How to Make a... Future | Sebastian Sallow x F!OC| One Shot Collection

Noctilucent

Content warnings: mature themes and sexual references, mostly fluff, pov character is a shy virgin, dry humping if you squint, of age post-Hogwarts. [1450 words]

This was written for a discord writing event with the prompt Forbidden Fruit.

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Noctilucent: luminous at night.

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'Okay, now...' Aurélie took a deep, steadying breath. 'All you need to do is breathe,' she instructed in the most soothing voice she could manage.

Beneath her, sprawled out across the huge, squashy bed, his arms wide and his palms open to the ceiling, Sebastian let out an almighty snort of mirth.

'Breathe?' he laughed, immediately disrupting the state of perfect calm Aurélie had spent the last half hour cultivating. 'How can I breathe when you're sitting on me?'

Aurélie clapped her hand over his mouth.

'In through your nose,' she went on over the sound of his muffled laughter. 'Clear your mind of all distractio- eurgh!' She shrieked as something warm and wet pressed against her palm - his tongue. Horrified, she whipped her hand away from his mouth, wailing French invectives while he giggled beneath her.

Freshly graduated from Hogwarts, practicing Muggle meditation wasn't exactly how Aurélie imagined she'd be spending her first few weeks of adult freedom, but between Sebastian's chronic insomnia and her inability to stay asleep for longer than a few hours at a time, her need for relief from the insomnious nights had driven her to unorthodox measures.

But cultivating calm was no easy feat when it came to Sebastian Sallow; he was, after all, the epitome of impatience, as restless as a babbling brook and twice as chatty - not to mention a complete and utter boy whose inability to fall asleep was only exacerbated by the fact he was sharing a bed with a girl every night. A girl who, despite her vestal reservations, had rather a hard time easing herself into a state of calm when the aforementioned boy was shirtless beneath her.

Wiping her spitty hand across his stomach - and pretending to be thoroughly annoyed - Aurélie allowed herself a little indulgent peek of the wide-eyed, sleep-deprived maniac she was straddling: toned stomach and Quidditch-defined shoulders; golden-warm skin bathed in blue light from the jar of bluebell flames she kept by the bed; a novae of new freckles enhanced by the summer sun. He was noctilucent beneath her, like something borne of a dream, surely too unreal to belong to her.

As she dared to trail her fingertips across his stomach, Sebastian's breath stilled, his eyes glazed and his lips parted in silent adoration. To think that she'd fought against this - against him - for as long as she had, that she'd been so afraid of enduring more loss that the idea of falling in love had been the most unendurable thing in the world... Little did she know then, it was also the easiest, and she'd slipped into it so quietly that even now she couldn't quite pinpoint the moment it happened.

Perhaps it had been that very first day.

Though barely a shiver betrayed the tension of Sebastian's infractible restraint, Aurélie could feel it coiling in his stomach, his arms, his shoulders, pulling tighter each time he met her tentative movements with gentle upward thrusts of his own - but when she leaned down to trace the veins that bulged in his arms, starting at his elbow before dancing down to his calloused, upturned palms, he sucked in a breath and bucked his hips so suddenly that she almost toppled backwards.