Eros & Psyche Chapter 7E: Ron & Pansy, a harry potter fanfic

CONTEST WINNER THIS CHAPTER: User Crissy Shadows recommended the song, "Hot" by Avril Lavigne for Ron & Pansy this go around, and I thought it a perfect complement to Pansy's thoughts here. So, this chapter is dedicated to Crissy Shadows - congratulations! Lyrics for that song appear at the bottom of this chapter. Hope you'll find this song somehow and give it a listen.

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P.S. Short chapter this time, as these two are in a space right now that is less about talking and more about action. That'll change in future chapters, but for now, the important stuff had to be said and done here.

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CHAPTER SEVEN (#5): Ron & Pansy

With a heavy sigh of satisfaction coupled with exhaustion, Ron's heavy weight collapsed on top of Pansy, squashing her face into the mattress. "Oof!" she huffed, turning her head so she could breathe. "You weigh a ton!"

She could feel her lover's face stretch into a smile against her shoulder. "It's all my manly muscles, baby," Ron teased in between panting breaths.

Tiredly, she giggled, and he rolled off onto his back, causing the bed to dip next to her. Deliciously sore all over, she gently removed the sex jewelry from her aching nipples and clit. "I wonder what time it is."

Her lover snorted. "Time for another Restorative. I think we've shagged through most of the last one already."

He was probably right. They'd enjoyed quite a romp after making the decision to stay together. It seemed the idea of her leaving him for another man had done wonders for his libido. He'd tortured her insanely with the vibrating wands and jewelry, making her sweat and orgasm almost continuously. Then, he'd rode her hard and come in her twice.

Her hand hesitated over her lower abdomen, stroking over her womb. Was it possible that she'd conceived already? Hadn't she read somewhere that it could happen in an hour's time? But it hadn't quite been that long since he'd ejaculated into her, and she wasn't sure that the Contraceptive and Disease Charm hadn't interfered as the spell usually took a bit to wear off, its lingering effects varying from person to person. It was possible she was still under its sway even now from the last time she'd cast it.

No, most likely she wasn't pregnant yet.

"Boy or girl?" she suddenly wondered. "If you could pick, which would you want first?"

Ron opened his mouth as if he already had a definitive opinion on the matter, and then clamped it shut, staring at the white ceiling in serious deliberation. "I think I'd want a girl – with your good looks and smarts, but with my Quidditch skills."

That did surprise Pansy. Most pureblood males wanted a like-gendered heir above any other priority, and they always wanted it to take more after their physical characteristics (it was hubris to the max). She knew the elder Malfoys had pretty much laid it out for her that they were expecting a clone of Draco in a grandchild. Thank Salazar that marriage contract had been broken!

"Why?"

His smile was slow and a gentle blush swept up his cheeks. "Well, 'cause then she could break hearts everywhere she went, and break heads on the Quidditch pitch and in the classroom."

Pansy turned on her side to face him. "No, I mean why wouldn't you want her to have your coloring?" She reached out and stroked through his ginger hair. "It's beautiful, and your eyes," she stared into those cerulean depths and sighed with desire, "they're gorgeous."

Her lover's cheeks positively rouged, highlighting his freckles. "Well, because…" Thick, scarred fingers played through her straight, chestnut strands. "I think you're really beautiful, Pans. Your dark hair and eyes, well, they capture me. Like, it's hard for me to look away." His eyes widened a fraction of an inch as he took her all in, the pupils dilating. "You're perfection. I want our baby girl to be just like her mum in that way. I want everyone to look at her and say, 'look at how pretty their daughter is - see, they were meant to be together.'"

She considered his words very carefully. "You're worried we won't be accepted outside of here."

Ron nodded. "No one will get us, especially with our past and you coming from a rich family and all."

A secondary thought followed-up the first. "You don't think you're good enough for me?" When her lover didn't reply and dropped his eyes to her chin, it was as if a window opened up in her mind and for the first time, she could see him clearly. She touched his cheek, made him meet her gaze. "Ron, let me tell you a secret: until you, no man has ever truly cared for me – not even my father. At least, not enough to be fully decent towards my feelings. Even Draco used me, although he's the best of the lot and has actually tried to atone since." That familiar tightness in her chest made her breath hitch, but she marshaled on. "Every wizard in my life has wanted something from me on their terms. My needs were always discounted. I've been little more than a tool for their scheming. But you-" She gently ran her fingertips over his lips. "You consider my feelings. You freely give to me, and you're honest with me. You respect me." An uncontrolled quivering began in her bottom lip. "You're the most worthy man I've ever known. So, if anyone isn't good enough in this relationship, it's me."

She bit her bottom lip, frightened to go on, but too anxious not to. A bundle of crackling, painful energy spun behind her ribs, desperately needing an escape route. She opened her mouth and gave it a way out, spilling her thoughts in a very un-Slytherin fashion. "If anything, I'm the selfish one here, asking you to tie your life up to get me out of a bind. A child is a seriously big deal – it's for life, not just a few years. It's going to change everything for both of us. I'm afraid of that kind of responsibility. I'm afraid of what the world will think of us starting a family together, too. But mostly, I'm afraid I've cocked up your plans for the future you wanted to carve out for yourself, and that someday you'll resent me for this. I don't think I could live if you went back to hating me again."

