Prompt: Parenting (the REAL quickie).

It was partly Rose's fault, to be perfectly honest. She had been the kind of baby that made new parents feel invincible-like they had mastered every problem that generations previous had been too inept to solve. She had slept through the night before she was a month old, switched easily between breast and bottle as her mother's schedule required, cooed constantly, and could entertain herself in her crib indefinitely.

As a result Ron and Hermione laughed at all the frustrated tales that so many young parents relayed; tales of fatigued and sexless days. In fact, Hermione's late pregnancy randiness had seemed to be a permanent fixture in the Granger-Weasley household.

Then came Hugo. He was by no means an unhappy baby, just one who required constant attention. He slept little, and while awake, would have been content to remain forever in his mum or dad's loving arms. On the rare occasion that he could be coaxed into a charmed baby swing or play yard, the tiniest indication that his parents were a enjoying a kiss would bring about a meltdown.

So, to say that Ron Weasley was surprised when he arrived home to his lovely, although slightly frazzled, wife pulling him quickly into the kitchen for a heated snog, would be an epic understatement.

"Now that's the kind of welcome I've been missing."

"Shhh! We have to be quiet!"

"We do?"

"Yes…Rose and Hugo are in her room watching a video," she continued in answer to his doubtfully cocked eyebrow, "He has been all about her today, for some reason…we should take advantage of it while we can."

"That's sounds perfect, but we both know that kid can hear your knickers drop through three rooms and two closed doors."

"Precisely why I'm not wearing any."

It was partly Rose's fault, to be perfectly honest. She'd been the kind of baby that made new parents feel invincible-like they'd mastered every problem inferior parents were too inept to solve. She'd slept through the night before she was a month old, switched easily between breast and bottle as her mother's schedule required, cooed constantly, and could entertain herself indefinitely. As a result, Ron and Hermione laughed at the frustrated tales many young parents relayed: tales of fatigued and sexless days.

Then came Hugo. He was by no means an unhappy baby, just one who required constant attention. He slept little, and while awake, was content to remain forever in his mum or dad's loving arms. On the rare occasion that he could be coaxed into a charmed baby swing or play yard, the tiniest indication that his parents were enjoying a kiss would bring about a meltdown.

So, to say that Ron Weasley was surprised when he arrived home to his lovely, although slightly frazzled, wife pulling him quickly into the kitchen for a heated snog, would be an epic understatement.

"Now that's my kind of welcome!"

"Shhh! We have to be quiet!"

"We do?"

"Yes…Rose and Hugo are in her room watching a video," she continued in answer to his doubtfully cocked eyebrow, "He's obsessed with her today, for some reason…we should take advantage while we can."

"Sounds brilliant, but we both know that kid can hear your knickers drop through two closed doors and a silencing charm."

"Precisely why I'm not wearing any."

"Fuck."

"If you're quick and quiet."

"I prefer slow and loud, but I'll take what I can get."

With the practiced brisk brilliance obtained only by shag-desperate parents, Ron snogged his wife as he backed her toward the counter. Once there he lifted her up, leaving her hands free to deftly lift her skirt and unzip his trousers. He moaned quietly as her fingertips brushed his embarrassingly quick erection, while her heels dug into his arse, urging him forward.

"Damn woman, don't you want me to fondle your bits a little first?"

"I can do that myself, but nothing can take the place of you inside me."

"Bloody hell!" He whispered, his forehead resting on hers. "This is gonna be quicker than you bargained for if you keep saying shit like that."

He looked down into the small space between them to see her rubbing his cock up and down her wet slit. They both hissed as she brought him to her opening and inched forward to bring just his tip inside. Her position left her little control over the situation, so she encouraged him deeper by pushing him forward with her feet and opening her thighs even wider. He replied to her demand by slamming into her in one deft movement.

Ron relished the feeling of her being wrapped around him in every possible way. He knew he would not be able to hold out long against his rapidly approaching release. He could, however, bring her with him just as quickly. He pulled her closer and thrust into her with short deep strokes, punctuating each word he breathed across her ear.

"Being quick like this...do you remember? That first summer? Desperate for each other?"

"God, yes."

"I still remember…that first taste of you... your sweet fanny in my face...watching you come."

"More."

"Still the sexiest sight I've ever seen…could never get enough. My cock deep inside you, fucking you, loving you."

"Fuuu"

"Come…with me…you feel…too…fucking good…Mione!"

She did just that-the force of his climax triggering her own. They clung to one another, struggling to even out their breathing. They had just enough time to finish a cleansing charm before they were called back to parental reality by a commotion down the hall. Hugo's wail was broken by Rose's call.

"Mummy! 'Ugo needs ooh!"

Ron and Hermione chuckled as they straightened their clothes, relieved that the day had given them at least a few moments. She gave her husband a quick kiss and headed toward the kitchen door.

"Why don't you let me, love? You've been with them all day."

"That, my dear, is the second best plan I've heard today."