Author's Note: This chapter is where the fic gets its M rating. Enjoy!
Chapter 6
Ron stared at her for a moment, as if energy was building up in him, and he was ready to explode.
Then, without hesitation, he stepped forward, pressing his lips to hers and tangling his fingers in her hair. Instead of stopping there, he pushed her back into the apartment. Hermione let out a squeak, surprised by Ron's quick and assertive movements.
Though she was caught off guard, she wasn't ready to pass up this surprising encounter and snaked her arms around his neck. They continued to back up all the way into the flat until they landed with a thud up against a wall, Ron barely managing to kick the door shut as they moved.
Hermione's body was on fire. Ron's hard, bare chest was up against hers, and he was pressing kisses down her neck while she shimmied herself closer to him.
"Is this another fantasy?" Hermione breathed as she hiked her legs up around his waist.
Ron's firm hands grabbed under her rear and lifted her up, so her legs were wrapped around him, and they were roving each other's body up against the wall.
"I'm done with fantasy," Ron got out between kisses, "I'm ready for the real thing."
Ron didn't seem at all like the polite and aloof friend she'd seen yesterday. He was now confident, in control, and on a mission. Hermione's body temperature rose, realizing that she was the mission. Though she hadn't spent much time (okay any time) snogging other men, she seemed to innately understand exactly what brought Ron pleasure and he her.
"Where's your bedroom?" Ron mumbled against her as he ran his hands under the hem of her shirt and up her bare back. She heard a growl rumble in the back of his throat.
Every place he touched seemed to trail an amazing tingling sensation, and the heat began to pulse low in her belly, ready for what was coming next. Ready to turn her own dark fantasies into reality.
Their lips both remained fastened to one another as they stumbled their way down the short hall, half falling into the bathroom on the sink counter, then grumbling and heading in the other direction.
As Ron looked up to bee-line for the furthest room in the hallway, Hermione began kissing across his cheek and nipped at his earlobe. She heard a low moan escape Ron's lips and acknowledged that she had just discovered the sexiest noise in the known universe.
He carried her into the bedroom, and they both fell forward onto the bed with Hermione underneath. Her down comforter fluffed up in response to their landing, but she didn't release her legs from around Ron's waist. He snaked his hands back up her shirt and up her sides, his eyes shutting reflexively. Just as he was about to round her chest, he stopped short.
"Oh my god," he breathed, opening his eyes with a panicked expression.
Hermione shifted in surprise and concern. Was there something wrong with her chest?
"What is it?" Hermione asked as they both remained motionless and in this very precarious position.
"I...uh...just barged into your flat to shag you," he acknowledged, as if his mind was just now catching up to his body.
"Yes...yes you did," she responded, still not sure where this was headed.
"I mean, that's okay with you, right? You said...and I don't want to…," Ron's face was red with embarrassment and concern for her.
Hermione's face burst into a brilliant smile. Even after last night, she somehow managed to love him even more.
"Yes, I would rather you continue. I like this side of you," she answered shyly.
Though they had admitted their feelings last night in a fantasy world, she wasn't sure how exactly that equated to reality. Honestly, Hermione did love the side of him that took charge. It excited her, and despite this all being new, she couldn't wait.
Ron looked at her, analyzing every facial movement for any signs of discomfort or deception. Then, his shoulders relaxed, and he looked down at her with the devious and delicious smile he'd given her on the pirate ship, and he pressed his lips firmly to hers and then began lifting her shirt up over her head.
Things started to heat up and speed up as Ron's hands reached for her breasts. He held his breath, and so did she. The air slowly released from her lungs in a low moan as his calloused hands began to knead her breasts. Ron didn't waste time, and as Hermione opened her eyes, he was already leaning down, rolling his tongue around her nipple, then kissing across and circling his tongue around the other one.
"Ron, that's..." Hermione breathed, unable to contain herself. Jolts of ecstasy started electrifying her senses and her back arched up. Her body reacted on touch, Ron's touch.
Ron smiled, sucking gently and eliciting the most pleasurable feelings.
Hermione rubbed her hands up and down his back as she tried to regain her composure. Before she had the opportunity, though, Ron was kissing down her chest, across her belly and all the way down to the waistband of her pajama shorts.
Ron held onto the edges of the shorts, and she could tell he was looking at her. She couldn't focus and didn't bother opening her eyes, hoping that he'd continue.
Taking her hint, he took a deep breath and began pulling down her shorts and underwear together. Hermione lifted her bum enough for him to pull them all the way down to her feet. Ron tossed them haphazardly into a corner. Hermione peeked at him, still not completely comfortable baring herself, but she immediately relaxed as he stared down at her in awe. Hermione pulled herself up on her elbows, waiting for him to return to his ministrations.
