When Charlie strolled out of the shower with one of Lauren's white hotel towels wrapped around his waist, it was the final confirmation the young woman needed that, if he showed even the least bit of interest, she wasn't going to be able to stop herself from offering him the hospitality of her bed and her body as well as her bathroom. He was fit, tanned and toned, and she gasped when she saw the dragons inked on his shoulder and side. She had never been attracted to men with tattoos but, she decided, she was willing to make an exception in Charlie's case.

"I'm so sorry," he said. "I was so excited about the shower I forgot to take clean clothes in with me." With a smile, he picked his backpack up off the floor and turned back towards the bathroom.

"Wait, Charlie," Lauren said, and he turned. Briefly, he wondered if she was going to follow him, but she stepped towards him and touched his hair. Charlie took a deep breath. Was she making a move? Women didn't usually come on to him by rubbing bits of his hair between their fingers, but he was open to a new approach.

"Did you try the conditioner?" she asked him, and he nodded.

"You said I could try anything…"

"And I meant it," Lauren reassured him. "But when it says 'leave in', it only means for a few minutes, and then you need to rinse it out again…"

"Oh…" He was a bit embarrassed.

"Easy mistake to make," she said, smiling as he turned back towards the bathroom. As she heard him turn the shower on again, she tried not to imagine him naked under the running water, or to think about what might happen if she followed him in. Lauren pushed that thought down with a shake of her blonde curls and took the half-finished wine and glasses back out onto the balcony, settling herself in one of the two sun loungers that faced the forest.

Back in the bathroom, Charlie had rinsed out the conditioner and was applying laundry charms to a set of clothes, sending a wave of gratitude to his mother, who had ensured that all her children were competent in household magic from an early age. After making a different shirt and a pair of shorts look as if they had been washed and ironed, he put them on and then tidied the bathroom – another habit ingrained in him and his six siblings by Molly Weasley – before stepping out to re-join Lauren.

"That was lovely, thank you," he said, as soon as he arrived on the balcony. "I actually can't tell you how good that feels."

"No problem," Lauren said. "I've travelled a bit, so I know what it's like. There have been plenty of times someone's offered me a shower or a meal when I've been in need, so I'm happy to return the favour whenever I can."

Charlie sat down on the edge of the second sun lounger and picked up his glass, which Lauren had refilled. He took a sip, looking at her over the rim of the glass.

"What?" she asked him.

"You're a very interesting woman, Lauren Bennett."

"Why thank you … I think. Was that a compliment?"

"Oh fuck, yes," he said, taking a sip of his wine before putting the glass down. "Absolutely. Interesting is very good."

Lauren nodded, unusually lost for words. "OK," she said. She wondered again whether to just reach for him and see how he responded, but suddenly realised that she hadn't asked whether he was married or partnered. Internally, she groaned. She should have thought of that earlier.

"So," she asked. "Now you've shared my hair products, I reckon I can ask a more personal question … is there a special someone waiting for you to get home at the end of your camping trip?"

Charlie smiled and shook his head, hoping that the question was evidence of Lauren being as interested in spending the night with him as he was in spending the night with her. "No, there isn't. I'm … well…" he waved his hand to indicate the forest, "it's a bit hard to meet women here and, even if I did, I don't imagine many would want to live in the mountains." He lifted his glass and took another sip. "And to be honest, I'm at a point in my career where I don't really have time for anything serious."

"Oh, are you studying?" Lauren asked.

Charlie nodded. "I'm studying to become a Master in my field." There. He had used the term and she could make of it what she would. To Charlie's surprise, she nodded, looking impressed.

"That's great," she said, seeming excited for him. "I skipped a Masters … went straight to PhD because I knew what I wanted to research, but I imagine working with animals that you'd want the more practical side of it rather than research anyway."

"Exactly." Charlie was taken aback, but he found he very much liked the fact that Lauren appeared impressed.

