No Time For Epilogues

Chapter 12

"Hi Mr. Weezy!" the child called out. Hermione giggled. Ron waved back and led her inside to the sofa. "Now, where were we?" [from Chapter 11

It didn't take long for them to be overcome by the lust and passion for each other. Her skirt hiked up when she straddled his lap and he couldn't help but to caress her offered thighs and arse as she kissed and nipped his lips and neck. She made no objection when he slipped the shirt from her shoulders. He made no objection when she unbuttoned his shirt and ran her hands appreciatively over his chest. She was so caught up in the feelings and emotions of what was going on that she couldn't think. She didn't want to think- it was incredibly liberating. Ron lowered her to the sofa and slipped her bra off, running his hands through her hair and grinding his hips into hers. She whimpered and he woke from his lustful haze, looking into her glazed eyes.

"Why are you stopping?" she asked at a whisper. "I want you."

"I thought you wanted to wait," he said, half hopeful that she didn't really want to wait.

"Look at me, does it look like I want to wait?" she asked softly. "Do you?" He looked at her as if she'd grown another head and answered by kissing her again.

"No, not here..." he said and stood.

He scooped her up, making her to giggle, and took her to the bedroom, still waiting for her to say no. He laid her on the bed and slid in beside her, resuming what they had been doing on the sofa. He felt her hands move down his chest and stomach to his pants to hear her murmur "love, your zipper's stuck."

Silently cursing the denim mood-killers, he tugged at the crotch until the zipper broke and tugged the jeans off.

"May I?" he asked, feeling the soft cotton of her skirt. She nodded and he slipped the skirt off, leaving her only in black lace knickers. "Damn, that's sexy," he said.

"May I?" she asked, running the tip of her index finger along the waistand of his boxers.

"By all means," he said and she slipped them off, biting her lip at his erection. She licked her lips and gently grasped his cock. His head fell back and he breathed out a soft "yes." She stroked him, moved closer to him and kissed his chest. He was in sensory overload. All he felt were her soft hands, lips, hair, and smooth warm skin; her whispers of love and affection were music to his ears. Not wanting her to do all the work, he wordlessly urged her to lie back and lavished attention on her.

Ron was a breast man and showed his appreciation of hers. He caressed, massaged and suckled them to the point of driving her out of her mind with need. As he kissed and nipped, one of his hands slid lower and pressed against the damp spot of her knickers. I did this to her! She moaned and raised her hips. He slipped the patch of wet material aside and slipped a finger slowly around the throbbing, slick folds. She moaned louder and started stroking his cock again, her hand and body moving in time to the rhythm his hand was making.

"Ron...please," she whispered.

Her impassioned plea broke down what was left of his resolve. Obviously, she didn't want to stop. He quickly cast a contraceptive charm on her abdomen with a tap of his wand, tossed it aside and deftly slipped off her panties. She didn't seem nervous or scared when he settled between her legs, and he paused to let her feel his cock resting against her sex before he proceeded.

"All for you," he whispered and nudged the head in, taking it slow, wanting to cause her as little discomfort as possible, because as far as he was concerned, this was all for and about her. It was his first time too, but it wouldn't hurt him. He slid further in and groaned at how tight, wet and warm she felt. It was heavenly. When she whimpered softly and shifted under him, he stopped.

"Don't stop," she gasped and hooked her legs over the back of his thighs. When he felt her barrier, he wrapped his arms around her and looked in her eyes. She nodded and he thrust quickly. Her back arched and she gasped. He paused to give her time to get used to the feeling.

"All right?" he asked and kissed her gently.

She nodded wordlessly and smiled at him, indicating him to continue. He continued with slow, steady thrusts, taking cues from her. She moved her hips in time to the roll of his, their bodies rocking in perfect unison. It felt better than he ever thought, and he felt as if his heart would burst when he saw the look of wonder on her face accompanied by the intense but loving look in her eyes.

She bit her bottom lip and moaned, whispering, "yes Ron...don't stop...feel it coming..."

He groaned a breathy "yes" and closed his eyes, determined to bring her to her peak before him. He focused on his movements and the sounds coming from her, whispers of appreciation and encouragement, laced with obsenities that would only come from her sweet mouth in moments like this. She gripped his back, stiffened, then exploded with a wail of delight. He felt her orgasmic muscles clamp down and pulse over him, again and again as she writhed, gasped and loudly expressed her acclaim of this new pleasure. He could hold back no more and felt his own climax building, placing one of her legs over an arm and thrust into her sharply, causing her to wheeze in even more delight. His cock stiffened, feeling hot and electric when he released into her with a hoarse shout of wonder and joy equal to hers. He slowed and pumped gently, milking his cock until it fell flaccid and slid out. He dared to open his eyes, in case the past half hour was all a dream. She was breathing heavily, eyes glassy with tears when she gazed at him. No words needed to be said. Both of them knew that there were no words to adequately describe the experience.

"Perfect," she whispered and cuddled next to him.

"I agree," he said, pulling the bedcovers around them. "I take it you're staying then?"

Hours later, he woke from the most peaceful slumber he could ever remember enjoying when the mattress shifted. Hermione, then the blanket, slid from the bed and he heard her shut the bathroom door. A few minutes later, he peeked open an eye and saw her in the living room, wrapped in his Chudley Cannons blanket, digging through her purse and took out her mobile phone. She dialed a number, waited and spoke softly.

"Hey mum...I'm at Ron's...not tonight, no," she said with a slow smile. "See you tomorrow, love you, bye." She closed the phone and made her way back to the bedroom.

She paused at the doorway and smiled at him deep in sleep, or so she thought. He was sprawled out on his stomach, one arm hanging over the edge and the other hugging a pillow. She went back to bed, pulled the sheet over her and rearranged the blanket. She cuddled close, loving the feel of his warm body against hers, admiring the toned muscles of his back and the rise of his bum.

"I love you," she whispered.

He smiled into the pillow and was soon lulled back to sleep by the sound of her soft snoring.

The next morning, Harry arrived at Ron's door bright and early, at Molly's request, to get his help for Ginny's birthday party. He used the charm Ron told him to unward and unlock the door then walked into a sight that would scar him the rest of his days.

His two best mates were happily shagging on a kitchen chair.

They were wrapped in Ron's Cannons blanket and Hermione was bouncing on Ron's lap as he encouraged her to "That's a girl, ride me, yeah!" when she squealed in delight and threw her head back, just far enough to notice Harry standing there looking as if might faint. She squeaked in dismay, causing Ron to mumble "w-what?" through a lustful daze and saw Harry standing at the door.

"Shite!" Ron shouted, drawing the blanket over them as much as he could, casting annoying glances at Harry, who was retreating quickly out the door. He was a few steps from the door when it opened and Ron stood there wrapped in the blanket.

"Ron, I'm so sorry," Harry said earnestly, looking everywhere but at Ron. He couldn't, not just yet. The scene he just walked in on was too fresh in his mind.

"We're not mad, Hermione's laughing her arse off, but please Harry, knock or something next time," Ron said. "What are doing here so early anyway?"

"Ginny's birthday, your mum wants you at the house to help prepare for the party."

"It's not until tonight!"

"I know, just passing the message."

"I'll be along...well, sometime this morning. Want some breakfast? Hermione's doing a fry-up."

Harry shook his head. "Maybe another time, I've intruded enough."

"Alright mate, see you later."