3 days. It was only going to be 3 days. Hopefully. Missions could easily get out of hand and go on for ages. But the Ministry was predicting it to be a standard affair. 3 days at maximum. They had been separated for much longer and under much worse circumstances.
These and many similar thoughts had been racking Hermione's brain for the last few hours. She was sitting at her desk in the living room of the apartment she and Ron had acquired roughly a year after the end of the war. They had both come to the realization back then that they couldn't bear being without each other for the remainder of their lives and wanted some much-needed privacy. This decision was finalized through many tears of joy and excitement after Ron had proposed not six months after moving into their new home. That day was also memorable because it led to the most intimate and intense night of sex they had ever experienced thus far. She could still picture it vividly…
Hermione's smile faded as more intrusive thoughts broke through her mental respite, expelling any warm and fuzzy feelings.
Ron had recently become an official Auror, having completed his training alongside Harry. Now both were set to head out in the morning on their first mission together, to hunt down remnants of Voldemort cultists. Hermione had witnessed both Harry and Ron be first-rate wizards on many occasions but still...the trauma from their adventures during the war were still looming ever-present in the back of her mind, hinting at the potential danger her husband and best friend might find themselves in.
The sound of glass shattering pulled her back to the here and now. An all too familiar "Bloody Hell!" could be heard from the kitchen. The sudden urge to embrace her husband fell upon her, so she promptly shoved her chair back and walked over to the doorway, through which she could see her favorite redhead levitate shards of a broken mug into the trash bin. She leaned against the countertop, crossed her arms, cocked an eyebrow and put on her best smirk.
"I hope that wasn't one of the mugs my parents got us for our wedding." Hermione said in a mock accusatory tone.
"No, don't worry. It's just one of those ugly ones my aunt Tessie left us. You know, the ones with those annoying toads on them that start croaking when you don't drink your tea fast enough? I should just shatter the rest of them for good measure..."
When Ron looked up, he could immediately tell there was something hiding beneath Hermione's seemingly neutral smile. They had become so attuned to each other's emotions since getting together that it was hard to hide anything from the other. Not that they'd want to. They had wasted so much time and energy being world-champions in miscommunication during their first 7 years of friendship that they now appreciated being able to read each other's expressions almost to a tee.
"'Mione? What is it?' Ron said as he shut the bin and walked over to hug his wife of 14 months. He could feel her relax against him as she wrapped her arms around his torso and laid her head beneath his chin, Ron nuzzling his face into the brunette's wild and frizzy hair. The scent was mesmerizing, sending sparks to Ron's abdomen, flooding it with warmth.
Hermione sighed and hugged Ron even tighter. "I know I shouldn't be... but I'm worried about you...and Harry. I didn't think I'd be this kind of wife...but I can't help but think of the worst-case-scenarios!" she said, her voice steadily rising in volume.
Ron kissed her forehead and locked eyes with Hermione.
"What, you don't think Harry and me will be able to handle some bleedin' Death Eater Cultists?" he said with a lopsided grin on his face.
"It's 'Harry and I' and no, of course I think you can handle yourselves. I just hate the thought of being here or at the Ministry, while you and Harry might be in danger or worse, without anyone finding out for days.
Tears were forming in the corners of her hazel eyes, as she looked up into Ron's pools of deep blue.
Ron realized this was more serious than he'd thought and grasped Hermione's face with his large hands, holding her gently, wiping the first falling tears away.
"We got through the war. We're married. We have so much yet to do...I...I just can't picture you not..." Hermione's voice was cracking, but before she could finish, their lips were entwined as Ron picked her up to hold his wife in a bearhug.
Their snog intensified, so he carried her to the couch in the living room, not breaking their kisses, as she held on to him.
He couldn't help but notice Hermione's rather large breasts pressed up against him. She wasn't wearing a bra; they were usually thrown across the room as soon as she walked out of the fireplace at the end of every workday. Her maroon sweater was the only thing covering up those incredibly soft boobs... "Merlin, concentrate, Ron!" he scolded himself inwardly as he tried to shake the mental image of his gorgeous topless wife - Hermione frequently had to swat Ron over the head with the nearest book for getting horny in the most inopportune moments. But more often than not, she was just as randy as he was. If not more.
After reaching their velvet-colored couch, he laid her down and gently broke their kiss, Hermione's lips seemingly clinging to his for dear life.
"'Mione, first of all: I don't think correct grammar will help me much out there in the wilderness but I'm glad you haven't given up on me yet."
Hermione giggled as she wiped her eyes. Ron was on his hands and knees, leaning over her, their noses almost touching.
"Second of all" - Ron stopped short as her giggles increased. He couldn't help but grin widely as he saw his wife release some long pent-up tension through their banter. Her laugh could cure dragon pox, he was sure of it. Come to think of it, pretty much ALL sounds Hermione made drove Ron wild, in one way or another...
"SECOND OF ALL," - he started again - "it was supposed to be a surprise, but I was planning on taking Chip along to keep you posted on our status. And to get the occasional response..."
Hermione's look went from elation to trepidation. She pulled him down to lay on her, placing another quick kiss on his lips and said: "But isn't that against regulation? What if he's intercepted?"