"So have you got a research topic yet, or does it work differently in your field … I don't know if you're in the British university system here?" she asked.

"Hmmm, no, and there are some differences," Charlie hedged. He didn't imagine that they did weather magic in the British university system, which was one of his interests, but he couldn't exactly say that. Or explain that he loved transfiguration and wanted to improve his skills in that on the side. "I'm still figuring it out, really. I only just started it recently, so ask me in six months," he grinned, "and I might be able to give you a better answer."

"Fair enough," she replied, nodding. "I think lots of people feel that way in their first year. It's good to take your time. Not that one can never change direction, but your thesis can be a big key to getting you where you want to go."

"And where do you want to go?" Charlie asked her, hoping to divert the attention from himself again.

Lauren contemplated the question for a moment. "I'm not sure," she said. "I've got funding to set up a new project over the next couple of years. It's not exactly what I want to do in the long term, but it'll be a good stepping stone. It'll take up all my time though, so I can relate to what you're saying about that. Relationships, I mean. Plenty of time for those when I've got the other stuff figured out."

There. She had reminded him that she, too, was single.

In response, Charlie put his wine glass down again. "Nice to play, now and again, though," he said. There. She could laugh that off if she wanted, or come down that path with him if she chose.

"Oh yes," she said, looking him in the eyes and feeling her heartbeat increase at the knowledge that the game was on. "Playing is good."

"I've got the better view over here, love," Charlie said, nodding at the sun, which was setting behind Lauren. "Feel free to come over and we can share this one…" He patted his sun lounger, in case his words weren't quite clear enough.

"Alright," she whispered, getting up from her own sun lounger and taking two steps towards Charlie's. Rather than moving across to let her sit beside him, though, he shifted himself towards the head of the lounger, swinging his left leg over the side and bending the right one up, making space for Lauren to sit between his legs. She did, and Charlie put his arm around her waist, pulling her body against his and resting his chin on her shoulder.

"This is nice," he said, waving his hand vaguely in the direction of the setting sun, and she murmured in agreement. She felt the lovely prickling sensation that always happened when the energy shifted into a sexual tension this quickly, and put her hand on Charlie's leg. The red hairs were soft, and she stroked him gently.

"It is," she said, turning to look directly into his blue eyes and putting her hand on his chest. "But, if I'm honest, I prefer this view."

Charlie smiled. He slid both of his hands around either side of Lauren's face, cupping her cheeks as he gently kissed her lips. Lauren moaned, moving her own hands; one in his hair and one on his side, and tilted her face to deepen the kiss. For several minutes, they didn't speak, and all that could be heard were the evening birds, the soft slurping noises of their kissing and the moans that they released into each other's mouths.

Soon, they began to explore more of each other's bodies with their hands. Lauren slid both of hers up inside Charlie's shirt, making him groan as she thumbed his nipples before exploring his back with her fingertips. She could feel a few scars here and there, and she gently stroked their outlines before moving her fingers to new places, wanting to cover as much of him with her touch as possible. In return, Charlie stroked her back and then began to run his fingers gently up and down her sides.

Suddenly, Lauren threw her head back, giggling uncontrollably, and pleading with Charlie to stop. He froze, unsure of what had just happened.

"I'm so ticklish," she told him, still laughing. She had caught his hands in hers, holding them to her sides.

"What, here?" he asked, feigning innocence while taking the opportunity to tickle her a bit more.

She squealed as she twisted her body, trying to get away from the sensation. "Yes, stop Charlie."

Charlie held his hands in the air, grinning. He knew better than to carry on, even in jest, when a woman told him to stop. Arthur Weasley had drummed that into all six of his sons. "I've stopped, love."

