Relinquish

Syn

NC-17

I do not own these characters.

Summary: George loves Luna.  Luna loves George.  So what's stopping them?

Notes: Written for frecklies. You know, I hadn't really noticed how...forceful my female characters are when it comes to the bedroom.  They're not dominant, but they're definitely not submissive--they just know what they want.  I think it has a lot to do with the fact that Rowling's females are all very strong and it feels natural for them be very in touch with what they want and how they want it.  To have a female character a little hesitant and submissive was different.  Not bad different, but I definitely had to work at it. :)

 

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"So then I told the woman that she could keep her wig, if I could just check it for slimpnisters," Luna Lovegood said as they slowly marched up the stairs to her flat. "She loudly protested that she wasn't wearing a wig, when she knew perfectly well I'd seen it slip off of her head mere moments before.  Then she told me there was no such thing as slimpnisters, called me a nosy cow and threw her groceries at me.  In all the kerfuffle, I managed to snatch her wig off, but as the slimpnister had already scooted, the only thing I got for my trouble was hit in the face with a can of preserves.  Honestly, you try to help some people out..."

 

George Weasley shook his head as they reached Luna's door.  He turned on her, still chuckling.  Luna sighed into his arms as he wrapped them around her, pulling her against the broad expanse of his chest.  She smiled up at him, her large eyes filled with the sight of his face.  George grinned down at her.

 

"You are absolutely mad, do you know that?" he whispered, leaning in and nuzzling her nose with his. She laughed her odd, too-loud laugh, the one he loved. 

 

"This coming from the man who makes toys for a living," she said in her flippant way, her mouth curling into a sensual little smile.

 

"Toys?  I don't make TOYS," he said indignantly, tightening his hold on her. "I'll have you know, I'm one part owner of the most highly successful joke shops in all of the Wizarding world.  Toys!  You really are mad."

 

"You're bragging again, George Weasley," she giggled, curling her arms around his neck and lifting herself up on tiptoe and kissing his lips quickly. "Soon your head isn't going to fit through my door."

 

He glanced at the door slyly, his pulse leaping wildly. "How about we check, just to make sure?"

 

He kissed her again, his mouth molding over hers hungrily.  She clung to him, holding him tightly.  Her lips were like heaven and he couldn't get enough.  His stirring blood funneled southward and he smoothed his hands down her back, pressing her against him.  Her body was warm and supple and her breasts dug into his chest, urging him to back her up against her door, pressing his hardening flesh against her. 

 

As soon as she felt it against her stomach, Luna squirmed in his arms, reaching back for her doorknob.  She let go of his lips, her face flooded with bright pink and her eyes filled up with something he could only describe as panic. 

 

"What's wrong?" he said, though he knew perfectly well what.  He looked at her with a sinking heart, his high hopes dashed to pieces.  There was a cold shower waiting for him at home. 

 

"Nothing," she said breathlessly. She twisted her doorknob and the door swung open. "I had a lovely evening, George.  I'll see you tomorrow."

 

And then she was gone, the door all but slamming on his nose.  George stared at the blank wood, his wet lips open slightly.  He closed his eyes and leaned forward, putting his forehead on the door and resisting the urge to hit his head repeatedly on it. 

 

"Dammit," he mumbled and then Disapparated.  He ended up in the living room of the little flat he and Fred kept over their first shop in Diagon Alley.  Fred was lounging on the couch in his boxers, his feet up and a whole array of items spread out on the floor around him.  Something was smoking near his left foot and there was an alarmingly large black scorch mark on the couch cushion beside him.  At seeing George, he sat up, soot on his nose. 

 

"What are you doing home?" he asked, stretching widely. "Didn't expect you 'til morning."

 

"Sure, you didn't," George mumbled in a surly way as he sank into the armchair opposite his twin. "What would give you that impression?  Haven't I been home early after every damned date for the past three months?  Have I ever stayed out 'til morning with Luna Lovegood?  HAVE I?"

 

He kicked at the smoking remains of Fred's latest experiment, sending it sailing through the air and splattering against the wall in shower of soot.  It left a black skid mark and he stared at it, completely frustrated.

 

"So...I take it she's still playing hard to get?" Fred put in lightly after staring at George and the wall in turn for several quiet moments.

 

"Hard to get?  HARD TO GET?" George heard himself say, his voice getting higher and louder with each syllable. "She's not hard to get.  I've known hard to get girls and she's not one of them.  She's just...it's like she has no clue how sexy she is, what she does to me, or the fact I'm going stark raving mad from lack of...of...of anything!"

