A year since she'd had sex. Not that she particularly enjoyed sex, mind you, or wanted to change her current circumstances. But overhearing a pair of witches at the Leaky gossiping about how it was impossible to go for a month without it made her feel damaged. Maybe that was why Seamus had found his Irish witch. Because she was defective in some way.

It was probably a bad idea, but she had decided then and there to test the theory. She'd gone home, dressed up in her silky knickers and a skirt that she'd transfigured to show way too much skin, and found the closestMuggle club she could find. Only to discover that the music was too loud, the flashing lights hurt her eyes, and that she didn't like being drooled over by every Tom, Dick, and Harry in the bloody place. Her bad idea had quickly gone down the loo, and she was now determined to get as drunk as possible.

After another shot of some truly foul drink, Blaise looked around. He hated his eyes for darting to the nearest blond head in sight. He was not going to get in a relationship. He didn't want one. A single life was a good life, in his eyes. There was no need for commitment or any other silly, romantic notion. He needed to just get Hannah Abbott out of his system.

Turning in his seat to look at the dance floor, someone caught his eye that made him think he could do exactly that. Blonde hair, short skirt, and 'fuck off and die' look. He grinned. He loved the challenges.

Blaise abandoned his drink and his seat to walk up beside the blonde beauty. There was an empty seat beside her and he took it, ordering another shot of the first drink he could think of.

"So, I could be like any other bloke here and offer to buy you a drink, ask you to dance, then oh-so-casually invite you to my place for a late-night coffee and some romantic movie,"Blaise said casually, not even looking at her. "Or I could just skip all that and ask if you'd like to go straight to my bedroom for the best night of your life."

Luna couldn't help the shiver that went down her spine when the man spoke. The deep vibrations went right through her, and the teasing note piqued her interest. As did the familiarity of it. She'd heard his voice before, though she couldn't say when or where. It was enough to pull her attention away from her drink.

He was, in a word, gorgeous. Dark chocolate skin that glistened under the lights, tall and muscular enough to dwarf her and make her feel tiny. And definitely familiar. Blaise Zabini, in a Muggle club. It was enough to make her wonder if someone had slipped something into her drink. She'd heard of unsavory Muggle men doing things like that. Why else would a Slytherin be in a Muggle club?

He still hadn't looked at her, and she wondered if he recognized her. They hadn't traveled in the same circles at Hogwarts by far. But she knew his reputation. Zabini was the one the other girls gossiped about late at night, whispering that no one could call herself a woman until she'd sampled him. Even as far back as her fourth year they'd been talking about his skills. Possibly before that, though she'd had no interest in boys before and had ignored the whispers and giggles.

She tossed back her drink and stood up, slightly wobbly from the booze. She ignored the twinge of uncertainty she felt as she leaned close to his ear and breathed into it.

"You'll have to apparate us both. I'd splinch m'self if I tried."

He stopped. This was a muggle club, right? Looking around, he knew the signs of Wizarding clubs and they weren't there. He leaned back slightly and looked closely at the woman in front of him. Her face was familiar, and he was always good with putting faces together with names. Ravenclaw. My year? No... younger. Had a nickname. Loony.

Smirking, he put an arm around her waist.

"Don't worry, Lovegood. A few shorts steps to a back hallway and nothing else will matter."

He lifted her up a bit and guided them both to one of the back hallways. Waiting until a rather drunk couple walked out of the hallway,Blaise pulled out his wand and apparated them both to Zabini Manor. More specifically, straight into his bedroom. Luna swayed and Blaise picked her up, putting her on the bed.

Whoa. Apparation while half-pissed made her head spin. Before she knew it she was lying on sheets that felt sinful against her bare legs. Had he used those muscles to carry her? Too bad she had missed it.

"I don't do things like this," she said, her brow wrinkling into a frown as she started working the buttons on his shirt. If she was going to do this, then she wanted it done. "But I remember talk about you in school. You make girls feel good." The last button of his shirt came undone and she admired the smooth expanse of chest by running her hands over it. The feel made her palms tingle.

"Well," Blaise said with a grin and a shiver as she ran her hands over his chest. "You certainly learn fast, then." He grabbed her around her waist and flipped them so she was under him. Covering her body with his, he slowly rocked against her. "And I do more than make girls feel good. I make them feel like goddesses."

She cocked her head to the side as she skimmed her fingers across a tattoo of a flower of some type and considered his words. She could definitely handle feeling like a goddess for a night. Any lingering doubts she had flew out of her head as he pushed himself against her, causing heat to spiral through her center. With a moan, she grabbed the back of his head and pulled him down for a kiss.

