Author's Note: Hello my dear readers. I am having great fun writing this story so I will probably be uploading as frequently as I can with the assistance of the God's of Inspiration. :-) I still have no clear idea where these two are headed on their sultry adventure but you can be sure it's going to be fraught with tension, and heartache, and just a pinch of drama.
Now, on with the story which picks up from exactly where we left off.
Though our location had changed little else about our current situation had. We rebalanced ourselves so that he was no longer leaning his full weight against me, giving me the opportunity to let my hands explore his strong frame. My hands untangled themselves from his hair and trailed down his chest and round to his lower back. His muscles flexed as my fingers trailed over them. Over the years his body had firmed and rounded off some of his sharper angles. Instead of skin and bone there were now pecks and the hint of tight abs stretched across his torso. My fingers trailed slowly just beneath the waist of his jeans, teasing the soft skin just above his buttocks. His back straightened slightly before he relaxed into the kiss once more. I trailed deeper with one hand, grabbing a firm hold and grinding him into me. I was making my intentions clear and my time frame was imminent.
A low growl emanated from deep in his throat and a wave of fire flowed through my veins settling between my legs. With one hand in my hair the other turned me away from him slightly. His grip in my hair held me firmly in place against him so that he could continue kissing me aggressively while his other hand began undoing my belt buckle and fly. Once open he lifted his hand and trailed his fingers seductively along my stomach, doing circles around my navel and dipping repeatedly below the waist of my panties without following through further down. My body moved with his hand trying to guide him where I wanted him to go but he only tightened his grip on my hair reducing my range of motion.
His free hand roamed up and under my shirt sneaking inside my bra and gripping the full flesh of my chest. A moan built deep in my chest. He was driving me crazy with his slow, measured movements and practiced control. I decided that it would be to my benefit to simply give up all control to him. He noticed immediately as the tension in my neck and shoulders relaxed. He trailed soft kisses along my jaw; around my ear; down my neck. The hand in my hair went to join the free roaming one at the hem of my shirt. Gripping my hips he pushed me away from him, forcing me to take a step back. I stood perfectly still as he lifted my shirt swiftly over my head. He unhooked my bra and soon after pulled off my jeans and panties.
Standing back he let his eyes take in all my curves and soft edges. The vulnerability of that moment made me nervous. I had never let any of my partners before this take such a measured and leisurely view of me. He smiled contentedly and the pleasure in his eyes made my knees go weak. I took a tentative step towards him. When he didn't move to stop me I closed the gap between us and followed his lead pulling his shirt decisively over his ginger head. His pants and boxers followed quickly after. I looked him over in a similar fashion to the way he had viewed me. My eyes wandered slowly over his well muscled chest and meaty arms. He was strong but it was clear that he spent little to no time in a gym. I followed the lines of his body down and then back up again, landing at last on his face.
There was a look of nervous anticipation shining in his eyes that I was sure was a mirror for mine a few moments ago. I smiled gently and raised my hands to his chest. Automatically his hands went to my hips, gripping firmly. We leaned slowly, tentatively into each other resuming our previous kissing only this time less frenzied.
We made our way over to my bed in awkward steps and graceless twirls. Finally Ron's knees met the edge of my mattress with a jolt. The excitement of what was about to happen pushed me towards him and we went tumbling down onto the soft cushion behind him. We kissed and groped testing boundaries for ages before I leaned over to my bedside table and wrenched open the drawer pulling free a condom in a shiny wrapper.
"Do you need any help with that love?" I shook my head at him making quick work of the loud packaging.
I bent down to kiss him again settling my knees on either side of his slim hips. We fell into a rhythm that built with our every move. By the time we finished together we were drenched in sweat and completely exhausted. I collapsed on top of him, unable to do anything but breathe. He wrapped his arms around me and rested his hands in the small of my back where his fingers drew never ending spirals and twists. A feeling of safety and utter contentment washed over me laying there in his strong arms. I had never felt this way before with a partner and it scared me. Even with Draco I had never felt such a sense of peace.
His hands gradually stilled and I began hearing soft snores from beneath me. As gently as I could I peeled myself from his arms and rolled to the edge of the bed. This couldn't be happening. Meaningless sex with a stranger, or worse a Weasley was at the very least acceptable. Everyone had their weak moment now and again. But developing feelings for him was out of the question. It had to be all the endorphins coursing through my system. Please let it be the endorphins.
I turned and watched him move in his sleep, his snores deepening to a stronger hum. He looked so sweet laying there with his arms spread wide and a small smile twitching his lips. I watched for a moment or two more before getting up and walking to the bathroom. I stared at myself in the mirror scrutinizing the girl who stared back at me. She was pale and her make-up was smudged beyond recovery. Her eyes were a deep brown that bordered on black framed by a pair of well manicured eyebrows. These arched in a question as I searched the lines of my face for answers. I found none.
I turned on the tap blasting the sink with hot water and cupped my hands under the torrent. Giving up on my reflection I bent and washed the night from my face. The heat of the water relaxed some of my fears and by the time I was finished I had suppressed the rest. I dried my face on the soft towel hanging from the back of the door and strode back into the bedroom and the sleeping figure sprawled across my mattress. I stood there watching him sleep for a few minutes smiling as he snorted and jerked in his sleep. He was so at ease, he had been from the moment he had sat down at my table in the pub at the beginning of this whirlwind of a night. I toyed with the idea of waking him and kicking him out but realized that I didn't actually want him to leave. I liked the thought of waking up to his face in the morning, wrapped tightly in his arms, warm and safe.
A shiver ran down my body. The room had grown cold as the night had progressed until it felt close to freezing. After one more moment's hesitation I climbed lightly into bed. Crawling from the foot of the bed to nestle in against his warm body I tucked myself under one of his outstretched arms. He pulled me in tight to him, his body responding automatically to my weight. I smiled happily and pulled the duvet up over our exposed bodies. My head settled on his shoulder as I finally joined him in sleep.