 

"What do you mean by anything?" Fred said, scratching his chin. 

 

"She'll kiss me, kiss me stupid," George said, his gaze on the ceiling, "but she won't do anything else."

 

"So she's frigid?"

 

"No, it's not exactly like that... I can see how excited I get her sometimes, there's definite want there," he explained, sighing deeply. "I just don't think she knows how to express herself.  She's a virgin and she's never had a boyfriend before, she told me that.  And...well, I think she's a bit scared."

 

"Scared of sex?"

 

"Yeah," George admitted. "And it's...becoming a problem.  I'm going out of my mind here, Fred.  I want her.  Real bad."

 

"Then you've got two options, George," Fred said, catching his eye. "One, you break up with her."

 

"I'm not going to break up with her because she won't sleep with me!" George protested immediately. "I really do care about her."

 

More than care about her, he added mentally.

 

"Be that as it may, both of you are wanting different things from the relationship.  If sex is on your mind all the time, you're going to begin to resent her for not sleeping with you.  It's better if you break up with her now before things go sour."

 

"Yeah, but...I'm not so sure she DOESN'T want to sleep with me, Fred.  She puts out all the signs, she practically invites me with her eyes and her body and...and then she just closes the door.  I told you man, she's scared or something."

 

"That's why there's option two.  You act like a mature adult and you confront her, ask her what's wrong and you guys work it through.  If she's still...frigid, then make your decision from there," Fred said, leaning forward and patting him on the arm.

 

"That's what I was afraid you'd say," George mumbled. "I'm going to have to actually talk about my feelings or something..."

 

"You do it just fine with me," Fred said amusedly as George climbed to his feet.

 

"You're my twin.  She's the woman I love."

 

Fred's eyebrows rose. "Pardon?"

 

"Er...nevermind," George said hastily, fighting the urge to clamp his hand over his mouth. He glanced at his twin brother, who was watching him with a poleaxed look on his face. "I'm gonna go and drown myself in a cold shower."

 

Fred nodded and George walked away.  Just as he was entering the bathroom, he heard Fred call out, "Hey, if you two have that talk, I'd er...lead off with that love thing.  Maybe that's what she's waiting for?"

 

George smiled a little. "Yeah...maybe..."

 

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The next evening found George with his courage gathered and his speech all prepared.  He was going to tell her how he felt and confront her.  He knew it wasn't going to be pretty.  She was probably going to clam up on him and avoid everything.  He didn't blame her.  He knew she was embarrassed by her lack of experience, but he didn't see why she should be.  He didn't care that she was a virgin; a large part of him liked that fact.  He was pretty sure he'd be filled to the brim with jealousy if he knew that another man had touched her at all. 

 

He brought her back to her flat and he was slightly surprised when she invited him in.  She did that very rarely after their dates, but he knew it was only because their favorite Quidditch teams were playing each other that very evening and she wanted to get the reports on the Wizard Wireless Network so that she could possibly rub in a win. 

 

They sat on the couch after the report, discussing the spectacular loss of the Ballycastle Bats against the Holyhead Harpies (he was cursing slightly).  She was laughing over something the announcer was saying and then he just did it.   No planning, no thinking.

 

"Luna, I'm in love with you."

 

Luna stopped in mid-laugh and stared at him. "Pardon?"

 

"I'm in love with you."

 

A slow smile spread across her face and she fairly glowed. "Oh.  Well, that's a pleasant bit of knowledge.  I'm…in love with you too, George."

 

He grinned widely and reached for her.  She went willingly and he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her across the couch and into his arms.  Their lips met and then he was just kissing her, drowning in the smell of her perfume and the feel of her soft, warm body against his.  The kisses quickly heated up, turning frantic.  He felt a stirring in his gut, persistent and hard and hungry. 

 

He let his hands roam down her sides, molding over her pert, round breasts and then to her waist.  Luna squirmed in his hands, drawing back, panting, her hair mussed. He cursed under his breath, realizing what was going on.  He'd had some hope...but now...

 

"Luna, please..." he groaned harshly, capturing her around the waist and pulling her against his lap, her back to his chest. "Don't stop.  Not now."

 

"George, I'm..."

 

"Just let me hold you, kiss you... I want you so much..." he said and closed his mouth over hers again, her head to the side.  Despite herself, she sank into his hungry kiss, letting him hold her there on her sofa, her warm buttocks against the hard dig of his erection.  He spread his hand on her stomach and she folded her hands over his, holding him tightly. 