Surely it was sinful, the things Zabini could do with his mouth alone. Just kissing him made her feel hotter than Seamus had ever done. Or maybe it was the added alcohol that was doing it. Either way, she had a feeling that she'd orgasm easily, possibly even more than once, a feat that had never happened before.

She arched into him as a large hand on her thigh positioned her leg over his hip before flirting with the edge of her skirt. She shivered at the feel of him against her. Yes, this was the right decision.

He grinned and leaned down, biting her neck before kissing the now-red spot. "In heaven yet?" he asked before leaning down to bruise her lips in a kiss. He grabbed her thin cotton spaghetti strap top and pushed it up. Moving down so his face was over her abdomen, he kissed the skin gently and nuzzled the spot above her belly-button, dipping his tongue into the skin.

Luna hmmed in appreciation as he continued to lave her belly button. Who would have thought that the navel was an erogenous zone? Of course, it seemed like everywhere he touched was one. Did he have some form of magic that made his every touch feel better? Maybe he was part incubus. It was something she should research. Later. Definitely later.

She ran her hands over the parts of his back and shoulders she could reach, idly wondering how long he was going to go about foreplay. Seamus had never spent much time on it, and rarely was any of that time spent anywhere else than the areas he was interested in. Namely her bosom and her clitoris. Not that she was complaining. WhatBlaise was doing felt delightful, much better than anything Seamus had ever done. And, logically, at least, she knew that not all men were like Seamus. That was one of the reasons she had agreed to come back with Zabini after all.

Was it weird that he was sucking on her belly button and in her head she was still calling him by his last name?

The question flew out of her head when one hand closed over her breast.

"Well that's an interesting choice of undergarments," Blaise murmured, before moving up and closing his mouth over the blue silk bra. Blowing through the material, he felt the nipple perk up and he mouthed it while his hand paid attention to the other breast. After both nipples had been lavished, he flicked his wrist and the clasp was undone. He grinned like acheshire cat and lifted off the silk, before leaning back down and repeating the same process without the material in the way.

Luna moaned and arched against him, trying to get closer to him. Her hands raced over his shoulders and back, her nails digging lightly into the flesh there. It felt like her whole body was thrumming in time to her heartbeat. His mouth on her breast made her ache in ways she had never felt before.

He moved up her body to her neck, where he lightly kissed and then lay flush against her, just rocking for a few moments. Her hands on his back felt wonderful. The skin tingled she lightly ran her nails down the muscles of his back.

Sitting up, he threw off his shirt completely and started to undo his belt. Once it was unbuckled, he yanked it out of the loopholes and tossed it to the side. He paused and looked between the two of them.

"Bugger this," he said, grabbed for his wand he had put on his bedside table and banishing his pants to the floor, so all that was left on their skin was her knickers and his boxer briefs. Laying against her, he hissed at the skin to skin contact on his sensitive chest.

"Oh!" she gasped, her arms coming around him again. Rowena's left tit, he felt nice. Her entire body tingled where he touched it and she could not control the urge to move. Her legs spread wider as she wrapped both legs around his hips and undulated against him, her hands grabbed onto his shoulders. She used his bigger bulk to lever herself up until she could reach his neck, which she gave a slow lick to. Judging by the shudder that went through him, he rather enjoyed it, so she did it again, followed by a gentle bite. Seamus had hated it when she bit him, even gently, so she had learned to control the impulse. But Zabini had bitten her earlier, so surely it wasOK to reciprocate?

"Oh fuck," he hissed, rocking against her harder. "You bite too hard and this night is going to be over very quickly."

Blaise leaned back and smirked down at her. "Not that my tongue isn't amazing, but I think you'd be interested in a little more."

With that, he moved down further on her body and nuzzled the skin above her knickers. Inserting his fingers below the blue silk at the top, he pulled them down her thighs and past her knees, lifting her feet up to take the garment off completely. He slowly moved his left hand up her right leg and kissed his way up her other leg, until he reached her inner thigh. He bit the skin lightly from her knee cap to the apex of her thighs, where he settled down. He looked up at her and smirked.

"Let me know if I do something right, yeah?"

Luna whimpered as his mouth settled over her and grasped the sheets to try to keep from coming completely off the bed. Seamus had done this a few times, but had never done so with enthusiasm. It was more like an odious chore he had to undertake. Which was funny when you thought about it, since he liked her using her mouth on him so much. The few times she hadorgasmed during her relationship with him had been during oral sex.

Zabini murmured something about relaxing, making her realize that thinking of Seamus had made her tense up. This night, this moment, was about her. SeamusFinnigan had no right to steal this from her, and she firmly shoved him from her mind and concentrated on the feelings Zabini was evoking. He was skilled, no doubt about that. Within moments she was arching against his touch, her hands twisting in the sheets once again as she whimpered and moaned.

