Title: Inauguration
Pairing: Dean/Luna
Rating: PG-13 for suggestion
Word Count: 576
Summary: Dean and Luna move into their new apartment.


Inauguration

When Luna puts down her cardboard box she feels the sudden urge to dance around the room. Her golden curls swirl and bounce as she makes long and precise pirouettes on the hardwood floor, a soft giggle escaping her lips all the while. A sensation of pure joy runs through her hands and fingers as she throws them into the air in a steady rhythm.

Dean is watching her in the doorway with an amused expression on his face. His eyes are twinkling in that awfully irresistible way but Luna decides she is not in the mood for that now. She feels there are times to be serious and now is not one of them.

“Don’t just stand there,” she commands, laughing softly. “Join me.”

Her fiancé smiles sheepishly before crossing their new living room to put his box next to hers. Luna can read the word ‘Kitchen Appliances’ painted in bright red on the surface. Then Dean stands before her, taking her hands in his and squeezing them gently, pressing his lips to hers in one fluid motion.

Luna thinks his hair smells of vanilla and his lips taste of the stars in the sky. A remarkably empty feeling makes her pout when Dean pulls back and looks her in the eyes.

“If you want to dance,” he whispers, “we'll have to do it properly.”

He lets go of her and turns round to rummage in one of the many boxes that he and Luna have placed in little groups around the room. At last his beautiful chocolate hands come into view again when he pulls out a small package covered in white wrapping paper.

Luna frowns as she watches him place it on the nearby table, pulling off its cover in that slow manner that reminds her of his tauntingly dawdling fingers when they’re dealing with something more delicate. A few moments pass before she realizes that he has been unwrapping her Wizarding Wireless.

“Well?” He flashes his handsome smile at her before pressing a button. Almost immediately a dreamy voice starts filling the space, accompanied by a warm and jazzy tune.

“Perfect,” Dean mutters. “Shall we continue our dance, love?”

And they do; it makes Luna feel glorious inside, memories of how they first met pop in and out of her mind and she giggles again, shrieks, laughs, unable to control the happy pounding of her heart against her chest. His hands feel warm and sweaty in hers and she loves it, stroking them gently with her thumbs. His cheek touches hers in one alluring moment and she can’t stop herself from licking it, placing little kisses on his jaw, sniffing at the sweet scent on his lips. The room in which they are moving has become a blur; she can only feel the dark strands of hair that tickle her forehead and see the alluring brown eyes that watch her every move.

Their slow and fluent dance comes to a halt when the jazzy song ends and a more upbeat hit of the Weird Sisters fills their ears. Dean’s breathing is ragged as he steps back, still not letting go of her hands.

“So now we have installed ourselves in our new living room, why not do the same for our wonderful new bedroom?”

Luna can’t think of a plan more tempting as he looks her in the eyes with his gorgeous smile, a miniature pearl of sweat glowing on his bottom lip.