 

Hot, passionate kisses passed between them, frying his brain and making his entire body, unsatisfied for so long, tremble and shudder, yearning for release. 

 

His lips left hers, trailing across her cheek to her jaw.  She hitched in a soft little breath, tilting her head to greet his kisses.  He nipped at her skin and dragged his lips to the hollow below her ear, letting his breath slide against her flesh, warming her.  One of the hands clasped in hers on her waist untangled and he moved it down her front, over the soft of her belly and toward the hem of her dress. 

 

He touched her bare knee and she grasped his hand, stilling his motion. 

 

"George, don't," she squeezed out, a shiver gripping her.  

 

"Don't you want me to touch you?" he whispered between soft kisses on her long neck. "I want to touch you, Luna.  I could make it feel so good..."

 

She shuddered in his arms, her back arching against the warm, solid wall of his chest. "I do...but I..."

 

Fear and hesitation clouded her gaze.  He slid his mouth along her jaw and then dragged his heavy lips to her ear.  He was going to push his luck, but he couldn't have stopped himself if he'd tried.  She felt too good in his arms and his erection was throbbing like mad.  He needed some sort of relief. 

 

"Have you ever touched yourself, Luna?" he whispered into her ear, his fingertips brushing down her smooth arms toward her thin wrists.  As expected, she fairly jolted in his arms, a flush rising up her neck as she turned her large, beautiful gaze on him.

 

"What?" she breathed.

 

"Have you ever touched yourself, between your legs?" he said once more, letting his fingertips touch her bare leg and slide upward and rest right at the hem of her skirt.  She shivered in his arms. "You can tell me.  There's nothing wrong with it."

 

"George...I..." she started, her voice a ghost of itself. 

 

"Have you ever, Luna?" he sighed against her ear. Luna whimpered a little and then, almost imperceptively, nodded her head. He smiled a little, his blood heating even further.  Good, this would make it much easier. "Did you like it, touching yourself?"

 

He let his fingers flirt with her inner thigh, just beneath her hem.  Her legs opened just a little, barely an inch, but he noticed her unconscious invitation.  His lips sizzled against her flushed neck. "Did it feel good, Luna?"

 

"Yes..." she squeezed out in her vaguely dreamlike voice.  He shook as he breathed in her scent.

 

"Would you let me touch you like that, Luna?"

 

She turned her tumultuous gaze on him again and he was locked in within her swimming blue orbs.  There was desire in her eyes; hot, sparkling desire, but it was edged with hesitation and more than a strong dose of fear.  He fought the urge to kiss her fears away and instead searched her gaze, trying to tell her without words how he was feeling. "George, I don't think..."

 

"You're thinking too much, is the problem," he chastised her gently, his fingers inching higher on her inner thigh. "Do you trust me, Luna?  Trust that I would never hurt you?"

 

"Of course I do," she said, frowning. "But...I'm..."

 

"Don't be afraid," he said, leaning forward and kissing her forehead, then her eyes and her nose and finally, her mouth.  He lingered, letting his gentle mouth mold over hers.  He felt her sinking against him, her hand covering his.  When they broke apart, she was stirring against him, pressing her back against his chest. "Let me touch you."

 

"Yes," she said around a little gasp.  He kissed her cheek and let his fingers walk up her thigh, darting beneath the hem of her skirt.  Her skin was soft, her slender thighs opening beneath his touch.  She gasped again as his fingertips touched the soft cotton crotch of her knickers.  George groaned in her ear, letting his fingers mold flatly down her soft flesh, feeling the heat and wet of her through her knickers. "Oh...George...I..."

 

But he already had his fingers in her knickers, his strong digits questing through her damp, soft folds.  Luna gripped his wrist, her eyes squeezed shut, her entire body shuddering as he found her clitoris.  He rubbed it with the pads of his fingers, moving it with little circles while Luna shifted against him, her hips twitching.  He rubbed harder and she bit down on her lips.

 

"It feels good, doesn't it, Luna?" he whispered, letting up again, barely skimming her wet flesh.

 

"Oh, George..." she moaned, turning her head and fixing him in her desire-laced gaze.  He could see passion blooming to hot, steaming life in her gaze, could see it and feel it as he stroked her with his fingers.  Her skin was flushed all over, her body wracked with tremors as pleasure raced through her.  He nuzzled her nose with his, his mouth inches from hers. 

