Title: Touch
Author: Jules
E-mail: silverlilyus@yahoo.com
Rating: R
Category: Romance (Fluff)
Couple: Ron/Hermione
Feedback: Yes, please!
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: Not mine. Wish they were. Don't sue,
please.
Summary: A mind romp during a late-night interlude.
Author's Note: Random. Utterly. Expect more of this sort…they are coming.
Touch
Ghost fingers brush against my skin.
I open my eyes to find Ron staring down at me, his own eyes hot and dark with desire. His fingers are gliding softly over my collarbone, and I whimper at the tingling sensation they invoke.
"God, you're beautiful." His voice shakes, and I feel my lips curve into a smile. I lift my right hand and cup his cheek, running my fingers lightly over the slight stubble I feel there. Letting my hand trail into his hair, I pull his head down to mine and devour him in a kiss.
His kisses make me wild. He throws himself whole-heartedly into them, demonstrating his passion for me through his actions. His tongue thoroughly explores the inside of my mouth, and I feel as though he is reaching my very soul.
Nothing has ever felt as good as Ron's touch on my skin. Nothing.
I knew years ago that when Ron finally touched me, it would break me. It did. And in that, I was reborn.
Under Ron's touch, I become wild, wanton, alive. I hum with sexual energy, burn with need, flush with lust. I love it when Ron touches me—I can feel his love and yearning for me in his gentle caresses. I don't know if Ron really realizes what it is he does to me. I try to tell him, both with words and with actions, but I'm not sure he knows.
Does he know that he is the keeper of my heart? Does he know that he is the most important thing in my life? Does he know that I would gladly die for him?
Does he know that I would most surely die without him?
His hands trace paths of fire over my skin, and I quiver in sweet anticipation. Lower, lower…until he reaches the center of my pleasure, dipping slowly in between my thighs, dragging his fingers over my moist heat. I arch my hips closer, seeking the delicious friction I know his touch can bring me, and in his every caress, I feel a love so strong and pure it floors me.
I struggle to maintain a hold on my thoughts as Ron strokes me more firmly, swirling his fingers against the most sensitive part of my body as his tongue in my mouth imitates the motion of his fingers. It feels like heaven, and I am lost, so caught up in the rapture I forget to think, forget to breathe.
I can only feel.
Ron shifts above me and I open my legs to cradle him. He takes himself in hand and gently enters me, filling me full, stretching me until he can press no farther.
"Hermione…" His voice issues a hoarse groan of my name. As my body molds around him, he gazes into my eyes, and I shiver at the intensity of the expression on his face.
With his eyes, he tells me he loves me.
With his kiss, he tells me he adores me.
With his body, rocking and thrusting against me, he tells me that he cherishes me.
And in the moments before release, just as the luscious tension uncoils like a spring, I find my voice.
"I love you."
--END--
Author: Jules
E-mail: silverlilyus@yahoo.com
Rating: R
Category: Romance (Fluff)
Couple: Ron/Hermione
Feedback: Yes, please!
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: Not mine. Wish they were. Don't sue,
please.
Summary: A mind romp during a late-night interlude.
Author's Note: Random. Utterly. Expect more of this sort…they are coming.
Touch
Ghost fingers brush against my skin.
I open my eyes to find Ron staring down at me, his own eyes hot and dark with desire. His fingers are gliding softly over my collarbone, and I whimper at the tingling sensation they invoke.
"God, you're beautiful." His voice shakes, and I feel my lips curve into a smile. I lift my right hand and cup his cheek, running my fingers lightly over the slight stubble I feel there. Letting my hand trail into his hair, I pull his head down to mine and devour him in a kiss.
His kisses make me wild. He throws himself whole-heartedly into them, demonstrating his passion for me through his actions. His tongue thoroughly explores the inside of my mouth, and I feel as though he is reaching my very soul.
Nothing has ever felt as good as Ron's touch on my skin. Nothing.
I knew years ago that when Ron finally touched me, it would break me. It did. And in that, I was reborn.
Under Ron's touch, I become wild, wanton, alive. I hum with sexual energy, burn with need, flush with lust. I love it when Ron touches me—I can feel his love and yearning for me in his gentle caresses. I don't know if Ron really realizes what it is he does to me. I try to tell him, both with words and with actions, but I'm not sure he knows.
Does he know that he is the keeper of my heart? Does he know that he is the most important thing in my life? Does he know that I would gladly die for him?
Does he know that I would most surely die without him?
His hands trace paths of fire over my skin, and I quiver in sweet anticipation. Lower, lower…until he reaches the center of my pleasure, dipping slowly in between my thighs, dragging his fingers over my moist heat. I arch my hips closer, seeking the delicious friction I know his touch can bring me, and in his every caress, I feel a love so strong and pure it floors me.
I struggle to maintain a hold on my thoughts as Ron strokes me more firmly, swirling his fingers against the most sensitive part of my body as his tongue in my mouth imitates the motion of his fingers. It feels like heaven, and I am lost, so caught up in the rapture I forget to think, forget to breathe.
I can only feel.
Ron shifts above me and I open my legs to cradle him. He takes himself in hand and gently enters me, filling me full, stretching me until he can press no farther.
"Hermione…" His voice issues a hoarse groan of my name. As my body molds around him, he gazes into my eyes, and I shiver at the intensity of the expression on his face.
With his eyes, he tells me he loves me.
With his kiss, he tells me he adores me.
With his body, rocking and thrusting against me, he tells me that he cherishes me.
And in the moments before release, just as the luscious tension uncoils like a spring, I find my voice.
"I love you."
--END--