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Title: Charlie and Luna Sitting in a Tree
Rating: R overall, NC17 in some sections--like this one
Summary: He's been alone for too long. And then along comes Luna....

Part One...






Charlie and Luna Sitting in a Tree



After Christmas, Luna was around all the time. She came to The Burrow on the pretence of visiting Ginny but really spent her time with me. I didn't mind, of course. She was interesting in an odd, amusing way. But we had loads in common and would talk about nature, animals, various creatures, and the mythical ones she was so intent on believing were real. What was really nice, I have to admit, was kissing her. She was an enthusiastic partner and didn't argue when I touched her...soft places.

"Mmm...that's nice," she moaned as I began kneading her left breast.

We were sprawled on my bed and her leg was hooked over my hip, pulling me into her. My jeans were tight with my throbbing erection and the contact stopped any rational thoughts in their tracks. Our hips met in erratic thrusts; I couldn't help it.

"Luna...Luna...we should stop," I groaned as I pulled away from her, taking in her appearance. I sighed as I realized exactly how far we'd gone.

Her shirt was off and the front clasp of her bra was undone, exposing her breasts to the cool air of the room. Love bites peppered her smooth, pale skin and I reached to touch them, hoping to soothe them somehow. Her trousers were unbuttoned, revealing white knickers with green frogs on them. The scent of her arousal filled my nostrils as I sighed again.

"You didn't need to stop." She trailed a finger down my bare chest, following the line of curly hair into my belly button. Her hands went to my hips, drawing the jeans further down my hips and then moving to the back to cup my arse.

"Lu...Fuck don't do that!" I growled when her hands went to the front and squeezed my cock. Panic rose up inside me and I backed away toward the edge of the bed, almost falling off the edge.

"Charlie, I don’t want to be a virgin anymore."

Why did she have to put it that way?

"I don't think that's a good idea," I said reluctantly.

"Is it because you think you're too large for me? Or do you have erectile dysfunction? There are potions for that, you know."

"NO! It's none of that, I swear."

"Or are you a premature ejaculator?"

"NO! Look, Luna...I just don't—"

"Are you a virgin, too?" Her eyes widened if that was at all possible and she moved to straddle me, swirling her hips in a most tantalizing manner.

"Of course not!" I had to look away from her because she was just too tempting to look at. "Can you...button up, please? We need to talk."

She slid off me and I felt the bed dip.

"I'm dressed."

I turned toward her and couldn't help but notice the sadness in her eyes.

"It's not that I don't...want this." I waved my hand between us. "It's just that you're so young—"

"I'm eighteen!"

"And I'm leaving tomorrow."

"Then it's a perfect reason to make love."

I ran my hands through my hair. "No, it's not!"

"Give me a good reason, Charles."

I bit my lip and tried to tamp down the urge to fling her onto her back and pound into her tight, virginal body. Instead, I took a deep breath and pulled her onto my lap.

"Because when I finally do make love to you, I want to keep you in bed for days on end, learning every little thing about your body and showing you exactly how beautiful you are." I wasn't exactly sure that would ever happen, but I couldn't stand the look of rejection on her face.

"Oh."

Our lips met in a slow and gentle kiss, tongues probing gently. At that moment, I knew that what I had told her would happen someday.

For the first time since Dora, I returned to Romania with a girlfriend living in England.

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Back at the reserve, I kept my relationship with Luna to myself. I wrote to her occasionally, as often as I could, actually. Some blokes starting ribbing me, asking who would want to write to a freckled and ripped up tosser like me and placing bets on the gender of said person. Most of them had various chits that they visited in the village and when I stopped going with them, my masculinity was called into question.

"Veesley!" screamed Vladamir Porachenko. "Owl dropped this for you!" Vlad stomped across the muddy ground and presented me with a thick envelope with 'Charles Weasley' written in Luna's very feminine writing.

"Thanks," I said, taking the parchment from him. When he didn't leave immediately, I stared at him, knowing some sort of remark was just begging to pop out of his mouth.

"Letter from voman, no? She sent you all them?" he asked, a smile begging to burst forth across his face.

I felt my face warm and nodded, turning away from him before walking back to my cabin. I knew what Luna was going to be writing about in this letter, and there was no way in hell that I was going to read it in front of everyone else.