 

"You're so wet," he said as he worked his fingers further down, feeling her wetness envelop him.  His thumb resumed his rubbing as he let the tip of his fingers sink into her wet, opening.  She whimpered at his words.

 

Luna's hips surged upward and she gripped his knees hard in her hands.  Her head went back on his shoulder, her hair everywhere.  She writhed a little, just enough to put friction on his own problem.  He'd been steadfastedly ignoring his erection, but now she was putting pressure on it and he was made painfully aware of it again.  He groaned against her mouth, thrusting his fingers slowly deeper and deeper into her body.  His thumb kept up its circles, spiraling her closer and closer to the brink.

 

She was teetering on the edge.  She was breathing fast and shallow, her pelvis tilting upward, and her shoulders and head back.  Her eyes were shut, brown creased, her lips bitten.  He snaked his other arm around her waist, bringing her back against his crotch so that he could feel her wriggling against his hard on, the pressure fantastic.  He kissed her jaw and let his teeth graze all the way to her ear.  He tugged her earlobe between his teeth and gave it a suck. 

 

Luna tightened her grip on his knees and started to tense up.  He let go of her earlobe and whispered, "Just let go, love.  I'll catch you when you fall."

 

She let out a shaky breath and let her head go back against his shoulder, totally abandoned as pleasure crashed through her system.  George worked his fingers faster, bringing her over the edge completely.  She tightened her slender thighs around his hand, a flood of wetness soaking the crotch of her knickers.  Luna didn't cry out; instead she put the bent joint of her middle finger into her mouth and bit down. 

 

It was the sexiest thing he'd ever seen and he couldn't stop himself from groaning, his erection throbbing like mad. He slowed his wet fingers and withdrew them from her knickers, letting her come down slowly.  He kissed her neck, letting her come back to her senses.  She released her knuckle and turned her gaze on him again.

 

Her tongue flashed against her lower lip and he could no more resist her than will his hard on away.  He kissed her hard, his tongue plunging into the wet heat of her mouth and ravishing hers.  Luna brought one hand up, knotting her fingers in his hair, her tongue twisting against his.  He stroked her stomach beneath her dress, his wet fingers leaving damp trails on her pale, hot flesh. 

 

When they drew away, they were both gasping for air.  He was warm everywhere, her body scorching where it met his.  His mouth went to her ear again and he let his moist breath curl into her sated brain. 

 

"I want to make love to you, Luna Lovegood," he said, rubbing her stomach and then down to her knickers.  He pressed his fingertips against the wet, scorching hot cotton.  Luna let out another shaky breath.

 

"George, I don't know if I...if I can..." she said in a misty voice, catching him in her gaze again. "I've never...I'm afraid..."

 

He smiled gently and brushed a strand of hair from her forehead. "What are you afraid of?"

 

"I don't know what I'm doing," she said, her face going red. "What if you don't...like what I do..."

 

"Impossible," he said, pressing his lips to her temple. "You're amazing, Luna.  You don't have to be afraid."

 

"Will it...will it hurt?" she managed to get out, her breath tight in her throat. 

 

"A little," he said honestly. "But I could...do something about that..." She cocked her head to the side, confusion plain in her blue eyes. "I could do a spell, take the pain away.  You won't feel it."

 

"You would do that?"

 

"Of course," he said, rubbing her stomach again. "I'd do anything for you.  I love you, or have you forgotten?"

 

"No, definitely not." And she actually managed a laugh. "But...George, are you sure you want me?"

 

He pressed against her back, wrapping his arms around her.  He knew she could definitely feel his erection. "What do you think?"

 

"Oh, my," she breathed, going red behind the ears.

 

He grinned a little and kissed the red strawberry below her left ear. "Come on, love.  We'll both be much more comfortable in the bedroom."  He stood, taking Luna with him and grasping her hand.  Her legs trembled a little as she stood and he fought the urge to kiss her again.  If he kissed her before they got to her bed, he was a goner. 

 

Luna's flat was a small one and it only took ten steps to get to her bedroom and another five to reach her bed.  He saw the fear in Luna's eyes as he stopped and turned to face her.  He cupped her face in his hands. 

 

"If you don't want to, Luna," he said, though it cost him dearly, "just say the word.  I won't ever make you do something you don't want to."

