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TW: SMUT

Room 317 was beautiful.

Being on the third floor and top of the building, it had one of the best views of the whole inn. One the left, Diagon Alley was buzzing with movement, with children and adults moving through the crowd, colourful robes screaming for attention and hats standing taller over the people ever now and then. On the right, Muggle London was bubbling with movement as well, mostly by men and women in suits, not many children amongst the crowd of people late after lunchbreak.

Everything could be seen through the two big windows in the bedroom, gilded in golden arches in a reversed 'U'. Regulus opened them once they were inside, letting the air circulate through the room.

Luna stood near the wooden door painted in white and closed it once she was inside, locking it with her finger and leaning against it, letting the distance between and Regulus grow as he looked out of the window. She didn't want to move too much and make Regulus more nervous than he already was, especially after he turned to look at her, but his eyes fell to the left.

Between them there was a king-sized bed with white cotton bedding.

"The bathroom is supposed to be big as well," Luna said, crossing her arms, watching him.

Regulus looked away from the bed and towards the other door, across the bed.

"We could burn the contract in there. It would be safer if it's tiled up or we can use the bathtub for it," Regulus said, nodding.

He walked towards the bathroom, opening it and walking right in. But Luna waited a few seconds before following him through the room and into the bathroom as well, smiling softly when she saw Regulus also opening the bathroom window right over the white bathtub, holding onto the bathroom's tiled wall (a beautiful tone of light blue that took over half the walls and the floor).

"The smoke might not be pleasant," he explained when he saw her hovering at the door.

"I hadn't thought of it," she said.

He looked down at the bathtub and then back at her.

"Did you lock the door?" he asked. She nodded. "Good you remembered."

Regulus swallowed down with a gulp, feeling the lump in his throat as he kneeled beside the bathtub and looked up at her, waiting. Luna followed, kneeling beside him with a sigh of effort.

"Are you alright?" he asked, concerned.

"Just some tightness in my back," she dismissed. "Everything's fine, don't worry about me. Worry about the contract. How do you want to do this?"

He took the parchment from his pocket, unfolding it and throwing it into the bathtub. His own handwriting stared back at him, reminding him all the lies that had raised the relationship from the ground. That wasn't something he was proud of.

"I wish I had been courageous enough to approach you without this excuse," he said, not looking away from the contract.

"I wish I had been smart enough to know you wanted to be approached," Luna answered. "Well, you didn't make it very obvious, scowling and fighting. You weren't the most approachable person."

"You were blinded, I was quite obvious," Regulus admitted, turning to look at him and giving her a shy smile. "Evan called me a stalker."

She chuckled.

"When you were younger, you said you followed me around because I vexed you," she said, nodding at the memory.

"Well, perhaps eleven-year-old me wasn't completely sure about the difference of a fancy and vexing," he said, a pinkish colour flushing his cheeks. "I fancied you when I was young, it just took me a while to understand it."

"And when did you understand it?" she asked.

"When I first visited you in the Hospital Wing, and you had your hair down. I had an inkling then," he said.

Luna gasped dramatically, smiling grandly as she leaned forward to look better at his blushing cheeks and forehead.

"Because of my hair?" she asked, astounded.

"Not because of your hair," he said, rolling his eyes fondly at her reaction. "Mostly because seeing you there, after you had gotten terribly sick, but acting so strongly as if that nothing and that it didn't bother you at all. It made me admire you." He sighed, leaning away from the bathtub, no longer seeing the contract through his peripheral vision. "I saw a strong girl with honey hair and lively eyes after a difficult night. You weren't scared that I would see you in a vulnerable state or mock you over a weakness; there was trust there that I hadn't earned, but you offered, regardless."

Luna watched him, heart speeding up on her chest. Her breathing changed, not out of nervousness, but out of her controlling herself to not burst out in tears in front of him. Pathetically, she was rather sure she would cry out happiness due to his touching speech, which came so naturally to him. He had not thought his words through, he had not stopped to choose them as he often did – Regulus had just said what was on his mind without hesitation, repaying her for her trust.

"I first thought of you truly when you told me of your rings," Luna admitted back. "It's something so simple, I know, but... the way you spoke of them and of what they mean to you, it made me realise that everything about you is thought through; everything about you has a meaning, and that if I wanted to get to know you completely, I'd have to learn how to read between lines. Your black hair was not black, it was brown – I had just not seen you in the sun, but there you were, reading a book so casually draped over a chair, with brown hair. And then I noticed that you wear your rings and that that one – the one your mother gave you – is your favourite, you said, and how you treat your mother. The respect, the love..." she shrugged. "Your mother might not like me, but she loves you and seeing you love her back made me admire you as well. Not many men that I know are so open in their respect for their mother, not just as a mum, but as a woman and a witch."

