Their life had become a whirlwind of overwhelming stress, each day an intricate dance of exhaustion and survival. With a newborn in hand, every waking moment felt like a test of their endurance. Their once peaceful routines had vanished, replaced by the cries of their baby, late-night feedings, and the constant juggle of trying to maintain some semblance of normalcy. But as if that wasn't enough, there was Pansy—Pansy who had gone completely manic about her upcoming wedding. She was an unstoppable storm, sweeping everyone into her frenzy, and Theo felt like he was barely keeping his head above water.
At first, they tried to manage everything with optimism. After all, the arrival of their baby had been a joyous occasion, something they had both looked forward to with excitement and a sense of wonder. But no amount of preparation could have readied them for the reality of caring for a newborn. The sleepless nights piled up quickly, each one more difficult than the last, with the baby waking every few hours, needing to be fed, rocked, or changed. The simplest tasks—like making tea or brushing their teeth—became Herculean efforts. The house that once hummed with quiet peace was now filled with the constant sound of their baby's cries, the shuffle of footsteps, and the hushed voices of two utterly exhausted parents.
Luna, with her natural grace and calm demeanor, handled the situation as best as she could, but even she wasn't immune to the toll it was taking on them. Theo could see the weariness in her eyes, the way her shoulders slumped just a little more than usual. Her smile, though still as warm as ever, lacked its usual sparkle. There were moments when she would sit in the rocking chair in the nursery, cradling the baby in her arms, and Theo could see the silent exhaustion in the way she moved, her body aching for rest.
And then, there was Pansy.
Pansy had always been dramatic—Theo knew this better than anyone—but the wedding had taken her to a new level. She had become consumed by the details, obsessed with every minute aspect of the upcoming ceremony. The slightest hiccup, the smallest imperfection, would send her into a tailspin of panic and frustration. It wasn't just the normal pre-wedding jitters. This was full-blown mania.
"The flowers!" she would exclaim, as if the world itself was ending. "The roses are too pink, not blushy enough. What kind of florist can't tell the difference between pink and blush?"
And that was just the beginning. The color of the napkins wasn't right. The invitations didn't have the exact shade of gold foil she wanted. The catering menu had become a battleground, with Pansy changing her mind every other day, trying to decide between a seven-course meal or something "simpler and elegant." It felt like there wasn't a single detail too small for her to fret over, and Theo found himself dragged into it more times than he cared to admit.
Even Luna, who was normally so tolerant of Pansy's eccentricities, was growing weary. There were times when she would look up from feeding the baby or rocking them to sleep and catch Theo's eye, her expression filled with a mix of amusement and exasperation. "If Pans asks me one more time about the color scheme," she'd say in that soft, melodic voice of hers, "I might have to fake an illness to get out of this."
He could only chuckle, but inside, he felt the strain tightening around him. Between the baby and Pansy's constant wedding demands, it was like he was being stretched too thin, pulled in too many directions at once. He had responsibilities of his own—work that required his focus and attention—but it all seemed to pale in comparison to the unrelenting chaos at home. He found himself staying up later and later, trying to catch up on work once Luna and the baby had finally drifted off to sleep. But his mind was never at rest.
There were days when he would walk into the sitting room and see Luna sitting there, nursing the baby in her arms, her expression serene but tinged with exhaustion. He would sit beside her, running a hand through his hair, and simply watch, wondering how they had ended up here, in this endless cycle of sleeplessness and stress.
Pansy, of course, didn't seem to notice the strain she was causing. Her calls were incessant, her texts non-stop. There was always something new, some crisis or catastrophe that needed immediate attention. "Theo, darling," she would say in a breathless rush, "I need you to come to the bakery and help me choose between these two cakes. I know you're busy, but it's an emergency."
An emergency. For cake.
He had learned early on in their friendship that Pansy's definition of "emergency" was far more expansive than most people's. But even so, with everything going on at home, it was becoming increasingly difficult to manage her demands. Every time his phone buzzed, his stomach tightened, wondering what new disaster awaited. He had half a mind to turn it off, but that would only lead to more frantic messages and, eventually, Pansy showing up at their doorstep, in full bridal meltdown mode.
