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Beach Vacation Part 1
"God, I missed you, Hermione" said Ron, entering the door to their small London flat. This Auror mission lasted well over a week and was followed with piles of paperwork for the Ministry. Hermione was relieved and overjoyed to have her boyfriend home again after waiting all week. Left alone with just her cat and her books, things got a little quiet and she felt like an old maid.
"I missed you, too, Love." She ran into his arms and embraced him, planting dozens of soft kisses all over his face and neck. Ron smiled in adoration of his beautiful lover, whose eyes sparkled every time she saw him. She was so unbelievably dedicated to him and beamed with pride over him.
"I can't believe how long you had to be gone!" She sighed, "How long do you have off before the next job?" she asked desperately, leading him to the sofa where she had ready a plate of cheese and crackers and two glasses of cabernet sauvignon. Ron had already stuffed a cracker into his mouth and was gulping down wine when she asked.
"I have four days... Four days I plan to spend with you." He leaned over to give her a kiss. She smirked at him and took a sip of the deep red wine. Her lips were now tinted the same dark shade and she looked incredibly sexy.
"Well, I've been thinking about some fun we could have for your time off," she grinned.
"Oh, yeah? What's that?" He inquired, fascinated by her sexy red lips and the tone of her voice.
She leaned over and whispered in his ear, "Sex on the beach." Ron's eyes widened with excitement as she nibbled on the bottom of his earlobe.
"That sounds... amazing. But, where are you planning to go?" He asked, starting to get turned on by the idea.
"My cousin, my Muggle cousin in California, has a cottage right on the beach that's available while she's away with her husband." Ron lit up at the idea of sitting on a sunny, California beach, to get the chance to play in the surf and sand, and maybe watch Hermione play beach volleyball in an extremely tiny bikini... "I hope that's not too far?" she interrupted his daydream.
"No, I think, as long as we apparate carefully, it will be fine." He was excited to be such an advanced wizard with such a daunting task as intercontinental apparition. He was also finally going to be able to present her with the ring that had been sitting in his dresser drawer for almost three months. Ginny had helped him pick it out and would not leave him alone until she knew he asked her properly.
"Alright," Hermione said, "I'm going to pack." She looked over at his duffle that he brought home, "I guess you can re-pack if you want. But for now enjoy your wine." She ran her fingers through his hair and darted off the the bedroom closet.
Ron devoured the rest of the crackers and cheese and gulped down the wine before following her into their bedroom. He watched her for a few minutes, enjoying the view as she held different outfits up to herself in the mirror and threw them into her bag. He noticed some rather sexy beachwear had been thrown in as well. "'Mione, I think I'm gonna turn in for the night and take care of the packing in the morning," he said while stripping himself of his robes and putting on flannel pants and a loose t-shirt.
Hermione couldn't help but notice how incredibly sexy his biceps were, or how his chest looked so muscular and strong these days. She leaned into him and kissed him goodnight. "I just need to tidy up the living room and kitchen and I'll be in bed shortly. I promise."
Ron laid back in the bed and watched her leave the room, enchanted by her beauty. He soon drifted off into a deep sleep, dreaming of the day they would get married.
Hermione was soon back in the bedroom, watching Ron sleep peacefully. She was relieved to have him home safe once again, and especially glad to be able to crawl into his warm, safe arms.
When Ron awoke the next morning he was surprised to see Hermione still sleeping. He quietly snuck out of bed and tiptoed to his dresser to grab the ring. He stole a quick glance at it before shoving it into his duffle bag. He was truly excited about this trip, not only because he planned to propose, but because California was said to be such a beautiful place. He grabbed a few outfits and a sweatshirt and stuffed them in the bag before sneaking off to the kitchen to begin making breakfast.
Hermione awoke a little later to the rich smells of bacon and coffee. She loved when Ron cooked for her. She sauntered her way over to the coffee pot and poured herself a cup. She wrapped her arm around Ron's waist as he flipped over a piece of bacon. "Mmmm... smells good," she acknowledged. Ron glowed as she said this, feeling well appreciated.
"You slept well, I take it?" Ron inquired
"So much better, now that I have you in bed with me." She jeered, with a little innuendo in her tone. "I have to shower and get ready, we'll leave in a little bit, okay?"
Not long after she disappeared from the kitchen she was back with her packed bag, ready to leave for their beach vacation. She wore the sexy jeans that Ron loved so much paired with a slouchy t-shirt over her tiny frame. She and Ron finished up the rest of the bacon and tidied up the kitchen. Ron grabbed his duffle and wand and they soon apparated into an enchanting beach cottage, not far from Santa Cruz.
The place smelled of fresh linens and ocean air, and was painted a crisp white color both inside and out. The back doorway led out to a wooden porch with two wicker chairs and a gorgeous view of the beach. The ocean was just a few steps away and one could hear it crashing quite clearly. The living area of the cottage was simple, with dark brown wooden furnishings and one plush, navy blue sofa facing the window.
