Title: Dandelion
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters: Luna Lovegood, Harry Potter
Pairing: HP/LL
Prompt: 082. If
Word Count: 390
Rating: R
Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns these marvelous characters, not I.
Her hair is unbelievably soft, brushing over his bare chest. White blonde, like cornsilk and dandelion down and hope. Her fingers scrabble against his back as he pushes into her, nails bitten ragged enough that they leave shallow cuts, and he exhales shakily.
"Alright?" His voice is pitched low, so as not to awaken the dreamers who share this sacred place. He holds himself perfectly, perfectly still, cocooned in warmth, and she shudders above him, nostrils flaring, and for a second he thinks that, like a mustang, she will buck and toss him away.
Her eyes are so wide, pupils huge in the muted dark. She makes a hushed sound, 'hah-ahh,' then carefully stretches her body out to blanket him. Her lips cradle his, breath hot and moist and fogging his glasses, and she laughs a little and starts to pull them off. He stops her.
"I want to see you," he says, and that is when she moves.
The sleepy, settled noises of tired bodies almost mask the one that he makes, a startled 'uh' that has her giggling and nosing his ear. "Shh," she murmurs, and promptly bites him, earlobe clutched delicately between her teeth. He sighs, and then they are moving together. She is still a girlish thing, all tiny curves and long limbs, but he holds her close, feels the swell of her hip and the tiny hairs on her legs as they tangle together, and they are neither woman nor man, boy nor girl, but two lost souls connecting in a surge of boundless possibilities.
It is over so fast and so sweetly that, for a moment, it is almost as if they are no longer there, as if the press of their bodies had urged their spirits into flight. Then the feeling passes, and they are a lonely boy and girl again, sweaty and panting beneath a thin blanket in a small, dark room.
He blinks at her through his fogged glasses, and she reaches up to trace his scar. The light of understanding glints in her wide blue eyes.
"If," he whispers, and she leans up to catch the breath, nipping at his mouth.
"Yes," she answers. "If."