The blanket was soft beneath him, cushioning him, protecting him from the grass and twigs that would undoubtedly scratch at him and leave little red welts on his exposed skin.

It was a peaceful day, and Draco, full from his picnic lunch and as relaxed as he possibly could be while stretched out naked in the woods, was content. His smoky grey eyes watched the girl sitting opposite him, her naked body partially shielded from his vision by the easel she had set up and the long, dirty blonde hair that fell over her shoulders and covered her breasts.

He listened to the slight swishing of the water against the sides of the glass jar as Luna Lovegood dipped her paint brush into the water to clean it, tapping the wooden handle lightly against the rim to shake off any excess water. He watched her dip her brush into a pot of blue paint and knew she was now preparing to paint the sky or the brook behind him. She hummed quietly while she painted and the pleasant, familiar sound lulled him further into his near sleepy state.

"Draco, you're twitching," Luna chided gently.

"Don't mean to, I'm falling asleep over here," Draco replied, trying his best not to move more than was necessary. He disliked sitting still for prolonged periods of time, especially when Luna was within arms reach and completely naked; but he had promised her he would pose for her picture. Draco hadn't quite realised what he had let himself in for with that hastily given promise.

Luna enjoyed drawing and painting, and she enjoyed looking at Draco, therefore she had combined the two to make one thoroughly enjoyable hobby. It was too bad that Draco was getting achy, Luna mused, but he had promised to sit for her and as she kept reminding him, a promise was a promise and shouldn't be broken.

"It's nice here isn't it?" Luna said conversationally. She had brought Draco to the little thicket of wood near her house. It was far enough away that her father wouldn't accidentally stumble upon them, but near enough that he wouldn't worry about her being with Draco. Luna understood her father's worry, after all, Draco's family had held her captive during the war; but as she constantly reminded her father, the war was over and everyone deserved a second chance. Especially, she thought with a coy smile, people with a body like Draco's.

"Hum."

She smiled brightly, "I knew you'd like it. Draco, don't move, I'm not finished with you yet, I'm going back to you in a minute."

Draco sighed softly. Posing was a pain in the ass, but he was bound to be rewarded for good behaviour when the painting was done, and with hormones raging like a forest fire Draco was willing to wait it out.

He watched as Luna changed her brush, wiping the end with a damp cloth before selecting a pot he couldn't see from his position. She looked up, her large silvery blue eyes looking directly at him from behind the curtain of hair that had fallen over her one eye. Those eyes held his, keeping him captive in a timeless moment before flickering away and travelling down the length of his body, assessing him carefully with open admiration.

Draco couldn't help it; he blushed.

If she saw the change in his countenance, which Draco was sure she had because Luna missed nothing; she gave no sign of it. That was one of the things Draco liked about her, she understood him. Luna knew how difficult it was for him to be open with someone, she accepted his awkwardness in expressing his feelings and didn't push him, she simply took what he was able to give; grateful that it was her he was offering those feelings to.

Draco watched Luna carefully, sitting in the grass amongst the flowers and trees with her hair spilling around her she brought to mind the image of a beautiful and mystical forest nymph. Luna was at home surrounded by nature, it suited her personality; he preferred the luxury and splendour of his family home, Malfoy Manor. Draco didn't mind spending time outdoors with Luna, she was like an exotic bird that should never be caged, and keeping her indoors, as grand as his home was, rather felt like he was caging her up.

At first, when they had began their tentative relationship Draco had wanted to lock her away, keep her from anyone who might say or do something to take her away from him. It had taken him a long time to realise that Luna was stronger than he thought, much stronger that he was, and she did what she wanted to do and never let anyone else's opinion affect her own judgement.

Draco recalled sitting on his private veranda with Luna one evening his face twisted into a pout as she told him she wouldn't be able to see him the following evening because she was going out with Ginny Weasley. He hadn't been able to cope with it, suddenly terrified that Weasley would convince Luna never to see him again and he had of course, rather than trying to explain to Luna how he felt, just shouted at her and caused an argument.

Luna however never argued. That was one of the infuriating things about her, Draco could never get her to fight with him; it had taken Draco a while to discover that when he and Luna fought, he was in fact just fighting with himself because she just sat back and let him rant and rave before putting him neatly in his place with a few softly spoken words of common sense. As maddening as that could be, it was one of the many things Draco had come to adore about her.

Feeling her eyes on him again, Draco pulled himself out of his thoughts to see what she was doing. Luna her paint brush poised in mid air, was almost devouring him with her eyes. It was a different look to the one she had given him only minutes before, these were not the eyes of the artist but the eyes of his lover; and Draco's body responded immediately.