"She's a strong one," he said with a shrug, as if Luna's words made little sense to him. He could understand why he would treat his mother any differently. "Well, you speak as if I fell in love with you because of your hair, did you fall in love with me because of my rings?"

She chuckled again.

"It is hot," she said with a shrug.

"So is you with your hair down," he said.

Regulus took a deep breath and leaned forward again, looking into the contract in the bathtub. Luna followed.

"When we burn it, will you want to write another one?" she asked.

He turned to her sharply, shoulders rolling back.

"Should we?" he asked.

"If you want to. I know you're more comfortable if there are rules for us to follow, and to break," she teased, raising her eyebrows. He knew she was trying to lighten the mood since he was so obviously nervous.

He looked through the contract, reading through it as if he had not memorised it already.

"If you fear I'll brag over our... intimacy, do not worry. I do not plan on oversharing," he said, frowning.

Luna rolled her eyes, but smiled to him, nonetheless.

"I'm not afraid you'll brad to your mates about us, Regulus. I wouldn't mind it, either. Mates talk about things like this, you know? I mean, I'm quite certain I'll hear a far too detailed description of Pandora's honeymoon as soon as we're back at Hogwarts," she shrugged when he turned to her, taken aback. "If you don't want me to talk about it, I won't, but I wouldn't mind if you did."

"Pandora's like a sister to me. I don't think she would be willing to listen to it," Regulus said, shoulder untensing a bit more.

Luna giggled, thinking of Pandora's face if she ever went into details about what happened when Regulus and her were alone, kissing in the dark corners of the castle with his hand safely nested on her hips, pulling her so close to him that their bodies threatened to join. Regulus had never touched her anywhere besides her waist and hips (and sometimes her back, rubbing it up and down, fingers brushing against her bra over her shirt), but he squeezed her body against his so forcefully that she was quite sure he was trying to feel her breasts but was too shy to ask for it, so she would let him, squeezing back against him. He was often the one to pull away, lips red and swollen, cheeks blushed and eyes dark.

"I'd like for you to still accept my gifts, though. No complaints of its expense," he warned her.

"How else would I get my dresses?" she teased, smiling.

While she didn't like receiving expensive gifts, and she didn't like the idea of Regulus wasting money on her, she knew that it was his way of showing that he cares. Jewellery, dresses, flowers Who else would he buy those things for, if not her? Regulus was quite proud of having someone to buy those things for, and he made sure to let everybody know – he would speak confidently about knowing that Luna hated silver, that her favourite colour was orange, that he knew her measures for dresses (and, privately, petticoats and corsets, though he wouldn't dare say so out loud).

Regulus showed his loved in many ways. Gifts, listening, remembering, taking care of her when she didn't seem all that willing to take care of herself. In general, Regulus liked to give.

"Did you bring a lighter or matches?" she asked.

He raised his eyebrows at her.

"Pardon me?"

"How do you plan on lightening the paper on fire without a lighter or matches?" she asked.

"With my wand, of course," he said.

Luna's lips joined as she sucked them into her mouth, hiding a smile.

"I did forget about it," she admitted. "Since I can't use magic outside of school – muggle neighbourhood – I forgot about it."

He reached for her gently, hand brushing her back before pulling away once more and reaching behind his own back. He took his wand from his trousers' waistband and held it up before pointing it into the bathtub.

"Perhaps you should prepare yours as well, in case the fire goes out of control," he said, glancing at Luna. "I don't want to burn the building down."

"You're good at Spells. You'll do fine," she said.

Still, she took her own wand in hand to soothe him.

Regulus swallowed again and took a deep breath, shoulders raising almost to his ears before he dropped them and pointed his wand at the contract. And, with a whisper, he burned away all the memories of his ruse, allowing just the memories of Luna's lips against his to take over while the parchment started to burn.

Once the ashes were crumbling and the smell of burnt paper was starting to flood the bathroom, Luna mumbled a spell, letting the water wash over the small patches of parchment and over the ashes. She reached over and unplugged the drain.

Regulus watched it all wash away.

"We'll do the same with mine in Hogwarts, together, if you want it," she said. "Or I can do it on my own."

"I want to do it together," he said, turning to look at her, away from the ashes. "One last step to leave this ruse behind."

She smiled at him.

"Alright," she said.

There was an awkward air between the two lovers then, where Luna forced herself to act casually and Regulus pretended his heart wasn't on his throat, making breathing difficult every time he looked at Luna.

He wasn't sure all that nervousness was normal, but it was becoming strong enough that he was glad he had not eaten anything yet.