The upcoming Easter weekend was my assigned time off and I had invited her to visit. Merlin knows what ever possessed me to do that, given the fact that it was the middle of mating season. But I hadn't seen Luna for three months and I was tired of listening to everyone's sexual stories when I was left to my own devices, so to speak.

I ripped open the envelope and smiled at seeing her small, neat writing.

    Charlie,

    Thank you for your last letter. I pored over it while I sat on my bed and masturbated. I had three orgasms.


Fuck! Does she have to say things like that?

    I spoke with my father about making the trip to visit and he said it would be a good experience for me to see the dragons and try to photograph a baluar. Do you have any of those at the reserve? I would imagine they would be quite plentiful there in Curtea de Arges.


I shook my head. Baluar's were strictly mythical but I made a note to check with the local Baba Cloanta before Luna arrived.

    Ginny told me that she and Harry are going to Italy after school finishes. She hasn't told me much about what they have planned, but I am reasonably sure that she said that there would be a lot of intercourse involved. It appears that the two of them have become very proficient at it since August.

    Speaking of intercourse, I've decided to bring along some contraception for my voyage. I certainly hope that we can discover how to satisfy each other sexually. In addition to masturbating, I have purchased a Pulsating Pleasurestick from George's shop. It works incredibly well, but I have a feeling the sensation of your thick and erect penis inside me will be much better.

    I am looking forward to visiting you and I miss you tremendously.

    Yours,
    Luna


I decided that Luna would be the death of me, but I couldn't imagine a more pleasurable demise.

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I paced back and forth across the floor of the room I rented. Luna was in the bathroom, changing into something more "enticing" as she put it. Ever since she arrived via Portkey two hours earlier, we'd been virtually attached at the lips, and I really doubted her changing into something flimsy would have made any difference. I'd have gladly torn off her wool cloak, wool jumper, and jeans a happy man. But it was her first time, and I didn't want to take her up against the wall. She deserved better than that and I was determined that she'd have everything she'd ever wanted.

I looked around the room and quickly smiled, pleased with my efforts. The inn was a cosy place with a thatched roof outside of Bosrov. The bed took up most of the space in the room and I suddenly got nervous. What if things went horribly wrong? What if she was nervous and changed her mind? I ran my hands through my hair and began pacing, trying to talk myself out of it when the door of the bathroom opened. My head snapped up and my mouth dropped.

"Bloody hell."

Luna stood in the doorway of the bedroom with light bathing her from behind. I could see through the sheer, pale pink peignoir and I gulped as my eyes roamed over the silhouette of her lithe body. The flimsy fabric barely concealed her breasts and I could see that her nipples were hard. I stopped thinking altogether and stepped toward her like a sailor drawn in by the song of a Siren.

"You're beautiful," I said huskily, lightly sliding my hand along her shoulder and down her arm to lace my fingers with hers.

Luna blushed and I thought that sight would forever be etched into my memory. The flush of her cheeks gave her a glow that I'd rarely seen in other women. I marvelled at the opposing sides of her: innocence from the blush and wanton in her attire.

"I'm nervous," she admitted, clenching her fingers around mine. "I did not think I would be. I read all about it but now..."

"I know. It's thrilling but a little scary, too," I reassured her. I watched her bottom lip tremble and leaned in to soothe it with a kiss. The kiss was meant to calm her nerves, to let her know that we'd take our time and go as slowly as she wanted to. However, she opened her mouth and touched her tongue to mine, unleashing the horny devil inside me.

At the contact of her tongue, I pulled her to me, lifting her off the floor. Her breasts were pressed into my chest and our hips were aligned perfectly. She gave a little push of her hips against my straining cock, making me groan. I was harder than I could remember being in a long time, and I squeezed her tighter in my arms. I lifted her thigh and she hooked it around my waist while she squeaked as we kissed.

Without thinking, I stumbled toward the huge bed and fell upon it with Luna in my arms. Our hands went everywhere; I dived inside her negligee to massage a breast while she tugged down my jeans with incredibly agile fingers, using her feet to push them down past my knees and toward my ankles. I reluctantly pulled my mouth from hers and rolled onto my side as she panted.

"Lu...hold on," I said breathily, kicking my jeans onto the floor and whipping the shirt off my body.

"Are you leaving your socks on?" she asked in all seriousness.

