the moon [h.s.] - EDITING

twenty-eight.

Harry showered after they ate the room service meal he ordered for them. She's on her phone, dressed in comfortable clothing, and not taking the nap she said she would take.

"Santi texted me that she's being discharged right now. They're going home and he wants us to visit," she tells Harry.

Harry tightens the string of the hotel provided robe he has on. He picks up his duffel bag and puts it on the bed to zip it open. "Okay then let me get dressed and we'll head over there... We're heading over there, right?" He asks Luna. He wants to make sure she won't back out of talking to her mum again.

She sets her phone aside and nods. "But not yet," she says. She gets on her knees and starts crawling towards the side of the bed to where Harry is. She pushes his duffel bag to the side to get in front of him. She looks at his lips and she reaches for his cheeks. She leans in for a kiss as her arms then wrap around his shoulders. Her body pressed against his and she's kissing him slowly.

Harry had closed his eyes the moment he felt her lips. He didn't expect them. He leans into her and he's holding onto her back as he's slowly laying her down. He's missed the shape of those lips and how they feel. He missed how she could make him melt instantly. He's so glad she is kissing him.

She lays back and her legs open to let his body fit in between them. A hand is in his damp hair as the other pulls at the string of his robe to loosen it. Her hand then roams down his chest.

He pulls away from her mouth to look at her. His naked body is revealed as his robe opens and Luna is looking at him. She's looking at all of him. "I didn't bring any condoms," he whispered.

She tugs at his hair and pulls him in for another kiss. She hums. "I don't care," she tells him and lets out a breath. "I need you, baby... so please."

She calls him baby and Harry's breath hitches. Something about it hurts. It hurts because it's hard knowing he might have to go home feeling as lonely as ever when this visit to her hometown is all over. And, it's his fault. He broke her trust. He didn't want her to sleep with anybody else over jealousy, but he goes on to kiss Kristen. He's so selfish, he thinks. He doesn't want her to call him baby again, but then again he liked hearing it come out of her mouth. He might just take on the pain that comes with it.

So he nods and kisses her again. His hands rise up the sweatshirt she has on. He pulls away from her kiss just to take it off of her. He sits up and lets the rob fall off his shoulders. His fingers slide under the hem of Luna's sweatpants. He makes sure to tug off her underwear along with the sweatpants. He tosses her clothes to the side and she's spread open for him.

Luna takes off her bra and she's panting. She watches as Harry takes in the sight of her naked body. She then hums, tilting her head back the moment he leans in to kiss her neck.

He runs his hand up her thighs as he's kissing at her skin. He hears her moan softly just as he's rubbing his hard shaft along her slit. She's so wet, the feeling sends chills down his spine. He lets himself inside of her and damn it feels so good. He's looking down at her face. They're only inches apart. He's letting out a moan as he fills Luna.

She looks at him and gasps from pleasure. Her hand grips onto his hair as her other hand grips onto his shoulder. Her legs are pointed to the sky and she's moaning more as Harry rolls himself into her. His pace is slow, but it's so pleasurable. "Yes," she lets out faintly. She's looking into his eyes and then she rolls her head back the moment it feels intense.

He groans and bites his lip as he's thrusting. He's letting himself fill her deep and she's gripping onto him harder. She then kisses him. He kisses her back and it all feels so good.

She flips them over. She gets on top of Harry and she sits on his cock. She winces at first, but once she adjusts herself she feels pleasure. He's so deep, it makes her moan. She begins to roll her hips at an angle. She is leaning back and Harry has a hand on her breast.

He's moaning as she's riding him. He massages her breast and her hand is on top of his. He watches her body and it's so breathtaking to him. He lifts his own hips, up and down, underneath her and she's moaning.

"Harry," she says his name. She picks up the pace and she looks at him the moment his wet fingers were on her clit. He was touching her in the right way. It was all building up too quickly. "Fuck!" She's warning him. She tightens herself around him and she's going to come all over him if he keeps his own movements going.

He moans with her and he smirks when a louder moan escapes her. She's turning red and her body twitches. Suddenly he feels her warm mess all over him. He sucks in a breath and she's catching her breath.

"Oh, god," Luna says after she rode through the intense orgasm. She smirks at Harry and gets off of him. She looks down at his length and pulls her hair to one side. She leans to get closer to his cock. She grabs a hold of him and then she's putting him in her mouth.

He groans and reaches for her hair to hold it back. The warmth of her mouth felt just as good. He moans as Luna hums and takes him all. She bobs her head and Harry can't help but push her head down to have her take him all again. She has no difficulty with it. He is down her throat and he's feeling all kinds of pleasure. "That's it... fuck," he tells her when he's close.

She hums and pulls back with a suck. She's jerking at his length with her tongue out. She tastes the salt on her tongue within seconds and she hums. She sucks at his swollen tip one last time before letting herself rest beside him.

Harry is collecting his breaths again and he feels amazing. He looks over at Luna. She has her hands rested above her head. "Should we, um... get dressed now?" He asks, even though he wouldn't mind doing that all over again.

She's looking at the ceiling. "Just lay here with me... five more minutes." She lifts her arm up to bring it back down to her side. She searches for his hand and holds it as her eyes close.

His eyes haven't looked away from her pretty face. He's still looking at her as he's holding her hand. He's left thinking about how he would lay there for not only five minutes, but for a really long time. Maybe even forever. Damn, he's falling and no good may come out of it. What is he going to do?