Linda Moon (lindyhop) wrote in riddikulus,
@ 2008-03-28 22:22:00

Who: Neville and Linda
What: Visiting
When: Saturday December 20th
Where: Neville's home
Rating: Uh Rish just in case
Status: Incomplete
Summary: Neville and Linda getting nice and close, and Gran ruins it.

Linda was so excited to go visit Neville, it had been on her mind. She couldn’t stop thinking about him especially considering the conversation they had over journals. They had decided that today would be the first visit, and she was lucky she learnt to apparate. Linda was looking at herself in the mirror fixing her red beater type shirt and pulling on a sweater and zipping it up a little. She looked at her jean skirt it was a tad short for the weather but honestly she wanted to give Neville some ideas. She took a check of her butt in the mirror. “Fabulous,” she said with a smirk and picked up some lip gloss dragging it along her lips.

Running down the stairs she yelled, “Bye mum, bye dad. I will be back later, going to Neville’s.” They told her to behave and that they expected Linda to invite Neville over. She waved good bye and apparated to Neville’s front door. She brushed her curls from her face and knocked on the door. Okay now she was nervous.

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lindyhop
2008-04-02 03:35 am UTC (link)

Linda couldn’t believe how this was turning out. She had not dreamed of coming over and having this happen, well she had but she didn’t think it would happen today. Linda had been dying to touch Neville and have him touch her. Linda was craving to be close to him and she was getting her chance.

After kicking her skirt off her feet she looked at him as he was pulling off his jumper. She helped him a little and when his head was free she used her lips to touch his. Linda ran her hand along his bare skin and moved her hand down to his pants. She fumbled with the button. Linda began to wonder if he would even attempt the bar.

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lonqbottom
2008-04-02 04:02 am UTC (link)

So far, so good. There wasn't anything to drop, and Neville was beyond thankful that they were on his bed and not standing up somewhere. If he had to use his legs to hold his weight he probably would have fallen over long ago or knocked something over. Then his Gran really would have come running to see what he had broken this time. The thought made him grin slightly, he couldn't help but let the jubilation of the moment read onto his face. He wasn't entirely sure on just what was going to happen once all this clothing was out of the way, but that was the exciting part.

The room suddenly got a lot chillier once that jumper was out of the way, though Neville's skin was still warm and tingling so much that it could have been on fire for all he knew. It was strange how something could be both warm and chilly at the same time, but it was still exhilarating. Once her hands went to his trousers he sighed softly and tried to figure out this...bra. Could he just rip it? No, that wouldn't work. He was pondering the ways to get it off, staring at her chest, while still trying to squirm out of his trousers.

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lindyhop
2008-04-02 04:10 am UTC (link)

Linda’s body trembled from the temperature that was continuously fluctuating. Her hands were attempting to get the button undone and when she finally did she gasped as if she had not been breathing. She helped him squirm out of his pants and used her feet to push them down to get them off him. Her hand ran down over his butt she couldn’t help it because his butt was so squeezable.

As his hand fumbled with her bra she chuckled. “Love try the back,” she said as she ran a finger along the elastic of his boxers. She was very curious as to how he would react once those came off. Linda’s body was truly anticipating this.

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lonqbottom
2008-04-02 04:20 am UTC (link)

Merlin's uncle. Now he was in this one bit of clothing that he never walked around in when he was alone, much less when he was at Hogwarts or in the presence of others. Usually he always had a certain amount of clothing on, but there was something that made him feel free without those trousers on. He let out a little squeak when she grabbed his bum. Now that was a curious feeling, but he certainly wasn't going to tell her to not do it again.

The back. Right! Neville used both of his hands to slide against the soft velvet that was her skin until they were both between her back and the bed. There was some sort of clasp there, and he pulled it curiously. To his surprise it opened and he couldn't help but grin in victory. He pulled the offending material away from her skin and tried not to stare as he positioned himself on her gently, wanting to feel her flesh against his for a moment before the two remaining articles of clothing that they had on disappeared. He thought he heard something, something that sounding like a floorboard groaning. "Did you hear..." his voice trailed off, but he shook his head, deciding that he was hearing things, and leaned down to kiss Linda again, gently pressing his hips down into her.

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lindyhop
2008-04-02 04:33 am UTC (link)

She had never been this unclothed in front of Neville before and as she was laying there she was worried about what he would think when he pulled off the bra. As his hands slipped down behind her back she wondered if he would get it, and when he did he knew he had to have a look of triumph on his face. As she looked at him she saw it, victory was written on his face. Then he was looking and she wondered what he thought but wasn’t about to ask.

“No,” she said quickly in a soft whisper as he moved in to a position on top of her. She felt his hips roll into her own and she made a soft sound. Her hands moving along his back as she kissed him and pushed her hips back up at him. She felt like she was on cloud nine nothing could ruin this. No, nothing could. Linda was completely focused on his lips and the feeling developing from his hips touching her.