"You know, I'm not the only one who should be naked here," she noted, shifting her head to indicate he should drop his pajama bottoms. Ron didn't respond, still distracted by her very naked body.
"You are so beautiful, Mione," Ron puffed out, taking another few moments for himself.
Then, without another word, he shoved his pants down to his ankles and stepped out of his flannel pajamas.
Hermione looked at Ron, his member standing at attention. Ron shifted in front of her, rubbing his hand behind his neck and letting out an awkward chuckle.
She took him in, all the way from mussed red hair, across his facial features, over his wide shoulders, muscular chest, fit abs, following his grooves all the way down to his manhood, down his strong legs and back up to his eyes. She gave him a completely un-Hermione-like suggestive grin. After they shared their true feelings, she realized she was struggling to contain where fantasy Hermione (who was a lot hornier than she cared to admit) left off, and prim and proper Hermione started up.
Maybe she was both when she was with Ron? Hermione liked the thought of that.
"I love you, Ron," Hermione sighed.
Ron bent down and got on each knee, his eyes not leaving hers as his hands began down at her feet, then slowly massaged up her legs.
"From what I recall, you like massages, right?" Ron asked with a twinkle in his eye and a devious smirk.
Hermione's voice caught in her throat as she tried to gurgle out intelligible words. He used both hands to work out all of the tension in her calves. She closed her eyes and laid back against the bed, enjoying his sensual caresses that stroked up and down both legs. He took his time, and she had no idea it was possible to be this relaxed.
Ever so slowly, he worked his way up to her thighs, starting on the outside, then working his way inward. Each stroke, every press into her brought about a desire to feel what else he could do with his hands. She couldn't help but emit a low moan of appreciation.
She wanted to rove over him, kissing every inch of him, but he had rendered her immobile with his touch. It was like she was sexually stupefied but desperate for more.
Ron pressed gentle kisses along each thigh, working his hands and lips closer and closer to her center. She squirmed, unable to take the anticipation. Aggressive and fast is one thing, but this was pure torture.
"Ron, please…" she begged, her voice cracking. She'd never been so vulnerable before, and it excited her more than anything that Ron was the one to see her like this.
Like an electric shock, Hermione's body sprung to life as Ron pressed his tongue against her bundle of nerves.
"Ron," she cried, her back arching as the uncontrollable tingling sensation took over. Ron didn't waste any time, he continued on circling his tongue around her most sensitive spot, eliciting the most delectable sensation that proceeded to roll up her body.
Time stopped, but his lapping continued, growing in speed and pressure, then travelling south to her core forcing his way inside. Hermione was sure her juices were drowning him now. She had never been this ignited. It was like she had reached an entirely new level, a pinnacle of pleasure.
His speed picked up, and her body began to buzz, shaking in response to his touch.
"Merlin, Ron, I can't hold on much longer," she moaned in torturous pleasure. She grabbed for her comforter, anything to ground her as her body was virtually levitating. The ringing in her ears was barely noticeable as his tongue picked up its pace and circled her most sensitive spot over and over. The thrum of ecstasy building in her core was unmistakable and about to rush over her like a tsunami.
Ron growled in pleasure, and the vibration and heat of his breath brought her to the brink, and then he sucked hard. His suction drove her over the edge, and her body went rigid, then shook as ecstasy crashed over her.
It felt as if the Earth cracked, and a door to a new way of life had been revealed. Hermione shuddered as Ron continued until she had nothing left.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity of bliss, her body slowed and relaxed onto the bed. She kept her eyes closed as the aftershock settled throughout her body. Ron climbed up to her with a satisfied grin, wiping his lips.
"This has got to be real because no fantasy could ever compare to that," Hermione laughed, opening her eyes to look up at Ron towering over her, his strong arms on either side of her head.
He hadn't said anything, but he was glowing, and had sultry and ravenous eyes. There was a long pause, then he offered her a gentle kiss.
There was now an unspoken question in the air. What would happen next?
Hermione slowly tiptoed her hand down his side and below to get a feel of him pressing up against her. She trailed as low as she could go and then snaked her hand around him.
Ron hissed and shut his eyes. She felt it vibrate in her hand and enjoyed eliciting such pleasure from him. She wanted him to experience the same euphoria that she had.
Slowly, she started to stroke him, back and forth. She'd gone a few more times when Ron grabbed her hand and pulled it away, dragging both her arms above her head where he held them down like she was his prisoner.
"I definitely don't have the willpower for that," Ron grinned, though he was flushed and his voice cracked as he tried to keep his composure.
"Then what should we do next?" Hermione asked.
Ron didn't say anything. She could see the war raging in his mind, then it stopped.
"I want to shag you senseless in your bedroom," he answered with a straight face.
