SUN & MOON - Luna & Theo (HP)

Welcome to my favorite characters.

We are following paralell to my main fanfiction, ME AND THE DEVIL.

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Theodore sat at his cluttered desk, the weight of another mundane day pressing down on him. He shuffled through the stack of letters with a weary sigh, his gaze drifting until it landed on one bearing the Ministry of Magic's official seal. With trembling fingers, he broke the wax seal and began to read.

Theodore Nott

[Berkhamsted]

Dear Mr. Nott,

We write to inform you that in accordance with the Forced Marriage Act of 2002, you have been selected to participate in a binding magical union.

This act, designed to ensure the stability and prosperity of the wizarding community, necessitates the pairing of eligible individuals for the purpose of procreation and social cohesion.

After careful consideration of various factors, including magical aptitude, blood purity, and familial ties, we have determined that your lifelong partner will be Luna Lovegood.

A formal ceremony will be arranged to solemnize this union. Further details regarding the date, time, and location of the ceremony will be provided in due course.

Please be advised that any attempt to circumvent or disobey the provisions of the Forced Marriage Act will result in severe penalties.

Yours sincerely,

Penelope Puffington Plimpton

Head of the Forced Marriage Act Division

Ministry of Magic

As the words sank in, his breath caught in his throat. The Ministry Marriage Act... and he was to be paired with Luna Lovegood. Luna, with her ethereal beauty and gentle spirit, had haunted his dreams for years. A surge of emotions overwhelmed him, and he flung the letter aside, collapsing to his knees.

"Luna! Of all people, they've paired me with Luna. How can this be real?"

Tears streamed down his face, unchecked, his sobs echoing through the empty room. He clutched his chest, as if that physical ache could alleviate the emotional turmoil within.

"Why now, when I've longed for her from afar, never daring to hope? How can I face her, knowing my heart has belonged to her all this time?"

He crumpled onto the floor, his emotions spilling out in a torrent of despair and reluctant hope. The thought of her being bound to him by law, rather than choice, tore at his soul. Yet amidst the chaos, a flicker of joy ignited. Perhaps, just perhaps, fate had finally intervened in his favor.

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Luna hummed softly as she arranged fresh flowers in a vase, the vibrant colors brightening her cozy cottage. The air was thick with the intoxicating scent of blooming herbs, mingling harmoniously with the earthy aroma of the wooden beams that framed her home. It was a tranquil morning, the sunlight streaming through the windows, casting playful shadows on the floor.

As she placed the last flower delicately in the vase, her gaze landed on an official-looking letter resting on the table, its seal glinting in the morning light. Intrigued, she approached and opened it calmly, her curiosity piqued.

The words danced before her eyes as she read through the details of the Ministry Marriage Act. Her heart skipped a beat as she realized she had been paired with Theodore Nott. Her eyes lingered on his name, a mixture of surprise and contemplation washing over her. Thoughts of him, with his dark hair and brooding intensity, flickered in her mind like the delicate petals she had just arranged.

With a soft sigh, she set the letter aside, a serene smile gracing her lips. The news settled within her like a gentle wave, and she resumed her day without a hint of distress, her expression thoughtful yet untroubled.

"Theodore Nott... this could be interesting," she mused aloud, her voice light with the possibilities. "Perhaps the universe has a plan for us, a chance to weave something beautiful from this unexpected turn of events."

She moved on to feed her various magical creatures, her calm acceptance of the news a testament to her unshakeable faith in the mysteries of life. Each creature, from the fluffy Niffler to the curious Crumple-Horned Snorkack, seemed to sense her tranquil energy, responding with playful antics that filled the room with warmth.

As she sprinkled food into their bowls, her thoughts drifted back to Theodore. What kind of man would he be as a partner? She had seen glimpses of his complexity, a mix of shadows and depth that intrigued her. This pairing could unravel a tapestry of unforeseen moments, perhaps revealing a bond that transcended the circumstances of their union.