"Stop overthinking it, Regulus," Luna said, still on her knees beside the bathtub beside him. Slowly she turned, sitting on the little step that raised the bathtub from the rest of the room. "What happens in here has to feel right. We'll do what feels good and right, nothing more than that. One word, and we stop."

Regulus turned as well, sitting beside her. And as he looked at her, he thought that he didn't want to stop.

With a deep breath, he got up and offered her his hand. She took it, letting him pull her to a standing position. Without letting go of each other's hands, they went back to the bedroom and stood in it.

He let go of her hand, taking a step back to look at her.

"And now?" he asked, voice slightly weak.

"Now we do what you want," Luna answered. "What do you want to do?"

He didn't need to answer it out loud, he just took a stride towards her and pulled by the waist with both hands into a blazing kiss. Scorching was the feeling of her body pressed against his, so terribly hot that a single kiss had his sweating under his clothes, yearning for the moment they would be off his shoulders.

Luna slipped her tongue out, licking his bottom lip until he gave her passage, parting his lips quickly. Her tongue caressed his before he corresponded to it. Alongside it, her hands went to his shoulders, gaining back some balance before her hand slipped down to his chest, feeling the growing muscle under the shirt – the other hand slipped to the back of his head, into his hair, fingers intertwining with his curls and pulling him towards her, deepening the kiss even more.

They stumbled and, before he knew how, his hands were blindly searching for the wall, carefully feeling it and putting her against it, delicately cupping the back of her head so it wouldn't hit the wall.

Luna giggled into the kiss, amused by his gentleness.

She pulled him back against her, moving her legs so she could stand on her tiptoes, kissing him better this way. She slotted a leg between his so she could stand more comfortably.

His hand left her head, going to her hip, and the one that was on her waist slid down as well. His fingers brushed a bit of naked skin, a patch of it between her jeans and shirt – soft skin, warm under his touch. His hand slipped just above her jeans, under her shirt and resting right where her ribs ended.

He pulled a way a bit, opening his eyes to look at her and watch her face.

"Is this alright?" he asked.

Luna smiled and nodded.

Without answering out loud, Luna pulled her hands back and, without looking away from him, unbuttoned her shirt slowly, revealing the white tank-top underneath it.

Regulus breathing quickened.

The white shirt had ridden up to the middle of her stomach and it clung to her body enough for him to see the red colour underneath it. The straps of her red bra were showing on her shoulder, and he could see the outlines of it.

Luna dropped the unbuttoned shirt to the side, on the floor.

Her smile grew.

"Yes?" she whispered.

Regulus eyes rested on her scar, appearing on her collarbone and disappearing between her breasts and under her shirt, the end of it barely appearing just above where his hand was resting on her waist.

Distracted, his thumb reached up, brushing against the end of her scar.

Luna shivered.

Regulus looked up, unmoving.

"No?" he asked.

"Yes," she answered.

He leaned forward, taking her lips into his with more force than necessary, but she didn't seem to mind, because she leaned up, bearing her throat into the kiss, sighing in delight with the feeling. Her arms went around his neck, pressing her chest against his and arching her back away from the wall, hip moving slightly against his leg.

Regulus moved away again, but before he could say anything, Luna put her head to the side and licked his neck. His eyes widened at the feeling – he had kissed her neck before (Evan had said that girls liked that), and he had received a few short kisses in return, but that was so much more. Luna kissed just under his ear, making him sigh and close his eyes, letting her kisses wander down his throat and –

Luna bit into his skin.

Regulus moaned, soon after blushing at the noise.

It hadn't been a sharp bite and it hadn't hurt, but the way her sharp teeth had brushed against his skin had made his whole body ignite.

"You're too tall," she complained, voice low against his ear. "Sit on the bed."

Regulus gulped, but followed her request, stepping back blindly until the back of his knees hit the king-sized bed. He sat, watching as she followed and stood in front of him.

"What is it?" he asked.

"Do you want me to sit next to you or may I... sit on you?" she asked, voice low.

For a moment, he thought his body would go aflame, but he fixed himself, sitting more comfortably on the bed. His legs spread a bit and he leaned back, putting his hands on the bed to give her space on his lap.

She understood the invitation, smiling at the kicked off her shoes and kneeled on the bed, straddling him and sitting on his thighs.

"Am I too heavy?" she asked.

He shook his head.

"Not at all," he answered.

His hands once more rested on her hips as she leaned forward, putting hand on the side of his face and guiding his face away, making him expose his neck to her, which she feasted on. Luna kissed his neck, licked the Adam's Apple that moved when he gulped before breathing heavily through parted lips. She went up again, licking part of his jawline before kissing his lips again with great enthusiasm.

