George was not honoring the promised timeline and Luna decided it was time to do something about it.

They'd been on five dates and all she had to show for it was some very intense snogs and a transcendent experience where he made her cum just by brushing his thumb slowly and erotically across her nipple. It hadn't even been under her blouse, and honestly was more a reflection of how tightly wound she was than his actual skill.

The man had gorgeous long fingers, an artist's fingers. He had small nicks and scars on them from his years of experimenting and she'd run her own fingers along them enough times to have memorized each pockmark but even when she'd encouraged him to slide that hand up her skirt he'd resisted and insisted they order dessert before he escorted her home.

Hermione justified it and said he was "wooing" her, but even in the tawdry romance novels Luna read they eventually got on with it. She'd gone shopping with them to buy something sexy just for the occasion, but on their third date George had apparated them to her home and kissed her until she couldn't breathe and left while she was still trying to get feeling back in her legs. Instead she and her red lace teddy had crawled into bed alone and she'd used one of Weasley's Wanking Whatnots to get off, thinking that a toy George created was a poor substitute for George himself.

It was a week before Christmas and she'd had enough. Like Pansy said, it was time to take the unicorn by the horn.

The shop was open extended hours this week, so it was after 11pm before George stomped his way up the stairs to what was supposed to be an empty apartment. He'd had to cancel his date with Luna tonight when his seasonal help had owled in and he'd really been looking forward to a quiet night away from the craziness of Christmas shopping and cranky patrons. He'd been glancing at the shop schedule for the next week between checking shoppers out and trying to find when he could reschedule because he did not want to wait until after Christmas to see her. He knew she'd be at the Burrow on Christmas Day, she'd spent them there for years now since she'd lost her father but seeing her in the company of his family, and seeing her in private when he could curl her hair around his finger and press greedy kisses to her neck without getting smacked were two entirely different things.

It was a good kind of surprise when he opened his flat door and she was waiting for him. She glanced up and smiled warmly at him, unpacking what smelled very much like food from his favorite muggle Italian restaurant where they'd had their first date. "Hello George. I thought I'd bring the date to you."

"You are epitome of perfection and I do not deserve you," George decided, leaping across the room to kiss her so thoroughly that she arched back and only kept from hitting the floor by wrapping her arms around his shoulders. "You are the best girlfriend in the world, I am starving."

He slid into the kitchen seat and started opening containers, not noticing that Luna had frozen with her fingers trembling against her lips and looking at him in wonder. Girlfriend. He'd called her his girlfriend.

She'd never been anyone's girlfriend before.

Did that change things? Was that why they hadn't shagged yet? Did girlfriends do things differently than casual flings? Was he thinking they should wait until marriage-oh, was a marriage a thing they would be considering now?

The thoughts raced through her head and she really wished she could discuss this with Pansy and Hermione, and then get a second opinion from Ginny because honestly a second opinion was always best when formulating theories and maybe she could ask Harry for a third opinion, a male opinion, because what if that also influenced the theory, wizards often didn't think the same way as witches-

"Are you going to eat as well? I know it's a bit late," George interrupted her daydream, reaching over and tugging her closer until she slipped into his lap. He'd already inhaled half the spaghetti and half a glass of wine. He was far more relaxed than when he'd first walked in, tense and tired from a long day in the shop below. His hand rested casually on her thigh, toying with the hem of her skirt as he finished off the glass of wine and pressed a kiss against her temple.

"No I ate earlier, I came to keep you company though," she explained, crossing her legs and inadvertently trapping his fingers between her thighs. "I had plans tonight but now I'm not sure if it's the right time."

"What plans?" George asked suspiciously, it was rarely a good thing when a witch had plans she hadn't told her wizard about.

"I was going to seduce you but you've thrown me for a bit of a grip roll I think."

He chortled at her attempted use of a quidditch term. "How did I do that?"

"You called me your girlfriend, and I don't know what that means so…I'm a little lost."

George tightened his hold on her, "Would you like me to explain what it means to me?"

She pressed herself tighter in his lap, fisting small fingers in his sweater and nodding. "Yes, please."

"It means you're the only one I want. And that I hope I'm the only one you want as well."

It was a simple explanation but it struck a chord inside of Luna's chest that sang with light and felt like it was infusing her entire being. She beamed at him and pressed a kiss against his lips and it was different. It was very different kissing him as his girlfriend and if she thought he made her body crave before it was nothing compared to now but somehow he was different too.

He fisted her hair and held her tighter to him, his tongue mimicking a primal rhythm that she was desperate to feel in deeper ways. She spun in his arms and straddled him on the chair, uncaring that her skirt was bunched up around her waist or that she was grinding into his lap and every time she rocked against the ridge of his belt she let out the tiniest noise of need that sank deep into George's mind and he knew he'd never forget.

He stood and lifted her easily with him, she was so much smaller than he was and he wanted to be careful that he didn't hurt her accidentally. He knew intellectually she was a strong witch, who'd survived torture and starvation in the war, but she had such a delicate beauty that his instincts were hard to ignore and they told him to take his time and care with her.

It was the only reason he'd been able to hold off from making love to her for so long. The taste of her left him feeling hedonistic and hungry and before he didn't trust that he could go slowly, that he could do the right thing so he always left before he gave in no matter how hard, quite literally, she made it for him.