The morning wore on, filled with laughter from her creatures and the sweet melodies of nature outside. She tended to her garden, feeling the earth beneath her fingertips, each task grounding her in the present while the future spun with possibilities. In her heart, she felt a stirring of hope—maybe this unexpected turn was merely the beginning of a new chapter, one that could lead to something wondrous.

With the sun rising higher in the sky, sheturned her gaze towards the horizon, her spirit light and ready for whatever the universe had in store.

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He approached her cottage, his heart pounding like a drum in his chest. He gripped a bouquet of wildflowers tightly, their vibrant colors a stark contrast to his swirling nerves. How had he ended up here, on the brink of sharing tea with the woman he had adored from afar for what felt like a lifetime? The thought both exhilarated and terrified him. He raised a trembling hand and knocked gently on the door, his breath catching in his throat.

"Good morning, Luna," he said shyly, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Good morning, Theodore," she replied, her tone as calm and airy as ever, wrapping around him like a warm embrace.

Her enchanting smile lit up her face, and she motioned gracefully towards the open door. "Please, come inside."

Oh he would definitely definitely come inside.

He was so fucked. She looked like a goddess—Botticelli himself couldn't have captured her essence more perfectly. The familiar pang of longing surged within him; he had spent too many years pining for her in secret during their Hogwarts days, terrified that someone might swoop in and steal her away. It was a fear that had haunted him, and now it gripped him anew.

Stepping into the cozy cottage, he took in the colorful, eclectic decor that seemed to dance with life. The gentle hum of magical creatures flitted through the air, adding an enchanting backdrop to the moment. His nerves buzzed like the wings of a fluttering creature, a mix of elation and terror coursing through him as he followed her deeper inside.

They moved to a small sitting area, inviting and warm, adorned with plush cushions that beckoned him to relax. Curious knick-knacks—each with its own story—filled the space, a testament to her whimsical spirit. He felt an odd sense of comfort here, yet the weight of his feelings pressed heavily on his chest, making him acutely aware of how much he had to lose.

As he settled into the chair opposite her, he couldn't help but steal glances, captivated by her ethereal presence. This was a moment he had yearned for, and yet he felt unworthy, a mere mortal in the presence of a celestial being. 

"I made tea. Would you like some?" sheasked, her voice light and inviting.

"That... that would be lovely, thank you," he stammered, feeling his cheeks heat with a sudden warmth.

She returned with a delicate tray, setting it down gently on the table between them. She poured the tea with a graceful precision, the fragrant steam curling upwards like a whispered promise. He watched her, utterly captivated by the fluidity of her movements, each one an enchanting dance.

"I was delighted to hear that you would be my partner," she said, handing him a cup. "And I must say, you look even better than you did in school."

He could only stare, his face burning a deep crimson. The compliment hung in the air, a sweet surprise that filled him with disbelief and overwhelming joy. He opened his mouth to respond but found himself utterly speechless, the weight of her words settling like a gentle warmth in his chest.

"Thank you, Luna. That means... more than you know," he finally managed to say, his voice barely above a whisper.

Her smile widened, her eyes sparkling with that familiar dreamy light that always seemed to promise adventure. They sipped their tea in a comfortable silence, the initial awkwardness slowly giving way to a tentative but hopeful connection. In the cozy embrace of her cottage, a new chapter in their lives began to unfold—one guided by fate and fueled by the promise of something beautifully unexpected.

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Standing in a Ministry office—of all places—to be forcefully wed, he should have been consumed by resentment. Yet, instead, his heart swelled with an emotion he couldn't quite name. Before him stood his beautiful princess, adorned in a gown that captured the very essence of the forest. The dress, a breathtaking tapestry of green and gold, flowed around her like leaves dancing in a gentle breeze. She appeared as if she had stepped out of a fairy tale, a divine gift from the gods, radiating a light that made the sterile surroundings fade into oblivion.

He couldn't tear his eyes away from her. Luna Lovegood, the woman he had secretly adored for years, appeared even more ethereal than he had ever dared to imagine. Her serene smile and the effortless grace with which she moved made his heart ache with a bittersweet longing. He knew he should be grappling with the absurdity of being forced into marriage by the Ministry, but all he could focus on was her.

