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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lonqbottom
2008-03-29 06:40 am UTC (link)

Neville was pacing. Or maybe it was more of a steady walk back and forth, back and forth, but he was certainly nervous and excited, or just some sort of impossible combination of the two. He wasn't entirely sure just how excited and nervous one could be before they exploded, but he would soon find out if took Linda a long time to make it to his house. He had spent nearly the entire day cleaning his room, even if it didn't really need cleaning. His cleaning adventures had wandered out to the rest of the house, and Gran had been looking at her grandson as though he had gone completely mad. Earlier that morning he had tried to explain to her, or rather ask for her permission, about Linda coming over, and he had somehow managed to drop his bowl of oatmeal all over the pair of them. She had given him a stern look, but the older woman certainly couldn't be angry with the way her grandson seemed to finally be opening up to those around him, and that there was actually a girl out there who enjoyed his company as much as he deserved. She'd agreed to Linda coming over, of course, and had done the whole "would you like me to make you dinner?" routine. Neville insisted that all they were going to do was talk (he had blushed, knowing that they hadn't even been apart that long, at least not long enough where a long discussion was in order) and nothing else, and then went on with his cleaning.

A few hours, and about a million paces later, Neville had made it to the hallway where the front door was, his arms crossed and his head bobbing softly to some random song he'd had stuck in his head ever since it had been the background to one of his dreams with Linda. Those blasted dreams! They made him feel like a right foul git, but he couldn't help it. Better to have them while he was alone at home, then at least no one had to know about them.

The knock at the door startled Neville, and he stumbled over his slippery stockings as he took two large steps forward and dived to open the door. He pulled it open with all his might and nearly slammed it back against the wall from the force, but the moment he saw Linda he straightened up and grinned almost shyly. "Hi," he mumured, bouncing back so she could enter where it was warm.

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lindyhop
2008-03-29 06:50 am UTC (link)

Linda stood outside the door rather cold and her arms wrapped around herself as she started to zip up her sweater a bit more. She started bouncing on her feet a bit as she waited for someone, anyone, to answer the door. Finally they did get to the door but the door basically flung open. Linda couldn’t help but stifle a laugh as she saw Neville. “Hi Neville,” she grinned at him as she walked in. She placed her hand on his chest and made a quick look around and kissed him softly.

Pulling back she smiled at him. “I missed you,” she said quietly almost as if a whisper and her body was still near him. She let her hand move down his chest and brushed across the top of his pants and pulled her hand away and smiled backing away from him. “So what do you want to do?” She asked him curiously. She wondered if Neville wanted to introduce her to his gran or take her somewhere else.

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lonqbottom
2008-03-29 06:58 am UTC (link)

Neville didn't know why, but seeing her standing there made him happier than he had felt in a long time, even with the holidays around them. There was just something about see this girl that made his heart speed up and slow down at the exact same time, and she made it hard to breathe, but it the best possible ways. He really was lucky to have someone who did that to him, especially when it had been such a short amount of time that they were apart. If he could feel the same way after two days that he could feel after something like two months, it was something special.

"I missed you more," he murmured back, shivering from the quick brush of her fingers on his body. His Gran wasn't around, or at least he didn't think she was, to see the way a simple touch like that could cause him to tremble in such a way, thankfully. What he wanted to do was wrap his arms around her and hug her, tightly, almost as though his life depended on holding on to her in such a way. "Would you like to go upstairs? I reckon my Gran is watching the telly in her room, she's expecting some company too, I think. I cleaned my room. So it's...clean, rather."

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lindyhop
2008-03-29 07:12 am UTC (link)

“No I missed you more,” Linda said with a big grin. Neville was driving her crazy just seeing him was making her heart race and her body tingle. She was craving his touch like she hadn’t had it in months. It was amazing that one boy could do this as she had never felt this before. She made him crave things that she knew she didn’t want to push him into like she had been pushed. Still it didn’t stop her from wanting him as much as she did and she knew it was just the hormones but she couldn’t help it. Neville was cute, he was gorgeous, it was hard to explain.