"It's only against regulation, if you're attempting to share classified info. But Harry and I" - Ron stressed the 'I' by drawing it out a bit and flashing a cheeky grin at Hermione - "have other channels for that. No, Chip is gonna be used for direct updates to you, without giving away any crucial intel about our mission. Just to let you know we're ok..." He leaned in for another long kiss, Hermione's lips parting in joyful anticipation.
"And, gods know, the Death eaters might even leave us alone, if they read some of the smut we write each other on occasion..."
SWAT
"Ronald!" Hermione had slapped her horndog of a husband playfully across the top of his head. As hard as she tried, she couldn't hide her flushed cheeks and slight grin.
"A mission for the Department of Magical Law Enforcement is neither the time nor the place for our...love letters." Hermione said in her legendary know-it-all tone of voice, though it was slightly undercut by the corners of her mouth curving into a smile now and again. Ron blinked at her adoringly.
"Oh, THAT's what they're called!"
"Stop it, Ron!" Hermione laughed; she couldn't keep this faux-professional veneer up any longer. It was Ron, after all.
"I love that you thought of me though. And I will gladly send you little responses - OF THE RESPECTABLE KIND, RONALD!" Hermione yelled through her giggles at Ron's wide-eyed hopeful expression. Ron sniggered mischievously and sunk his lips back onto hers and she responded in kind.
Their snog became heated again as their desire for each other expanded to their bodies. Ron could feel Hermione's nipples getting hard through his Chudley Cannons T-shirt. Ron was showing signs of equal excitement, his were harder to hide though.
With flushed face and increasingly tight pants, he broke their make-out to gaze lovingly into Hermione's hazel eyes - it filled him with immeasurable happiness to know he would gaze into these beautiful orbs for the rest of his life.
Hermione raised an eyebrow, smiling quizzically at her redhead.
"Gods, she is sexy!", Ron thought as she took a deep breath, her ample bosom rising with it.
"What are you smiling abou-HOOOHHH – HMMM - Ron! What are you…hmmm, don't stop, love. That feels so nice." Hermione mewled with closed eyes and the most satisfied look on her face. Ron was coaxing these sultry sounds out of his wife by gently kneading Hermione's breasts underneath her jumper. He hadn't been able to control himself any longer and had slinked both hands up her maroon sweater to her firm bust, his chin now resting on her crotch, watching his every move over her sensitive nipples be displayed in her gorgeous facial expressions.
While Hermione was thoroughly enjoying the attention her busty chest was receiving, Ron's nose was exploring her now exposed midriff, caressing the area around her happy trail and belly button, peppering it with soft kisses.
"Hmmm, baby… you feel so good. It's been too long…" Hermione's voice had dropped an octave, her words dripping with arousal and desire. Her hands found Ron's head and they began to scratch across his scalp, making Ron moan into her soft belly skin. Ron was still massaging her full breasts, raking across the tops and letting the nipples slip in and out between his fingers. He could feel Hermione squirm with pleasure underneath him every time he did so.
"I guess our quickie from this morning wasn't enough to hold you over, huh? Gods, Hermione, I can't get enough of your amazing boobs. They are fantastic!"
"Hihi, thanks, Ronald. You make them feel so good!" Hermione responded with a little embarrassed giggle and flushed face.
"If it were up to me, I'd stay home all day and pamper them."
Ron was steadily increasing the pressure on her curvaceous mounds, loving the micro-reactions Hermione was exhibiting across her body.
"Hmmm, tell me what you would do to my tits."
"That dirty Minx!" Ron chuckled to himself. The brunette knew all too well how Dirty Talk got them going. His junk was practically screaming at this point to be let out of its confinement.
"Merlin, first thing I'd do is free them!" Ron pulled up the sweater and exposed his well-endowed wife to the warm air. Hermione cupped her curvy breasts, pushed them together and jiggled them lightly from side to side, without breaking their passionate and lustful eye-contact.
Ron's eyes widened and his mouth fell open as he saw these delectable melons cascading into each other.
"Well, they're free...what comes next, love?". Hermione was enjoying Ron's reaction to the fullest extent, a dirty grin cutting across her face.
"Merlin…I should just show you what I'd do to them." Ron shot towards that heavenly valley in between her shapely cleavage and buried his face deep in her soft flesh. Hermione squeaked in surprise and excitement as his lips roamed across her right breast and found her nipple. He swirled his tongue around and over it, placed his lips around the tip and sucked, slightly raising her boob off of her chest.
"Fuuuck, I love that, Ron! Good idea…"
Hermione had reached the swearing-stage of their love making, Ron thought. It was gonna be a great night.
While Ron was still playing with her right boob, Hermione wanted to imitate him as best she could. She often did this while masturbating, being very happy she could suck on her own nipples. It brought every experience to new heights, especially during her passionate solo sessions. She loved caressing, sucking, massaging and even slapping her tits. They were so sensitive and a major erogenous zone for her. Often enough Ron had lovingly groped her - only to be surprised when she responded by tearing at their clothes and being ready to go.
But she needed that jumper gone to access her buxom globes.