He had made a concerted effort to look his best for this surreal occasion. His tailored robes fit him perfectly, accentuating his lean frame and lending him a distinguished air. Once the quiet observer who blended into the background, today he stood tall and confident. Yet, if she noticed the transformation, she gave no indication; her dreamy eyes were fixed on some distant wonder that only she could perceive.

As the official began the ceremony, reading from the parchment in a monotonous tone, his mind drifted back to their days at Hogwarts. He recalled the countless moments he had watched her from a distance, her unique presence illuminating even the darkest corners of the castle. He had kept his feelings buried, fearful that voicing them would invite someone else to claim her heart.

Yet here they stood, bound together in a cold, impersonal office by the whims of the Ministry. He should have felt trapped, but instead, an unexpected sense of hope blossomed within him. Perhaps this twist of fate was the universe's way of offering him a chance he had never dared to imagine.

As the ceremony unfolded, he stole another glance at her. Their eyes met, and she smiled—a warm, genuine smile that sent his heart racing. In that fleeting moment, the sterile confines of the Ministry office faded away, leaving only the two of them, poised on the brink of something new and beautiful.

He took a deep breath, a smile breaking across his face as his resolve solidified. Regardless of the circumstances that had brought them here, he was determined to seize this opportunity. After all, he was finally standing next to his enchanting princess, and for the first time, he allowed himself to entertain the possibility that this forced union could blossom into the fairy tale he had long dared to dream of.

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As the newlywed couple left the Ministry office, an electric tension hung in the air during their journey to Nott Manor. The estate loomed ahead, its grandeur both intimidating and breathtaking. Towering trees framed the path, their branches whispering secrets as if aware of the significant life change taking place. Despite the excitement bubbling just beneath the surface, an undercurrent of nervousness coursed through him, making his palms clammy.

When they finally arrived, house-elves darted forward to take their belongings, their movements swift and efficient. He led her through the grand entrance, a heavy wooden door that creaked open to reveal an interior just as imposing as the exterior. The high ceilings arched above them, adorned with intricate moldings that spoke of centuries past. Ornate chandeliers cast a warm glow, illuminating the vast space, yet the grandeur felt almost oppressive. 

As they moved through the expansive corridors, each step echoed against the marble floors, amplifying the weight of the moment. His heart raced; he felt as if he were walking through a museum of their future, filled with unspoken possibilities and uncertainties. He glanced at her, who seemed to absorb it all with her characteristic calmness, her eyes wide with wonder. She took in the rich tapestries that lined the walls and the portraits of ancestors who watched them with silent scrutiny.

"Welcome to our home," he said, his voice betraying a mixture of pride and anxiety.

She turned to him, a soft smile breaking across her face. "It's beautiful, Theodore. So full of history."

"Just like us, I suppose," he replied, attempting a light-heartedness he didn't quite feel.

Their footsteps led them to a grand sitting room, where plush sofas and a roaring fireplace invited them to sit and unwind. As they settled into the plush cushions, the weight of their marriage began to sink in. The silence was thick with unspoken thoughts, a mixture of anticipation and the enormity of what lay ahead.

"Are you okay?" she asked, breaking the silence as she searched his eyes.

"I'm... I don't know. It feels surreal," he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. "I never thought I'd be here, married to you."

She leaned forward, her expression earnest. "Neither did I, but maybe this is an opportunity for us to create something special. Together."

His heart swelled at her words. He realized that amidst the uncertainty, there was a flicker of hope. Perhaps this unexpected union was not merely a bureaucratic obligation but a chance to forge a deeper connection. 

As they shared tentative smiles, the grandeur of Nott Manor transformed from a daunting backdrop into a canvas for their new life, filled with potential and the promise of adventure.

"I've prepared separate wings for us," he said, his voice barely masking his anxiety. "I thought it might be more comfortable that way."

She paused, her brow furrowing delicately as she processed his words. She looked at him with those wide, inquisitive eyes that seemed to see right through his defenses. "Separate wings?" she repeated, confusion lacing her tone.

"Yes," he replied, feeling a knot tighten in his stomach. "I didn't want to presume... I thought you might prefer some space."

