Fic: The Best Flavour
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alisanneTitle: The Best Flavour
Author:alisanne
Rating: R
Pairing: Neville Longbottom/Lavender Brown
Summary: Lavender isn't necessarily fond of vanilla, but Neville may make a believer of her.
Word Count: 820
Genre: fluff.
Warnings: None, really.
A/N: Written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
hp_may_madness's 2014 fest.
Day thirteen prompt(s) used: Shake it up!, Stairway.
Kink: vanilla sex.
This pairing was suggested by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ragdoll.
Beta:sevfan and emynn.
Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.
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The Best Flavour
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Lavender had always thought vanilla a boring flavour, but Neville Longbottom was showing her otherwise.
It started when Lavender, tired of her normal dates, decided to accept Neville’s dinner invitation. On her first date with Seamus she’d ended up being taken over the back of his sofa and then he’d not wanted to see her again.
Michael Corner had been even worse, inviting her over, shagging her up against his door, and then acting like he barely knew her the next time he saw her at the Ministry.
Neville was different. Sweet. “Would you like to go to dinner with me? I know this great Italian place in Muggle London that serves the best Bolognese.”
Ready to shake things up, Lavender had accepted. The restaurant had been a tiny, romantic place up a small stairway behind an alley. She’d loved it. And, when he saw her home after dinner and kissed the back of her hand, she’d been charmed.
Their second date had been at a Muggle zoo. Maybe he doesn’t want to be seen with me in a Wizarding establishment, Lavender thought as they strolled hand in hand through the zoo looking at the animals. But Neville gave no evidence of being ashamed to be seen in public with her, despite her scars. In fact, no one seemed to notice her scars much. She’d almost thought Muggle children would point and run away, but no such thing occurred. By the time he suggested they stop for ice cream, she was relaxed.
“What flavour?” Neville asked.
Lavender pursed her lips and pondered the various flavours on display. “I’m not sure.”
The Muggle shop girl, looking bored, said, “You can try a sample.”
After trying chocolate, tutti fruity, strawberry, rocky road, and rum raisin, Lavender still couldn’t decide.
Neville smiled. “My favourite’s vanilla, actually.”
“Let’s split a dish,” suggested Lavender, so they did.
“I’ve always liked vanilla,” said Neville as they ate together outside the ice cream shop. He hummed. “I know some people think it’s boring, but it’s the basis for all the other flavours, and there’s just something about a deep, rich, vanilla that appeals to me.”
Lavender swallowed hard as his licked his spoon, sudden heat pooling in her centre as she imagined him licking her like that. When had he got so bloody sexy? Nodding, she tried not to stare at his mouth as he ate. She was beginning to see vanilla’s appeal herself.
When he took her home after that and kissed her goodnight she’d invited him in, but Neville, as gallant as ever, had simply brushed his thumb over her cheek sweetly before saying, “That wouldn’t be proper,” and leaving her aching at her door.
Their third date was a picnic in a park. Not a Muggle one. At least he’s not ashamed of me, thought Lavender as they sat on the grass and watched kids on their training brooms and families out enjoying the warm weather.
Lavender was beginning to think she was going to have to be very clear with him, so when they finished the picnic, she clasped his hand and, leaning in, kissed him deeply.
Far from being shy, Neville kissed her back boldly, gathering her to him as he slid his tongue into her mouth and sampled her. When they drew apart they were both panting. “My place?” she suggested.
Neville smiled. “I didn’t want to presume--”
With a growl, Lavender shrunk the remnant of their picnic and Apparated them to her bedroom.
She’d thought she’d have to coax him during sex, but he proved quite adept, bringing her off with fingers and then tongue before finally taking his own pleasure in her. It was nothing exotic, vanilla sex, really, but as he moved above her, inside her, she could see his emotion clearly reflected in his eyes, and for first time in ages felt cherished, cared for.
Afterward, she lay sprawled across his chest, waiting for him to fall asleep, but he didn’t. Instead, he sat up. “Are you thirsty?”
She blinked. “A bit, yes.”
“I’ll get us water.” And as she watched him on his way to the kitchen, she began laughing softly. She was still chuckling when he got back.
“What’s so amusing?” Neville asked, handing her a cup of cool water before slipping back into bed to sip his own.
After drinking, she set the cup down and taking his as well, set it aside and curled into him. “It’s just...I’m not accustomed to men who are awake after sex.”
Neville hummed, carding his fingers through her hair. “Well, I am tired, but I couldn’t just go to sleep and leave you awake and thirsty, could I?”
Lavender sighed, his touch soothing her. “Well you could--”
“But that would be rude,” he said.
She smiled. Yes, she could come to really love vanilla.
