Love Hurts
Chapter 6: Just Perfect
A/N: Sooo sorry that I haven't written for so long, it's complicated. I think my husband might have to stay longer than we had hoped, dispite his "connections". I'm sure he'll be fine...even though I haven't heard from him in awhile-like I said, it's complicated. Well, enjoy this new chapter. I know that writing it's been better than those famous boardgame. The good news is, no more Candyland! Mina Gina Beena's review inspired my friends! Now we get to play PICTIONARY!!! Woo-hoo! Thanks Mina. Well, this chapter's dedicated to my Dracula-friends, I've been a fan of Bram Stoker's original for quite some time, since that was the first thing my friend Moira drew on their turn of that fabulous boardgame. She was obsessed for a little while with writing a sequal to it, and begged me to write a sequel when she found out that I write at a site online. So, I decided to read some of the stories, and they werent half bad. I kinda liked them. So, this one goes to those mysterious writers Draculena and Zelazney!
Harry Potter sat on his underwater bed, thinking. After checking in, he found that his room was small, like a hut. It was made out of a large seashell and some kind of mud. Although it was small, it had all the necessities a human would need. Harry reached into his pocket and pulled out the time-turner he had bought. It was a small thing, he remembered the time when he and Hermione had used it to help Buckbeak and Sirius. An odd thought occured to Harry, couldn't I just use this to stop what happened with Cho?
"There you are!" exclaimed Moira as she rushed into the room. "I've been looking for you everywhere! listen, what do you say we explore a bit?" asked Moira as she walked into the small room and had a seat on the bed next to Harry.
"Sure," said Harry with a smile. They both rose from the bed, but had a small problem getting through the small door.
"Ladies first," said Moira mischievously. Harry walked through the passage, completely missing the comment. Suddenly, he got it.
"Hey!" Harry said. Moira giggled and swam off. "Where are you going?" But he was after her in a millisecond, hot on her trail as he played along with her little game of "hide-and-seek".
Moira swam in circles through the deep. She swam through a loop of over-grown coral, past a school of baige fish. She looked behind her to see how far behind Harry was. Moira frowned. Harry was nowhere in sight. Is he really that slow? Or am I just too fast. She shrugged, and turned to swim forward.
Yet when she turned around, she was startled to see Harry before her. Just as she tuned to swim away, he grabbed her hand and said, "gotcha."
Moira attempted a scowl, but failed miserably. Both Harry and she laughed.
"Again?" asked Harry, as they finished their laughter.
"You're it." And they were off. Swimming past shells and rocks, fish and the occasional merman. A cliff was coming up. Moira gracefully dove down into the darkness. Harry stopped at the cliff and looked down. He could see nothing. A silence fell.
Out of the deep, Moira came hurtling upward. Harry grinned and sped off after her. Past hills of seaweed,and fish gallore they raced. Harry was gaining on Moira. Suddenly, he kicked hard and propelled himself forward. He extended his arms and grabbed Moira by the waist, sending them both spinning to the ground.
They landed on soft ground, in a field of seaweed and coral. Fish of many colors swam off in different directions, startled by the disturbance. Harry and Moira lay on the ground panting heavily.
"You know," said Moira between her final gasps of air, "it's really nice down here. Everything's just..." She looked at Harry and their eyes met. Entranced in each other's gaze, they fell silent. Harry leaned towards Moira, eyes still locked, and gently pressed his lips against hers. Their eyes closed, and Moira fell into the kiss, deepening it ever so slightly. Harry pulled away slowly, as their eyes opened once more.
"Just perfect," he finished for her. Moira smiled and bit her lip. She looked away. Just perfect, she repeated in her mind.
Harry scooched forward towards Moira, watching her as she stared up above. He stared in awe at her beauty. Her hair moved slowly in the current, and her eyes reflected the stars. He slowly moved his hands across her eyes. She closed them, and sighed. Harry traced the outline of her face. Moira's eyes remained closed, letting her senses see for her. You're so beautiful, Harry thought.
Very slowly, he leaned over her. Moira opened her eyes to gaze into the ones above her. She cupped her hand on his face, as he bent down to kiss her. This time, the kiss was passionate, and sustained for quite some time. Deepening the kiss, Moira put both her arms around Harry's neck, pulling him forward.