Slipping down, his hands rubbed the outside of her thighs, which squeezed slightly around him, hips responding with a light movement. Luna moaned into the kiss, eyebrows frowning in frustration when his hand became lighter against her skin. Blindly and without speaking, she put her hands over his, leading them back up, near her arse.

"Touch me anywhere you want," she said.

Regulus, still with his eyes closed, nodded eagerly.

His hands cupped her arse. Luna smiled and bit her bottom lip at the feeling, especially because Regulus opened his eyes and focused on her neck and shoulders, out in the open with her shirt.

He kissed her collarbones before going up to kiss her neck. It was a gentle kiss, closed mouthed kiss of his lips pressing against the heartbeat. She threw her head back, holding onto his shoulders to keep her balance – she gasped before biting her bottom lip for some control, squeezing his shoulders to not completely lose her mind. Regulus liked her reaction, so it was no surprise when he started copying what she had done to his own neck. He bit into her neck, silently riveting on the taste of her skin, until she moaned out loud, then he pulled back and licked over the marks he had left on her neck. Her head rolled to the side, throwing her hair over her head to give him more space.

Luna took his face into her hands and lead his lips to her into another deep, wild kiss. A mixture of saliva, tongues, lips and even a little bit of teeth.

"You're so fucking fit," she whispered.

"You get me out of my mind," he answered.

His eyes flicked down, stopping on the red straps of her bra and following down to the swell of her breasts, appearing on her cleavage.

Luna, noticing his interest, took the ends of her shirt and pulled it over her head, throwing it behind her without even looking where it fell. She just watched Regulus watch her. He looked down, taking in the image of his girlfriend straddling him without a shirt on. He stared, silently.

She was starting to become insecure again. Was her stomach too big? Was her scar too gruesome? Were her boobs too small? Was her bra too old, too Muggle?

Regulus leaned down and kissed the hollow of her throat, putting both his hands on her back to hold her in place her leaned further down, trailing down the kisses to the valley between her breasts and sucking a hickey on the fullest part of one of breasts. She arched her back, offering herself.

"Where do I untie it?" he asked, lips brushing against her skin.

She giggled.

"It's a bra. It unhooks," she corrected. He pulled back to look for it, but she undid it herself without looking away from him. He smiled when he felt her hands on her back between his, undoing the bra and letting it slip from her shoulders. "On the back, like this."

"I'll remember that," he vowed.

She smiled at him, kissing him again, letting his hands go to her shoulders and help the straps slip down her arms until the bra fell between them. Blindly, still kissing her, he found it with one of his hands and threw it over his head, letting it fall to the ground somewhere beside the bed.

Luna reached for his hand and put it over her breast.

"Oh, fuck," he breathed into her mouth.

She bit his lip, dragging it before realising.

Regulus squeezed her tit too tightly.

"Careful!" she warned with a hiss of sharp pain.

"Sorry," he whispered, but his fingers still fondled with her. "Your tits are amazing, Luna. Good Heavens. Look at you."

When his fingers found her nipple, she let out a whine, thighs squeezing him in between once more.

Seeing her reaction, Regulus copied the action, taking the nipple between two fingers and rolling it. He felt her hips buckling against his body and he took in a sharp breath, doing the same with the next breast.

Luna took a deep breath before reaching for the buttons of his shirt. He pulled his hands away to give her space, letting him undo the buttons and pull his shirt out of his trousers to finish unbuttoning it before opening it helping him out of it. He felt his cheeks burning red when her hand travelled to his chest and touched with great devotion the muscles just starting to appear in his lean form, following down his stomach.

He shivered when her nails scratched him accidently.

She smirked.

"Did you like that?" she asked.

"Apparently so," he whispered.

Apparently was right. His erection was very apparent at that point.

Regulus opened his mouth when he felt Luna looking at it, ready to apologise and perhaps pull away, offer another position where it wasn't so obvious – but she touched it over his trousers, watching his face as if ready to jump away from him if he so requested, but Regulus would have to be completely insane to ask her to stop it.

Kissing his girlfriend while she palmed his erection was an experience that made his head want to explode. He knew he had trousers and underwear on, and yet the warmth of her hand was so hot that he could feel it.

"Luna, Luna, stop," he whispered.

Luna's hand disappeared.

"Sorry. Are you alright? What did I do?" she asked.

His whole face coloured.

"I won't last long if you continue doing that," he admitted, looking into her eyes. "And I didn't even touch you properly. I don't want to make a mess of things just yet."

Luna nodded.