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lonqbottom
2008-04-02 04:48 am UTC (link)

Neville was thinking nothing but wonderful thoughts about Linda. Many, many wonderful thoughts, at that, each one was better than the next. She was beautiful, she was soft, and she smelt unbelievably amazing. So many new things to attack his senses at one time, but he welcomed each one with an eagerness that he had never shown for anything else, even plants. The way he was eager for Herbology was on a different spectrum than how he was eager for Linda, and everything to do with Linda.

He was just getting into the kiss, starting to understand and enjoy the way their hips were pressing down against each other, something that felt brilliant even with the little bit of clothing that was hindering them from doing that his entire body seemed to scream at him to do, but he didn't want to rush things. He wanted to remember this for what it was, and that meant not rushing. If he had been paying attention, he would have heard the groaning of the floorboards get louder. He would have heard the footsteps. He would have heard the turning of the doorknob, and he certainly would have noticed the way his door slid open at the exact moment he got daring and thrust his hips downward into Linda.

But when he felt another person staring at him, he immediately broke his lips apart from Linda and turned his neck. There, in the doorway, was his Gran. Staring at him with a look on her face that he couldn't read.

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lindyhop
2008-04-02 04:59 am UTC (link)

Linda was lost in Neville’s lips, and loving the feeling of being this close to him. She was craving his touch and craving things to move onward, but she didn’t want things to rush. She wanted this to be amazing, she wanted Neville to look fondly back on his first time unlike she did. She wanted to think of Neville as the best yet. Linda was so focused on the amazing feelings that were bubbling up in her body that she wasn’t noticing the noises asides from the ones she made. She was one hundred percent focused on Neville and those god sends called hips rubbing against him. Linda had been without for sometime, not that she didn’t mind waiting but it didn’t stop her from wanting it. She felt him thrust his hips down on her and groaned a little, this was making her crave things more.

When the door opened she didn’t notice it, and wouldn’t have until Neville’s lips broke away from her. She turned her head wondering what was up. “Wha…” She saw why Neville stopped and she made a noise as she moved to get Neville out of the way and pull a blanket up over her. Linda wanted to hide, she had never met the woman and here she was basically naked with her grandson. Linda wanted to die, as she turned bright red and attempted to get a blanket.

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lonqbottom
2008-04-02 06:53 am UTC (link)

Several things seemed to happen at one time, before Neville had even realized things had changed. The first was that he could nearly feel the burning stare of his Gran's gray eyes glancing at him from head to toe. The second was that he realized, almost as soon as the door had opened, that he was clad in very little clothing and that, even though his Gran had raised him from such a young age, he didn't want her to see him nearly starkers. It just didn't work that way. The third thing that seemed to happen at the same time was Linda grabbing for a blanket and Neville struggling to lift his body up and off of her. This did not lead to a perfectly planned fib about just talking on his bed, for he was suddenly tumbling sideways off the mattress and smacking his head into the night table.

"Bloody hell," he swore in a loud whisper, reaching up to rub at the spot on the back of his head that was aching in pain. He hoped that the thing in his boxers that had been entirely too excited before hadn't been too obvious to his Gran as he fell, and he also hoped that she hadn't been standing there long enough to see his rather frisky thrust of the hips. The only thing that greeted his two words was silence for a few long moments, but he could still sense his Gran trying to glance at him on the floor parallel to the door, behind the bed. Why was she still standing there?! Neville prayed the shagging talk wasn't coming.

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lindyhop
2008-04-02 07:11 am UTC (link)

The air in the room was tense, and for Linda it felt like time had seriously slowed. She had just been caught with Neville on top of her by his grandmother. Did she see him thrust; did she hear the noise that Linda had made? She was horrified, which was why she had made a lot of effort to get the blanket which had resulted in Neville falling off the bed. “I’m sorry,” she squeaked out and leaned across the bed to see that Neville was okay.

Looking back at the door she hoped his grandmother would leave. She wanted to make sure Neville was okay, but if she dropped the blanket she would be showing his grandmother more of herself than needed for a first meeting or ever. She hoped she would leave and not lecture them, how embarrassing would that be.

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lonqbottom
2008-04-02 07:26 am UTC (link)

That spot on the back of Neville's head really was going to drive him mad if it didn't stop aching like that. Oh, how he wished the aching would stop, though not as much as he wished his Gran would leave. He couldn't really see her, but he could sense the she was still there, and he hadn't heard the door close, something that would have signaled that she was gone. He glanced up from the floor as Linda's face hovered over the bed and he offered her a smile, not wanting her to think he was angry.

Slowly, but surely, Neville got up off his back and peered over his bed, letting just the top of his head pop up, almost as though he were some sort of animal stalking its pray and waiting to attack. He stared directly at his Gran and was startled to see that she didn't look angry. On the contrary, she looked rather amused, as though she had just walked in on anyone else doing this. Neville had expected anger, shouting, fights and lies, but instead the older woman actually looked as though she was going to laugh!