"Er...no, I'm not." I began lifting my leg to remove one of the socks when she stopped me with a hand on my thigh.

"Let me."

I watched as her hand slid down to my calf and then to the ankle. She grasped the white cotton and tugged until my right foot was bare, then repeated the process on the left. I was about to reach for her when she slid down the sheet and kissed the skin of my thigh tracing her tongue along a scar I received—Oh hell!

Her tongue went down my leg and she pulled my big toe into her mouth, sucking on it like a luscious sweet she couldn't get enough of it. I arched my back and groaned in pleasure. Tingling went from my toe to my hips, and I thrust up into the air as the tingling turned into a burning need to complete what we began just a few moments before.

I roared and grabbed her under her arms, sliding her up my body until she lay across me. For a few moments, we merely stared at each other, almost as if neither of us wanted to do anything else.

"Make love to me," she pleaded softly. "Please."

Without another word, I rolled us over and kneeled above her, supporting myself on my hands and knees. Even though we didn't touch, I could feel the heat of her body radiating off hers and into mine. I lowered my mouth and kissed her softly, in much the same way I kissed her way back at Christmas. Our lips moved slowly and tantalisingly across each others' and I savoured each sensation that she gave me.

I reached up and pulled one strap down her shoulder then leaned forward to kiss her skin and trail my tongue down her arm, placing a kiss on the inside of her elbow. Her hand moved up and brushed against my cheek, making me turn and face her.

"I love you, Charlie," she whispered.

Oh Merlin! Why did she have to say that? Don't get me wrong, I really liked her and all, but love? I never really thought of that before. I was twenty-six for crying out loud and in bed with an eighteen-year-old; what did love have to do with this?

Absolutely everything.

"It's okay. You don't have to say it just to make me feel better about where we are," she said, a bit of a sad look in those big, blue eyes of hers. "I want to have sex with you."

The words tumbled out of my mouth. "I love you, too, Luna."

At that moment, I realised that it was true. It wasn't said to get a leg over. I said it because she needed to know. I said it because this beautiful creature came halfway across the world to be with me and gave me her heart. I loved her and after years of heartache, I had healed.

I placed a kiss on her sweet, inviting lips before reaching down for the hem of her nightie and pulling it over her head.

"Sweet Merlin," I swore as I looked at her body before me. Her breasts, her stomach, her thighs...everything was displayed for me and I drank it in like a fine mulled wine. My hands roamed over her body, toying with her breasts, caressing her stomach, circling over her hips, and then kneading her inner thighs before heading toward her pussy.

She tasted like honey as my tongue traced her lips and then toyed with her clit. She lifted her hips toward my face as I buried my nose in her sweet, tantalising scent. I had to tamp down the urge to suck on her clit like a nursing Thestral; she was still new to this and I couldn't overwhelm her. I put all my knowledge into the task, swirling and licking, sucking and kissing, all of this to make her more than ready for me. My tongue was inside her when she climaxed and sounded as if she'd run a marathon.

"Charlie...now...please," she panted as she wove her fingers through my hair, tugging on my head to signal what she wanted.

My throat was thick with lust and wouldn't allow the words to come out. I pulled off my y-fronts and grabbed hold of myself as I slid up her body, nestling myself between her thighs. The tip brushed against her slick opening and I looked up to meet her gaze. Her eyes were wide and pleaded with me to move forward. As I kissed her softly on the lips, I thrust forward with my hips quickly, wanting to get the painful part over as quickly as possible for her. I gasped at the tightness that surrounded me and I had no idea if she screamed or sighed or what. I'd never been with a virgin and everything blokes ever told me about it was absolutely true. I had to count to stay in control; it was almost as if it was my first time all over again. I made a fool of myself then, but there was no way in hell I'd do it again twelve years later.

Time sped up as we moved together, caressing, kissing, thrusting, and moaning. As I struggled to maintain control of myself, I tasted tears as we kissed. Confused, I moved to look at her; she was, in fact crying, but I knew they were happy tears. That fact thrilled me to the core, and I finally allowed the sensations to overwhelm me and I shot into her, arching my back and pressing my hips hard against her. With a huff, I collapsed to her side, with my arm flung over her belly, feeling more contented and loved than I had in a very long time.

Life was good.
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