A/N: This story was originally a one shot for the Romione Secret Santa on tumblr, but I thought it needed a smutty follow-up chapter. Hope you enjoy!
Warnings: Fluff+Smut = Smuff?
Chapter 2:
Ron led the way through the front door; it was charmed to allow him entry. They were barely inside and free of their winter coats when Hermione pulled him into a passionate kiss. All of the emotions of the day seemed to erupt as the kiss deepened. Need for her crashed into him like the waves on the shore outside, and there was a moment where he considered taking her right there.
Deciding that he wanted more than a quick shag against the door, Ron pulled back slightly. Not to be deterred, Hermione took the opportunity to lift herself up on her tiptoes and plant wet kisses on his neck.
"Fuck," he whispered; the feel of her tongue on his skin simultaneously muddled and focused his thought process. He had to have her now, but not here. Hermione moaned when he slipped his hands down to her bum, pressing her more firmly into him. He wanted her to feel how much she affected him; he wanted to affect her just as much.
Without another word, Ron scooped Hermione into his arms and headed toward the stairs. As he carried her, she laid her head on his shoulder and nuzzled into the crook of his neck with a sigh. When he pushed the door to the bedroom open with his hip, he was almost overcome by the echoes of the past. The last time he had carried her into this room he had been so afraid that he had lost her in every way possible, but now…
She must have sensed his turmoil because she turned his face gently toward hers and kissed his lips softly. He gently put her down, and they stood facing each other beside the bed.
"Hermione, I…" she gently placed her finger over his lips and shook her head gently. As she looked at him her eyes were wet but set in that determined way that he had learned long ago meant she would not be denied.
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Hermione knew what he wanted to say, but she also knew that there were some things that were best communicated without words. He had already given her the gift of beautiful words tonight, and she wanted to solidify them with something more. Words could be manipulated and misunderstood; what they both needed tonight was so pure that it could be neither of these.
In the dim lamplight with the accompanying sound of the waves outside, she began to undress him. He helped her pull the jumper over his head as her nimble fingers began to work on his buttons. She relished the feeling of his skin under her hands and on her tongue, whimpering slightly when he pulled back, confused until she realized he was reaching to pull her jumper and undershirt off in one swift motion.
She reached behind her to work the clasp on her bra when he stopped her. He walked around behind her, between her and the bed. Moving her hair over her shoulder, he kissed her neck as he removed the delicate lace garment. Hermione moaned in pleasure as he cupped her breasts gently, brushing her nipples lightly with his palms.
"Ron." Her voice was husky with want as she leaned back into his chest. How could it be possible to want someone so much? To feel like you might literally die if you could not have them? Desire, she mused internally, was its own torture was it not? A voluntary cruciatus of sorts; she decided to keep that thought to herself, Ron would not see the humor in that despite its truth.
...
Hermione had already kicked her shoes off as Ron trailed his right hand down her stomach to the button of her jeans. He helped her shimmy them off while kissing the soft flesh near her spine. She gasped when he slipped his hand into the top of her knickers, pushing lower until his long fingers found the heat of her folds. The feeling of her, slick with want, threatened to push him into a frenzy; one that would conclude with his pounding into her from behind as he bent her over the nearest piece of furniture.
Compounding this feeling was the realization that she had snaked her hands backward and was working his button and fly open. Using his left hand, he grabbed his wand from his back pocket. He cast two non-verbal spells: one removed the rest of his clothing, the other ensured he would not become a father, at least not tonight. He tossed the wand aside and pulled Hermione closer, his fingers now teasing her sensitive clit.
They both moaned as his cock came into contact with her silky knickers. She was now grinding into him slowly, and he pushed into her with growing intensity.
"Please," she whimpered. He reluctantly removed his hand from her soft flesh, so that he could remove the last barrier between them. She turned and melted into his arms; he thought he would go mad at the feeling of her. No matter how many times they were together like this, he never got used to how right it felt to have her skin against his.
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She didn't just want him anymore, she needed him. She needed to be touched by his hands, to be tasted by his mouth, to be filled by his cock. She blushed a little at the thought; even after all they had done together, learned together, she was still taken by surprise at how naughty she felt sometimes.
She stepped forward and pushed him down so that he sat on the bed and she stood between his knees. Hermione ran her hands into the hair at the back of his neck, pulling him into a scorching kiss. He growled into her mouth, pulling away to focus on her hardened nipples. She threw her head back in bliss. More.
