a backseat rider story...

warning: mature/explicit scenes ahead

They have 30 minutes.

30 minutes to themselves before they have to go back.

As soon as Ron parks his car in the empty car park, Hermione's out of her seat and straddling his hips. Her back to the steering wheel, she leans to her side to pull the lever of the seat. The seat pulling backwards, causing her to press her hands into Ron's chest in surprise.

"Jesus, Mione. Slow down." Ron huffs, eyes sparkling with amusement.

"I need you again before we go back there." Hermione mumbles, eyes drawn to her hands wandering up his t-shirt and exploring his chest beneath.

"Yeah - I won't get used to this." Ron mumbles under his breath, eyes half-lidded with desire, taking in a panting Hermione on his lap.

Hermione laughs softly, hands lifting up his shirt and pulling it over his head. She'd never get used to undressing Ron, it had always been a desirable fantasy growing up. He had filled out since they had finished high school, his shoulders becoming much broader, his arms packing on another layer of muscle. His football career at university had done wonders for his body - and his confidence.

He grabs Hermione's hips possessively, growling softly into her neck and pressing wet kisses on the spots he knows makes her whither.

"I want our own place next year." Hermione whispers as she gets lost in Ron's touch, his hands exploring her stomach now, fingers grazing the underside of her breasts.

Ron pulls back in surprise, eyes wide, "what?"

"Next year. I don't want to live in the dorms. We should get our own place."

Ron's hands fall back to her hips, "What about Harry?"

Ron was lucky he got Harry as a roommate for his first year at university. Hermione was granted a scholarship at Oxford University, her campus only 20 minutes from his, but they both still felt the distance. They had spent years growing up down the road from each other, spending everyday together at school. Hermione thought she could handle being only 20 minutes away from Ron, but ever since their physical relationship had taken a turn for the best, the distance-albeit short- was something that clawed at her chest every time she had to say goodbye.

"Harry can stay with us. If Ginny gets into your Uni, we can all live together. Find a two bedroom flat somewhere in between our campus'."

Ron's eyes dip to her lips as he rolls his hips tighter to hers.

"Are you kidding?"

"No?" Hermione takes her hands and cups his jaw.

"That sounds fucking perfect."

Hermione smiles into the kiss that Ron delivers. She's giddy with relief, the thought of proposing the idea of living together had been grinding on her over the past few weeks. Ron was always very vocal about missing Hermione but she wasn't sure if he really wanted to take the next step.

But living together seemed to have spurred something in Ron. His kisses grow feisty, his hands grabby. Hermione wiggled in his lap as the pressure between her legs tightened. They hadn't gone this far in his car since they first started having sex. Hermione's knee hits the handbrake, causing her to wiggle further into Ron, his hardness pressing just above the spot she really needs it. Her knee thrumming from the hit, she's reminded of the first time they had sex - in this very car - in their car park of the high school. The dimness of the street lamps and the nerves of two high schoolers - so cliché but everything Hermione had ever imagined.

Here they were, ten months later, having sex -again- in the same car. However, this time, Hermione was much more confident in her wanton ways, she knew exactly what she liked and she prided herself on knowing exactly what Ron liked too.

Peeling off her jumper, Ron made a noise akin to catching something in his throat. She leans back to get a proper look at him and finds his eyes ogling the shirt she's wearing.

"Am I dreaming?" He mumbles, cheeks flushed.

"Ron, you made me wear this."

He grins cheekily and slides his palms underneath his university football jersey, cupping her breasts underneath.

"Still feel like I'm dreaming…" he mumbles, eyes drifting down to her lips again.

It's moments like these that make him still feel like the sixteen year old that blushed and felt giddy every time he touched her, every time he held her hand under platonic pretenses. Now, she feels the deeper feeling of lust unbridling beneath the giddiness, the itchiness of her skin, the bubbling of the anticipation in her stomach with what's coming next.

It's nearly their two year anniversary and she still can't get enough of the bloke.

She's peeling off his t-shirt this time, running her hands around his new muscles, the curves of his biceps, the dips in his shoulders. His hands also wander, around her waist and up her back. Ron has gentle hands, soft and large - magical.

After she indulges in touching his body, she dips her hands downwards, towards the button of his trousers. They both watch as she plucks the button, pulls his zipper down and threads her hand into his trousers, palm sliding over his hardness. Ron groans, the sound tragically attractive, making Hermione unconsciously roll her hips into his.

She leans back slightly, wanting to watch him as she touches his cock. His eyes are glued on her hands as they pull him out of his boxers, she wraps her hand around his length.

"Fuck." Ron murmurs, eyes ablaze as he watches her. Hermione likes this sort of control, one in which she can turn Ron to jelly just by touching him. She's definitely not the most dominate one in their physical relationship, no matter what people might think, Hermione likes to relax during sex and the only person she can let herself fully relax around is Ron. Leaving Ron the reins is a huge deal to Hermione, but it's one she's never regretted.