Luna had suggested they set some boundaries. "Pansy needs to understand that we have our own lives, too," she had said one evening as they sat together after the baby had finally gone to sleep. "You can't be her personal wedding planner on top of everything else."
He had nodded, knowing she was right, but setting boundaries with Pansy was like trying to stop a tidal wave with a spoon. Pansy was a force of nature, and when she wanted something, she wouldn't rest until she got it.
And so, the days passed in a blur of baby cries, wedding crises, and sheer exhaustion. Theo began to lose track of time. Was it morning or afternoon? Did he eat lunch? When was the last time he slept for more than two hours straight? The lines between days blurred, and the demands never seemed to end.
But through it all, there was Luna. She was his anchor, his constant in the storm. Even when she was just as tired as he was, she never lost her sense of calm. There were moments when they would sit together in the nursery, the baby finally asleep in the crib, and he would lean back in his chair, closing his eyes for just a moment, feeling Luna's presence beside him like a balm to his weary soul.
"We'll get through this," she would whisper, her hand resting on his. "It won't be like this forever."
He would nod, his heart swelling with gratitude for her—her strength, her kindness, her unwavering belief that things would get better. And in those quiet moments, as the world outside their little bubble seemed to spin faster and faster, he clung to that hope. That one day, they would look back on this time and laugh. That one day, they would sleep through the night again. That one day, Pansy would finally get married, and they could return to some semblance of normalcy.
Until then, they would keep going. Because, as exhausting as it all was, they had each other. And that, more than anything else, made the chaos bearable.
~~~~~~
The late afternoon sun cast a golden glow over the Nott Manor, the rays filtering through the large bay windows of the sitting room. Luna sat by the fireplace, softly humming to herself as she cradled Lysander in her arms. His tiny hands grasped at the air, his wide blue eyes blinking up at his mother in wonder. He was only a few months old, but already, she could see glimpses of curiosity in his gaze—a trait she knew would only grow as he got older.
Outside, the sound of tires crunching on the gravel driveway broke the peaceful quiet. Her heart lifted with a smile, knowing who had arrived. She leaned down to kiss Lysander's forehead, murmuring softly, "Auntie Mimi is here, little one."
The doorbell rang, followed quickly by the familiar voice of her house-elf announcing, "Miss Granger and her cat have arrived, Mistress Luna."
A moment later, Hermione stepped into the room, her face lighting up as soon as she saw Luna. In her arms was Crookshanks, his squashed face set in its usual expression of grumpy indifference, though his tail flicked with what she knew was quiet contentment. Hermione looked a little winded, as if she had rushed through the visit to get there, but she was glowing, clearly excited to see Luna and the baby.
"Luna!" She beamed, crossing the room and immediately setting Crookshanks down. The ginger cat, his fur tousled from the journey, stretched lazily before trotting off to inspect the room. Hermione, however, was focused solely on Luna and the tiny bundle in her arms. "Oh, it's so good to see you," she said breathlessly, bending down to kiss Luna on the cheek. "And look at him!" Her voice softened, filled with awe as she looked at Lysander. "He's grown so much since the last time I saw him!"
Luna beamed as she gently shifted Lysander in her arms, his tiny fingers curling around her finger as he gurgled in response. "He's growing like a Niffler in a vault," Luna said, her voice a sing-song lilt. "It's amazing how quickly time flies with him. Every day is something new."
Hermione carefully sat down beside Luna on the large, plush sofa, her eyes still locked on Lysander. "May I hold him?"
"Of course," she said with a soft smile, handing the baby over to Hermione with the utmost care. As soon as Lysander was in Hermione's arms, she instinctively cradled him close, her face lighting up with warmth as she looked down at him.
"Hello there, little one," Hermione whispered, her fingers tracing the soft curve of Lysander's cheek. He blinked up at her, a curious expression on his tiny face, and then, much to both women's delight, he reached up, his little hand wrapping around one of Hermione's fingers. "Oh, babes, he's perfect," she breathed, her voice full of awe. "Absolutely perfect."
Her heart swelled as she watched Hermione interact with her son. There was something so tender about the way Hermione held him, the love and care radiating from her every movement. She had always been nurturing in her own way, and now, seeing her with Lysander, Luna couldn't help but feel a deep sense of gratitude for their friendship.