All thoughts of Cho and everyone else erased from Harry's mind, as the kiss that seemed to last an eternity devoured him whole. He slid his hand under her shirt, and across her side. She paused for a moment, and opened her eyes. They both lifted their lips for a moment to catch their breath. Harry looked into her eyes for permission. In response, Moira smiled. Harry returned the smile, and moved his hand out from under her, as she began to pull her shirt off slowly.
Unlike Moira, he quickly pulled his shirt off, and began to unbutton her pants carefully. Moira closed her eyes and lay still. Once her jeans were off, Harry pulled off his own. Harry pulled off his underwear, and began to pull off Moira's. Once fully unclothed, Harry marveled at her beauty. Moira opened her eyes slowly, and stared up at Harry.
"Are you sure?" asked Harry, not wanting Moira to do anything she didn't want to.
"You mean, is it too fast? Well, Harry, it might be, but I've never felt this way before," she responded. She spread her legs apart, to assure Harry. Harry moved towards Moira, and it began.
Moira gasped loudly, as Harry moved inside of her. He moved out of her slowly, then pushed back inside, over and over. Moira's eyes opened wide, as Harry pushed into her, and pulled out just as quickly. She moaned passionately, and grabbed Harry's neck. In response, Harry pushed himself into her again. Moira began to rock her hips back and forth with the rhythm of their bodies. She let out another gasp as Harry repeated his actions, inching forward inside of her.
In agonizing pleasure, Moira called out Harry's name. He pulled out of her, asking, "what's wrong?"
"Nothing," responded Moira, "I've just never felt so...Harry, I love you." Harry stared at Moira for a moment, taking in the situation. A smile crept onto his face.
"I love you too," he responded. Moira smiled widely, and kissed Harry with as deep a kiss as she could muster. When they pulled apart, she gasped for air. Harry looked at her, and slowly pushed himself into her again.
A few minutes later, they were going at it fast, both gasping in pleasure and moaning. Harry's hand fell into her hair, grabbing it in his grip, his other hand was on the ground, holding him up for support. Their brows were drenched in sweat, and their eyes never left the others'. They began to move against each other faster and faster, Harry pushing himself into Moira, and Moira moving with the pace. Harry pushed himself inside of her, giving them both an ultimate pleasure, that seemed to be-not of lust-but of love. Again, Harry moved out of her and back in.
Moira pulled her legs around Harry's waist. Harry pulled out of her. He then went back inside of her, renewing their pleasure. Moira moaned, giving Harry a feel of pleasure. He pushed himself deeper inside of her, making them both gasp in an agonizing pleasure. He pulled out, then again fell inside of her. Their senses tingled, and again Moira moaned in pleasure. Harry pulled his hand out of her hair and cupped it on her breast. He caressed it gently, then pulled his hand away and onto the ground. Harry pushed himself off of the ground, then suddenly pushed his pleasure back inside of Moira forcefully, pushing into her roughly.
As they reached their climax, Harry thrust himself into her one last time, and then fell against Moira's soft body. They lay there for awhile, calming themselves down. Not wanting to seem greedy, Harry began to pull out of Moira.
"Oh there you are. We've been searching for you all day," a rather fat-looking merman said as he swam towards them. He noticed what they were doing, and he chuckled softly. "Festivities begin in an hour, we wouldn't want you to miss them." He turned, and as he swam away, shook his head and said "young Love."
Harry and Moira immediately broke into laughter. Once they were through, they each got dressed as quickly as possible and headed back towads their rooms. This was going to be one trip, that Harry wouldn't forget.
Moira watched as Harry walked into his room. She couldn't help but think of how wonderful he was, and how she was falling in love with him.
A/N: Well, what do you think? Sorry Zoeluver, but I had to put in a mutual Love scene, even if it was a bit too fast. If too many people complain, I'll write a new chapter and replace that one with just kissing, and I'll go ahead and add the festivities to that one. Otherwise,it's all mine. NOthing changes. It stays this way FOREVER, MWA HA HA!!! Well, I hope you all thought that this chappy was Just Perfect, like my puppy frosche did, col (Chuckle Out Loud). And Zoeluver, peeps is everybody's word! Though I must say that you use it a great deal more than everyone else that I know of. Also, Mina Gina Beena, if you dont write another chapter soon, I'm going to behead you! Lol, not literally, dont want any complaints for a threat, I just like your story, is all. And special thanks to InnocenTeen, for the advice/info. I guess I really had it messed up, huh? I ;love all of your alls stories. You know, I dont care if I dont get my dream of 50 reviews, because just these simple reviews from you all mean so much to me already. If you have any more advice, write a review. Love ya'll! Fly-Bird
Chapter 6: Just Perfect
A/N: Sooo sorry that I haven't written for so long, it's complicated. I think my husband might have to stay longer than we had hoped, dispite his "connections". I'm sure he'll be fine...even though I haven't heard from him in awhile-like I said, it's complicated. Well, enjoy this new chapter. I know that writing it's been better than those famous boardgame. The good news is, no more Candyland! Mina Gina Beena's review inspired my friends! Now we get to play PICTIONARY!!! Woo-hoo! Thanks Mina. Well, this chapter's dedicated to my Dracula-friends, I've been a fan of Bram Stoker's original for quite some time, since that was the first thing my friend Moira drew on their turn of that fabulous boardgame. She was obsessed for a little while with writing a sequal to it, and begged me to write a sequel when she found out that I write at a site online. So, I decided to read some of the stories, and they werent half bad. I kinda liked them. So, this one goes to those mysterious writers Draculena and Zelazney!
