A/N: Part 1 of a two-part arc, first posted for HPshipweeks on Tumblr. The idea was inspired by clickbait and Rated M/R/18 for very good reasons.
Runner-up of Best Smut in the 2016 Romione Awards, on Tumblr.
Have I mentioned this is very R rated? Just checking…
"You get to sleep and we'll read more tomorrow." Hermione leaned over Rose and kissed her on the forehead and watched her daughter snuggle deeper into bedclothes. Ron had Hugo in his arms, wiggling like a eight month would, watching Hermione tucking their daughter into the bed.
She got up from the bed and made her way to them, closing the door to a small crack, letting some of the hallway light act like a nightlight.
"I thought you had tucked him into bed already," she inquired while he was holding the wriggling mass of adorable son. Ron shifted Hugo to the other side, keeping Hugo from reaching for Hermione's mass of exploded hair.
"I had but he heard you come in and woke up. Maybe he wants you for a cuddle and nurse before he'll sleep all night."
"Ron," she changed the tone of her voice and kissed her son on the cheek. "I've been on my feet sixteen hours today at work. What I need now," she purred, "is a glass of wine and my husband, sooner than later." She sighed but saw her son's face and smiled at him.
"But, you, tomorrow," he struggled to say what he was thinking, especially what she was offering was so terribly tempting after her brutal schedule this week in the ministry.
"I took tomorrow off because I need time with the kids, but I want you most of all."
He sputtered and looked at Hugo. "Right now?" he gulped.
"Go get me a glass of wine and I'll put him down." She saw him struggling to string two words together after a full day with the kids. She took Hugo from his arms and felt small arms immediately snuggling into her chest, pawing at her blouse.
"Sorted," he kissed her on the cheek and left the landing.
"And you, my dear, Mummy needs your cuddles." She kissed him on the forehead and slowly walked back to Hugo's room. "Mummy needs you to sleep all night tonight." She sat down in the rocking chair in Hugo's room and undid the buttons on her blouse, letting him cuddle on the bare skin of her chest. She didn't even bother with the front closure of her bra since within moments, he was fast asleep.
Ron returned and handed her a glass of elf-made wine. "He didn't even want to nurse tonight, just cuddle." She took a sip.
"You are amazing, you know that." Ron knelt down to her level, still taller than her in the chair.
She smiled up at him. "Really?" She asked at his compliment. "How's that?"
"I reckon so. He fussed so much to be put down earlier and then he was fussing more after I spent almost an hour trying to calm him the second time. Then you come home and not ten minutes, you have him fast asleep."
"I dunno how, dear." Hermione smiled and Ron lifted their son from her chest. He put the fast asleep Hugo in the bassinet and laid a charm over the bed, so he'd know when Hugo was waking up.
"You didn't have to do that," She got up from the chair and saw him tending Hugo in the crib. "Since I'm off tomorrow, I can get up with him. I can tell you've had a hard day with them."
"No more than usual," he added.
Hermione left first with Ron following, going down the hallway to their bedroom. "The kids are great and magic makes it easy to tidy up." He pulled off his soiled vest and Hermione's breath caught. He turned and saw her removing her blouse, leaving her in the magenta bra that he loved.
"I missed you, so much," she whispered and took the four steps to him, melting into his embrace. He smelled of fruit and bread and spaghetti sauce and it was wonderful. "I hate these weeks where I'm away so much."
"I know you do," he pressed her hair into his face, appreciating her strong arms around his slightly soft middle, "and you do so much for the Ministry and keeping the Wizengamot on the straight and narrow." He felt her shudder slightly and he squeezed her tighter, feeling her breasts press into his chest, causing the blood to rush from his head to points elsewhere.
She pulled back and gazed upward, seeing his blue eyes in the barely lit room. "I need you," she begged, letting the desperation crowd her voice. "I've dealt with assholes and small-minded twats all week, not to mention the court case berating me in front of the Wizengamot and it took all I had to not blow a brain cell. I need one night where I don't have to think, only to feel you and trust you and -" She got lost in her own tangled thoughts. "Please, make love to me."
"Hermione, are you sure you don't want to sleep first? You've been at the office 18 hours a day the last week. You're so tired that you're cursing as much as I do. We can find a few hours tomorrow but you need to take care of yourself, too, I reckon."
"The kids, Ron." She pulled his neck down to kiss him and he fell into a heated snog almost immediately. Ron spared one glance for the door and saw no ginger haired moppet in the doorway and heard no sparse crying from the hallway and turned his attentions back to his wife.
"You know it's been weeks," he growled before falling to his knees and kissing her chest and stomach. She ran her fingers through his hair, feeling the softness she'd been craving the last 10 days without him. "I doubt I can last five minutes the first time." He looked up and saw her grinning like a confunded troll.
"Oh I hope you can go more than once tonight. I could use a few good long hours with you, fucking my brains out."