"You're a natural," she said softly, her eyes twinkling with affection. "He likes you already."
Hermione chuckled, her eyes still fixed on Lysander. "I think it's mutual," she said, rocking him gently. "I can't believe how much he's grown. Last time I was here, he was so tiny."
"He's going to be tall like Theo," she mused, leaning back against the cushions with a sigh. "I can already tell."
Hermione's smile softened as she glanced over at her friend. "How are you, babe? Really. I know how overwhelming things can be with a newborn."
She smiled, though it was tinged with exhaustion. "It's been…an adventure," she admitted, her voice gentle but truthful. "There are moments when I'm so tired, I feel like I could sleep for a year. But then I look at him, and it's all worth it."
Hermione nodded, her gaze understanding. "I can only imagine. But you're doing an amazing job. Truly."
As they continued to chat, Crookshanks, who had been exploring the room, finally decided to grace the humans with his presence. He leapt up onto the arm of the sofa, his tail flicking lazily as he surveyed the scene. His amber eyes briefly met Lysander's, and for a moment, Luna could have sworn that the baby's face lit up in recognition of the fluffy creature.
Crooks, his amber eyes half-lidded in lazy satisfaction, padded over to where Lysander lay on a soft, knitted blanket near the hearth. The ginger cat sniffed delicately, his whiskers twitching as he assessed the tiny human before him. With an air of quiet importance, he carefully settled down beside Lysander, curling his large, fluffy body around the baby as if standing guard.
Then, with surprising gentleness, Crooks reached out a paw, pressing it lightly against Lysander's round little tummy. His touch was tentative yet purposeful, his claws retracted completely, as if even he understood the fragility of the tiny life before him. A deep, resonant purr rumbled through his chest, filling the room with a soothing vibration.
Lysander let out a soft, contented coo in response, his fingers flexing in the air before clumsily brushing against Crookshanks' fur. The cat blinked slowly, unbothered by the baby's curious movements. There was an understanding between them, something unspoken yet profound, a quiet truce forged in the golden glow of the fire.
Luna let out a soft giggle, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "I think Lysander's already taken a liking to Crookshanks," she mused, watching the scene unfold with a warm smile.
Hermione, who had been observing with her chin propped in her hand, let out a snort. "Well, Crooks tends to have that effect on people—whether they like it or not."
At that, Crookshanks flicked his tail dismissively, as if he were far too dignified to acknowledge their conversation. Then, with a slow, deliberate stretch, he rose from his spot, hopped off the blanket, and curled himself up into a perfectly round loaf beside the fireplace. His purring continued, a steady hum in the background, as though his approval of Lysander had been given and the matter was now settled.
Luna watched him with fond amusement, feeling a deep sense of peace settle over her. It was these moments—the simple, quiet ones filled with love and laughter—that made everything else worth it.
After some time, Hermione shifted Lysander in her arms, her gaze fixed on his delicate features. His eyelids were drooping now, the weight of sleep pulling at him. She smiled, her voice hushed with wonder. "He's falling asleep."
Luna nodded knowingly. "He does that when he's near someone he trusts," she said, her tone filled with quiet affection. "It's like he just knows he's safe."
Hermione's heart ached in the most beautiful way. She traced her finger lightly over the curve of Lysander's chubby cheek, marveling at the way he sighed softly in his sleep. "Thank you," she murmured, glancing up at Luna, her eyes filled with something unspoken. "For letting me spend time with him. It's… healing, in a way."
Luna's gaze softened, and she reached out, giving Hermione's hand a small squeeze. "You're family, Hermione," she said simply, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "You're always welcome."
A comfortable silence settled between them, the fire casting long shadows across the room. The warmth of the hearth, the steady purring of Crookshanks, and the slow, even breaths of Lysander created a cocoon of peace.
As the sky outside deepened into hues of pink and lavender, Hermione gently passed Lysander back to Luna, who instinctively cradled him against her chest, brushing a feather-light kiss to the top of his head.
"I should be going soon," Hermione said reluctantly, glancing at the clock. "But I'll come by again. Soon. I promise."