She tilted her head slightly, contemplating his response. "I find it odd to be separated from each other," she said at last. "We are married now, after all. Shouldn't we at least be in the same wing of the house?"

His surprise flickered across his features. He had been so focused on respecting her boundaries and ensuring her comfort that he hadn't considered her perspective. "You'd prefer to stay in the same wing?" he asked, his voice laced with cautious hope.

Her smile was gentle and reassuring, illuminating the room like the first rays of dawn. "Yes, Theodore. I think it would be lovely to be close to one another. We're beginning a new life together, and it feels right to share our space, even if it's just to get to know each other better."

The tension in his chest began to ease, replaced by a burgeoning warmth. Her words resonated deeply within him, igniting a spark of excitement. Perhaps this unexpected journey was not just about fulfilling obligations; it could also be about building a connection, discovering the intricacies of each other's lives, and weaving their dreams into a shared tapestry.

"Then let's stay together," he said, his voice steadying. "I'd like that very much."

Her smile widened, and in that moment, he felt the weight of his earlier anxieties lift. Together, they would navigate this new chapter, side by side, turning uncertainty into possibility. "Let's find a part of the house that we can both call home."

They walked side by side, their footsteps echoing softly through the vast halls of the manor. He guided her toward a section of the house that seamlessly blended elegance with warmth, sunlight pouring through tall windows and casting a soft glow on the tasteful decor. He led her to a suite of rooms that were thoughtfully designed, with adjoining spaces that featured a cozy sitting area—an inviting blend of privacy and connection.

"This should be suitable," he said, keenly observing her reaction. "We can each have our own space while still being close enough to share our days together."

Her eyes lit up with approval, and a smile spread across her face. "This is perfect, Theodore. Thank you for taking my feelings into account."

A wave of relief washed over him, lifting the weight of uncertainty that had lingered on his shoulders. As they began to settle into their new wing of the manor, a flicker of optimism ignited within him. Despite the unusual circumstances that had bound them together, he sensed the potential for something truly beautiful to blossom between them—an unexpected partnership that could transform into a shared adventure.

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Every time Theo returned to Nott Manor, he was met with a sight that never failed to warm his heart. No matter how late it was, she was always there, standing at the entrance of her door, a serene smile lighting up her face as she waited for him."Goodnight, Theodore," she would say softly, her voice like a gentle melody in the quiet of the night.At first, he had been surprised by her consistent presence. He had expected herto be indifferent or absorbed in her own world, but she seemed genuinely happy to see him each time he came back. It became a ritual he found himself looking forward to, the thought of her waiting for him acting as a beacon during the darkest moments of his missions.

One particularly exhausting night, after a grueling day filled with encounters that had tested his resolve, he stumbled into the manor, his body aching and mind heavy with fatigue. As he approached their wing of the house, there she was, as always, waiting for him with that same peaceful expression, like a soothing balm for his weary soul.

"Goodnight, Theodore," she greeted him, her eyes twinkling with warmth.

"Goodnight, Luna," he replied, his voice filled with gratitude that he struggled to articulate.

He paused, an urge rising within him to say more, to express the comfort and joy her presence brought him. But the words caught in his throat, so he simply smiled, hoping she could read the appreciation in his gaze.As he closed the door to his room each night, a profound sense of peace settled over him. 

Her consistent kindness and gentle presence were becoming anchors in his life, grounding him in a way he had never experienced before. Each "goodnight" was a delicate thread weaving them closer together, creating a bond neither had anticipated but both had come to cherish.

Their life at Nott Manor, filled with these quiet moments, began to feel less like an arrangement forced upon them and more like a partnership blossoming in its own unique way. 

With each mission and each return, he found himself increasingly drawn to the idea that this strange twist of fate had given him something truly precious.

The rhythm of their days at the manor continued, and with each passing moment, he found himself more captivated by her. His fascination with her grew steadily, filling the empty spaces in his heart he had long thought irreparable.