"Ron?" She pleads.

Ron looks up and instantly moves his hands up and under her shirt, cupping her breasts and rolling a thumb over a nipple. This is the moment, in which she enjoys passing the control over to him, to let him set the pace, set the precedence. She can tell that tonight, he's feeling indulgent and she knows it will be slow and deep.

His hands try to blindly find their way to her jean zipper but with a huff, they reluctantly have to let each other go. Hermione climbs back into the passenger seat and pulls off her jeans and knickers, leaving herself in just her t-shirt. Ron also pulled down his trousers and boxers, leaving Hermione to glance up to buck-naked and very aroused boyfriend. The only light coming from a dim street light meters away, the orange glow highlights Ron's hair on his left, his blue eyes showing up darker than usual.

Hermione returns back to her seat on Ron's lap, straddling his hips. His cock resting against her stomach as she leans forward to kiss him. They kiss fervently, Ron's hands wandering again, fixating on her breasts, making Hermione sigh and grind into his lap.

She stops kissing him to give him an impatient look, a Hermione look. Ron's cocky smile back makes her roll her eyes in amusement and before she knows it he's plucking a condom from the centre console and sliding it on. Placing her hands on his shoulders, she guides herself onto him, both of them groaning in unison at the sudden relief. Pleasure darkens Ron's eyes. He sweeps Hermione's hair over one shoulder, bending down to kiss her neck but he's progress is stopped by Hermione moaning in his ear, "Ron."

He loves it when she says his name while he's inside of her.

"Ride me."

She does, but its just a slight rocking of her hips. She's teasing him and again, he loves it. He strokes her hips, caresses her thighs, rubs her clit with his thumb. He can't stop touching her. Each time a fingertip makes contact with her flesh, she moans or whimpers or releases a contented breath.

"I love you." Ron murmurs as he watches her bounce on top of him.

"I love you too." She whispers back, eyes closing when she quickens her pace. A warm sensation balloons in his chest as he watches her fuck him. His hands bunch up her shirt and he takes the opportunities to nuzzle the swell of one soft breast before capturing a nipple between his lips. She clenches around him, and starts to move slower and deeper, angling herself so her clit rubs on him in the right spot.

"Good girl, give it to me."

Hermione never thought she would be one for dirty talk but something about Ron saying the words makes her clench more. Shivers ripple up her back as she opens her eyes to find him sucking on her nipples, lips brushing against the side of her breast, worshipping her chest.

She comes apart, collapsing on Ron's chest and struggling for breath and as she's climaxing, Ron digs his fingers into her waist and thrusts upwards, pounding into her until he comes too. Hermione leans her forehead onto his shoulder, her breathing slowly evening out.

"Fuck, I forgot how hot it was to fuck in the car." Ron says breathlessly.

Hermione laughs but finds herself too tired to chastise him for swearing. She lifts her hips slowly off him, grips the base of the condom so nothing spills out and pulls him out of her. Then she settles on his knees before kissing him slowly.

"I love you so much." She whispers into his lips.

Ron grins, bright and uncontrollable.

"I love you so much, too."

Unexpectedly, Ron grips her hips and lifts her up and over the center console. She still can't get used to how strong he's gotten over the last few months. She's left gaping wide at him in the passenger seat, he cocks one eyebrow in question.

"Did you really just lift me off of you?"

"Yeah?" His lips twitch in amusement.

"You're going to be the death of me Ron Weasley." She sighs contentedly, before sliding on her knickers and jeans, combing her fingers through her curls and focusing her attention back on Ron. His jeans are back on, and he's reaching upwards to slide on his t-shirt. She admires the way his biceps twitch as he pulls down his shirt and she laughs fondly at his messy hair. He looks up at her laughter and she bends over to run her fingers through it.

"Sex hair." She explains.

He grins.

"I can't wait till we have our own place. Sharing a bed every night, waking up to you every morning. Oh my god, morning sex - fuck yes."

Hermione rolls her eyes playfully again, a common occurrence around Ron.

"Shall we head back?" She asks him, still admiring the way he looks in the dim street light, one hand on the steering wheel.

"We still need to go grab that milk you said we needed." Ron cocks an eyebrow.

Hermione blushes but nods in agreement.

"Right. However, I don't think Ginny and Harry will be fooled by us 'just going out to grab milk'."

"We can just distract them by asking them to move in with us next year." Ron grins proudly.

Hermione nods with a small chuckle. She can't quite believe that the two of them actually got to this place, in love and happy. She fiddles with the necklace he had just given her hours before, her Christmas present from him. A sunflower on a golden chain, a reminder of how they started.