Luna smiled, rocking Lysander gently. "We'll be looking forward to it."
As Hermione gathered her things, Crookshanks gave another leisurely stretch before hopping up onto the sofa beside Luna, curling against her with a satisfied grunt. Hermione chuckled, reaching down to scratch behind his ears. "Looks like Crookshanks might want to stay a bit longer."
Luna grinned, stroking his soft fur. "He's welcome anytime."
With one final hug and a promise to return soon, Hermione stepped out into the cool evening air, her heart lighter than it had been in weeks. As Luna remained by the fire, Lysander warm in her arms and Crookshanks settled beside her, she let her eyes flutter shut for just a moment, allowing herself to breathe in the peace surrounding her.
For now, in this small, perfect pocket of time, everything was as it should be.
~~~~~~
The sun rose on the day of Pansy and Neville's wedding, casting a golden hue over Parkinson Manor that seemed to set the world aglow. The soft light filtered through the leaves of the surrounding trees, creating a shimmering tapestry of light and shadow that danced across the garden. Excitement and nervous energy mingled in the crisp morning air, as the garden transformed into a breathtaking spectacle of flowers, ribbons, and twinkling fairy lights. Delicate petals in every hue imaginable bloomed in a vibrant array, while ribbons in shades of emerald and ivory fluttered gently in the breeze. The entire scene reflected the love that had blossomed between the couple, a true testament to their journey together.
Inside her suite, Pansy stood amid a whirlwind of activity, her heart racing with a mix of anticipation and disbelief. She was surrounded by her closest friends, each of them buzzing with excitement and laughter, their joy palpable. The sound of chatter filled the room as her bridesmaids flitted about, adjusting the delicate folds of her gown, a stunning phthalo green creation that flowed like liquid silk. Every detail had been meticulously planned, from the intricate lace detailing to the shimmering beading that caught the light just right.
As she caught a glimpse of herself in the ornate mirror, Pansy felt a whirlwind of emotions crash over her—exhilaration, nervousness, and an overwhelming sense of happiness. "I'm getting married," she whispered to herself, the reality of the moment sinking in. It was a thought so monumental that it felt almost surreal, as if she were a character in a dream rather than the bride standing on the cusp of a new life.
Her bridesmaids, noticing the introspection, turned toward her, their faces bright with smiles. Luna, her best friend and maid of honor, stepped forward, placing a reassuring hand on Pansy's shoulder. "You look absolutely breathtaking, Pansy. Today is your day to shine!" she encouraged, her voice warm and steady.
With a deep breath, Pansy let the comfort of her friends wash over her. Their laughter, the way they playfully teased one another, and the collective excitement created an atmosphere of love and support that enveloped her like a comforting embrace. Every shared memory and moment of friendship swirled around them, grounding her amidst the flurry of preparations. She felt fortunate to have such strong bonds in her life, especially on this momentous occasion.
As the last touches were made—a spritz of her favorite perfume, a delicate adjustment of her veil. The warmth of that thought filled her heart with a profound joy, igniting a spark of excitement for the beautiful day that lay ahead.
At that moment, Pansy felt overwhelmed with gratitude for the support surrounding her. She glanced at the ornate mirror, her heart racing as she took in the reflection of a woman ready to embark on the most significant journey of her life. As her thoughts drifted to Neville, a soft smile crept onto her lips. He had always been her rock, steady and unwavering.
Meanwhile, in a nearby room, Neville paced nervously, fiddling with the cufflinks of his dress robes. He looked dapper in phthalo green, perfectly complementing Pansy's gown. However, beneath the polished exterior, a whirlwind of emotions churned within him. "What if I trip while walking down the aisle? What if I can't find the right words during the vows?" His thoughts raced, but just then, Theo entered, a teasing grin on his face.
"Relax, Longbottom. You're marrying the love of your life. Just focus on her and everything will be perfect," Theo and Draco said, slapping a hand on Neville's back, offering reassurance.
Finally, the moment arrived. As the music swelled, guests turned in their seats, eyes fixed on the entrance. Pansy, heart pounding, took her father's arm, her breath hitching as she caught her first glimpse of Neville standing at the altar, his face awash with emotion. Time seemed to slow, and all her doubts melted away. This was it—her forever.