She possessed an ethereal beauty that seemed almost otherworldly, as if Merlin himself had plucked pieces of his finest art to create her. Every part of her—from the way her hair caught the light to the gentle curve of her smile—was a masterpiece that he couldn't help but admire. He often found himself staring at her, entranced, unable to look away.

Creep.

At meals, he would sneak glances at her across the table, marveling at how she seemed to exist in her own serene world. Her wide, curious eyes held a depth that beckoned him to explore, and she moved with an effortless grace that felt almost magical. 

Every gesture was imbued with a kind of quiet enchantment that made him forget the world outside.One evening, as they sat together in the library—Luna engrossed in a book and he pretending to read—he couldn't help but watch her. The soft glow of the fireplace cast a warm light on her face, highlighting her delicate features and the gentle rhythm of her breathing. 

She looked up suddenly, catching his gaze, and smiled."What are you thinking about, Theodore?" she asked, her voice breaking the comfortable silence.

Caught off guard, he felt his cheeks warm, embarrassed to have been staring. "Just... how peaceful you look," he admitted, his voice faltering slightly.

Her smile widened, illuminating the room with her radiant spirit. "I'm glad you think so. Peace is important, don't you think?"

He nodded, feeling a swell of emotion he couldn't quite name. "Yes, it is."

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Life at Nott Manor had settled into a gentle rhythm, yet for him, it was anything but ordinary. Each day, his fascination with her deepened, evolving into an intense longing to connect with her on a deeper level. He yearned to reach out and touch her hand, to hold her close, and to share the torrent of emotions swirling within him. This desire was both exhilarating and torturous, a constant push and pull that left him breathless.

Every time he returned from a mission, the hardened facade he wore as a protector and killer began to crack the moment he stepped inside the manor. The calm, controlled exterior that he maintained in the outside world faded away, leaving him exposed and vulnerable in her presence. It was astonishing how a simple smile from her could unravel him completely, turning him into a bundle of nerves. 

He would often catch himself lost in thought, imagining what it would be like to share not just the space but the moments of his life with her—laughing together, confiding secrets, or simply enjoying the quiet companionship that came with being near her. The idea of moving beyond the confines of their forced arrangement filled him with both hope and anxiety, but the fear of jeopardizing what they had kept him rooted in uncertainty.

One evening, after a particularly grueling mission, he stepped into Nott Manor, his body weary and aching. But as always, she was there, waiting for him at the entrance to her door. Her presence was like a balm to his soul, her serene smile radiating warmth and comfort that washed away the fatigue of the day.

"Goodnight, Theodore," she said softly, her voice a soothing melody that seemed to chase away the shadows lingering in his mind.

"Goodnight, Luna," he replied, striving to keep his voice steady despite the whirlwind of emotions churning inside him.

As he walked past her, their hands brushed briefly—a fleeting connection that sent an electric shiver down his spine. He paused, heart racing, and turned to meet her gaze. Those wide, curious eyes of hers seemed to penetrate his defenses, unearthing the turmoil he fought so hard to conceal.

"Are you alright, Theodore?" she asked, concern lacing her gentle tone.

He swallowed hard, wrestling with his thoughts as he tried to maintain his composure. "Yes, I'm fine. Just tired."

She held his gaze for a lingering moment, her expression thoughtful. "Rest well," she said, a hint of encouragement in her voice.

He nodded in return, turning away with a mix of relief and frustration. As he made his way to his room, his mind raced with the intensity of his feelings for her. Once behind the safety of his closed door, he let out a shaky breath and ran a hand through his hair. The longing he felt for her was overwhelming, a fire simmering just beneath the surface, and the struggle to keep it hidden left his nerves frayed and on edge.

He wanked off at the shower obviously. 

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Every day spent near her was both a blessing and a challenge for him. He yearned to hold her, to demonstrate just how deeply he cared, but the fear of scaring her away or jeopardizing the fragile bond they were building kept him at bay. He found himself trapped in a tormenting cycle of longing and restraint, each day amplifying his emotions and the weight of his desire.

He knew he couldn't continue this way indefinitely. He needed to find a way to bridge the gap between them, to convey his true feelings without overwhelming her. But how could he express himself when just being in her presence turned him into a bundle of nerves?