“Of course I would,” she said taking his hand. “Lead the way to this clean room of yours,” she said with a gentle smirk on her lips. Her eyes dropped to his lips and she just wanted to kiss those again. She wanted to be in his arms. She had never felt like this for someone.

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lonqbottom
2008-03-29 07:25 am UTC (link)

Neville had to use every ounce of control he had to keep from literally running up to his bedroom, but holding onto Linda's hand kept him from sprinting off too quickly. His house almost seemed too big, like there were too many stairs, too many doors that weren't his. It had never seemed this big before, but maybe it just seemed this way because he was finally with Linda, and when he was with her, nothing else around him matter. His entire house could have lost all it's walls and crumpled to the ground, but he wouldn't have noticed as long as his hand was still securely pressed against Linda's warm one.

"It's been pretty quiet around here, except for whenever my Gran and her friends play one of their wonky games I don't understand. Then they can get pretty loud. Is it quiet by you?" he asked curiously, giving her hand a squeeze as he made his way up the stairs and down the wide hallway to his bedroom, which was the open door near the end. Once he had stepped inside and gently pulled Linda with him, he closed the door and clearly his throat softly, giving her a lopsided smile. "And this...is Neville Longbottom's bedroom. Nothing special, really."

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lindyhop
2008-03-29 07:43 am UTC (link)

Linda’s hand in Neville’s felt great; it was keeping her from running up the stairs just to be alone with him. Linda gave his hand a squeeze in return and for once felt like the walk down the hallway was painful and slow. She wanted to be in his arms it was as easy as that. Neville was amazing to her, and she really couldn’t believe how lucky she was to have him. Linda was surprised after all she had done in her romantic past she could have found someone so amazing and innocent. As she thought about his innocence she couldn’t forget the feeling of his hands touching her for the first time.

“Well my house has been quiet, my mum and dad don’t do much. They go to parties now and then, but I have been kept busy dancing. If I thought I was limber before man she has put me into shape.” Linda followed Neville’s lead as he walked down the hall to the open door which had to be his room. As she walked in she smiled taking in what was Neville’s room as he closed the door. “I like it,” she said before leaning towards him and giving him a kiss again. This time the kiss was a bit more deeper than the one she had given him when she first arrived.

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lonqbottom
2008-03-29 07:57 am UTC (link)

Half the time it felt like Neville was living in a dream, one of those wonderful dreams he had where he woke up with a smile on his face and a warmth throughout his body. A lot of the time he didn't even remember what he dreamed about, if it was anything, but when he dreamed of Linda there was always a smile on his face come the morning sunrise. Things like this made him think of couples who were together and happy, like Ginny and Harry, Ron and Hermione. It had always been just Neville, the bloke who was friends with everyone and just sort of bounced in between all the couples, not minding that he didn't have someone to hold hands with. But now he did, and now it was perfect.

The moment Linda started talking about being limber Neville grinned sheepishly and blushed again, tilting his head a bit so he could study her face. "I reckon you must be a fantastic dancer now," he said softly, flicking his eyes towards his door one last time to make sure it really was closed and that he hadn't just imagined closing it. He let one of his arms wrap around Linda's waist the moment she was close to him again, he kissed her back eagerly, nearly forgetting to breathe amidst the excitement. He closed his eyes and sighed softly into her lips happily.

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lindyhop
2008-03-29 08:04 am UTC (link)

Nobody made her feel this great, nobody but Neville. Sure she had boyfriends, flings, one time things but this was much more to her than any of that. She never felt this special, she never felt this wanted. Linda loved this feeling and craved it. The last time she felt like this she had been hurt, but this time she knew it was real. She wouldn’t give this up for the world, because she for once felt loved back the way she loved someone. Linda wasn’t even thinking about the fact that Neville’s gran was downstairs, or if the door was really closed.

“Mmhmm I am a pretty good dancer,” she said with a grin, but right now she was more focused on Neville. His arm was around her and she was moving closer to him. Linda’s hand moved to Neville’s side and slipped around to his back pulling herself closer to him. She closed her eyes and just kissed him, almost forgetting to breathe.