As she walked down the aisle, she felt a wave of love and support enveloping her. The garden, vibrant with blooming flowers and laughter, seemed to fade into the background, leaving only Neville in focus. When their eyes met, it was as if the entire world fell away, leaving just the two of them.
"I can't believe this day is finally here," Neville murmured as she reached him, his voice thick with emotion.
"I've always dreamed of this moment," Pansy replied softly, her heart swelling with happiness.
The ceremony unfolded beautifully, with heartfelt vows exchanged under the wisteria-draped arch. Each word spoken was laced with love and promises, sealing their commitment in front of family and friends. The moment Neville kissed her, the world erupted into applause, and Pansy felt as if she were floating, weightless in a sea of joy.
As the reception began, the garden transformed into a magical wonderland. Twinkling lights illuminated the night sky, and laughter filled the air as guests mingled and celebrated. Pansy and Neville danced their first dance as a married couple, moving effortlessly in sync, lost in each other. The melody enveloped them, a beautiful reflection of their love.
"We did it, Pansy," Neville whispered, twirling her around, his eyes sparkling with happiness. "We really did it."
"Yes, we did, my love. And this is just the beginning," Pansy replied, beaming at him.
As the night wore on, friends and family filled the dance floor, laughter echoing through the air. Ginny spun around with Blaise, while they swayed nearby. The atmosphere was electric, a celebration of love and unity.
Pansy couldn't help but feel a profound sense of belonging. Surrounded by their closest friends, she realized how fortunate they were to have such strong bonds. With each clink of glasses and laughter shared, the foundation of their new life together solidified.
~~~~~~~
The night air outside still carried the remnants of celebration—Pansy and Neville's wedding had been a whirlwind of joy, laughter, and love, and Luna was still wrapped in its afterglow. As they stepped into the quiet of their home, she twirled down the hallway, her bare feet barely making a sound against the cool wooden floor. Her silvery dress flowed around her as she moved, a cascade of moonlight trailing behind her.
Theo leaned against the doorframe, watching her with the kind of expression that made it clear he was utterly, irrevocably ruined for her. His arms were crossed over his chest, his tie undone, his dark hair slightly tousled from the evening's festivities. He looked completely and utterly enchanted, like a man who had been placed under the most powerful love spell in existence—and he had, in a way.
Luna spun past him again, giggling softly, her laughter like bells in the quiet house. Without hesitation, he reached out, catching her hand mid-twirl and pulling her into his arms. She let out a surprised but delighted sound as she landed against his chest, looking up at him with sparkling eyes.
"Are you happy, my love?" he asked, his voice warm and rich, but his gaze—his gaze held an intensity that nearly took her breath away.
She smiled, tilting her head as if it was the silliest question in the world. "Extremely," she murmured, her voice filled with the lightness of someone who had everything she wanted in her arms.
He brushed a golden strand from her face, letting his fingers linger against her skin. His touch was always like this—soft but reverent, as if he was afraid she might slip through his fingers like stardust. "You know," he said, more serious now, "we could have a wedding too. Something beautiful. Something grand, if that's what you want."
Her lips curved, her gaze softening as she placed her hand over his heart. "Oh, my Sun," she whispered, voice tender. "I already have everything I want. Besides, I always ask for things, and you always give them to me."
Something in him shattered and reformed all at once. His heart swelled so painfully that he wasn't sure he could contain it. He cupped her face and kissed her deeply, as if pouring every word he couldn't say into the touch. When he finally pulled back, his breath was uneven, his forehead pressed against hers.
"I would give you the whole universe if you asked," he whispered fiercely. "There is nothing I wouldn't give you."
"I know," she breathed, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on his chest.
For a while, they simply stood there, wrapped in each other, letting the world slow down. But then, Luna pulled back just a little, looking at him with those wide, curious eyes that always held galaxies within them.
"Theo," she said softly, "why are you in love with me?"
The question hit him like a Bludger to the chest. He stared at her, utterly dumbfounded, as his heart stalled and then started again at an alarming speed.
"What… what do you mean?" he asked, voice slightly higher than usual, panic already seeping in. "Are you—are you not in love with me?"
