Your Body Is A Wonderland (1/1)
Title: Your Body Is A Wonderland
Rating: Hard R (brief sexual contact)
Length: 900+ words
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters: Harry Potter, Luna Lovegood
Ships: Harry/Luna
Notes: A request by beckytheelf
Summary: Harry feels truly happy when with Luna.
There was something about Luna that Harry just felt he had to protect. Oh, yes, Luna was perfectly capable of forming her own thoughts and words, no matter how insane or ludicrous they were, and of fending for herself. But Luna had a certain naïve charm about her that seemingly only Harry could detect. He loved to stroke her long, yellow hair and entwine it in his fingers and listen to her heavy breathing as she would drift off into the oblivion of a deep sleep.
Her heart was pure as were her thoughts. She could find the happiness in even the smallest of things, and believed that every bad thing that ever happened had a reason for being that way, and some good would come out of it. He loved watching her skip over him into the hallway, her warm skinny hand intertwining her fingers around him and giving him a gentle squeeze and small smile. But her smile is what would
really set him on fire. The way she'd open her mouth as if she were in permanent surprise, allowing him a gaze at those perfectly straight, white teeth. The true happiness she showed when she smiled, was aggravatingly beautiful.
He could talk about her smile forever. Sometimes he did, and Ron would have to give him a gentle nudge and an incredulous look and then Harry would stammer and say, “Oh, sorry, right mate, where were we again?”
Because it was something about the hair that fell in her face, and the shape she would make when crawling towards the pillow case. Luna could be devious in the best of ways. Her kisses were gentle and soft, but as the cotton fell to the floor and their hearts began beating faster, they would grow more passionate and needy. She would thrust her tongue into his mouth, feeling his erection through his pants. But then she would smile, till his tongue was pressed against her teeth, and she would let out a slight moan. This was what set Harry over the edge, to the point of near insanity. He’d throw her across the bed, kissing every inch of her pale, angel-like skin. She would softly moan and call his name, and he would never let her head hit the bed without his hand behind it.
He loved laying with her afterwards, the stale smell of sex in the air, and the soft humming of the ceiling fan. He tried to count the ways in which he loved Luna, but it seemed as if there were too many that his mind didn’t have the capacity to hold them.
She said to him, a swell of the lungs and her breasts rose into the air, and Harry found himself distracted, she slowly ran a slim finger down his arm, a deep scar imprinted there from the battle, “You’re so brave, Harry.”
Harry felt himself shiver, “Not nearly as brave as you, Luna. I ran away, and you stayed. You dealt with the Carrows, and I just ran. I didn’t come back, and I should have.”
She rolled over, her deep blue eyes searching him, “You had to run. And now, look, Voldemort is gone. We don’t have to live in fear anymore; you’re the most celebrated wizard of the ages.”
A smile crept on Harry’s face, “We don’t have to be ashamed or afraid anymore,” he laid a gentle kiss on her slightly parted lips. “We don’t have to be scared of our relationship or what we’re doing. It’s just you and me, my love.”
She allowed her lips to part, allowing him inside. Harry loved Luna for all that she was, and he cupped her supple breasts in his hands carefully, squeezing gently. Her legs parted and Harry entered her slowly. The soft moan that escaped her lips was all that he needed to know to go faster, quickening his pace, and then slowing down every now and again, teasing Luna. She always teased him, flirtatiously bending over in her skirt, allowing him to see her silk, pink panties. But when he teased her, it was the sweetest revenge, watching her breathing get heavier and pushing her into him. Slowly moving his hands to different parts of her body and whispering softly, “Touch me there.”
Harry was shocked that he had even landed a girl like Luna, but she would always tell him how hard it was for her to believe that she deserved him. But Luna was ignorant to love; she never let anyone in enough to see the real side of her. She seemed crazy on the outside, obsessed with fictional creatures that she wouldn’t dare let anyone tell her that they weren’t real.
“Sometimes,” she told Harry thoughtfully one day. “To escape the pain of reality, we have to paint a fictional world in our head. Some place that only we know, and we can escape to, it’s the only way to feel real sometimes.”
And Harry believed her, when he needed an escape, someone to pull him out of reality, he went to Luna. Luna was real, she wasn’t some artificial carbon-copy of a girl, and she was just real. She didn’t try to please anyone, and she was perfectly comfortable in her own skin. Perfectly beautiful in every way, Harry couldn’t help but think that Luna’s body was a beautiful wonderland, a perfect escape for reality. For the only time Harry was truly, really happy, was when he was with her.