Hermione couldn't help but flush as she recalled the phrase she had uttered the night before.
"Okay," Hermione choked out, knowing full well of what they'd both just agreed to.
Ron nodded and quickly scooted off her, searching for his flannel pajamas. He quickly grabbed his wand from the pocket and performed a contraception spell on himself. He then threw the wand back on the floor and crawled back on top of Hermione.
There was another silence as they looked at each other. Ron ran his fingers through her wild hair.
"I've never done this before," he admitted with a shaky voice.
"Me either," Hermione offered. "Guess we'll just have to figure it out together."
Ron gave her the most loving look she'd ever received from him, and it nearly took her breath away.
Then slowly, he pressed his lips to hers, and they continued on for a few minutes enjoying each other's bodies. Hermione could feel him pulsing against her, and she felt her anticipation rising.
Hermione returned her arms back around him as he positioned himself above her center.
"I love you, 'Mione," he breathed as he prepared himself.
"I love you too, Ron," she whispered back, opening her legs up with nervous but eager energy.
Then, slowly, he pressed into her. At first, it felt like a sharp pain as he filled her up and pushed against her walls. She tried not to make too many faces, but she noticed his face was also scrunching.
Fortunately, her juices continued to flow, and he was able to push the entire way, filling her up. They both waited a moment, adjusting to the new experience. Ron was laying over her, his nose almost to hers, and when she felt ready, she leaned up and kissed him.
As if it woke him from a foggy daze, he slid out and pushed back in again. Hermione felt a tingling rise up her body. He pulled out and in, faster again, and again. The pain subsided and was replaced by a new and fabulous sensation.
Ron groaned. She took a moment and looked at Ron. His eyes were shut, enjoying the waves of pleasure. Hermione closed her eyes again, refocusing on the amazing feeling. Ron was no longer looking to pleasure her alone, he was ready to take some for himself. Somehow the knowledge that he was coming undone because of her turned her on more than she could stand.
Faster and faster, harder and harder, he pressed into her, pounding her with pleasure. Every movement leads to simultaneous moans and desperate calls of each other's names.
Hermione was reaching the edge, the waves of passion filling her up and the buzzing in her body was unstoppable.
"Mione, I'm about to…," and before Ron was able to finish his sentence, he released into her with a wave of spasms. Hermione's body reacted on instinct and joined in the new ecstasy. Their bodies rolled together and, after what could only be described as timeless bliss, Ron lost all muscle mass and fell on top of her.
Ron's breath returned, and he eventually rolled off and laid next to her on the bed, both of them staring up at the ceiling.
"Holy fuck," Ron coughed, bursting out laughing.
"Ron!" Hermione chastised, but as she looked over at him, keeling over in stitches, she too found herself bursting into a fit of giggles.
Both howled and cackled, tears streaming down their face, unable to control themselves.
It took a few minutes for the laughter to settle into a comfortable silence. Hermione turned over, leaned on her elbow and looked at Ron. He was still staring at the empty ceiling as if it was the Sistine Chapel.
"Sickle for your thoughts?" Hermione teased, still trying to make sense of how the world had just shifted.
Ron glanced over at her and then leaned over, wrapping a curl around his finger, then releasing it.
"This is the best day of my life," he responded.
Hermione knew exactly what he meant. It was as if every moment in time was just leading up to this one.
"Me too," she responded. "I guess we owe George a thank you?"
"No way!" Ron scoffed. "That git is never going to know he was the reason we hooked up."
Hermione laid back on the bed and smiled.
"Well, I definitely want to try Deeply Dreaming Charm with you again...without the sexual intimacy blocker this time…" she suggested, running her finger up his chest.
Ron rolled back on top of her, pinning her wrists against the bed so she couldn't move.
"Sorry, love, but we've got a lot more reality to enjoy first."
"All we have to do is thank George, and then we can have plenty of pirate sex," Hermione cheeked, trying to hold back a laugh.
"In your dreams, Hermione," Ron whispered in her ear. Then, they dissolved into each other...for real this time.
Author's Note: This is the end (sort-of)! Thank you so much for reading, reviewing and favoriting. It's a strange thing sharing your writing online, and it can be a quite vulnerable thing. You never know what type of response you'll get with something you've spent many hours on and put your heart into. That being said, the support I've received on this fic and my others really makes a difference, so thank you, thank you, thank you. It means a lot and keeps me going when I am avoiding putting pen to paper (or fingers to keyboard).
While I had originally planned this to be the final chapter, I couldn't help but feel like we needed a full blown fantasy. I mean seriously, this fic is all about fantasies and we don't have even one where we get the full experience? So, I'm writing a smutty smutty epilogue to this that you can expect in the coming days as a thank you for reading and enjoying this fic along with me.
Lots of love,
TheKillerTigerbunny