Harry Potter sat on his underwater bed, thinking. After checking in, he found that his room was small, like a hut. It was made out of a large seashell and some kind of mud. Although it was small, it had all the necessities a human would need. Harry reached into his pocket and pulled out the time-turner he had bought. It was a small thing, he remembered the time when he and Hermione had used it to help Buckbeak and Sirius. An odd thought occured to Harry, couldn't I just use this to stop what happened with Cho?
"There you are!" exclaimed Moira as she rushed into the room. "I've been looking for you everywhere! listen, what do you say we explore a bit?" asked Moira as she walked into the small room and had a seat on the bed next to Harry.
"Sure," said Harry with a smile. They both rose from the bed, but had a small problem getting through the small door.
"Ladies first," said Moira mischievously. Harry walked through the passage, completely missing the comment. Suddenly, he got it.
"Hey!" Harry said. Moira giggled and swam off. "Where are you going?" But he was after her in a millisecond, hot on her trail as he played along with her little game of "hide-and-seek".
Moira swam in circles through the deep. She swam through a loop of over-grown coral, past a school of baige fish. She looked behind her to see how far behind Harry was. Moira frowned. Harry was nowhere in sight. Is he really that slow? Or am I just too fast. She shrugged, and turned to swim forward.
Yet when she turned around, she was startled to see Harry before her. Just as she tuned to swim away, he grabbed her hand and said, "gotcha."
Moira attempted a scowl, but failed miserably. Both Harry and she laughed.
"Again?" asked Harry, as they finished their laughter.
"You're it." And they were off. Swimming past shells and rocks, fish and the occasional merman. A cliff was coming up. Moira gracefully dove down into the darkness. Harry stopped at the cliff and looked down. He could see nothing. A silence fell.
Out of the deep, Moira came hurtling upward. Harry grinned and sped off after her. Past hills of seaweed,and fish gallore they raced. Harry was gaining on Moira. Suddenly, he kicked hard and propelled himself forward. He extended his arms and grabbed Moira by the waist, sending them both spinning to the ground.
They landed on soft ground, in a field of seaweed and coral. Fish of many colors swam off in different directions, startled by the disturbance. Harry and Moira lay on the ground panting heavily.
"You know," said Moira between her final gasps of air, "it's really nice down here. Everything's just..." She looked at Harry and their eyes met. Entranced in each other's gaze, they fell silent. Harry leaned towards Moira, eyes still locked, and gently pressed his lips against hers. Their eyes closed, and Moira fell into the kiss, deepening it ever so slightly. Harry pulled away slowly, as their eyes opened once more.
"Just perfect," he finished for her. Moira smiled and bit her lip. She looked away. Just perfect, she repeated in her mind.
Harry scooched forward towards Moira, watching her as she stared up above. He stared in awe at her beauty. Her hair moved slowly in the current, and her eyes reflected the stars. He slowly moved his hands across her eyes. She closed them, and sighed. Harry traced the outline of her face. Moira's eyes remained closed, letting her senses see for her. You're so beautiful, Harry thought.
Very slowly, he leaned over her. Moira opened her eyes to gaze into the ones above her. She cupped her hand on his face, as he bent down to kiss her. This time, the kiss was passionate, and sustained for quite some time. Deepening the kiss, Moira put both her arms around Harry's neck, pulling him forward.
All thoughts of Cho and everyone else erased from Harry's mind, as the kiss that seemed to last an eternity devoured him whole. He slid his hand under her shirt, and across her side. She paused for a moment, and opened her eyes. They both lifted their lips for a moment to catch their breath. Harry looked into her eyes for permission. In response, Moira smiled. Harry returned the smile, and moved his hand out from under her, as she began to pull her shirt off slowly.