The thought hit him like an Unforgivable Curse. His breath caught, his stomach plummeted, and before Luna could say another word, he was spiraling into a catastrophic meltdown of truly dramatic proportions.
"Oh my MERLIN," he gasped, releasing her and staggering back. He pressed a hand to his chest as if his heart might burst from the sheer devastation. "Have I misread everything? Have I been living in some delusional fantasy where you love me when in reality—oh, sweet Salazar—when in reality, I have been nothing more than some pathetic lovesick fool, blindly orbiting you like a desperate little planet?"
He turned away, running both hands through his hair as his breath came in uneven gasps. "Oh my GODS, Luna!" he cried, spinning back to her. "WHAT IF YOU DON'T LOVE ME? WHAT IF THIS HAS ALL BEEN SOME HORRIBLE, COSMIC JOKE? WHAT IF I AM MERELY THE SUN, DESTINED TO SPIN ENDLESSLY AROUND YOU, BASKING IN YOUR LIGHT WHILE YOU REMAIN—UNTOUCHABLE, UNFEELING, UTTERLY INDIFFERENT TO MY MISERABLE EXISTENCE?"
Luna blinked at him, perfectly calm, as she watched his existential crisis unfold before her.
He groaned loudly, stumbling toward the nearest chair and collapsing into it, his head in his hands. "This is it," he declared dramatically. "This is my villain origin story. I will perish from a broken heart, and you—YOU, LUNA LOVEGOOD—will be the death of me. People will weep at my funeral. They will say, 'Poor Theo, he loved her too much, and it destroyed him.'"
He groaned again, throwing an arm over his eyes. "And I shall DIE ALONE. ALONE, LUNA. A LOVESICK, HEARTBROKEN TRAGEDY OF A MAN—"
Before he could descend further into complete hysteria, Luna sighed, shaking her head fondly. She walked up to him and gently pried his arm away from his face, placing a cool, soft hand against his cheek.
"Theo," she murmured, her voice soft but firm, "I am in love with you."
Silence. His wild thoughts came to a screeching halt. His frantic heart seemed to still, and for the first time in the past five minutes, he was completely and utterly speechless.
"You… you are?" he whispered, his voice barely above a breath.
Luna smiled that dreamy, knowing smile of hers—the one that always melted him, the one that made him feel like the luckiest fool in the world. "Of course I am, silly," she said with a quiet giggle. "Why else would I ask?"
Theo let out the longest, most exaggerated sigh of relief as he immediately pulled her into his arms. "You CANNOT just ask questions like that, Luna!" he cried, clutching her like she might disappear. "You nearly gave me a heart attack! My heart, my sanity—GONE!"
She hummed, clearly unfazed. "I'm sorry, my Sun," she murmured against his chest. "I didn't mean to frighten you. I just wanted to hear you say it."
He pulled back just enough to cup her face in his hands, his thumbs brushing over her cheeks. "I love you," he said with absolute conviction. "More than anything. More than I have ever loved anyone, and more than I ever thought possible."
Luna tilted her head, considering. "Even more than your hair gel?"
Theo gasped. "Luna!" he cried, scandalized. "You wound me!"
She laughed—an airy, beautiful sound—and he knew he was utterly ruined for her. He kissed her again, slow and full of promise, pouring every bit of love into the touch.
And as they stood there, wrapped in each other, he knew with absolute certainty that no matter what came next, he had Luna. And that, more than anything else, was his greatest fortune.
~~~~~~
Theo had meticulously planned every detail of the evening, determined to make it perfect for her. The room was bathed in a golden glow, hundreds of flickering candles casting soft, undulating light across the walls. The air was thick with the intoxicating scent of roses, their petals scattered like a sea of crimson over the bed. A gentle breeze slipped through the open window, rustling the sheer curtains, carrying the distant hum of the night.
Luna stepped inside, her breath catching in her throat as she took it all in. Her lips parted in awe, her silver-blue eyes shining with emotion. "Oh, my love," she whispered, pressing a hand to her chest. "This is… it's breathtaking."
Theo smiled, his heart swelling at her reaction. Stepping forward, he reached for her hand, lifting it to his lips and pressing a reverent kiss to her knuckles. "I wanted tonight to be special," he murmured, his voice a soft caress against her skin. "For you. For us."