~
Author:
alisanneRating: R
Pairing: Neville Longbottom/Lavender Brown
Summary: Lavender isn't necessarily fond of vanilla, but Neville may make a believer of her.
Word Count: 820
Genre: fluff.
Warnings: None, really.
A/N: Written for
hp_may_madness's 2014 fest. Day thirteen prompt(s) used: Shake it up!, Stairway.
Kink: vanilla sex.
This pairing was suggested by
ragdoll. Beta:
sevfan and emynn. Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.
~
The Best Flavour
~
Lavender had always thought vanilla a boring flavour, but Neville Longbottom was showing her otherwise.
It started when Lavender, tired of her normal dates, decided to accept Neville’s dinner invitation. On her first date with Seamus she’d ended up being taken over the back of his sofa and then he’d not wanted to see her again.
Michael Corner had been even worse, inviting her over, shagging her up against his door, and then acting like he barely knew her the next time he saw her at the Ministry.
Neville was different. Sweet. “Would you like to go to dinner with me? I know this great Italian place in Muggle London that serves the best Bolognese.”
Ready to shake things up, Lavender had accepted. The restaurant had been a tiny, romantic place up a small stairway behind an alley. She’d loved it. And, when he saw her home after dinner and kissed the back of her hand, she’d been charmed.
Their second date had been at a Muggle zoo. Maybe he doesn’t want to be seen with me in a Wizarding establishment, Lavender thought as they strolled hand in hand through the zoo looking at the animals. But Neville gave no evidence of being ashamed to be seen in public with her, despite her scars. In fact, no one seemed to notice her scars much. She’d almost thought Muggle children would point and run away, but no such thing occurred. By the time he suggested they stop for ice cream, she was relaxed.
“What flavour?” Neville asked.
Lavender pursed her lips and pondered the various flavours on display. “I’m not sure.”
The Muggle shop girl, looking bored, said, “You can try a sample.”
After trying chocolate, tutti fruity, strawberry, rocky road, and rum raisin, Lavender still couldn’t decide.
Neville smiled. “My favourite’s vanilla, actually.”
“Let’s split a dish,” suggested Lavender, so they did.
“I’ve always liked vanilla,” said Neville as they ate together outside the ice cream shop. He hummed. “I know some people think it’s boring, but it’s the basis for all the other flavours, and there’s just something about a deep, rich, vanilla that appeals to me.”
Lavender swallowed hard as his licked his spoon, sudden heat pooling in her centre as she imagined him licking her like that. When had he got so bloody sexy? Nodding, she tried not to stare at his mouth as he ate. She was beginning to see vanilla’s appeal herself.
When he took her home after that and kissed her goodnight she’d invited him in, but Neville, as gallant as ever, had simply brushed his thumb over her cheek sweetly before saying, “That wouldn’t be proper,” and leaving her aching at her door.
Their third date was a picnic in a park. Not a Muggle one. At least he’s not ashamed of me, thought Lavender as they sat on the grass and watched kids on their training brooms and families out enjoying the warm weather.
Lavender was beginning to think she was going to have to be very clear with him, so when they finished the picnic, she clasped his hand and, leaning in, kissed him deeply.
Far from being shy, Neville kissed her back boldly, gathering her to him as he slid his tongue into her mouth and sampled her. When they drew apart they were both panting. “My place?” she suggested.
Neville smiled. “I didn’t want to presume--”
With a growl, Lavender shrunk the remnant of their picnic and Apparated them to her bedroom.
She’d thought she’d have to coax him during sex, but he proved quite adept, bringing her off with fingers and then tongue before finally taking his own pleasure in her. It was nothing exotic, vanilla sex, really, but as he moved above her, inside her, she could see his emotion clearly reflected in his eyes, and for first time in ages felt cherished, cared for.
Afterward, she lay sprawled across his chest, waiting for him to fall asleep, but he didn’t. Instead, he sat up. “Are you thirsty?”
She blinked. “A bit, yes.”
“I’ll get us water.” And as she watched him on his way to the kitchen, she began laughing softly. She was still chuckling when he got back.
“What’s so amusing?” Neville asked, handing her a cup of cool water before slipping back into bed to sip his own.
After drinking, she set the cup down and taking his as well, set it aside and curled into him. “It’s just...I’m not accustomed to men who are awake after sex.”
Neville hummed, carding his fingers through her hair. “Well, I am tired, but I couldn’t just go to sleep and leave you awake and thirsty, could I?”
Lavender sighed, his touch soothing her. “Well you could--”
“But that would be rude,” he said.
She smiled. Yes, she could come to really love vanilla.
~
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Date: 2014-05-18 12:52 am (UTC)Thanks so much!