It was Luna's turn to blush, and her eyes swept back to her painting as she sucked in a sharp breath. The movement caused her chest to rise and a pink nipple peeked at Draco through the curtain of her hair. His lips curled into a smirk; his reward was within his reach.

"See something you like, Luna?" He was teasing, but his voice was low, almost a seductive purr that affected Luna much more that she felt it should, but she wasn't one to question her feelings. If Luna felt something then she trusted it to be right, and she trusted every feeling and instinct she had about Draco in spite of his past and what her own family and friends said about him.

They didn't know this Draco. They didn't know her Draco.

Luna lifted one shoulder in a shrug. "If you've seen one blonde God you've seen them all," she replied with an impish smile.

Draco grinned, he had always hated being made fun of, he never could take a friendly joke when he was the butt of it; but he didn't mind in the slightest when Luna teased him. It was strange, but it made him feel closer to her, it gave their relationship a special intimacy that he had never experienced with anyone else before.

"You're supposed to worship God's you know," he said, giving her a sly smile.

"Yes," she agreed, her voice a breathy whisper as she thought of all the ways she could worship Draco. It only took a brief meeting of eyes for Luna to know that Draco had been thinking the same thing. "Would…. Would you like to be worshipped, Draco?"

The fact that Luna could stammer and look at him so shyly from beneath her lashes after all this time, when he touched her so often, when he had; Draco swallowed reflexively, been inside her so many times, genuinely touched something at the core of him.

"Yes," Draco said softly. "I would."

Luna said nothing in response, but she didn't need to, her eyes did the talking for her so deep and intense was the look she gave him.

The little clearing was muggy due to the warmth of the day and the humidity from the stuffy shade of the trees over head; but suddenly it became hot and sultry as Luna left her painting behind and crawled to Draco's feet. She knelt there for a moment gorging on him, taking him all in, and the sweetest contented smile graced her delicate features.

Draco remembered those lips against his ear whispering softly "I love you" as she cradled him close to her, fingers running through his hair, slender arms surrounding him, keeping him safe from everything, including himself.

As her hands reach out to brush over his toes, Draco managed to speak, not the words that were lying heavily on his tongue, but close enough. "I do you know."

"I know." Her response was simple, but like all things simple, it was the truth and so completely Luna. It didn't upset her that Draco hadn't said the words, when it was right for him Draco would speak them without any hesitation at all, Luna knew that as well as she knew her own name. There was no rushing these things after all.

Luna turned back to the task at hand. She brushed her lips over his toes, placing a soft kiss to the arch of each foot, her teeth nipping at his heels and her tongue tracing the curve of each ankle. Hot open mouthed kisses touched the back of his knees, his inner thighs, the flat of his stomach and her teeth bit lightly into his jutting hip, his shoulder and collar bone.

Draco's eyes closed and he groaned quietly as she kissed the base of his throat, her tongue flickering over his straining Adam's apple and moving along to trace his jaw and press a kiss just beneath his ear. Light kisses, as swift as butterfly wings passed over his face, along his cheek bones, over his eyebrows, against his eye lids and lastly to the tip of his nose.

His lips parted eagerly, waiting for that kiss to his mouth; Luna's kisses were always deep, full of feeling and meaning. Draco liked that about her.

Luna knew what he wanted, but she bypassed his mouth entirely. An annoyed noise came from the back of his throat and Luna laughed lightly. "You said you wanted to be worshipped." She leant in until her hair tickled his chest and her mouth was against his ear. "Worship isn't something that is rushed, Draco."

Excitement speared through every nerve ending in his body. Draco's fingers fisted into the blanket beneath him, his body unconsciously straining towards her, eager and desperate for more.

She allowed her thumb to trace his bottom lip, stroking down his throat until her hands danced across his chest reveling in the warmth of his skin, the familiarly of the contours of his body as she caressed his arms stroking against the crease by his elbow and lifting his hand to press a sweet kiss against his wrist. Draco shifted, a soft gasp floating past his lips.

Her fingers explored the smooth alabaster skin of his chest, nails raking lightly over his nipples eliciting a groan from him. Her touch ghosted over his ribs to pause on his hips to steady herself as her mouth pressed to one nipple in a hot, wet kiss. Luna traced teasing, gentle circles with her tongue around first one nipple and then the other, the skin tightening into a hard bud against her mouth.

Luna's hand swept down the length of Draco's body and with the faintest of touches she caressed his inner thighs, a small smile twitching at the corners of her lips when Draco moaned and parted his legs invitingly. His stomach muscles tightened and twitched in anticipation when she pressed a kiss just below his belly button and his hand flexed against the small of her back. Everything she did burnt a white hot trail of desire throughout his body and Draco was helpless to do anything other than squirm and pant beneath her assault.

