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Just a reminder: there are eight chapters total, but from this chapter on it is definitely an M rated fic.
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...Chapter 5...
Hermione struggled to concentrate on the papers in front of her. She had a big presentation after lunch, and this was the first chance she'd gotten to really prepare properly. Unfortunately, there was something niggling at the corner of her mind, shattering her concentration.
Ron had been ... different this morning. Harry and Ginny's news had really cheered him up, and he seemed to have emerged from the funk he had been indulging in for the past few weeks. She felt a little crestfallen that she hadn't been the one to put the skip back in his step, but at least he was happy again.
She had hoped, in a secret little corner of her heart, that he was going to use his silly little bet to get into her knickers. It was a foolish thing for her to expect of him, of course. They were married, after all. It wasn't like he needed an excuse for a shag.
Hmm. They really needed to address that, hopefully tonight he'd get home at a decent hour and they could finally ... reconcile their differences, or whatever it was that had been keeping them apart for so long.
As if her wayward thoughts had summoned him, Ron appeared in her office, stepping casually out of her renovated fireplace. The cocky lopsided grin on his face really took her back, to a time when everything was so much fresher, more urgent. When they had stolen every second they could get, just to be near each other.
She would do anything for that grin, and he knew it.
She stood to walk around her desk and greet him, papers forgotten. He received her peck on the cheek with a soft laugh she could feel all the way down to her toes, the warmth of it curling like a contented cat in her chest.
Without a word to her he flicked his wand at the door, shutting and locking it in one motion. Then he muttered a silencing spell on the room, ignoring her look of confusion. Her initial sense of giddy anticipation immediately crumbled into panic as she wondered what could have earned such secrecy. She grabbed his arm tightly, forcing him to meet her eyes, preparing for the worst.
"What is it? What's happened? Is it Harry? Is it-oh God, Ron, is it Ginny!"
His eyes were blank for a second before shining with amusement as he shook his head. Her entire being melted with relief before straightening back up in curiosity.
The amusement began to disappear from his eyes, burning away in the flames of something much hotter, much deeper than mere humor. Her stomach flipped over with renewed anticipation. Perhaps her hopes regarding the bet were not entirely unfounded, perhaps-
His hands engulfed the back of her skull as he pressed her body against the desk with his, holding her gaze for a scorching moment before dipping his head to catch her lips.
This.
This was ... why had they not been doing this, again? At least once a day? They should have a quota. She would draw up a chart after her presentation and they could...
Her presentation!
She pushed back against him, earning a growl of discontent as he released her lips with a tiny bite that set all of her nerves on fire.
"I'm sorry, Ron, but I can't do this just at the moment, you see I-"
But he was already back, his lips sliding like warm satin against hers, his breath on her cheek sending her heart into overtime, beating like a ticking time bomb in her chest.
He shoved her papers to one side, his hands sliding around her bottom, kneading roughly as he sat her on the desk. He stepped in close, wedging himself between her legs, forgetting to be gentle. He was always that way, when they waited too long between shags. This time ... it had really been too long.
She had a flash of concern for her suit skirt as he shoved it up to her hips, but then his mouth was on her throat and worry over clothing was simply a thought process her brain no longer performed. It was far too busy sorting out the barrage of sensations and memories and love that was her husband.
She buried one of her hands beneath his shirt, the other creeping down to hold onto his arse, keeping him pressed tightly against her. Her actions seemed to inspire his hands to wander, sliding up the front of her blouse to cup her breasts possessively before plucking at their tips, making her gasp as sparks went off all over her body.
Suddenly she was an aching void and he was everything she needed to be whole again. She didn't bother with his shirt, instead attacking his belt as he leaned her back over the desk, bumping her head on something painfully brick-like.
The clock.
She gasped loudly, Ron pushing harder between her thighs as he mistook her meaning. She got up on one elbow, shoving insistently against the center of his chest until he leaned back, panting.
"Wait! I can't-I'm sorry, but as much as I want to, I really can't. I have an important presentation in less than an hour!"
His eyes burned right through her, something dark flashing in their depths, sending a liquid shiver down her spine. One of his long fingers trailed down the buttons of her blouse as he opened his mouth to speak. His voice was low and gravelly, as if he hadn't spoken in a long while.
"An' what if I asked you to? What if it was one of my demands?"
He leaned in, his voice rasping so softly in her ear she almost felt rather than heard him.
"Would you do it then?"
She closed her eyes as he drew back, nodding very slowly. She was almost hoping that he would do just that, so she would at least have an excuse for her extremely unprofessional conduct.
She opened her eyes as he stepped back slightly, allowing her to sit up the rest of the way. He didn't retreat very far, remaining standing between her legs, his fingers making tiny circles behind her knees as he watched her silently.
He sighed deeply, resting his forehead against hers and screwing his eyes tightly shut. After a moment he pulled back, nodding sharply and opening his eyes to spear her with an impossibly direct, impossibly blue gaze.
"Right. I'll just have your knickers, then."
She furrowed her brow in a moment of confusion ... he wanted her... oh! Oh no, she couldn't... Her eyes stretched wide as a wicked grin spread across his face, his eyes twinkling with unholy laughter. She remained perfectly still until he crossed his arms loosely over his chest, jerking his chin in the direction of her knickers.
"Now, if you please. Haven't got all day, you know!"
She pleaded with him with her eyes, her pitiful look having no visible effect on him. He just stood there looking amused and expectant and... just ridiculously sexy. He hadn't bothered to fuss with his hair, and it stood up in messy clumps from her rough handling. His shirt was hanging half out of his trousers and it was just... rather unfair of him, to stand there looking like that. He opened his mouth but she spoke over him, her voice holding a tiny edge of hysteria.
"But I've told you, I have a presentation in under an hour!"
He tilted his head to the side, looking skeptical.
"...and you've written it on your knickers?"
She paused for a moment in confusion, shaking her head until she spied the devilish glint in his eye, his amusement at her expense making her bristle with indignation.
"No, of course not, don't be ridiculous!"
He uncrossed his arms, slapping his hands down on either side of her legs before leaning in until their lips were not more than three breaths apart, his voice once again dropping to the soft rasp she heard in her dreams.
"So you won't be needing them, then."
That time bomb in her chest was going to go off any second now, she was sure. His hands delved beneath her skirt, his fingers hooking onto the sides of her knickers. He pressed his mouth behind her ear, his lips moving on her skin.
"Give over."
She lifted her hips as he pulled down, allowing him to slide the soft fabric down to her knees before he knelt on the floor to pull them off of her legs, careful to remove each foot with her heels still on.
He stayed there for a moment, pressing the bunched fabric to his face and inhaling deeply, causing heat to prickle over her skin. She wasn't sure if she was blushing more from embarrassment or from the way his primitive reaction made her absolutely burn with want.
He stood slowly, shoving the knickers into his pocket as he left a lingering kiss on her lips.
"I'll be home early tonight."
His eyes held a note of pleading, desire still very close to the surface. She stood, giving a businesslike nod as she straightened out her clothing.
"That's good. I will try to do the same."
Now it was his turn to nod, flashing her one last lopsided grin before he simply turned and left just as casually as he had entered.
She collapsed into her chair, trying to control her labored breathing. She didn't care if she had to move mountains; she would definitely be making it home as early as possible.
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