Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any related characters.

A/N: Happy Friday! A NSFW drabble requested from Tumblr - Ron and Hermione have some time alone while the kids are away.

I Just Wanna

"Daddy and mum will see you two tomorrow! Be good for nanny and bampy!" Ron called out just before disappearing through the floo at the Burrow. He landed promptly back in the sitting area of his own home, finding Hermione standing in front of him with a massive grin on her face.

"Alone at last," he sighed out, mirroring Hermione's body language as both sets of shoulders sagged down in relief.

They plopped down on opposite ends of the sofa with their feet tangled together in the middle. Thank Merlin for grandparents who were eager to spend extra time with their grandkids, especially after a hell of a week with two young tots.

"So...do you want to order takeaway?" Ron mumbled, pointing his toes to poke Hermione's hip bone.

"No."

"Do you wanna watch that muggle show you're always going on about?"

"No."

"Well then, what do you reckon we should do?" Ron grumbled with his eyes closed, increasingly annoyed that Hermione instantly shot down all of his ideas.

Hermione lifted her head up, and stared at him hard. "Honestly, Ron? I just wanna fuck."

Ron opened one eye, not sure if he heard her correctly. "Wh-what did you just say?"

"You heard me. I'm at my wit's end with the Ministry, our kids are barmier by the day, and I've got all this pent up sexual frustration because you haven't touched me in over a week. So, I'm going to have a drink, and then I'm going to shag your brains out, Ronald Weasley."

Fucking hell, he married the most brilliant witch on the planet.

Without breaking their gaze, he stretched his hand out to the side and muttered, "Accio goblet."

The crystal cup flew out of the kitchen, straight into Ron's hand. He then reached behind him to grab a questionable bottle from the end table, popping it open with ease before pouring the liquid into the cup.

"I thought I told you to put the firewhiskey up in the cupboard where the kids couldn't reach?" Hermione admonished, disapproval dripping from her tone.

"Did you see how those rotten buggers were acting this week? Besides, I only got it out right before I took them to the Burrow. Figured we could use a toast for our one blasted night of freedom."

Hermione took the cup from his hands and downed the fizzy substance in one gulp. "How come you didn't summon a glass for yourself?"

Ron stole the goblet back, and poured in another significant amount before bringing it to his lips. "We're sharing, love," he murmured cheekily before downing the whiskey.

As soon as he let the smooth liquid burn down his throat, Hermione snatched the goblet and bottle from his hands, setting it on the table behind her. Turning back to face him, she scooted her bum closer so that she was practically seated on his lap. She looped her arms around his neck — her hot breath, now tainted with traces of cinnamon whiskey, filling his nostrils.

"Mmm...hi," she whispered seductively, her sultry words leaving a trail of goose pimples along his skin.

Ron's hands lowered expertly to her arse, drawing a squeal from Hermione's mouth. "You're about to drive me mental tonight, aren't you?"

Ron pouted when Hermione untangled her limbs from his before standing abruptly. "Where are you going?"

She rotated only her head back to throw Ron a curvy smile, providing him with the most pleasant view of her backside as she sauntered down the hall. "Honestly, Ron, where do you think?"

His eyes lit up instantly, wasting no time before chasing her the rest of the way down the hall, taking great pleasure from hearing her throaty laughter as he tackled her onto the bed.

"Ron!"

"You started it, woman!"

Hermione playfully kicked at his thighs, and he sat back on his knees as he marveled at his beautiful, amazing, sexy wife. He was the luckiest sodding bloke alive.

"Lay on your stomach," he demanded. She did as instructed, and he climbed over the top of her, straddling her back while being careful not to put too much of his weight on her.

His fingertips trailed along the sides of her torso, lifting her shirt up over the curves of her breasts before finally removing it completely from her body. Ron's hands worked to undo the clasp on her bra, letting in hang loosely off her shoulders. He placed his thumbs between her shoulder blades, digging in deeply and eliciting a loud, muffled moan from Hermione who had her face buried in her pillow.

Ron leaned forward and whispered huskily in her ear, "Tonight's about making you feel good, love."

He took her soft whimper as approval, and he continued his movements, kneading her skin and concentrating hard to roll out the knots in her back. When Hermione groaned loudly, he knew he found her pressure point.

"Oh, that feels fantastic, Ron."

Ron started to apply less pressure while stroking her back lightly with his fingertips. He leaned over to pepper soft kisses up and down her bare skin before placing one behind her ear. "I want you so fucking bad," he growled, flipping Hermione's body over so that he could view her glazed-over chocolate brown eyes and watch her curls splay out across the mattress.

Hermione instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist, pushing his hardened erection into the growing heat of her knickers so deliberately that he had to fight not to lose it right then and there. He cupped her face in his hands and smashed his lips to hers, not willing to waste another second without being as close as possible.

"Make sure to use the charm," she mumbled into his mouth, "There's no way in hell I'm getting pregnant again."

Ron broke their snog momentarily to guffaw at her. "Oi! No more little red-headed babies for you, huh?"

Hermione only rolled her eyes in a huff, digging her heels into his bum in an effort to draw him closer again. "What, are you in a race to catch up with your parents or something?"

"Fuck no, two is good for me."

"Brilliant," Hermione exhaled just before capturing Ron's lips again.

In a matter of seconds, they had stripped themselves of any remaining clothing. After the contraceptive charm was successfully performed, Ron laced their fingers together and pushed himself into her, growling out a wave of pleasure as Hermione arched up off the mattress and threw her head back.

A stream of expletives left his mouth as he rocked slowly in and out of her in a familiar, heated rhythm. He knew exactly which angle to thrust, and how to rub the most sensitive parts of her to get her going. Ron flattened his body against Hermione's, wanting to savor every part of her delicious warmth as he nibbled on her ear, an action that always prompted her to release an uncontrollable moan.

There was nothing quite like the feeling of being buried inside of her — to seek and receive such intense pleasure from his wife. Ron wasn't sure he would ever tire of being joined so intimately together.

His heart rate picked up as the pace of his thrusts quickened, and he let his forehead drop to hers while pulsating inside of her, heading towards their impending release. Breathy moans filled the air, and, as Hermione twitched violently in his arms, he felt his own body shudder with euphoria.

"Ron," Hermione's voice echoed off his eardrums as he collapsed on top of her, completely spent. Ron pressed wet kisses along her jawline and on her temple before wrapping his arms around her to snuggle her close. Hermione rested her head on his bare chest, a position that Ron figured he could lay in with her forever.

"Blimey, that was incredible! You are incredible! Give me a few minutes and I might be ready for round…" Ron trailed off as a loud snore came through Hermione's nose.

He glanced down curiously to find her eyes already closed and mouth parted just slightly — her body gently rising and falling on his chest.

Bloody hell, the woman was asleep already. Ron yawned involuntarily, starting to feel his own exhaustion creep in.

They were parents, after all, and they deserved a fucking nap.