 

Luna saw the easy out and he could see her contemplating it seriously.  He felt his stomach dropping and he prepared himself for a cold shower, but then she took a steadying breath and forced a tight-lipped smile on her face. "No, I want to do this.  I want to make love to you, George.  I love you and I want...more..."

 

She looked down at her feet as she said it and he could tell she was embarrassed.  He lifted her chin and met her gaze.

 

"You don't have to be embarrassed by what you want, Luna.  I'm not," he said gently and then kissed her again. She folded her fingers around his wrist and stood on tiptoe, her body flush with his.  He let his free hand fall to the buttons on the side of her dress, quickly undoing them and letting the sides gape open.  Luna put her weight back on her heels and looked up at him anxiously. "I'm going to undress you."

 

"Okay," she breathed tightly. 

 

He kissed her again, swiftly, reassuring her.  Then he pushed the sleeves of her dress down her arms.  She pulled her hands free as the bodice slipped down to her waist, pooling on her hips.  His gaze lingered on her small, pert breasts and the crisp white bra she was wearing.  She fidgeted and he pushed the dress down the curve of her hips, letting it fall down her legs and pool at her bare feet.  His hands lingered on her hips, tips of his fingers grazing the plump swell of her buttocks. 

 

"You're so beautiful," he breathed, running his hands up her sides and gripping her forearms. Luna trembled before him. "Come on."

 

He guided her to the bed and switched back the covers, letting her crawl inside.  He wanted to see her body beneath his, but he knew that this first time she would need to hide beneath the covers.  He watched her settle against a fat pillow in the middle of the bed, chewing on her bottom lip.  She stirred beneath the blankets and then he saw her pull her knickers out and toss them aside.  He smiled a little and then he shrugged out of his robes, shirt, trousers, and socks.  Luna took a deep breath as he reached for the sides of his boxers. 

 

But she didn't look away when he pulled them down his hips, his erection springing free, the pressure no longer making him bite the inside of his cheek.  Her innocent gaze raked his flushed, very male form.

 

"You're...you're beautiful too," she whispered, her mad eyes glistening.  He felt his stomach swooping as he climbed into the bed, his wand in his hand.  He shimmied beneath her covers with ease and gathered her up against him.  Her body was warm against his.  She was still nervous, her limbs atremble as he wrapped his arms around her and breathed in her scent. 

 

His lips found hers and he tried to drink away her fears, knowing she still had them, even though she was being so brave.  He kissed her slowly, not in any hurry, even though his body was yearning for hers, aching to be with her.  When he pulled back, she was clutching him, her body alongside his in the bed.  He could feel her naked flesh, warm and soft and his.

 

"Are you ready, Luna?" he whispered, cupping her cheek.  She nodded.

 

"I think so," she whispered, though her eyes were huge, her lip bitten. "Just...go slowly, George."

 

"I will," he said, rolling over so that he was covering her, his weight on his elbows and knees beneath the blankets.  He pressed one knee between hers, parting her. "Just relax, love.  Remember, this won't hurt.  I'll do the Contraceptive Charm first."

 

"Oh...I didn't even think about protection," she said as her lower lip trembled.

 

"I'll teach the charm to you later, so you know it as well," he said gently as pressed himself against her.  His penis glided between her parted thighs and touched her opening.  He felt excitement leaping through him and could barely contain the urge to enter her.  He needed to make her comfortable first.  He pointed his wand at her stomach and did the Contraceptive Charm.  Her stomach glowed blue for a moment and then the light died down. He started to do the spell to block her pain, but she grabbed his wrist, stilling his motion. He looked up at her, confused. "What's wrong?"

 

"I...don't think I need that spell," she whispered. "It's cheating.  I've never cheated in my life and I don't want to start with something this big."

 

"Are...are you sure?  It'll hurt, not much but...enough..." he said, biting his lip.

 

"I'm sure," she said, putting her brave face on again. He nodded and tossed his wand onto her bureau, then turned back to her, letting his weight settle evenly across her body.  He smoothed one hand down her naked side and touched her hip, tilting her pelvis forward. His gaze met hers and he waited, waited for her permission...  She nodded imperceptively.

 

George pushed his hips forward, the crown of his penis pushing through her hot, wet folds and into her tight opening.  He met resistance and heard her gasp.  He pushed again and cored her completely, his hips snug with hers as she clutched at his shoulders.  He looked up at her, feeling her trembling beneath him as the pain gripped her. 

 

"I'm sorry," he said, dipping his head and kissing her startled lips quickly. "It won't last long."