Rating: Hard R (brief sexual contact)
Length: 900+ words
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters: Harry Potter, Luna Lovegood
Ships: Harry/Luna
Notes: A request by beckytheelf
Summary: Harry feels truly happy when with Luna.
There was something about Luna that Harry just felt he had to protect. Oh, yes, Luna was perfectly capable of forming her own thoughts and words, no matter how insane or ludicrous they were, and of fending for herself. But Luna had a certain naïve charm about her that seemingly only Harry could detect. He loved to stroke her long, yellow hair and entwine it in his fingers and listen to her heavy breathing as she would drift off into the oblivion of a deep sleep.
Her heart was pure as were her thoughts. She could find the happiness in even the smallest of things, and believed that every bad thing that ever happened had a reason for being that way, and some good would come out of it. He loved watching her skip over him into the hallway, her warm skinny hand intertwining her fingers around him and giving him a gentle squeeze and small smile. But her smile is what would
really set him on fire. The way she'd open her mouth as if she were in permanent surprise, allowing him a gaze at those perfectly straight, white teeth. The true happiness she showed when she smiled, was aggravatingly beautiful.
He could talk about her smile forever. Sometimes he did, and Ron would have to give him a gentle nudge and an incredulous look and then Harry would stammer and say, “Oh, sorry, right mate, where were we again?”
Because it was something about the hair that fell in her face, and the shape she would make when crawling towards the pillow case. Luna could be devious in the best of ways. Her kisses were gentle and soft, but as the cotton fell to the floor and their hearts began beating faster, they would grow more passionate and needy. She would thrust her tongue into his mouth, feeling his erection through his pants. But then she would smile, till his tongue was pressed against her teeth, and she would let out a slight moan. This was what set Harry over the edge, to the point of near insanity. He’d throw her across the bed, kissing every inch of her pale, angel-like skin. She would softly moan and call his name, and he would never let her head hit the bed without his hand behind it.
He loved laying with her afterwards, the stale smell of sex in the air, and the soft humming of the ceiling fan. He tried to count the ways in which he loved Luna, but it seemed as if there were too many that his mind didn’t have the capacity to hold them.
She said to him, a swell of the lungs and her breasts rose into the air, and Harry found himself distracted, she slowly ran a slim finger down his arm, a deep scar imprinted there from the battle, “You’re so brave, Harry.”
Harry felt himself shiver, “Not nearly as brave as you, Luna. I ran away, and you stayed. You dealt with the Carrows, and I just ran. I didn’t come back, and I should have.”
She rolled over, her deep blue eyes searching him, “You had to run. And now, look, Voldemort is gone. We don’t have to live in fear anymore; you’re the most celebrated wizard of the ages.”
A smile crept on Harry’s face, “We don’t have to be ashamed or afraid anymore,” he laid a gentle kiss on her slightly parted lips. “We don’t have to be scared of our relationship or what we’re doing. It’s just you and me, my love.”
She allowed her lips to part, allowing him inside. Harry loved Luna for all that she was, and he cupped her supple breasts in his hands carefully, squeezing gently. Her legs parted and Harry entered her slowly. The soft moan that escaped her lips was all that he needed to know to go faster, quickening his pace, and then slowing down every now and again, teasing Luna. She always teased him, flirtatiously bending over in her skirt, allowing him to see her silk, pink panties. But when he teased her, it was the sweetest revenge, watching her breathing get heavier and pushing her into him. Slowly moving his hands to different parts of her body and whispering softly, “Touch me there.”
Harry was shocked that he had even landed a girl like Luna, but she would always tell him how hard it was for her to believe that she deserved him. But Luna was ignorant to love; she never let anyone in enough to see the real side of her. She seemed crazy on the outside, obsessed with fictional creatures that she wouldn’t dare let anyone tell her that they weren’t real.
“Sometimes,” she told Harry thoughtfully one day. “To escape the pain of reality, we have to paint a fictional world in our head. Some place that only we know, and we can escape to, it’s the only way to feel real sometimes.”
And Harry believed her, when he needed an escape, someone to pull him out of reality, he went to Luna. Luna was real, she wasn’t some artificial carbon-copy of a girl, and she was just real. She didn’t try to please anyone, and she was perfectly comfortable in her own skin. Perfectly beautiful in every way, Harry couldn’t help but think that Luna’s body was a beautiful wonderland, a perfect escape for reality. For the only time Harry was truly, really happy, was when he was with her.