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lonqbottom
2008-03-29 08:24 am UTC (link)

It was almost peculiar that Neville and Linda got on the way they did. He had learned more about her as the days went by and they got more and more chances to talk, but he could always remember that she had dated a few times when they were younger. It blew his mind how a few years could change things so drastically, and for the better. Neville wasn't sure of a lot of things, and a lot of the time he forgot about what he was supposed to be sure of, but this seemed like one of those safe bets, one of those things that was worth taking the plunge with your eyes closed and your arms straight up in the air with no one to catch you.

"Probably the best dancer that I know, really," Neville managed to get out before he started focusing his attention entirely on what was going on with their faces and with their touches. She was most likely the only dancer he knew, really, but that thought had completely flown out the window as her lips drew him in, like a bug to a bright light, a child to a sweet. His movements were still awkward and slightly clumsy, but they were entirely him, who he was, and only him. At least he had figured out the brilliance of this snogging thing, a thought that lead him to smile against her lips.

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lindyhop
2008-03-29 08:43 am UTC (link)

“I’m not so sure you are pretty good yourself,” she said with genuine drive behind it. She completely believed that Neville was a fantastic dancer. Granted she was a bit busy to think about it or even mention it. Linda was loosing herself in his lips and his clumsy touches. Linda never was with someone this clumsy or unsure and for some reason she liked it. The way his hand moved over her it just brought thoughts of where his hands could be.

Linda loved him she knew that but was just scared to tell him. Linda had been Neville’s friend first and one day wondered what it would be like to kiss him. Some how that turned into her falling for him, and honestly she wouldn’t turn back from that. That day in the Herbology greenhouse had taken the friendship to a whole knew level, and she was learning more about him each day.

Breaking from his lips she looked at him for a moment one hand resting on his chest and the other on his side. Linda’s hand slipped nervously down his chest to the top of his jeans. “You are a good kisser you know that.”

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lonqbottom
2008-03-29 08:52 am UTC (link)

"I think I just have my moments where I don't trip over my feet," Neville responded, knowing that, while he did have moments where it seemed like he could actually be a really good dancer, it was just a hobby and something that he did from time to time when he needed to relax. There were many other people who did it more often and were better because of it, but he was happy to just practice every now and again when the mood struck.

Having good feet certainly didn't help with his hands, at least, as they were two completely different things on his body. He could be the best tap dancer and what not, but his hands were still slightly shaky and unsure about where he was supposed to let them rest. He had moved them from her hips to her waist to her back a few different times until he had finally kept them wrapped around her back so he could keep her close. He did think, at least, that he had improved since that incredible day in the greenhouse.

"You're a good kisser," he echoed, taking these few free moments to breathe. One of his hands left her back and came up to caress her face, touching her so softly that he could have been touching fire. "Do you want to sit? On the bed, rather."

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lindyhop
2008-03-29 09:10 am UTC (link)

“Thanks,” she said as she focused on him and his lips and his face. She felt her eyes close when his hand touched her cheek. She didn’t know why but it felt amazing. Linda loved his touch because it sent shivers through her body. It made her feel alive and something she had not felt from someone else. Linda wasn’t sure how to tell Neville how he made her feel.

When he asked if she wanted to sit down on the bed she nodded her head as she opened her eyes. She took his hand and started walking towards his bed. She sat down and sort of pulled him down with her. Looking at Neville she realized this was the first time they had ever been on a bed. Linda’s mind started racing with the possibilities and she even blushed.

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lonqbottom
2008-03-29 09:21 am UTC (link)

Neville couldn't think of anything else to say, but he didn't think anything else was really needed. He wanted to keep touching her face, to memorize, once again, every little detail, the slight arch of her cheeks, the fullness of her lips, the smoothness of her forehead. It wasn't as though he would ever forget just who he was looking at and who was making him feel this way, but enjoyed being that close to her anyway.

Never had his bed seemed like such a sacred haven as much as it did when he was sitting on it with Linda. Alone. His bed. A place where he slept and spent a lot of time daydreaming. He'd never had anyone sit on his bed with that look on their face before, and he caught Linda's blush just in time to blush right back. Suddenly there was such a foreboding sense of possibilities overwhelming him that he nearly jumped up and went to stand on the other side of the room. "What's on your mind?" he asked softly.