Title: Christmas Eve with the Weasleys
Author: Brissygirl
Rating: R
Characters: Ron/Hermione, Rose
Beta: astopperindeath
Warnings: het sex, accidental voyeurism, mental scarring of teenagers, humour
Summary: Ron and Hermione take advantage of having the house to themselves
Disclaimer: All characters belong to JK Rowling and associates. I'm just having fun.
Word Count: 387
A/N: Written as a Christmas present for queenb23more, her prompt was loud love-making to the horror of their kids. This is a continuation of Surprise Party Gone Wrong and Mortification.
It doesn't exactly fit the prompt, but I'm blaming wanderhomeagain for the inspiring drabble that she wrote me that spawned this bunny. I hope you like it, feedback feeds the muse. Enjoy!
Christmas Eve with the Weasleys
It was nine o'clock the night of Christmas Eve. Ron and Hermione Weasley were putting the last few gifts under the tree and adding finishing touches to decorations.
Hermione had placed the last gift under the tree, when she noticed one that she'd never seen before. It was addressed to her, from Ron. The package was wrapped in bright red paper which a large green bow. It was a long flattish square box. Intrigued, Hermione asked, "What's this, Ron?" holding up the box for her husband to see.
"Oh… um… That's supposed to be a surprise. It's just something that I thought we could enjoy together, maybe later tonight since the kids aren't home."
"What is it?"
"I can't tell you that. It would ruin the surprise."
"Ron, if it's something we can both enjoy, why not take advantage of the fact that we've got the house to ourselves. Rose will be home from Scorpius' soon, and Hugo is at Harry and Ginny's for the night." Hermione kissed her husband to emphasise what she wanted.
The kiss went from soft and passionate to hungry and demanding. Ron had his arms around his wife, pulling her close as he lowered her back onto the floor. He loved Hermione even more when she was frisky like this: it made ravishing her that much more pleasurable.
Sliding his hands up under her cherry-red silk camisole, he lifted it over her head and tossed it across the room. He dipped his head and claimed one of her breasts in his mouth, while he gently kneaded the other.
Hermione moaned in pleasure, but she was getting impatient; she wanted Ron to fuck her now. Gathering her concentration while her body was being played like a fine instrument was difficult at best. But Hermione persevered and eventually banished their clothes.
Divested of their clothes, neither of them could hold back any longer. Hermione gasped out, "Now, Ron." and he was only to happy to comply.
Their lovemaking started slowly, but the pace soon became frantic with Ron pounding into his beautiful wife, over and over again. Just as they were nearing their climax, the Floo flared to life and Rose stepped out. She screamed, "ARGH… MY EYES!" and fled back into the fire. Thinking her parents were trying to scar her for life.
A/N: For those of you wondering what Hermione's present was, it's a pair of sexy knickers and a set of handcuffs.