Harry Potter - Luna Lovegood - Covers - PG
TITLE: Covers
FANDOM: Harry Potter
PAIRING: Luna/Dean
LETTER: B for Bed - table #2
RATING: PG
WORD COUNT: 300
WARNINGS/SPOILERS: n/a
AUTHOR'S NOTE: My original thought was something like her jumping on the bed, but I like this sweet alternative.
DISCLAIMER: JK Rowling owns Harry Potter
He watched, coffee cup in hand and leaning against the doorway to their bedroom. The room was bathed in the warm, golden light of morning, the same light that had woken him up yet didn’t bother her in the slightest, and it danced on the pale blond strands of hair resting upon her pillow.
Luna murmured in her sleep and gave an airy puff of a sigh, turning over to curl up on her side. With her knees practically tucked to her chin and her fuzzy purple slippers sticking out from the covers (she wore them for when she slept-walk), she looked so vulnerable and young despite the small curve of her belly and the full swell of her breasts.
He wanted to paint her, oh how he wanted to paint her. But he was afraid, afraid he wouldn’t capture that mixture of mischief and childlike curiosity in her big silver eyes. Or the way her hair seemed to sparkle in the light. Or her full smile that she could never restrain to her mouth so it lit her whole face up with joy.
He set the coffee cup down and snuggled in the bed behind her, resting his dark hands against her pale and plump belly, like he did whenever he had the opportunity.
Luna woke and squirmed in his arms until she faced him, and she regarded him with half closed, sleepy eyes.
“You have your ‘I love you’ face on,” she informed him.
He smiled and placed a tender kiss on her forehead. “Well, that’s because I love you.”
She nodded, as if saying to herself that yes, that’s what she had thought. “I love you too, Dean.”
Kisses followed, with wandering bed warm hands and bodies pressed close together. They danced under the covers until noon.
FANDOM: Harry Potter
PAIRING: Luna/Dean
LETTER: B for Bed - table #2
RATING: PG
WORD COUNT: 300
WARNINGS/SPOILERS: n/a
AUTHOR'S NOTE: My original thought was something like her jumping on the bed, but I like this sweet alternative.
DISCLAIMER: JK Rowling owns Harry Potter
He watched, coffee cup in hand and leaning against the doorway to their bedroom. The room was bathed in the warm, golden light of morning, the same light that had woken him up yet didn’t bother her in the slightest, and it danced on the pale blond strands of hair resting upon her pillow.
Luna murmured in her sleep and gave an airy puff of a sigh, turning over to curl up on her side. With her knees practically tucked to her chin and her fuzzy purple slippers sticking out from the covers (she wore them for when she slept-walk), she looked so vulnerable and young despite the small curve of her belly and the full swell of her breasts.
He wanted to paint her, oh how he wanted to paint her. But he was afraid, afraid he wouldn’t capture that mixture of mischief and childlike curiosity in her big silver eyes. Or the way her hair seemed to sparkle in the light. Or her full smile that she could never restrain to her mouth so it lit her whole face up with joy.
He set the coffee cup down and snuggled in the bed behind her, resting his dark hands against her pale and plump belly, like he did whenever he had the opportunity.
Luna woke and squirmed in his arms until she faced him, and she regarded him with half closed, sleepy eyes.
“You have your ‘I love you’ face on,” she informed him.
He smiled and placed a tender kiss on her forehead. “Well, that’s because I love you.”
She nodded, as if saying to herself that yes, that’s what she had thought. “I love you too, Dean.”
Kisses followed, with wandering bed warm hands and bodies pressed close together. They danced under the covers until noon.