"Alright, take it off, then," she said. He stared at her, dumbly. "Your trousers, take them off so you don't make a mess out of them. I'll take mine off as well... if you want to, of course. We can stop."

"No, please," he said.

Luna slowly climbed off him, sitting beside him.

Regulus quickly got up, doing his belt and unbuttoning his trousers. But he didn't take it off, he just looked at Luna.

She was unbuttoning her denims, smiling at him knowingly.

"There's not sexy way of getting out of trousers, I can assure you," she said, kindly. She raised her hips from the bed to slip them down her legs before kicking the out. She sat there just in her knickers. "Just pull them down."

Regulus flushed, knowing that she was right. There was no sexy way of getting out of trousers and pants, no matter who wore them, but pulling his trousers down seemed slightly embarrassing.

Luna pretended to change her position on the bed, too distracted to pay full attention on him, turning her back to him and crawling up the bed to lean back against the several pillows on the far too big bed on that room. He used that moment to lean down and pull his trousers down, exposing his erection now only covered by his underwear. Thankfully, as he stepped out of them, he caught a glimpse of Luna on all fours, crawling up the bed before sitting and fixing herself against the pillows.

Her knickers matched her bra. Red with black lace on the front, but it seemed to disappear between her buttocks on the back.

"I like you better in green," he said.

"It's my current best set. I'll buy you something green when I get the money," she promised.

He frowned, sitting on the bed with a leg out of it and one folded, facing her.

Regulus silently admired her.

Her breasts were perfect for his hands, a handful each and of the same size to one another, waist marked, hips full, legs thick and long. Luna was perfect just the way that he had dreamed her to be in those deluded, long suffering nights where he would sigh into completion and clean himself before he stained the bedding of his bedroom.

"What do you want to do?" she asked.

Luna's green eyes were dark, filled with the same desire he knew to be in his eyes, his face, burning his whole body.

"May I touch you?" he asked.

Luna's extended legs folded just a bit as she planted her feet into the mattress, thighs squeezing together.

"Where?" she said, voice airy and seductive. "Tell me." He hesitated. "Where do you want to touch me, Reggie?" she added, playful.

Such a hateful nickname in her tongue was sweet.

He kissed her lips, tasting his name in them.

"Your cunt," he whispered against her lips. "Let me touch your cunt."

"My beautiful boy," she whispered, parting her legs. He felt a violent shiver go up his spine. He had never been so hard in his life. "You can touch me anywhere you want."

"Good to know."

Regulus touched the inside of her knee, letting his hand slowly go up her thigh until he had her squirming and biting her lips. Still, he only looked away from her face when his fingers finally brushed the fabric of her knickers, feeling its warmth – he watched carefully how his fingers slipped easily over the lace, massaging the wet spot before going up the slit that made Luna moan loudly, mouth opening wide as she breathed with gasps. He could feel his cock twitch inside his underwear painfully, so he reached to palm himself over the underwear.

Luna's hand covered his once she noticed what he was doing.

Looking at his girlfriend, he pulled his hand away, letting her take over it. She squeezed him gently, taking a hold of his cock before releasing it and going deeper between his legs to finds his balls. He gasped, hips raising to lead her hand there.

"Yes," he hissed.

She smiled through her own heaving breaths that made her chest move, getting Regulus' attention.

He reached with his other hand to fondle her breast while his finger went up and down the slit.

"Regulus, find my clit," she said.

He froze his hand, turning his eyes away from her tits to look at her face, unsure of what she had just said until his mind finally registered the words as English. Then his shifted nervously, face flushing – not just out of desire – but out of shame.

"I don't know how," he admitted.

Luna took one of her hands to between her legs, finding the one finger he had been using over her underwear and leading it to a specific spot. She gasped when his finger brushed it, legs spreading more; the closest one to him was literally resting against his ribs.

"Can you feel it?" she asked.

"No," he admitted.

She sighed, eyes fluttering closed and to the back of her head when his finger did a little circle, feeling around. He loved that face, and how he wished she would do it again! He moved his finger again, applying a little more pressure in it and her hips started moving along with his finger.

"May I take it off?" she whined, eyebrows frowned and struggling to keep her eyes open, stuck to his.

Eagerly, Regulus nodded.

Perhaps Luna would've found it funny had she not been so horny to the point that she thought tears would start gathering in her eyes if she didn't find some sort of release soon enough. So she allowed him to pull his hand away and did not ask him to undress her, she pulled the sides of her own underwear and pushed it down her legs, bringing to her knees before bringing her knees up to her chest and pulling it down the rest of her leg.

That was sexy, Regulus decided when he saw the knickers hanging off Luna's ankle, the wet spot obvious. Had she still been palming his cock, he would've already wasted himself, he knew.

