A.N.: Hey hey, we're back in lemon-mode! :) I just realised that I still owe you the whole bathtub-fantasy-talk, though, so that discussion will still need to follow. I plan to post the next chapter on Monday. Thanks as always for reading and commenting! Lots of love! x
Hermione laughed as the water ran over her skin, nice and hot and filled with soapy bubbles. Immediately soaking her skirt and knickers, as well as her bra. She looked up from the darkening fabric to meet Ron's happy grin.
"Oops.", he said, unaffectedly, and she burst into another wave of laughter, accented by the sound of his. Ron was about to climb in next to her, but before he'd fully sat down, she was out of the tub again.
"Hey, what..-", Ron protested, but quickly beamed at her when he saw her cheekily pulling the bra straps from both of her shoulders. She reached around and opened the little hook that rested among silk on her back, and while Ron was sitting in the bathtub and quietly watching her, she also pulled both skirt and knickers down in one quick movement.
She heard Ron suck in a breath and avoided his gaze, blushing slightly. Even after so many occasions, and after what had already just now happened between them, she couldn't help the little twitch of nervousness reach out to her, after shedding her clothes so shamelessly and openly in front of him.
Yes, she knew that he found her attractive,- it was far from nebulous at this point,- but still, her willingness, her intense passion for him, sometimes overwhelmed her. And then she'd wonder whether to slow down a bit or not, whether to be a little less direct about how he affected her...
Which was entirely impossible, because,- Oh Merlin's beard,- did he even have the slightest idea how incredible he was? As she climbed back into the heat of the bubble covered water, facing him, his broad chest and the million of freckles decorating it made her almost shiver with anticipation. He reached for her instantly, pulling her closer, leaning far in, and tilting her chin up towards his earnest expression to crash his lips to her own.
She sighed silently, feeling her lashes gently fall onto her cheeks as pure and complete desire took over. The tip of Ron's tongue graced her bottom lip,- slowly, sensually, as if he knew exactly what he was doing to her, - and then her lips drew apart far enough to let his hot tongue slide in and his jaw moving further into her, to deepen the kiss.
He was so good at what he was doing,- good enough for Hermione not to concentrate any more on the possible explanation for this fact,- but Hermione knew for sure that there was not really anything he could possibly be doing wrong.. He was Ron, after all, and even if he were the sort of person that others would describe as a bad kisser, or something like that, Hermione would probably never even notice. It was hard to imagine Ron interacting in any sort of physical way like this with her, and not being amazing at it. In what universe would sex with Ron Weasley not be fantastic?
Between pondering this and gripping his upper arms in both fists, the snogging had continued a little further, and now Ron made his way down to suck at the sensitive skin of her neck, - making her skin flush deep red, probably,- while contented moans of pleasure made their way out of her body.
Ron gently drew a line above the scar of Hermione's neck with the tip of his index finger, so soft, in fact, that she opened her eyes and met his with them. The intense look there, the burning desire mixed with so much ache and devotion and freaking love...
It made her fall for Ron all over again. Because... Well, because he didn't have to concentrate on that scar right now, or ever at all, but he still did. He still constantly wanted her to know how deeply it had affected him to almost have lost her, that day... And he'd eagerly tried to take her place, to be tortured into death or complete insanity if it meant that she might somehow survive instead..
It was scary how far he'd go to protect her. Scary and so, so wrong. Never in a million years would she have forgiven herself if Bellatrix Lestrange had accepted Ron's offer that day.. And still, selfishly Hermione felt such an intense sense of protection, of safety, at the thought that Ron cared so much. That he'd do for her what she'd do for him in a heartbeat, too.
His lips were on her again, this time to whisper sweet nothings against her neck, while soundlessly rubbing her shoulders in his big palms. She felt herself sink back a bit, almost against her end of the porcelain, and Ron followed, lying half on top of her, between her legs. Still concentrating on her upper chest and collarbone.
"You are perfect.", he rasped, as his thumb sneaked its way below one of her breasts, finally. "Did you know that?"
Hermione pulled Ron closer into herself with her legs, wrapping her calves securely around his lower back. His middle grazed her centre, gently, but rock hard, and they both let out a weird sort of mutual shudder that made them grin in unison.
"I want you to be inside of me, Ron.", she finally whispered, clear and matter-of-factly, ignoring his previous comment. "Can you arrange that?"
He snorted and kissed her nose. His eyes were the sort of blue that never really faded to greyish half-volumes, no matter the sort of light, but Hermione could see a familiar darkening in them... He was just as turned on as she was, possibly more so.. It had been far too long.. And he was right there, right where she needed him to be..
"Do you want me to go slow, or...-", he rasped, and she violently shook her head, which made him almost grin despite the tension. "Please, Ron..", she whimpered, pulling him even closer, and his tip met the slick warmth of her centre. Ron groaned deeply.
"I hoped so.", Ron whispered, close to her ear, and the way his tall frame hovered lowly over her in the small gleam the room offered was somehow mesmerising... "God, Hermione.", Ron hummed, as he slowly lowered himself into her core, grabbing her waist, "You're so wet."
"We're in a bathtub.", she replied, between leaning her head back against said tub and shivering out her ecstasy.
His rough palms stroked her thighs, as he pressed himself further down, until they were entirely connected, and even she could feel the slippery texture of her tight walls as they engulfed him. Their ragged breathing became louder, the movement of the water around them became faster.
"Ughh!", was Ron's comment to this, among several other throaty sounds. His palms started clinging to her behind for a second, pulling her that much closer, and he pulled out for a second to return in a slightly harsher nature. It was all slippery and wet and the sweet smell of the bubbles surrounded her... The water crashed in big gulps across the edge of their tub, hitting the floor in loud amounts, and as Ron's palms cupped her breasts and kneaded them for a second, she gripped his waist to make him ram faster into her, harder, deeper.
The tub was pretty much perfect for what they were doing, because if Hermione hadn't found such a good position in it's shape, she might have happily drowned as Ron's fist started to put all the right pressure on top of where they were joined.. Where she wanted him to touch her so badly, despite how great his long, thick shaft already felt as it rubbed her harshly from the inside.
"That's it... Yeah, oh god, yeah..", moaned Ron, and the sight of his completely desire-clad expression and his ginger stubble and his parted lips above her might have brought Hermione over the edge, hadn't she been so eager to hear more of Ron's mindless ramble..
"Fuck, that's right, ugh...ugh..Oh god, yeah!"
Watching him quiver and grunt while he kept his quick hard pace, and while his muscular arms started to shake next to her from all the pleasure, Hermione found it utterly ridiculous to be this turned on. She felt the earthquake coming before her lower parts had even realised it.
"Oh, Ron!", she whimpered, and as her walls clamped down around him, he followed quickly, exploding into her with a long, low moan.
She opened her eyes later,- not sure, how much later, as it had taken them quite a while to ride out their orgasms together and calm down afterwards,- and the sweet, perfect weight of Ron's form on top of her in the water was intoxicating. She kissed his ear and let out a contented sigh, hoping that they'd have a bathtub just like this close-by for the rest of their lives.
