Persistence
Author's Note: Originally published on October 12, 2009
Hermione drove him mental whenever she did that with her tongue.
Ron stared hungrily at his wife as she furiously scribbled away on a sheaf of parchment. The tip of her tongue poked out just past her soft pink lips, the unconscious gesture teasing him. It was a habit she'd always had when concentrating, but he hadn't really taken notice of it until fifth year.
"Not right now," she announced, without even looking up.
He grinned and positioned himself behind her chair, idly twirling a flyaway chestnut curl around his finger.
She reached up and batted his hand away. "Stop it, Ron."
Undeterred, he slowly traced a pattern down her graceful neck, his fingertips delicately teasing the surface of her skin.
"I need to finish this report," she groaned, the sound of defeat evident in her voice.
He began massaging her tense shoulders and whispered in her ear, "Finish it tomorrow, love. Let me take care of you now."
She moaned, but half-heartedly tried to squirm away. "I... I really must..."
He slid his hands down the front of her jumper and pressed a trail of warm kisses down her neck.
"Oh my!" she breathed. "Why do you have to be so..."
"What? Handsome, irresistible, sexy..."
"Persistent."
"You always encourage me to go after what I want."
He turned her head and tipped her chin up.
"And what is it you want?" she asked.
"You," he said before capturing her lips and teasing her with the tip of his tongue.