Luna spread her legs again and he took a moment to look.

She had shaved most of the pubic hair if not for the very top of her cunt, but the lips were bare. And as her legs spread, he saw the inner lips and the hole; everything glistened with her juices, a memento of her desire for him.

She offered him her hand, he took it. Luna, without judgment, took it between her legs and led his fingers through her bare cunt, hips rocking with the motions.

"Right here, do you feel this?" she asked, brushing his fingers over her sensitive clit.

"This little bud?" he asked. He did a little circle on it.

"Yes! Oh, fuck!" she said, throwing her head back, moaning loudly. He smirked, proudly. "Yes, that's it! That's my fucking clit. Yes!"

As soon as Regulus got a rhythm, understanding what she liked – the little circles made her moan, but the slow, bigger circles made her eyes roll to the back of her head and her mouth open, and when her hips moved up and down he had to find a better angle – she reached for the waistband of his underwear.

"Luna –" he started.

"No?" she asked, eyes glazed over.

He thought for a moment, wondering if he was ready.

"Yes," he answered once he decided.

Regulus raised his hips, letting her pull his underwear down to the middle of his thighs. It was enough for the both of them.

Luna took a hold of his cock, pumping it once drily before pulling her hand back and – staring into his eyes – licked the palm of her hand before reaching for him again. The sight alone was enough for his member to twitch as soon as she touched it.

"What do you like?" she asked.

He closed his eyes, focusing on not coming too early.

"Just at the end, flick the wrist," he said. She went down and when she was coming up again, near the head, her wrist did a little movement. "Yeah!" he moaned, eyes squeezing shut. "Like that, yes."

Her giggle was cut off by a long, breathless moan when his finger slipped away from her clit due to the wetness, brushing against the hole. He was about to go back to the clit when did another little breathless moan and nodded.

"You can put it inside, if you want," she said.

"Will it hurt you?" he asked.

"Not even a little bit," she promised.

The hole seemed small, so Regulus put just one finger inside at first, surprised at how easily it slipped in before she nodded at him and he slipped a second finger inside, smiling at the warm feeling of her walls squeezing around his fingers. His mind couldn't help but wonder how it would feel to have his cock inside of her tight opening.

He moaned, hips rocking at his imagination and at the feeling of her finger brushing against the head, collecting the leaking pre-cum and spreading it over himself. She moaned when his thumb found her clit with two fingers shoved up inside of her.

"Oh, yes, that's it!" she said, nodding at him eagerly. "You're such a good learner. Oh, Regulus!"

"Say my name again," he begged.

"Regulus!"

"Fuck! Fuck! Luna, I'll --"

He couldn't hold it anymore.

His mind went blank and his eyes rolled back, hips thrusting up sloppily and blindly, releasing all at once. Spurt after spurt of pleasure, making his thighs shake and his body arch with a gasp and a chocked sound that would've been pathetic in any other situation.

When he finally opened his eyes, he felt his embarrassment punch him in the stomach.

There was cum all over Luna's hand, his stomach and – more shameful than anything – there was a line of line on the side of Luna's face. Thankfully, she had been quick enough to turn her face to the other side before her eyes could've been hit.

"Sorry! Sorry!" he said. "I didn't have time to –"

"It's fine, darling. Everything's alright," she said, smiling at him, not caring that his pleasure was just beside her lips. "Now, please, move your fucking fingers inside of me. You feel too good, please."

Regulus' eyes widened, turning to look past her painted face and heaving breasts. Her cunt, open and exposed for him was glistening with pleasure that he hadn't completely given her just yet.

He went back to his ministrations for no more than a few seconds before her hand flew to his wrist, nails sinking into the flesh of his arm as she held him in place (he insisted on moving his thumb though, even if sloppily, to flick her clit a few more times). And she gave a little yelp, too short to be a scream, but loud enough for Regulus' chest to fill with pride.

She sat at once, grabbing him by the hair and pulling him into a deep kiss of all tongue and messy breathing.

As she pulled away, her face was red and there was a thin coat of sweat. Even her eyes were small and hooded.

"Holy shit," she whispered.

"Holy shit is right," he agreed.

She looked at his lips and moaned.

"Alright, don't move," she said.

She lied back on the bed, not moving her hips much to not dislocate his fingers from inside of her, but reached for the bedside table of the inn and opened the small drawers and sighed in relief. She took a paper tissue and sat up again, reaching for his face.

"I dirtied you with your own cum," she teased, cleaning the side of his face. He did a little grimace. "Oh, no complaining! It's not your hair that has cum in it," she scolded.