"I've dreamt of this for months," he admitted as he broke the kiss, blindly walking in the direction of his bedroom.

"Me too," she consoled him, pressing kisses to his neck and nibbling at his Adam's apple. "Due to the height difference, I think this will work best with me on top but I've got a few ideas for later. I think the desk in your workroom is the perfect height for you to shag me from behind."

His knees buckled on him and he hit the floor beside his bed with a hiss of pain. "Godric, Luna! Are you trying to kill me?"

"I've been thinking about that desk for weeks now, ever since you lifted me onto it. I like the way you manhandle me."

George choked and frantically began to pull at her dress. The bed was about three feet west of where he'd hit the ground but it was clearly too far. "I don't manhandle you."

"Not normally, but I think I'd like it if you did in the bedroom. I've never tried that before and it sounds interesting," Luna calmly stated as she bit his remaining ear lobe and left an erotic sting behind. Her dress finally opened and fluttered to the ground behind her and George had to pause because she was a vision in blue silk, her milky white skin gleaming in the moonlight that picked up a hint of sparkle in the lacy border. Her bra was demi-cut, with the solid blue silk ending just below her nipples which peeked out through the lace and were begging for a taste.

Luna pressed against his shoulders before he could wrap his lips around the pebbled flesh. "Lay down, George. I want to ride you."

He did as she instructed and watched with a dry mouth as she shimmied out of the panties before straddling him once more. "I'm bigger than you, Luna, let me touch you. I don't want to-"

"You won't hurt me," she assured him before snatching her wand from her dress pocket and vanishing his trousers. "I've been dripping since you walked in the door, George." She wrapped her hands around his cock and was visibly pleased with how her fingers barely touched in her grip. She caressed him several times, passing her fists up and down until his head banged into the floor and he moaned harshly.

She shifted forward and glided the head of his shaft along her slit, enjoying the rugged edge of the head bumping into her clit. She was delaying for a bit because despite all her desire, he wasn't wrong. He was larger than any man she'd had before and there was a bit of nerves hidden in her bravado. She wanted this, though, more than she'd wanted anything that she could recall.

Luna leaned forward for the angle, aligning their bodies so she could slowly press his cock inside. George clenched her waist and squeezed hard enough she might have bruises but she continued at the slow gentle pace that was completely the opposite of the stampeding pulse in her heart. She gyrated slowly, passing the head of his cock in and out until she could feel how wet she was and the move became easier and he naturally began to slide deeper and deeper on each stroke. She was bent over him now, her forehead pressed into his sternum as she panted heavily and tried to find coherent thought when all she wanted was to keep chasing that lovely feeling of release that was skittering along her nerves.

When her hips were flush with his and she had finally sheathed all of his glorious cock within she sat up and arched her back, tossing her hair back and feeling a bit like she was being split in two. She pressed her hand to belly button and giggled. "It feels like you're so incredibly deep, like if I press right here I'll feel you on the other side."

"Love, if you don't start moving, we'll be trying that manhandling thing right now," George replied through gritted teeth. He licked his lips and counted to ten in his head, then kept going all the way to thirty, anything to keep from blowing his load immediately. Luna sat astride him, glowing in the moonlight, looking every inch like a cat that got the cream. "Take your bra off," he ordered, "I want to see your tits as you ride me."

She complied and was pleased when he reached up and tweaked her nipple punishingly. She squeezed her pussy unconsciously at the spark of pain and George groaned at the sensation, gripping her hips and pulling her somehow closer, grinding her clit against his pelvis and she gasped as her orgasm sparked to life and beckoned her back to the chase.

She pressed her hands against George's chest and slowly lifted her body before sinking back down. Despite his size, it was a smooth glide and she repeated the motion a little faster on the next pass. Soon they were moving together steadily but she was so close to cumming that she struggled to keep the rhythm. George bent his knees and pressed her back until she was leaning against them, and then holding her hips he fucked her onto his cock, pushing and pulling her even as she gasped and scratched at his arms, incoherently begging for more and telling him not to stop.

George could feel how close he was, his balls were tight and the tendrils of her hair were tickling his thighs and he knew it was going to be over any minute now but she wasn't there yet despite how frantically she mewled and pressed against him. George licked his thumb and reached down to press it against her clit, pressing down until every oscillation of her hips had it rubbing harshly against his finger. It was just what she needed.

She came with a scream, her nails digging so deeply into his forearms that he wasn't sure what was sweat and what was blood, but when her cunt clenched down on him, he didn't care and it was only strokes later that he was filling her with cum and shouting out his own satisfaction.

Luna slid bonelessly onto his chest, panting and feeling like her entire body was buzzing. "Wow."

George echoed the sentiment. "Wow."

"I can't feel my legs," she confessed, tracing her fingers through small red hairs on his chest and smiling.

"I can't feel my cock," he admitted back, unable to stop grinning. He'd just had the most amazing sex of his life with the most amazing witch he'd ever known. "Don't move yet though, we're gonna have a mess when you do. Haven't cum like that since I was a teenager. Hope you're on the potion, that's the kind of shag that gets witches pregnant. Could've blown a hole in the wall with how hard I came."

Luna giggled. "Want to take a shower? We can clean up, finish supper, then get dirty again."

"Rampaging hippogriffs couldn't stop me from getting in the shower with you."