 

"It...doesn't hurt that much," Luna said, her gaze far away.  Tears crept out of the corner of her eyes and dampened her temples. He swiped the tears away with his thumb and kissed her lips again.  The need to move hit him strongly and he tightened his hand on her hip. 

 

"I have to move, Luna," he said tensely and she nodded, her eyes screwed shut.  He shifted, withdrawing and then pushing back inside again, opening her up.  Luna's fingernails bit into his bare flesh and he heard her gasp a little, whether in pain or pleasure he didn't know.  He circled his hips, letting an easy, gentle rhythm grip him as he sank into her flesh. 

 

She was tight and warm around him, her body gripping at him, stroking him as he stroked into her.  Luna was still beneath him, just clinging to him, her thighs tight on his hips.  He kissed her lips, wanting her to feel the same pleasure he was feeling and knowing it would be slow in coming for her.  She kissed him back hesitantly, letting her hands creep down his back and then to his waist.

 

He surged into her, his hips snug with hers, pressing her into the bed.  He pulled away from her mouth and moaned a little.

 

"You're amazing," he said, looking into her swimming eyes. "Are you okay?"

 

"The pain is...dulled," she said, breathing shallowly as she shifted beneath him.  She let out a little moan and that bolstered his own courage.  She was feeling something, something good at least.  He could help her with that though.  The gripping hand on her hip dived between them and found her clitoris, still swollen from his attentions on the couch.  At his touch, it quivered and retreated, but he drew it out, stroking steadily with his fingers.  Luna's body curled up beneath his at the sensation, her hips lifting toward his. "Oh!"

 

"Is that better?" he said, somewhat proud of himself.  He rolled his hips forward, deep inside of her, his strokes smooth and gentle.  He grazed her clitoris again and she spasmed again, her mouth open.

 

"Oh, George..."

 

He kissed her open mouth, his tongue darting inside.  Luna gripped his hips, lifting her own again, clearly beyond the pain now, clearly filled with need.  He knew how she felt.  His wrist was aching from the angle he was holding it between their surging bodies, but he didn't want to stop touching her, knowing she needed to feel something wonderful through the pain.  He increased his speed slowly, pleasure pressing in on him from all sides. 

 

Luna shook around him, her back bowing, her mouth leaving his as she gasped.  He thrust one last time inside of her and she came.  She stifled her deep gasp of pleasure by once again stuffing the bent joint of her middle finger into her mouth.  Seeing her do that again took him over the edge, his hips snug with hers, his hand spreading on her hip again, bringing her up against him. 

 

He trembled for several moments as he spilled inside of her body.  Then he collapsed forward on his elbow, breathing hard, his red hair in his eyes.  He felt Luna's breasts against his chest and rested his head on them, the lace on her white bra scratchy against his sweaty cheek.  Luna stilled beneath him, breathing shallowly again. 

 

Silence passed between them for several minutes as he tried to gather his scattered wits. Finally, her dreamy voice broke the air.

 

"You were right, George," she said. "It was nice.  It was more than nice."

 

He lifted his head and smiled gently at her. "I was hoping you'd say that." He kissed her lips quickly and then disengaged from her body.  She winced and clutched at his arm and he made a mental note to run her a hot bath in a little bit.  She'd be sore in the morning if he didn't.  For the moment though, he just needed to catch his breath. He rolled off of her and lay on his side, facing her. "Are you okay, though?"

 

Luna turned over on her side to face him, a shy smile on her face. The fear had melted, though she still looked apprehensive. "I...I think I am.  It was better than I thought it would be.  It felt strange, but...it wasn't horrible at all."

 

"And you thought it would be?"

 

"I don't know what I thought," she said honestly. "I was just so afraid of...of everything changing."

 

"Do you feel changed?"

 

She thought a moment, her expression serious. "A little, but not hugely.  Finding out that we're in love was more of a life-changer."

 

"Good or bad?"

 

"Very good," she said warmly, snuggling up next to him. He wrapped his arm around her, kissing her forehead tenderly.

 

"Very glad to hear that, love," he said softly. He smiled up at the ceiling. "Because I'm mad about you."

 

"I thought I was the mad one?" she said teasingly and he was glad to see the true Luna emerging from within once more.  Her fearful mask had broken. 

 

"Oh, you are.  But I think it might be catching," he said, rolling over and capturing her mouth, his body singing as she laughed against his lips.  He smiled and kissed her back. 

 

Mad he might be, but at least he had beautiful company.

 

(end)

 

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