Slowly, he withdrew his fingers from inside of her, which made her hiss at the loss, but she didn't complain as she closed her legs.

He narrowed his eyes, seeing what she had been talking about.

"I'm truly sorry," he said.

He got up, but quickly sat down again, not trusting his legs to walk too much, so he reached for the other bedside table, ignoring how Luna held back her own giggle as he pulled his underwear back on. He opened the drawer to find the same paper tissues there, so he took some and cleaned Luna's hair for her before cleaning her hand his own stomach.

"Get me some more, please," she said.

He did, offering her the tissues. He watched, interested, as Luna spread her legs a bit to clean herself, then took the paper and took a deep breath before getting up and walking to the bathroom, throwing them away.

He came back to find her lying, naked on the bed, legs closed, but waiting for him. She raised her head when he walked back into the room and smiled.

"Come lie with me a bit, Reggie," she said, using the nickname again.

His nose twitched.

"I really hate being called Reggie," he warned her, but he did walk to the other side of the bed.

She chuckled as he lied beside her.

Luna looked beautiful with her messy hair all frizzy and wild, forming some sort of halo around her, especially when the blonde of it seemed so beautiful in the sun flooding the bedroom in the afternoon. Lying on her side, her breasts were squeezed together and her outline seemed so much more feminine than it usually did in the baggy uniforms – like mountains on an island, something equally as poetic that his post-orgasm brain couldn't think, but even still, he wanted to compare Luna smiling to him, naked and sleepy to some Ancient goddess of love, which would bring him to his knees with a single smile.

"I love you," he said, reaching for hair and tucking some of it behind her ear.

Her smile grew.

"I love you, too."

Alphard smiled as soon as Regulus wandered into Grimmauld Place minutes before dinner with a loopy, but controlled smile and smelling to lavender. The boy didn't even seem to notice his presence at the mudroom as he took off his coat (his shirt was rumpled, but he didn't seem to notice) and hung it at the hook.

"Good day?" Alphard asked, crossing his arms and leaning against the wall.

Regulus jumped, turning to his uncle with wide eyes.

"Uncle Alphard! Wow, you gave me quite the fright!" he said.

"Apologies, apologies," Alphard said, but his smile grew. "You seem happy today."

"Yes. Pandora's cottage will look amazing when she moves in with Xenophilius. It's very well built," he said.

But neither Alphard nor Regulus were stupid. Alphard knew it was a lie and Regulus knew that Alphard was aware of his untruthfulness. The reason to why his lie had been so obvious, however, seemed to confuse him.

"How come you're here for dinner, Uncle? Is this a special date that I don't know about? Warn me beforehand so I can escape," he said, changing the subject.

"Your parents invited me, son. Apparently, your mother was at my flat today for a visit while I was out and my kitchen was empty; I was invited as a way for her to scold me to eat properly," he explained. "Once a sister, always a sister, even when she has her own children to take care of."

"And where were you today?" Regulus asked.

"I could ask you the same question. I feel like our answers will match," he said, raising his eyebrows.

Regulus watched his uncle for a second before looking away. He poked his tongue through his cheek, trying to control his reaction. His heart was doubling its beats, and his hands threatened to tremble.

"Please, don't tell Mother," he whispered.

Alphard rolled his eyes at the dramatic reaction.

"Oh, Regulus. Why would I tell your mother?" he asked. His lip curled in disgust. "There are some matters that I don't think of discussing with my little sister. My sex life and her son's sex life are included in those matters. Don't worry, it's none of my business, as long as you're being careful."

Regulus nodded, looking at the ceiling and blushing, pressing his lips together in a thin line in awkwardness.

Alphard watched as the boy fidgeted, flustered and blushing, hands not tucked into his pockets. Even in his distress, ever the usually polished composure of the Black Heir branded into him, even if it cracked to show just the teenage boy that he was. The slip was unmistakable, and Alphard was glad that it happened in front of him, not anybody else.

"You smell like lavender," Alphard continued, breaking the awkwardness with a teasing grin. "Really, Regulus, you are not screaming heavy magical labour."

Regulus' blush deepened and he cleared his throat. He didn't meet his uncle's eyes as he ran his fingers through his curls that, though smoothed down after the bath he and Luna had taken, was still quite the mess without his comb.

"Well... Pandora allowed me to wash before coming home. She's... she has her own ideas of scents."

"Oh, yes, of course. Pandora and her own scents." Alphard raised his eyebrows.

Even Regulus smiled at that lie, not believing it himself. Usually, he was a much better liar, especially under pressure, but Alphard didn't seem to make him believe he was in danger. Sometimes, he was quite sur that his Uncle Alphard understood him far better than his own parents ever could.