Lauren was panting. She leaned forward, kissing him full on the mouth, sliding her tongue inside to caress his for a moment, and then pulling back again with a more chaste kiss to his lower lip. "I need a wee," she said. "Sorry. I promise I'll be right back and," she trailed her fingers down his chest and teased them into the top of his shorts, watching the bulge grow beneath her eyes, "we can get back to where we left off…"

Charlie held his hands on her hips to help steady her as she stood. He watched her as she wandered into her room, shaking his head and not quite believing his good fortune. He had had a bugger of an afternoon, and his idea of a compensatory treat was a beer before he retired, alone, to his tent. Not in a million years would he have thought that his evening would include wine and a nice meal in the company of a clever, pretty, funny woman who would end up sitting in his lap while she snogged and groped him. He had had far worse days, that was for sure.

Lauren fished into the bathroom cupboard for her diaphragm, delighted that she had popped it into her washbag despite not being able to imagine any circumstances in which she would have use for it in Romania. She had known the hotel would be full of couples, and the chance of meeting a single man who she would want to spend the night with in this remote place was next to nil. But there he was; a gorgeous, redheaded male; hard, willing and on her balcony. She made quick work of getting herself ready and wandered back out to Charlie.

"Are you happy out here, or would you rather come inside, Charlie?"

"I'm happy anywhere you want me, love; you're the boss…"

A short while later, Lauren had Charlie Weasley exactly where she wanted him. Naked, on his back, on her bed, between her thighs, with his hands on her arse. His smiling mouth was open and panting in ecstasy and joy as she buried his thick cock deep inside her and slid up and down on it, breasts bouncing towards his gorgeous face.

Charlie couldn't have been more delighted with this arrangement. He loved it when a woman took the lead, and he had the perfect view of Lauren's face and breasts. As she approached her orgasm, he moved his hands to her hips and bent his legs slightly so that he could thrust into her more deeply, making her whine and call out his name as his orgasm followed quickly on the heels of her own. Lauren sighed as she finished, tipping her head down for a moment and then back up, to look into his blue eyes. "You good?" she asked, and he raised his eyebrows.

He blew out through half-closed lips as if he was a horse, making Lauren laugh at the noise. "I'm great," he said, smiling and then gently tipping Lauren onto her side, their legs tangling together as he rolled her onto the cool sheet and pulled another over them, wanting to ensure she wouldn't get cold.

"Sorry … haven't got laid for a few weeks … couldn't make it last longer," she panted.

Charlie laughed. "Isn't that usually the man's line?"

Lauren raised her eyebrows. "You're lucky I'm so well fucked, Charlie. Otherwise you'd be getting one of my lectures on challenging gender norms."

"If I'm good, love," he pressed his face into her curls, "can I have it later? I'd really like to hear it."

Charlie didn't get his lecture that night. He got fucked twice more, though. The first time was in the bed, after a break to share out the last of the wine into the glasses that Lauren sent him to collect from the balcony so that she could watch him walking around naked. She made no bones about that being her goal, either. After they had finished drinking it, Charlie took the empty bottle, gently pushed Lauren onto her back and dripped the last few drops of the cold liquid onto her pussy before diving down with his tongue to chase them. She squealed and then moaned deeply, coming under his tongue before he slid up her and thrust into her for a second time which lasted much longer than their first.

They fell asleep after that, not even having the energy to shut the balcony door, but enjoying the breeze that blew over their hot bodies. Lauren became aware of Charlie's hardness pressing into her again at about three in the morning and she pushed back against him with a soft moan, turning slightly onto her tummy and lifting her right leg so he had easier access. He made her wet by gently stroking her with his fingers and knuckles and then pushed himself into her from behind. They enjoyed a long, slow fuck in which her orgasm came from the continued attentions of Charlie's fingers rather than his cock, but she wasn't complaining. He was a considerate and generous lover and, when he dropped a kiss onto her shoulder afterwards, murmuring a thank you before saying goodnight, her final two thoughts before dropping into the best sleep she had had for ages were, first, that he would probably slip out before she awoke and, second, that inviting him to sit on her sofa was the best thing she had done all week. She didn't regret a moment of their one-night stand.