She needed more. The blood in her veins burned, and she felt dizzy from the sheer force of her love for him. She wanted to make him lose control, to feel what she felt, to pull him into the fire with her. She ran her hands down his muscled back, relishing the familiar feel. So much had changed in less than a year. Not that long ago she had only dreamt about touching him, now he was here with her and it was even better than she had ever dreamt.
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He wanted to kiss her forever, to savor their love, but his need was overtaking him. As usual, Hermione was one step ahead of him, climbing up on the bed and straddling him. The look of lust and love in her eyes took literally took his breath.
"Need you…inside me…now." Her words slammed into him with unbelievable force, he was almost unable to move, until he felt her hand guide his aching cock toward her center.
"Fuck…yes…now!" He watched her face in awe as she lowered herself onto him slowly; her tight, wet, heat surrounding him. How could every time feel so new and so familiar at the same time? How could having her make him want her even more?
He couldn't contain his hips as they thrust up slightly, eager to join them completely, but he wanted to let her have control. She moved over him timidly at first, and they kissed slowly and deeply. He knew that she wanted to let go, but she needed a little encouragement.
"Love…so good," wrapping his hands in the hair at the nape of her neck, he pulled her close and whispered, "more."
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Hermione's love for Ron was the sum of million different attributes and actions, but a sizable portion was dedicated to his special knack for making her feel powerful. He never treated her like she was weak or fragile. It was in fact one of the first things that drew her to him. She had been worried that after Malfoy Manor that might change; he had seen her so vulnerable, but, amazingly, he had been able to make her see that her torture had been a crucible which only galvanized her strength.
Unsurprisingly, Ron had sensed the best way for her to ease the painful memories. The shadow of their past; the bloody and trembling forms that they had been the last time they inhabited this room, was cast out by their powerful lovemaking.
She ran her hands down his chest and urged him back onto the bed. The change in position brought him even deeper and they both cried out. She would give him more; she would give him everything.
Hermione circled her hips and moved forcefully over him; he placed his hands on her hips in encouragement but made no move to alter her pace. She threw her head back, relishing the physical and emotional connection they shared. The first tremors of her climax were building as she reached for her lover's hands. Their fingers intertwined and he offered the support of his arms as leverage.
"Oh, Ron, so close…"
He thrust up into her then, pushing her spectacularly over the edge. Her entire body began to tremble before she dropped down into Ron's waiting arms. He stilled his movements and stroked her hair.
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Hermione's orgasm threatened to pull him over the edge, but he held back. He loved watching her, the way her face flushed, the way her thighs trembled, the way her mouth opened, the way her nipples twitched. He had intended to let her recover slightly before pursuing his own release, but those intentions vanished when she whispered in his ear.
"More…"
Without hesitation he flipped them over on the mattress. His feet hit the floor as he withdrew from her and stood up. He placed his hands under knees and pulled her closer to him.
"More?" He looked at her very earnestly.
She bit her lip and nodded at him; the look that she knew drove him mental. He thrust into her with one fluid stroke. They both groaned in bliss at the change in position. Gods, was there any better feeling than being buried inside her? Sometimes it still seemed unreal to him; not just that they were together, but that she took as much pleasure in him as he did in her.
He loved how they were learning each other physically. Their first few times had been beautiful, but they had both been pretty clueless. Now it seemed like every time they were together, it just got better. Like now, he knew from experience that after her first orgasm Hermione was particularly sensitive to short, deep thrusts at just the right angle.
Ron slid his hands under her arse and tilted her hips forward, never breaking his rhythm. The sound of their moans and slapping of his flesh against hers filled the small room. He was slamming into her now, so close to his own release that everything else began to slip away.
"Ron!" Her cry brought him back to reality just in time to feel her muscles clamp around him.
"Ermione!" His own orgasm ripped through him and poured steadily into her. She clutched at him, urging him toward her. He lowered himself as gently as his shaking arms would allow into her embrace.
"Love…you…so….much…that was…" Her words came out in short pants, no doubt due to the level of exertion and the weight of his body.
"Bloody…fantastic…love you…more." He then rolled over with her and found a more comfortable position on the bed.
Hermione settled into the crook of his arm and laid her head on his still slightly heaving chest. Ron could feel the smile on her face, and as her breathing evened out, he couldn't help feeling that what she had said early really applied in this situation. Truthfully he was so happy right now that there were no words that could adequately communicate his feeling of pure bliss.