the moon [h.s.] - EDITING

seventy-six.

Harry is making out with Luna in his hotel room. She dropped him off and walked him to his room after dinner with her family was over. Now, he's hovering on top of her and kissing her hard, because it's been a long time. It feels hot and heavy. He moans softly against her mouth. He then parts to press his wet lips against her neck.

Luna tilts her head back. She also lifts her hips to grind against the bulge in his pants. She lets out a shaky breath as Harry is lifting up the ends of her sweater. She brings her hips back down and sucks in the moment he's kissing down her stomach.

It's been too long, he's thinking. He missed her body. He missed pleasuring her and he missed the sounds that come out of her whenever he fucks her with his tongue. He's digging his fingers into the sides of her hips to pull off the legging she wears.

Luna grunts. "Harry, stop..." She whispers. It's faint, but he hears it anyway.

Harry lets go of her waistband and he lifts himself off. He wets his lips again and looks at her. "You okay?" He asks softly as he stays hovered, but he's not touching her. His hands are planted on the mattress, keeping himself up.

She lets out a breath and bites her lip. "I'm not... not in the mood," she mumbles and looks away from Harry. "I'm sorry."

Harry watches her look away from him and he frowns out of concern. "Hey, that's alright... Don't apologize. We don't have to do anything."

Luna looks at him again. She brings her knees up higher and she lifts her legs to wrap them around his waist. She tugs him closer. "Harry, I want to... Trust me. I've missed you so much."

Harry feels her hands run up his arms. He lets his body gently touch hers and he kisses her cheek when she talks. "Baby... But you're not in the mood."

She sighs as she hugs him with her arms and legs. "I think it's the chemo."

Harry pouts and kisses her cheek again. "How's that going by the way?"

Luna smiles under his kisses. She looks at him. "It's not as bad as I thought it would be. I thought I'd be going through another hell, but I've felt little side effects with the help of this other drug they're giving me after the chemo. It's been good, really. My hair hasn't fallen out yet. According to my doctor, it probably won't fall out at all because I'm not receiving a high dosage of a certain type of chemo. I don't know... If it does fall out, I think I won't care. It's just hair, right? It'll grow back. Like, I think I care about my sex life more! Sex is so much better than having hair, don't you think? Hey, at least I have six weeks of chemo left."

Harry nods along through her rambling. He smiles knowing her treatment is going well. "Baby, that's good... I'm glad it's going better than you expected. And, yes! Hair will grow back. I like that mindset of yours." He chuckles softly. "The sex can wait until you feel ready... So, after six weeks you get your transplant?"

She nods as her fingers run up to his hair. "Yeah. Then I get that stem cell transplant and I should be okay again after a few weeks," she tells him. "And once I'm okay again... Just imagine all the sex we have but ten times dirtier."

"Oh," Harry says and he can't say more when Luna leans in to kiss him. He smiles against her kiss. "Mm, about your transplant... Do you have a donor? Do you need one? Take whatever you want from me, babe."

Luna giggles. "Santiago might be my donor. He still has to go through a medical assessment to see if he's fit to donate... If for some reason he's not then they'll look for another donor. Santi is my best bet, though."

"Can we see if I'm a match? Just in case."

"Harry, I doubt we are a match... That's so sweet of you, baby, but I'm sure Santi will be able to donate," she says then kisses his cheek. She sits up slowly. "I should get going. I'll pick you up tomorrow morning before eight."