Blindly, Draco reached out for her, wanting to touch her, to bring her the same unbelievable pleasure she was giving him; but Luna batted his hands away. "No," she murmured, her mouth now against his hip. "I'm worshiping you, Draco."

Just the way she spoke his name was enough to drive Draco mad with longing, and now she was teasing him as well.

Draco felt her shift beside him and he forced open his heavy eyelids in time to see her settle herself on her knees between his thighs and it was only then that Draco realized how his body had of its own accord spread open for her, silently begging for her touch. Draco knew that he wouldn't find himself naked, legs splayed in the wood with anyone else; he had let his guard down with Luna, not only did he want her so much it seemed to defy all rational thought and reasoning, but he trusted her, he knew her and she knew him; without a doubt Draco knew that he loved her.

He opened his mouth to tell her so but all that came out was a sharp cry of pleasure as she finally took his hardened, aching flesh into her mouth. His hips jerked upwards and Luna smoothly moved with him to avoid having him hit her gag reflex. Her mouth was slow and sweet and sensual and Draco's eyes rolled back in his head. Draco's hands reached for her again, tangling his fingers in her hair he gripped tightly to her, his hips rocking forward, her mouth finding his rhythm and moving with him as pure bliss rippled under his skin and he was panting, fighting for breath.

With one last upward stroke Luna released him, and finally, finally, her mouth slanted over his in a kiss. Draco's fingers tightened in her hair, holding to the back of her head to keep her there as he kissed her deeply, his tongue sweeping into her mouth, stroking, caressing dominating her even as he lay beneath her. Luna moaned in response, pressing herself against him, needing something to help with the frenzied hunger that was eating away at the pit of her stomach.

When he released her to allow her to breathe, Luna gasped, drawing in a deep lung-full of air. "Please... please let me go, Draco." The undisguised need in her voice matched the pent up need in him and Draco willingly relinquished his hold on her, carefully untangling her hair from his fingers.

Using his shoulders to steady herself, Luna settled herself comfortably over him, her legs trembling when his hands ran up her inner thigh. Draco's eyes met Luna's as he parted her gently, holding her gaze as she lowered her body and suddenly Draco was inside her; Luna was around him, above him, surrounding him completely and the breath left Draco's body in one fell whoosh because she just felt so good.

Luna's hips shifted, moving a little awkwardly at first until she found her rhythm and then she let out a low moan as it was Draco's turn to touch her. His hands curled around her hips, guiding her, kneading her bare flesh, travelling up her ribs her body arching into him. He cupped her breasts, stroked her sensitive flesh, moved over her shoulders, down her arms to her wrists, dropped to caress her legs and knees and grasp her fingers in his own. He just couldn't stop touching her, especially when she was panting his name like a prayer.

Draco's fingers danced over her skin again, seeking out the sweet spots that made her cry out until she thought she might die from the sheer pleasure of it. She moaned his name, little crescent moons appearing at his shoulders where she held on tightly as a tidal wave of exquisite sensations coursed through her.

Feeling something wet on her skin, Luna opened her eyes, blinking in surprise as something dropped into her eye. Hearing the steady plop of falling water she realised that it was raining. The sound of water hitting water came to her as the rain fell into the brook and the water on her body cooled her flushed skin.

She never broke her stride, her body moving of its own accord now and her arms coming behind her to use Draco's legs for leverage as she quickened her pace, Draco's hands on her hips urging her on.

Draco blinked the water out of his eyes, it wasn't raining heavily, simply a summer rain, the water warm and mild and not enough to distract him from Luna. Nothing could distract him from her when she looked this good; her hair a wild tangle about her shoulders, her body arched back with her breasts jutting enticingly forward and her lips red and swollen from his kisses. The rain splattered her body, clear droplets of water that made little tracks down her exposed throat and ran along the swelling of her breast, catching and glistening on the tip of her nipple like fresh morning dew.

She had never looked more enchanting to Draco than she did right then in all her wondrous natural glory, her skin flushed her head flung back as she cried out as her body shook with release.

"Bloody hell I love you," his voice was hoarse with emotion and Draco roared as his hips bucked upwards following her over the edge.

Luna sank in a boneless heap against Draco her lungs aching for much needed air. She could feel his heart hammering in time with her own and her eyes closed contentedly, the rain rather soothing on her bare back.

One hand at the small of her back, the other at the back of her neck, Draco held Luna lightly he had no strength left in his body. The scent of her filled his nostrils; paint, coconuts and rain. He would always remember how Luna had looked this afternoon as she rose above him like some sort of earth Goddess and Draco knew he would always think of that image whenever he was caught again in a summer rain.