Ron stood up and lifted Hermione off her feet and walked her back to the edge of the bed, laying her down onto the bedclothes. Her arms went around him immediately and he pressed her into the sheets of their bed, feeling the softness of her chest and stomach. She wrapped her legs around him and pulled him between her knees.
He gasped at the immediate friction on his now whining cock and rubbed slightly on her trousers. "You have too many clothes on," he said while he nipped the skin on her throat. She moaned quietly and then louder when his hands found her breasts and he massaged them through the fabric and lace. "I think you need out of this first." He pushed up some, onto his elbow and deftly unfastened the clasp on the front of her bra. It fell open, releasing her breasts. They filled out once she'd gotten pregnant with Rose and then after Hugo remained the same size, fitting his hands perfectly. A boy's fantasy turned into a man's appreciation, especially after watching her carry their children, including the troubles with Rose, and Hugo.
"You're staring," she touched his face in response to the awe displayed on his face. "Why?"
Ron smiled and Hermione thought she saw a tear on the corner of his eye. "You married me and you're so amazing and you come home after a fuck-all long week and you're begging me to make love to you when it should have been the other way around."
She pulled him back down to her, compressing her body into his wonderful warmth. "You idiot, of course I do." She pulled his face to hers and kissed him breathless, finding that while she was pouring all of the feelings she had for him, he was deftly removing her trousers and delving her knickers.
"Oh," she gasped when his fingers found her and probed gently, teasing the sensitive clit.
"You weren't wrong there," he smirked into her skin. "You have missed me."
He pulled back just far enough to see the fierce love carved into her face. "Quit teasing me and fuck me. I'm so tired of thinking."
Ron stood up from the bed and dropped his track trousers followed by his orange pants. His cock stood ready for duty.
"Shit," Hermione muttered before Ron crawled back into bed and between her knees. Ron leaned forward to pull her matching knickers off her ample hips and saw her smile. "So how do you – "
"Fast and dirty, please. We can go slower once you are satisfied."
Ron shuddered and looked towards the door again. It was cracked to hear the kids but the silencing charms worked one way, so they'd hear if one of their kids was awake.
"They're asleep ," she insisted, "and your wife is waiting."
Ron licked two of his fingers and went to work on his wife, getting her very wet and ready for him. Ten years of making love to Hermione – including the first few months when he didn't know what the fuck he was really doing – meant he knew how to get her off within moments so she could claw his back and appreciate the naughty words she used only for his ears.
He pushed her back into the bed and moved her legs into position while groping her breasts with one hand and rubbing her clit in the sawing motion she loved best with the other. Not a minute later, she arched her back was kicking her legs out, moaning like a sick banshee and leaving his hand cramped.
He moved up onto his knees and buried his cock within her, feeling the muscles rippling along him.
"Oh fuck," Hermione panted. She pulled at him and he felt her legs wrap around his pistoning hips. Ron did just that, working fast and hard, like she demanded. Even up on his arms, with her legs wrapped around his hips, he pounded into her like a man bereft of company for years, not days.
"Good thing you took off tomorrow," Ron growled into her hair, feeling her nipping his throat with nibbling kisses, "cause you won't be able to walk."
He thrust again, rubbing his hips into hers and he felt her shudder again before her short nails raked across his back and hips. He was thrusting with all he had before he felt a hitch in his back that wasn't related to the gripping of his shaft.
"Ow, damn it," he griped when he felt his bollocks tightening. He moved away from his wife who looked very confused. "Roll over onto your stomach and lift your arse. My back needs a different position."
She grinned and did as he asked, enjoying the change in position. "Better?"
"Yeah," he moved and put a foot on the bed. The hitch in his back released and he could move easier. He went back to the punishing pace that Hermione loved, pulling her hips into his thrusts.
She moaned again. "Ron, I'm – "
"Come for me," he commanded in his Auror voice. He felt her clamping down onto his content cock and her quivering with guttural moans. He felt the band in his bollocks ready to pop and wouldn't hold back.
Once, twice, thrice and he felt everything in his life passing through his cock.
Spent, he fell to the side of the bed where Hermione wasn't and tried to remember how to breathe again. Deft fingers were playing with the hair on his head and neck along with a gentle touch on his arms.
"I'm not falling asleep, honest." Ron protested but held off when he heard his wife laughing.
"I know but coaxing round two requires some gentleness on my part, I reckon."
"You're barking, you know that, right?"
"You promised I'd have trouble walking tomorrow and I'm holding you to it. A hitch in my stride won't be noticed by the kids."
Ron chuckled alongside her. "Nah, they are too young, aren't they?"
Rose was already snuggled back in her bed, thinking that she had to ask Mummy and Daddy about tonight. Mummy always said you should ask questions to things you don't understand.
And Daddy is terrific about answering her questions.
Like why Daddy was dancing on Mummy's butt in their bed.