That night, as he lay in bed, he resolved to take things slowly, to cherish every moment they shared and allow their relationship to blossom naturally. He would wait for the right time, the perfect moment to express his love. Until then, he would savor the smiles, the gentle touches, and the quiet goodnights that had become the most cherished parts of his life.

And maybe, just maybe, she would come to feel the same way about him. The thought filled him with hope, a delicate flicker that illuminated the shadows of his uncertainty.

The more time he spent with her, the more his longing for her grew. It was almost unbelievable to him, a man who had seen and done so much, that he was still a virgin. The thought of initiating anything with her filled him with a paralyzing fear of failure. Yet, the desire to be closer to her was too strong to ignore.

One afternoon, she was in the kitchen, baking biscuits. The warm, sweet aroma enveloped the space, creating a comforting atmosphere that felt like home. He stood in the doorway, watching her with a blend of admiration and nervous anticipation. He knew it was time to express his feelings, but mustering the courage felt like an insurmountable task.

Taking a deep breath, he summoned every ounce of bravery and stepped forward. "My moon," he began, his voice trembling slightly, "I... I would like to kiss you, if you would allow me."

The words tumbled out before he could second-guess himself, his heart pounding in his chest. She paused, her hands dusted with flour, and regarded him with an intensity that made time feel suspended. Anxiety surged through him as he wondered if he had made a mistake.

Finally, a soft smile spread across her face, her eyes twinkling with a mix of curiosity and warmth. "Alright, Theodore," she replied, her voice calm and soothing.

He took a tentative step closer, feeling as if the world around him had faded away. He leaned in, and when their lips met, a surge of emotion flooded through him. The kiss was tender yet electric, infused with all the longing and love he had kept hidden for so long. In that moment, everything else fell away; it was just the two of them, lost in a profound connection he had never experienced before.

She responded with equal tenderness, her touch gentle and reassuring. The kiss unfolded beautifully, more than he had dared to hope for. When they finally pulled away, he searched her eyes, feeling an overwhelming sense of gratitude and awe.

"Thank you," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion.

She smiled, her expression serene and knowing. "I've been waiting for you to make a move, Theodore. I'm glad you finally did." 

His heart soared at her words. The fear and uncertainty that had plagued him melted away, replaced by a newfound confidence. He realized that, despite his inexperience, he could be the partner she needed. Their journey together was just beginning, and for the first time, he felt truly hopeful about their future.

As they stood in the kitchen, the aroma of freshly baked biscuits surrounding them, he knew that he had taken the first step towards building something beautiful with her. And in that moment, he was filled with a sense of peace and happiness he had never known before.

That night, as he lay in bed, his mind replayed the kiss they had shared in the kitchen. His heart was still racing from the thrill of it, and he found it difficult to calm his thoughts. The manor was quiet, the only sounds were the soft rustle of leaves outside and the distant hoot of an owl.

Suddenly, the door to his room creaked open. He sat up, his breath catching as he saw her standing there, her silhouette framed by the dim light from the hallway.

"There are too many Nargles in my room. Can I stay here?" she asked, her voice soft and earnest.

His heart skipped a beat. "Yes... yes, of course," he stammered. "I can sleep on the sofa if you wish."

She shook her head, a gentle smile playing on her lips. "No, Theodore, I would like to sleep with you."

His mind whirled, a mix of excitement and nervousness flooding his senses. He shifted to make space for her, his pulse quickening as she approached the bed. She slipped under the covers, her presence beside him filling the room with a comforting warmth.

They lay there in silence for a few moments, the closeness both exhilarating and soothing. He turned slightly to face her, his eyes meeting hers in the soft light. "Are you comfortable?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Shenodded, her expression peaceful. "Yes, very much so. Thank you, Theodore."

He smiled, the tension in his body slowly melting away. As they settled into the quiet of the night, he felt a profound sense of contentment. Her steady breathing beside him was a reminder of the bond they were building, one step at a time.

"Goodnight, Luna," he whispered, his voice filled with affection.