He adamantly shook his head. "Pans, I can't explain it, but I want this. I want you. I didn't even realize how much until you asked me about the baby's gender." He rubbed his hand over her tummy. "The idea of you at my side, carrying my child, having my baby… it… well, hell, check it yourself." He pulled her hand between his legs and let her feel his rock-hard cock. "I had plans, sure, but I know if I were to give you up for them, I'd regret it the rest of my life." He shrugged one massive shoulder. "So, I'll make new plans – with room enough for all three of us. It'll be work, but as long as you promise to love me, I promise you we'll make it."

Knotted so emotionally close to him in that moment, feeling his softly exhaled breath across her face and the warmth from his skin radiate outward to envelop her, Pansy's sexual hunger crawled its way through her lower body once more. Taking his length firmly between her fingers, she stroked up and down. "Do you think I'm pregnant yet?" she asked, her voice gone husky with need.

Ron's hand joined hers in its stroking, the flame of desire lighting across his face and gathering as tension in his muscles. "Don't know. We're probably going to have to do it a lot, though, just to make sure," he tried for serious, but the playful gleam in his eye told a different story altogether. Apparently, he was looking forward to burning through whatever remained of the Restorative Potion in their blood as much as she was.

"Oh, the horror," Pansy dryly mocked, a sultry smile easing up her cheek. "Boinking you for hours on end. I don't think I'll survive it. I might even need therapy later."

Pulling her into his arms, Ron rolled them so she straddled his waist, and nestled his valiantly-stirring cock between her thighs. A shite-eating grin stretched his face from ear to ear. "Yeah, physical therapy from all of the contortions I'm going to put you through." He raised his lips to her ear, his hot breath shooting across her pulse, causing butterflies to erupt inside her stomach. "I'm gonna fuck you endlessly, Pansy, in every way I can think of." His hips gyrated against hers in a slow, teasing manner, pressing the base of his shaft right up against her moist clit. "I'm gonna love you with every inch of me." He pressed kisses along her throat, and slid his hardened penis through the seam of her lower lips. She adjusted the angle of her thighs so he could easily slide into her whenever he wanted. "When the game ends, I'm not gonna stop. I'm gonna keep doing this to you forever." He worked his way up her jaw to poise above her lips. "'Cause you're mine. Got that?"

Staring into his heated gaze, Pansy knew just the right thing to say to motivate her Gryffindor lover's affections. "Prove it."

With a rumbling growl in his throat, Ron gripped her hips and glided his cock into her again, moving with slow insistence.

Ooooh, she was sore – gods, his width stretched her out, causing her to wince – but it was a good hurt.

"Okay, baby?"

His concern for her brought tears to her eyes again. "Don't stop, Ron. Never, ever stop."

Pulling her head down, he captured her lips and continued joining them until their bodies fully met, and then he made love to her with deliberate care while whispering into her ear how she felt surrounding his shaft, how much he loved doing this with her, how beautiful she was to him. She came, he held off, rolling her onto her back. Mounted over her, he continued the easy glide, taking his time and enjoying their coupling. With clever strokes across her clit, he brought her again minutes later.

"Fuck me," she begged in a hoarse plea. "Deep and hard, like I know you want."

He obeyed without question, his pace promptly speeding up, much like a prize thoroughbred's on the track during the final stretch. He pounded into her with an animal's grace and strength, his powerful muscles straining, shifting under her fingers as he shagged her with almost violent need.

Oh, she was going to hurt from this, but gods, she didn't want it to stop!

His spine went rigid, and he called her name and threw his head back as he slammed into her a final time and held still, exploding into her with a relieved shout. As he collapsed atop her in exhaustion when he was emptied, she prayed for a little girl with her hair and his eyes – a compromise for them both.

"I love you, baby," he murmured with a kiss against her neck, panting. "Love you to the end."

Cradling him close, Pansy's fast-beating heart stole her breath, so when she whispered her reply, it was into his ear. "I love you, too. Always, always, no matter what.

TO BE CONTINUED…

AUTHOR'S NOTES:

Musical Selection this Chapter: "Hot" by Avril Lavigne. Lyrics are as follows…

You're so good to me, baby, baby!

I wanna lock up in my closet when no one's around.
I wanna put your hand in my pocket because you're allowed!
I wanna drive you into the corner, and kiss you without a sound.
I wanna stay this way forever - I'll say it loud!

Now you're in and you can't get out!

I can make you feel all better - just take it in!
And I can show you all the places you've never been.
And I can make you say everything that you never said.
And I will let you do anything, again and again.

Now you're in and you can't get out!

Kiss me gently…
"Always," I know.
Hold me, love me…
Don't ever go!

You make me so hot, make me wanna drop.
It's so ridiculous, I can barely stop.
I can hardly breathe. You make me wanna scream:
"You're so fabulous!
You're so good to me!"
You make me so hot, make me wanna drop.
It's so ridiculous, I can barely stop.
I can hardly breathe. You make me wanna scream:
"You're so fabulous!
You're so good to me, baby, baby!
You're so good to me, baby, baby!"

You're so good!