"Love, the jumper's in the way…would you take it off of me?" Hermione asked seductively. Ron acted as if he had been waiting for this command all his life and pulled the sweater over her head and unruly hair in one smooth motion. As Hermione raised her arms to assist the removal, Ron caught sight of her little tufts of armpit hair. Seeing his wife in her all-natural state always got him so riled up, it was indescribable.
"Now, where were we…?" Hermione immediately grabbed her left boob and went to town on the nipple, her tongue sliding around her pink areola, distributing saliva and driving the onlooking Ron out of his mind. She cocked an eyebrow at him as if to say: "What you can do, I can do better."
"Oh my fucking God, Hermione! Always the competitor…" Ron muttered as he grinned hornily and moved to get his pants off as fast as he could.
He could hear Hermione's pressure on the boob in her mouth increase, sucking in the air around it, sealing it in a quasi-vacuum. After removing his shirt and pants, he resumed his kneeling position over Hermione. She welcomed him back by releasing her tit from her mouth with the most satisfying PLOP, letting it fall back on to her chest. Ron had to check if hadn't just orgasmed right then and there. He couldn't believe how fucking sexy his wife was and slid his hand inside his boxers, to grasp his member in an attempt to alleviate some of this insane tension.
"Looks like someone's excited…". Hermione was eyeing the pronounced tent in his underwear.
Ron grasped his penis and stroked it a few times - oh god, it wasn't going to be enough until those dainty but strong hands found their way around his cock! "I could say the same about you!" Ron was referring to the wetness between her legs, damp spots growing on her sweatpants.
"I guess that's just what we do to each other…" The look they shared was filled with love, passion and lust for one another. They both knew it was only a matter of minutes before they'd be completely naked and screwing each other's brains out.
"Let me taste you, love. I want to bury my tongue in that wet snatch of yours."
"Fuck, Ron! Just…DO IT ALREADY!" Hermione was eagerly untying the waistband of her sweats as Ron reached beneath her squishy buttocks and helped to pull them off, grabbing hold of her black underwear for good measure. As soon as both were tossed aside, Hermione felt Ron dive for her vulva, which was covered in moist brown curls. Ron proceeded to drive his fingernails through her bush as his tongue prodded at her glistening folds, calling forth these lascivious sounds that were reserved exclusively for him.
Hermione was fondling her ample bosom again, tweaking the nipples and massaging them with fervor. She had thrown her head back, with closed eyes, trying to experience every last sensation Ron was extracting with his talented mouth. Her hips bucked involuntarily, as she rubbed her sensitive clitoral hood against his nose and beard.
Ron couldn't help but jerk off while his wife was pulling him into her dripping muff.
"Honey, I…I'm close! Just let me…" Ron knew that if she asked to take over the rhythm of her movements, it was best to comply. Plus, it was always a sight to die for, watching his wife get herself off on his face.
Ron stuck out his tongue and licked her outer lips, sweeping it between her pubic hairs on the edges of her inner thighs. But his job now was to stay put and let Hermione use his visage to reach her orgasm, just the way she knew she could achieve it. He could feel her speed up her bucking hips against his beard and nose, Hermione's hands gripping the back of Ron's head, forcing his tongue deeper inside her as she madly ground on his features, her tits jiggling wildly, one slapping the other and making the most delicious sounds.
"Oh shit, oh fuck, oh shit..SHHHHIIIITTTT!" Hermione's nails clenched down on Ron's scalp as her juices flowed freely from her hot vagina, covering Ron in sweet-tasting fluids. The pubic hairs on her labia were already soaked, Ron's beard looking much the same. Her whole body tense as a board.
Hermione remained in this position for a few seconds, holding her lower body off the couch and shoving it into Ron's welcoming face, her husband trying to lap up every last drop coming from her delectable pussy. Her facial features scrunched together in an expression of pure ecstasy, her nails digging into Ron's scalp so intensely he was expecting skin to break.
Suddenly she let her arse flop back down on the couch and exhaled as if she had been holding her breath for ages.
"Ronald Bilius Granger-Weasley! If I didn't know our sex was always great, I'd say this was the best orgasm I've had…maybe ever. Thanks for letting me just finish…I think I've been under so much stress lately. I needed this, baby! God, I love you!"
Hermione couldn't stop rambling as she basked in her afterglow, still lightly tugging at her bush. Ron just sat in front of her, leaning on the couch, Hermione's legs across his lap, while his other hand lightly grazed up and down the sides of her knee. He had the most loving gaze for his wife, there might as well have been hearts in his eyes. He knew there was no one in the world with whom he'd rather spend time. She was his one and only, his everything.
Hermione's feet toed his obvious erection, and her eyes caught his. She licked her lips and winked at him and promptly started giggling. "That must've looked dumb, I apologize, Ronald. I just thought now it's your turn…"
"'Mione, you in post-orgasm mode is NEVER dumb! It's my favorite time of the day! I'm so close to just tearing my boxers to pieces and shagging you right here and now!"
Hermione's bare feet clasped his cock through his boxers.
Lightly padding her crotch, eyes half-lidded, she whispered: "Well, why don't you?"