Snogging Only
Author's Note: Originally published on January 22, 2010
Ron stared openly at the hypnotizing sight before his eyes. Hermione was bent over, tidying up after entertaining at their home—a few days before Christmas.
He restrained himself all evening as he watched her play the energetic hostess, her skirt whirling about her feet and her cheeks rosy in the soft candlelight. She flashed him teasing smiles throughout the festivities, her eyes full of promise. Now that they were finally alone, he intended on following through with their unspoken agreement.
He watched, transfixed, as Hermione wiggled her cute arse, not realizing the effect she was having. He wrapped her up from behind, lifting her off her feet.
"Ron!" she shrieked in surprise. "Where are you taking me?"
He walked them backwards until they were standing in an open doorway, before spinning her around and pulling her tightly against his growing hardness. Glancing up briefly, he uttered a single word.
"Mistletoe."
He dipped down and caught her lips in a voracious kiss. His hands roamed her body and squeezed her fanny, knowing just how to touch her. As he left a wet trail down her neck, she moaned and unfastened his trousers, fishing out his manhood.
"God, Ron. I've been waiting all night." She brazenly lifted her skirt and pressed his fingers firmly against her damp knickers. "See? I'm ready for you. Now!"
He frantically tore off the satin, lifted her up, and impaled her on his hard cock. She let out a cry and wrapped her legs around him as he thrust repeatedly.
"Fuck, Hermione, need more."
His teeth took hold of the front of her dress and pulled, scattering buttons everywhere as he descended on her exposed breast. She reached up and grabbed the doorframe, the sprig of mistletoe hanging between her outstretched arms as she arched her back, offering her chest to his seeking tongue.
He continued fucking her without restraint, propelling them both closer to completion. Over their vocal lovemaking, they failed to hear the crack of Apparition behind Hermione.
"Ginny forgot her... bloody hell!" Harry's voice rang out.
Ron tried to pull away, but Hermione screamed out in wanton ecstasy. "Ron, don't stop!"
"Mistletoe is supposed to be for snogging only," Harry remarked cheekily before disappearing.
Ron plunged into her a few more times before Hermione came with a shudder, her moans pushing him over the edge as he spurted his hot spunk inside her.
They collapsed, exhausted, on the nearby sofa. After regaining their senses and cleaning up, Ron retrieved a Harpies scarf from the floor.
"Be right back."
He reappeared a moment later, wailing loudly. "My eyes! Pale skinny arse and freckles... everywhere."
Hermione snorted. "We must have... inspired... Harry."
"I'll never get that image out of my head, Hermione."
She summoned the hanging mistletoe, before turning her back to him and sashaying away. "Come upstairs, you big baby, and I'll make you forget all about it."
Ron's mind went blank as he was once again mesmerized by the movement of Hermione's arse.