"I'll take that as, 'Yes, Blaise, right now you are doing everything right'." He inserted one of his fingers inside her and relished in the moan he received. Slowly pumping in and out, he added a second finger, and again, slowly--a third. When he had her all but thrashing on the bed, he started scissoring his fingers and crooking them upwards, all the time moving his tongue quickly. He loved how loud she was.

Luna lost all higher brain function as her body focused solely on what he was doing to her. This was not the gentle orgasms she had experienced before, not by a long shot. When she came, it was in a burst of fireworks that had her practically screaming in pleasure. She felt the aftershocks as he continued to pump his fingers inside of her, shuddering with each lightening bolt of pleasure. Bloody buggering fuck, no wonder he'd been so sought after at Hogwarts.

She actually whimpered at the loss when he moved up her body again, sliding his fingers from her body. The smirk on his face was pureSlytherin and she briefly considered calling him a prat, but decided that kissing him was of far more interest.

After kissing Luna and letting her cool down a bit, Blaise slid off the bed and took off his boxer briefs. He climbed back on the bed, grabbing his wand and casting a contraceptive charm.

"Just in case, love," he said, grinning down at her. "As beautiful as our children would be, I doubt we'd be the most wonderful parents."

He silenced any remark she would make with a kiss and poised himself over her. He slowly started guiding himself into her. They both let out rushes of air at the contact.

He had needed this. This... this was pure, unadultered lust and sexual energy. It was like coming home for him. He had needed something to take his mind off of... other people, and this was definitely hitting the spot. Literally.

Luna groaned as he touched places that had never been reached. She hadn't caught more than a quick glimpse of him when he stripped, but he was obviously above average in size, and from the shudders of pleasure wracking her body again, knew how to use it. She matched her rhythm to his, meeting his thrust for thrust. She hands held on to his forearms as she tried to keep herself anchored, blunt nails digging into his skin.

In what seemed like both forever and in no time at all, she felt herself reaching for that peak again. She didn't resist the urge to bite into his shoulder, muffling her scream of pleasure against his skin.

Merlin, she was a biter. He congratulated himself on finding one and quickly increased his thrusts. Feeling her convulse around, his hips kept pumping and he quicklyorgasmed, his eyes closing. Blaise shuddered and he took in deep gulps of air. Making sure he wasn't crushing her, he laid down on her and put his head on her breast bone, keep his eyes closed and just breathing.

Luna slowly came back down to earth, her whole body humming with the after affects of sex. Wonderful, mind-blowing sex. No wonder people enjoyed it so much, if there were more men like Zabini in the world. He definitely put Seamus into perspective, she thought as she stroked his head.

"I think I'm supposed to find it terribly rude that you called out someone else's name," she told him, gaze focused on the ceiling as her breathing finally settled into it's normal rhythm. "I'm sure I would, if I wanted anything more from you than a night of pleasure. But, maybe next time you should just find this Hannah and have sex with her. Most girls don't like being a substitute."

His eyes snapped open.

"Oh damnit."

Luna gently rolled him off of her and sat up. She really did need to get dressed and leave. That's how these things worked, wasn't it? No snuggling afterwards, no post coital chats. Which, in this case, was fine with her. She felt free, like a huge weight had been taken off her shoulders. Of course, it could be the endorphins from the sex, or the lingering buzz from the alcohol. But she thought that maybe, just maybe, it was her finally getting over Seamus.

Her clothes were scattered around the room and she slowly found each article except for her bra, which seemed to have disappeared into the ether. She dressed silently, basically ignoring Zabini, who remained on the bed, his arm over his eyes. His lips moved as if he were arguing silently to himself.

"Thank you," she told him seriously. "And I hope things work out for you and your Hannah." The only Hannah she could think of was Hannah Abbott, and wasn't that a strange pairing to contemplate? Worthy of theQuib, surely. "I don't suppose you could direct me to the floo? I think I'm possibly still pissed enough to make apparation a bad thing."

Blaise stopped his inner argument about whether or not he really had gotten over his Hannah ordeal when Luna started thanking him. A jolt ran through him when she called Hannah his. That was what he was trying to avoid.

He sat up and pointed to one of the doors on the far side of the room. "That leads to my sitting area. Right in front of you will be a fireplace with powder on the mantle. Watch out for the coffee table though."

"Does it bite?" Off his look, she elaborated. "The coffee table. Why else would I need to watch out for it? Never mind, I'll be sure to avoid it." With one last nod to him, she went through the indicated door, careful to skirt around the possibly ferocious table, and with a toss of green powder, disappeared.

Blaise fell back onto the bed with a huff. Then he started kicking at the sheets.

"Damnit, damnit, damnit!"



{Summary}: Blaise shows Luna that his rumors of being a manwhore aren't exactly rumors.