Hermione dashed to the glass doorway, and sliding it open she took a huge breath of the sea air. Although the sky was not perfectly clear, the sun peeked through the clouds enough to make the beach inviting. Hermione kicked her shoes off and began walking towards the tides. "I love the smell of the ocean, don't you?" she shouted out as she made her way towards the edge of the water.
Ron followed suit and removed his shoes as well, running towards her. They both rolled up their pants so they wouldn't get wet. She grabbed his hand and made him join her, ankle deep in water. "This is freezing!" Ron complained but stayed there as she giggled at him.
"Don't you just love the feeling of sand between your toes?" She grinned and took off running through the gentle waves, kicking up water and sand as Ron followed obligingly.
"I love you, Hermione Granger," he declared when he caught up to her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and planted a huge, lavish kiss on his lips. "I love you, too, Ronald Weasley."
The two returned to the cottage with cold feet and sand all over themselves. They hosed off before going back inside to climb under some blankets. Ron was thinking about what he was going to say when he proposed. There was no doubt in his mind that this was the perfect place to do it, but what words could he use? This was Hermione. They'd been together nearly five years now, and yet he couldn't help feeling that twinge of fear, the fear she may reject him.
"'Mione, are you hungry?" he asked casually while walking over to the icebox. Peering inside, he knew very few of the American and Muggle products that littered the fridge. "What's Pepsi?"
"Disgusting." She replied bluntly. "It's sugary American crap that should never be consumed by anything living." But as she started this second phrase Ron had already gulped down half the can.
"Really? Not to bad, if you ask me," he teased as she looked in the fridge for something of her own liking.
"Why don't you have something healthy, Ron, like carrot sticks?" She pulled the bag out and placed it in front of him. She grabbed a bottle of water for herself. Ron rolled his eyes at her attempts to be a 'health nut' and grabbed some carrots with discordance. Hermione started to giggle at his antics and he smiled back. Soon they couldn't stop staring into one another's eyes. "Ron, you know... we're alone... and my feet are still kind of chilly." Hermione pouted.
"Well... I best warm you up, eh?" He grabbed her by the waist and lifted her over to the sofa. He began kissing her slowly and softly until she pressed her body into his and slid her tongue into his mouth. "'Mione, what exactly are you trying to do, here?" he jaunted as she gave him a bewitching gaze.
"There is a bedroom, you know," she grinned as she fervently lurched at him and dragged him into the little room. Hermione fell backwards onto the bed, Ron on top of her kissing and nibbling her neck as they went down. He traced the edge of her t-shirt with his fingers, softly stroking the spaces between her navel and her hips. She pulled him in closer and began fumbling with his jeans. She soon got the button undone and zipper down. Ron broke his kissing momentarily, to peel off her t-shirt, revealing her soft, supple breasts and smooth stomach.
Hermione reveled in seeing his excitement. He felt the edges of her soft white bra and cupped her covered breasts. He wrapped his arms around her back and unfastened her bra, reaching underneath to touch her peaked nipples. She felt his member pressing up against the side of her leg, he was throbbing with anticipation. She felt herself becoming more and more moist at the thought of his large shaft plunging into her. If he doesn't hurry up and fuck me, I think I might explode! She thought as she ripped off his t-shirt and rubbed her hands all over his strong chest and firm biceps. Taking in a shaky breath, Ron finally slid her bra off her shoulders, leaning down and sucking on her right nipple, biting gently at it as she moaned.
He reached down and unbuttoned her jeans, pulling them down past her hips and delighted at seeing her turquoise, lace panties. Oh, Merlin, how I love this woman! Hermione pulled down Ron's pants and boxers and started feeling up and down his shaft. Pulling her panties down, she threw them across the floor and opened her legs, welcoming her lover into her. He pushed his stiff member into her and she yelped with excitement, arching her back to take him in deeper. He felt his whole body merge with hers as he pumped in and out of her soft core. She tightened herself around him, feeling her heart beating in time to their lovemaking. She moaned as he thrust himself deep inside her, grabbing her buttocks in his large, capable hands.
She could feel herself getting closer to the edge. "I'm going to come, Ron!"
"Come all over me, 'Mione, please... feel... so good..." he grunted before starting to feel his own climax. She let go and released her muscles as he pumped one last time. She cried out a little as she felt his warmth spreading inside her.
"That was amazing," Hermione stated, breathlessly.
"You weren't so bad yourself... for a Muggle-born." Ron chuckled as he lay beside her. He took in a large breath and noticed her dirty look at his remark. "Just joking, Love." Her glare softened to a loving gaze into his pure, blue eyes.
Despite his snide remarks, I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with this man. Hermione thought, turning onto her side, facing Ron. He was staring at her with those sweet, puppy-dog eyes that made her heart flutter. She knew that this was her destiny, and that was perfect.