Unlike Moira, he quickly pulled his shirt off, and began to unbutton her pants carefully. Moira closed her eyes and lay still. Once her jeans were off, Harry pulled off his own. Harry pulled off his underwear, and began to pull off Moira's. Once fully unclothed, Harry marveled at her beauty. Moira opened her eyes slowly, and stared up at Harry.
"Are you sure?" asked Harry, not wanting Moira to do anything she didn't want to.
"You mean, is it too fast? Well, Harry, it might be, but I've never felt this way before," she responded. She spread her legs apart, to assure Harry. Harry moved towards Moira, and it began.
Moira gasped loudly, as Harry moved inside of her. He moved out of her slowly, then pushed back inside, over and over. Moira's eyes opened wide, as Harry pushed into her, and pulled out just as quickly. She moaned passionately, and grabbed Harry's neck. In response, Harry pushed himself into her again. Moira began to rock her hips back and forth with the rhythm of their bodies. She let out another gasp as Harry repeated his actions, inching forward inside of her.
In agonizing pleasure, Moira called out Harry's name. He pulled out of her, asking, "what's wrong?"
"Nothing," responded Moira, "I've just never felt so...Harry, I love you." Harry stared at Moira for a moment, taking in the situation. A smile crept onto his face.
"I love you too," he responded. Moira smiled widely, and kissed Harry with as deep a kiss as she could muster. When they pulled apart, she gasped for air. Harry looked at her, and slowly pushed himself into her again.
A few minutes later, they were going at it fast, both gasping in pleasure and moaning. Harry's hand fell into her hair, grabbing it in his grip, his other hand was on the ground, holding him up for support. Their brows were drenched in sweat, and their eyes never left the others'. They began to move against each other faster and faster, Harry pushing himself into Moira, and Moira moving with the pace. Harry pushed himself inside of her, giving them both an ultimate pleasure, that seemed to be-not of lust-but of love. Again, Harry moved out of her and back in.
Moira pulled her legs around Harry's waist. Harry pulled out of her. He then went back inside of her, renewing their pleasure. Moira moaned, giving Harry a feel of pleasure. He pushed himself deeper inside of her, making them both gasp in an agonizing pleasure. He pulled out, then again fell inside of her. Their senses tingled, and again Moira moaned in pleasure. Harry pulled his hand out of her hair and cupped it on her breast. He caressed it gently, then pulled his hand away and onto the ground. Harry pushed himself off of the ground, then suddenly pushed his pleasure back inside of Moira forcefully, pushing into her roughly.
As they reached their climax, Harry thrust himself into her one last time, and then fell against Moira's soft body. They lay there for awhile, calming themselves down. Not wanting to seem greedy, Harry began to pull out of Moira.
"Oh there you are. We've been searching for you all day," a rather fat-looking merman said as he swam towards them. He noticed what they were doing, and he chuckled softly. "Festivities begin in an hour, we wouldn't want you to miss them." He turned, and as he swam away, shook his head and said "young Love."
Harry and Moira immediately broke into laughter. Once they were through, they each got dressed as quickly as possible and headed back towads their rooms. This was going to be one trip, that Harry wouldn't forget.
Moira watched as Harry walked into his room. She couldn't help but think of how wonderful he was, and how she was falling in love with him.
A/N: Well, what do you think? Sorry Zoeluver, but I had to put in a mutual Love scene, even if it was a bit too fast. If too many people complain, I'll write a new chapter and replace that one with just kissing, and I'll go ahead and add the festivities to that one. Otherwise,it's all mine. NOthing changes. It stays this way FOREVER, MWA HA HA!!! Well, I hope you all thought that this chappy was Just Perfect, like my puppy frosche did, col (Chuckle Out Loud). And Zoeluver, peeps is everybody's word! Though I must say that you use it a great deal more than everyone else that I know of. Also, Mina Gina Beena, if you dont write another chapter soon, I'm going to behead you! Lol, not literally, dont want any complaints for a threat, I just like your story, is all. And special thanks to InnocenTeen, for the advice/info. I guess I really had it messed up, huh? I ;love all of your alls stories. You know, I dont care if I dont get my dream of 50 reviews, because just these simple reviews from you all mean so much to me already. If you have any more advice, write a review. Love ya'll! Fly-Bird