Her fingers curled around his, her warmth seeping into him as she gazed at him with pure adoration. "It already is," she whispered, stepping closer, tilting her face toward him.
He cupped her cheek, tracing his thumb over the delicate curve of her jaw before leaning in, capturing her lips in a slow, lingering kiss. It was tender at first, unhurried, as though he wanted to memorize the feel of her, the taste of her. But as she melted into him, her hands slipping around his neck, her body pressing flush against his, his restraint frayed at the edges.
His fingers danced over the silk of her dress, tracing the delicate embroidery before finding the laces at her back. He took his time, untying each one with careful precision, watching as the fabric loosened, slipping from her shoulders, pooling at her feet in a whisper of silk. His breath hitched as he took in the sight of her—his wife, his moon, standing before him in nothing but candlelight and love.
"You are a dream," he whispered, his voice thick with awe.
Luna smiled, reaching for the buttons of his shirt, her fingers working them loose with equal care. "And you, my Sun," she murmured, slipping the fabric from his shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. Her hands trailed over his skin, over the firm lines of his chest, the warmth of him beneath her fingertips sending a shiver of anticipation through her.
He caught her wrists, bringing them to his lips, kissing the pulse points as if making a silent vow. "I want to take my time tonight," he told her, his voice a reverent whisper. "I want to show you, with every touch, every kiss, just how much I love you."
She nodded, her breath shallow, her eyes dark with longing. "Then show me."
Her breath quickened at his words, her heart beating in sync with his as she leaned into him. They melted into each other, the world around them disappearing as Theo slowly, tenderly led her to the bed, determined to make every second count.
He smiled and walked over to her, wrapping his arms around her waist. He leaned in and kissed her deeply, their tongues exploring each other's mouths. She moaned softly as his hands roamed over her body, cupping her breasts and squeezing her nipples.
"I want you so bad," she whispered, her voice husky with desire.
He picked her up and carried her to the bed, laying her down on the rose petals. He stripped off his clothes, revealing his hard, muscular body. Luna watched him, her eyes glazing over with lust. She reached down and started to touch herself, her fingers finding her clit and rubbing it in slow circles.
He climbed onto the bed, his cock hard and ready. He positioned himself between Luna's legs, pressing against her wet heaven. He slowly pushed himself inside her, feeling her tight walls grip him. She moaned loudly, her back arching as he started to make love to her .
He moved slowly at first, his dick sliding in and out of her pussy. Her moans grew louder, and she started to beg for more. He picked up the pace, fucking her harder and faster. Her breast bounced with each thrust, and she was dripping wet.
He leaned down and started to suck on her nipples, biting them gently. She cried out, her pussy clenching around his dick. He could feel her starting to have a huge orgasm, her cunt tightening around him.
" Fuck, "she moaned, "I'm going to cum."
Theo kept fucking her, his cock hitting her G-spot with each thrust. Her moans turned into screams as she came, her cunt flooding with wetness. He kept fucking her, his member still hard and ready.
She reached down and started to stroke his cock, her fingers wrapped around his shaft. She could feel him starting to cum, his dick twitching in her hand.
"Cum for me, love," she whispered, "fill me up."
He groaned loudly, his cock exploding inside her. She could feel him filling her up, his cum leaking out of her and onto the bed.
They moved together like waves meeting the shore—slow and rhythmic, drawn to each other by something deeper than mere need. Theo held her close, whispering words of devotion against her skin, telling her she was his everything, his moon, his love, his forever. And as they reached the precipice together, as pleasure crashed over them in an exquisite crescendo, she knew—deep in her soul—that no matter what lay ahead, no matter what darkness the world might bring, she would always have this.
She would always have him.
As their breaths slowed, their bodies tangled in the sheets, Theo pressed a final, lingering kiss to her temple. "I love you," he murmured against her skin, his voice raw with emotion. "In every universe, in every lifetime, I will always love you."
Luna sighed contentedly, nuzzling closer, her hand splayed over his heart. "And I, you, my Sun."
They lay there in the hush of the night, wrapped in each other, the candlelight flickering in the quiet promise of forever.