"Yes, I suppose it wasn't my best alibi," Regulus admitted with a chuckle.

Alphard laughed, letting Regulus relax.

"While bathing before coming home was certainly a good idea, I say that next time you choose a less... feminine smell, yes? Lavender isn't something you'll smell in this house. Your mother has a nose for mischief, she'll know. Especially with that shirt of yours – goodness, lad. Did you meet your girlfriend, or did you throw yourself in the eye of a hurricane? You should change for dinner and put on some cologne," he said.

Regulus nodded, starting to walk to the stairs.

Alphard followed him up the stairs and into his bedroom. And while Regulus thought it to be odd and glanced over his shoulder as his uncle walked into his bedroom and closed the door behind him, he said nothing.

"Get a shirt, go to the bathroom and make sure there are no marks near the collars. See if there's not lipstick," Alphard advised, sitting on Regulus' bed to wait for him.

Regulus took a clean shirt and walked to the bathroom, not closing the door all the way so he could hear Alphard, but enough for his uncle wouldn't see him looking at himself in the mirror, making sure Luna had managed to erase all marks with the spell she had created. He saw nothing as he dressed, throwing the dirty, rumpled shirt for the laundry.

He walked out, still smiling.

"I like seeing you like that, smiling truly even to yourself," Alphard said.

Regulus nodded.

"I suppose I am smiling," Regulus muttered, fighting back the urge to let his grin grow.

"You got quite the glow," Alphard winked. Regulus rolled his eyes. "She's being good for you?"

"Yes. Luna helps me a lot. When I'm with her, it's like... everything fades away, you see. It's just about us and all the outside pressure seems to disappear. I'm just Regulus and she's just Luna, and I'm just her boyfriend – I'm jealous like any other boy, I'm angry and I'm happy and I'm just... normal. And Luna understands it. She has no expectations."

Alphard watched him move around the room, searching for his cologne. He seemed thoughtful.

"I suppose that's how it's supposed to feel, right? Not playing a part," Alphard said.

He had said it before, how he didn't feel like the Black Heir with her, he had told his uncle about his confusion over the decision of actually pursuing something serious with Luna when he felt like what he had to offer was not good enough, and Alphard had told him to be careful. Regulus had understood it, finally. He had himself to offer Luna, and that was supposed to be enough if the love was enough. At least in the utopian teenage love that Hogwarts seemed to offer its students.

"I was nervous today of not doing everything right, and she didn't seem to mind if I made mistakes," Regulus said, the idea of mentioning it quite surprising. He had to talk about it to someone, and who better to understand than Alphard? He trusted him. "I don't know what to do next."

"You don't need to know. Just enjoy it," Alphard said, smile widening. "Yes, be careful. Yes, think it through. Don't be reckless or impulsive, but don't overthink it."

"That's what she said," he admitted.

More and more, Regulus admired Luna and her quiet support. Even if he didn't agree with her immediately, she somehow proved herself to be right.

"She's wise, then. If one spends too much time trying to understand where to go, one'll miss the journey itself," Alphard explained, getting off the bed and walking to Regulus. He put a hand on his shoulder and looked into his eyes. "It's alright. You're young, you're in love. You have time, Regulus."

The wording allowed a sense of calmness to settle over him, so Regulus nodded and took a deep breath.

It was alright to not have all the answers all the time. He had time to figure it out.

"Thank you," Regulus said.

"Anytime," he gave a friendly slap on his nephew's shoulder. "Now, let's get going before your mother sends Kreacher to find us. She'll wonder."

Regulus nodded, doing one last attempt of taming his curls in front of the mirror before walking out of the bedroom.

Alphard pointed at the little glass of cologne that he had been searching, which had been in his desk the whole time, out in the open, but he had not seen. Regulus reached for it and quickly spraying some.

Just as Alphard reached for the doorhandle, he turned to his nephew and said over his shoulder:

"Now, really, find a better alibi next time, because 'helping the last details of Pandora's Cottage' with Evan and Xenophilius just wasn't it. I expected more creativity from you," he said, playful tone, but a real warning.

Regulus stifled a groan, but smiled, nonetheless.

"Next time, I'll say I'm with you," he threatened.

"Oh, your mother would have my head if she knew it was a lie. Yes, do it!" Alphard said, not scared of his sister.

CHALLENGE:

As some of you will have read already, I made a lot of the characters here based off Greek Myths (some will remember that some characters have already been compared to Greek Myths here).

Who wants to compare some of the characters with Myths?

Leave in the comments your guesses, because I'll leave hints later on the story. I want to know if you all have noticed any that I have already left.