"Goodnight, Theodore," she replied, her words like a gentle lullaby.

She leaned in and kissed him, and he immediately felt his nerves dissipate. She began to undress him slowly. She kissed his chest and neck as she removed his pajamas, and he couldn't help but let out a soft moan.

She then removed his pants, and he was left laying in his boxers. She could see the outline of his erection, and she couldn't wait to touch him. She knelt up in front of him and pulled down his boxers, revealing his hard cock.

She looked up at him and smiled. "You're so beautiful," she said, before wrapping her hand around his shaft. He let out a gasp as she began to stroke him up and down. She licked the tip of his cock, and his hips buckled.

"Oh, fuck, Luna," he moaned. "That feels so good."

She continued to stroke his cock, and she could feel him getting closer to the edge. She increased her pace, and his moans grew louder.

"I'm gonna cum," he gasped.

She quickened her pace even more, and he let out a loud moan as he came. She milked every last drop out of him, and he collapsed more onto the bed.

She snuggled up next to him. "Did you enjoy that?" she asked, with a smirk on her face.

He looked at her beautiful beloved and smiled. "Fuck, yes," he said. "That was amazing."

She leaned in and kissed him. "I'm glad you liked it," she said. "I can't wait to do it again."

"Luna, I want to make you feel good. Teach me how to make you come," he whispered in her ear as they cuddled in bed.

She smiled and kissed his lips. "I'd be happy, Theodore. But first, let's focus on foreplay. It's important to get me warmed up before we move on to anything else."

He nodded, eager to learn. She started by making out with him, their tongues dancing together in a passionate kiss. She then trailed her lips down his neck, nibbling and licking as she went. He moaned in pleasure, his hands exploring her body.

She then moved her attention to hsi chest, licking and sucking on his nipples. He gasped, feeling a surge of pleasure run through his body. She continued to move down, kissing and licking his abs.

Finally, she reached his cock, which was hard and throbbing again. She wrapped her lips around the tip and swirled her tongue around. he groaned, his hips bucking upward. 

She then took his cock all the way into her mouth, sucking and bobbing her head up and down. His hands went to her hair, guiding her movements.

"My moon, that feels so good," he moaned.

She then moved back up to his lips, kissing him deeply. "Are you ready to move on to the next step?" she asked.

"I've never...you know, gone down on a girl before. Or done anything really. I want to make sure I'm doing it right when the time comes," he admitted, feeling a little nervous.

She smiled and leaned in to give him a kiss. "Theodore, it's perfectly normal to have questions and concerns. I'm happy to help you out."

They spent the next few minutes discussing the ins and outs of oral sex, with her giving him some tips and advice. He listened intently, taking in every word she said.

"Now, I want you to practice on me," she said, with a playful smile.

His heart raced with excitement as he started to make his way down her body. He started by kissing her neck and ears, causing her to let out a soft moan. He then made his way to her breasts, sucking and nibbling on her nipples until they were hard.

Her breathing became heavier as he continued to explore her body. He could feel her getting wetter with every touch and kiss. Finally, he made his way down to her cunt, taking in her scent and feeling how wet she was.

He started by licking her outer lips, causing her to let out a soft gasp. He then slowly inserted his tongue into her cunt, tasting her sweetness. Her moans became louder as he continued to lick and suck on her clit.

"Yes, Theodore, just like that. Don't stop," she said, as she grabbed the back of his head, pulling him deeper into her cunt.

He could feel her muscles tensing up as she got closer to orgasm. He could tell she was enjoying herself, which made him even more excited.

"I'm close, Please don't stop," she said, as she started to grind her hips against his face.

With one final lick, she let out a loud moan as she came hard. He continued to lick and suck on her clit, causing her to shudder with pleasure.

"That was amazing. You're a natural," she said, as she pulled him up for a kiss.

They spent the rest of the night exploring each other's bodies, trying out different positions and techniques. He was no longer nervous about going down on her, knowing that he could please her in that way. And she was happy to have a partner who was willing to learn and explore with her.

Finally the lover boy lost his virginity to the girl he always wanted to.

Pathetic.