"Oh, well, I thought you had a guest over, Neville. It's a pleasure to meet you," Augusta Longbottom spoke, looking at Linda and nodding her head. "I've just taken a pie out if you pair would like a piece. It's warm and fresh," she continued in a tone that was way too casual for the current situation. She turned to leave the room, but before the door could close she slipped her head back in. "Oh, and Neville? I'm glad you've found means of entertainment over the holiday. Spot on, and good luck!" And with that, the door closed.

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lindyhop
2008-04-02 07:36 am UTC (link)

Pleased to see the smile of Neville she looked up again at his grandmother who was still standing in the doorway, but at least looking amused. Had this been her own mother she would have had a stern talking to and would have been dragged out of the room, as she was, to be given a talking too. The mere thought made her cringe, but she was pleased this was more, well pleasant for lack of a better word.

Neville popped up to look at his Grandmother who was now introducing herself. “Hi,” she said awkwardly as she waved. “I’m Linda.” Well supposed that was obvious. Linda just continued to nod her head to what she was saying, hoping that this would just stop. Pie was nice, but getting dressed and talking about this with Neville was a tad more important.

The last comment said by Augustus made her laugh though, Linda found it highly amusing. She flopped back on Neville’s bed laughing a loudly before sitting back up and kissing Neville. “I’m sorry hun, but that was funny, horrifyingly awkward but funny.” She placed her hand on his head and kissed his forehead. “Is your head okay? I’m sorry.” She knew that her kiss had not landed near the wound but hoped it would help.

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lonqbottom
2008-04-02 07:53 am UTC (link)

Neville was pleased that his Gran had been nice to Linda, and that Linda had been able to say something to the older woman, for he couldn't get a single word out the entire time she was in there. How was he supposed to remember how to speak when his Gran had just interrupted something so private and personal? He could only imagine walking in on her doing something similar, though he didn't really want to think about that, just in case it fried his brain forever and gave him nightmares that would never go away. That was just frightening, and Neville visibly made a face.

Once he heard the door close, after that last comment which had made his face turn a dangerous red colour, he slowly started to crawl back onto the bed and accepted Linda's kiss. For a moment he couldn't even speak, he was so mortified. Why would it have been Ginny? Harry? Ron? Anyone else, really! He was almost afraid to get too close to Linda out of fear that Gran would come bounding back in. "Wow," he mumured, reaching back and scratching his head. "I reckon I should have done some sort of locking charm."

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lindyhop
2008-04-02 08:00 am UTC (link)

Linda could understand why Neville was so quiet, had it been her mother she would have been completely mortified. She couldn’t help it but laugh at the moment perhaps because she felt awkward or something. Linda was horrified inside, but yet she was trying to remain calm about it. She figured she had just made the worst impression on his grandmother ever, and there was nothing she could do to get a good image back. She was caught in the act of potentially deflowering her grandson. Linda did not want to think about it.

Wow pulled her from her thoughts and she smiled at him. “Yeah I suppose we should have, but no matter.” She said sitting there with the blanket still around her. “But it is okay, no harm right well aside for your head.”

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lonqbottom
2008-04-02 08:19 am UTC (link)

Neville didn't know if he should feel angry with his Gran or not, but that almost seemed unfair. She could have been mean to him and demanded that Linda leave right away and that he was never to see her again, or she could have prolonged his agony and actually wandered into his room and struck up conversation with the scantily clad pair. Even if Neville was annoyed that whatever was going to happened had been interrupted, he couldn't be angry at his Gran for it. Maybe it was just some sort of sign that right now wasn't the perfect time. Of course he thought anytime could have been the perfect time, but that was just how he worked it out in his head.

Despite the fact that he was blushing, he was still smiling slightly at Linda, now able to make a face that didn't include wincing or frowning. "That could have gone a lot worse, yeah," he agreed, moving his hand up to itch at the spot he had bumped. "I reckon it will be fine in a few moments." The last word was interrupted by a chuckle that slipped out, and for some reason Neville suddenly found the entire thing funny.

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lindyhop
2008-04-02 08:29 am UTC (link)

“Yeah it could have gone a lot worse,” she nodded her head as she shifted closer to Neville. She was glad he was finding amusement in the situation as it was the best way of looking and coping with the situation. Linda ran her fingers through her mope of curly hair as she looked at him, causing the blanket to drop just to her waist. “So, should we go down for the pie? Or did you want to just lay here with me. I am happy with snuggling, considering the moment is sort of gone with the other alternative.”

Linda looked up at him and leaned forward to him to give him a soft kiss. “You are sweet you know that,” she said this and almost went on to say she loved him but she held it back. Neville meant so much to her, but she didn’t want to make the situation anymore awkward than it was.

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