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...Chapter 6...

He couldn't believe he'd gotten away with it.

He had actually managed to convince his wife to surrender her knickers, while she was still at work! Hiswife. It was a moment of bloody triumph, is what it was. He had been forced to spend a few minutes after returning to his office, just silently pressing his head against the wall and willing his body to stop shaking. He simply couldn't believe it.

Harry sighed loudly for the fourth time in an hour, bringing Ron's head up from where he had been pretending to read a report. His friend was staring at him, eyes just perched on the edge of a disgusted roll.

"I've called your name twice now, and you've been deaf as a post."

Ron shrugged, fighting the blush that he could feel encroaching on his neck as he released his hold on the scrap of fabric in his right trouser pocket.

He knew he'd been worthless, but he really couldn't help it. All he could think about was Hermione walking around work all day in her prim little skirt suit, with nothing on underneath. Just the thought of her soft thighs rubbing together, encased in nothing more than tailored wool, had him hard as bloody stone. He'd been glued to his desk since lunch, unwilling to walk around with a perpetual hard-on in front of his co-workers.

It was a bit like being fifteen again, unable to get up from his seat at the library because Hermione had been doing that thing with her tongue on the edge of her quill that made his insides shiver and his mind wander to forbidden areas.

No, it was exactly like that. Only now, there were no forbidden areas, because she wasn't just his friend, she was his wife. His mind was free to wander wherever it wanted, covering all sorts of fascinating scenarios and possibilities…

She was probably in her office right now, and maybe she needed a file or something from that massive wall of bookcases next to her desk. So she got on the rolling ladder and had to climb all the way to the top, and maybe he could stand right at the bottom and look straight up her skirt at her-

"That's it. Just leave, will you? You're ...I'll be honest mate, you're a bit embarrassing today."

Ron opened his mouth to try and apologize, but Harry held up a file like a shield in front of him.

"No, no, please don't explain anything to me! Just go home and leave the rest of us decent folk to get some bloody work done!"

Ron opened his mouth to ask what Harry was talking about, feign ignorance or something, but Harry countered with an exaggerated eye roll.

"Look, it's obvious your mind is ...uh... elsewhere, so seriously, go home."

With that he stood and walked out of the office they shared with exaggerated dignity, closing the door behind him.

Ron was a bit taken aback. He hadn't been quite that obvious, had he? Well, he had spent all day fiddling with her knickers, but surely Harry couldn't see that from over his desk?

He looked down at the report on his desk to discover that it was upside down, and relating to a case they had closed months ago. Perhaps he had been a bit obvious.

...

Hermione walked into the flat briskly, still riding the edge of urgent anticipation that had plagued her from the moment Ron had left her office.

She knew that she had probably confused her coworkers with her uncharacteristically distracted air. She had spent half of her presentation squirming and blushing, hoping that no one would guess the reason for her distraction. But she had gotten through it and received permission to proceed from her rather perplexed audience.

An extremely enticing aroma swirled beneath her nose as she carefully put her briefcase down, removing her jacket to hang on the hook. Mmm... it smelled like...

"I got takeout, hope that's alright with you. I tried to cook something, but it was too hard to concentrate...I think I may have burned some water, actually..."

Her husband stood in the archway to the kitchen, leaning one broad shoulder against the jamb with both hands shoved deep into his pockets. Just the sight of him lit up her nerve endings. She suppressed the urge to jump on him, taking a calming breath and folding her hands tightly behind her back.

"No, takeout is fine. It smells absolutely delicious."

A slow smile spread across his face, containing an entire wealth of secrets she would have to be blind to miss. Her face burned as he pulled her knickers out of his pocket, rubbing the fabric gently between his fingertips before crumpling them with his fist.

"Yeah, that's what I've been thinking all day."

She backed up instinctively as he stepped toward her, stopping herself before she ended up flat against the wall. She didn't want to look any more ludicrous than she already did.

The silk lining of her skirt brushed against unusually naked flesh, sending the blush on her face rising by a few impossible degrees.

He didn't stop until they stood toe to toe, raising his free hand to cup her chin. His blue eyes were dark with passion, a tinge of desperation rising to their surface.

With a small sound of surrender she lifted herself on her toes to kiss his chin, straining to bring her lips all the way up to his, just catching the fleshy edge of his bottom lip between hers. Strong arms came around her, hauling her up against him as he brought their lips together, brushing lightly before whispering her name and deepening the kiss.

She braced one hand against his shoulder, using the other to hold his head in place while she took inventory of every inch of his mouth with her lips, tongue, and teeth. This was no sweet welcome-home kiss. This kiss was a promise of things to come.

She struggled to wrap her legs around his waist, hampered by her tight wool skirt. She had just decided to settle for squeezing his hips with her knees when he shoved her skirt up roughly, groaning as his hands encountered nothing but naked flesh.

"Fuck, Hermione. Oh, love, I've been thinking about this all day. About you, and this. I couldn't think of anything else!"

His voice took on that husky tone that always meant she was in trouble. The kind of trouble she would give anything to find herself in. His hands kneaded her naked bum as he bumped her hard against the wall in his attempt to walk them to the bedroom.

She put one hand to the back of her head, meeting his sheepish eyes.

"Sorry about that."

She nodded, going immediately back to capture his lips, her hands already slipping the buttons of his shirt free.

He kicked open their bedroom door, nearly toppling them both to the carpet in the process, yet somehow managing to make it all the way to their bed, crushing her into the mattress with a quiet groan. She pulled his shirt off over his head, thrilling at the feel of his skin against the inner edge of her thighs.

The skin-to-skin contact seemed to have an electric effect on him, whipping him into an absolute frenzy.

The sound of silk ripping was only to be expected at this point, so she spared no energy mourning the demise of her second-best blouse. His open mouth forged a burning trail down the length of her throat as he muttered praises and promises into her skin, catching the edge of her bra in his teeth to drag the fabric down, exposing her to the cold air and his hot gaze.

She opened her mouth, prepared to beg, but he was already there, working her breasts with his tongue while urging his hips against her thigh. Just the feel of him against her left her liquid with desire, aching to have him inside, where he belonged.

Feeling bold, she told him exactly that, meeting his startled eyes as she ruthlessly went for his belt, pulling it free of his work trousers with a snap. His mouth worked silently like a goldfish for a few moments before he caught her hands against his zip, pulling them away from his body and up to the waist of her skirt.

"N-no, Mrs. Weasley, you're doing what I say tonight, and I want you naked. Now."

While usually she would have pokered up at being told what to do, even in bed, his softly spoken command had just the opposite effect, making her positively melt for him. She stripped off her clothing in record speed, throwing them to the floor with abandon.

Finally she was just herself before him on the bed, any feelings of shyness or hesitation banished from her heart. This was how it was meant to be, for them. The look of adoration in his eyes was more than enough reward, the reverent touch of his fingertips on her skin nearly bringing tears to her eyes.

His eyelids dropped a bit as he drank her in, running his warm palms in broad circles over her flesh. She arched into his touch as he brushed calloused hands over her breasts, pushing them against his palms insistently. He leaned in for another kiss, forcing her mouth open wide with his wildly thrusting tongue, a sure sign that he was losing his grip on control.

The more Ron lost control, the more he used his mouth, which in her mind was not such a bad thing at all. In fact, it was a trait she had been incredibly thankful for on countless occasions. Like this one.

His mouth began to wander down the length of her torso, pausing to visit some of his favorite spots along the way. He nibbled at the dip beneath her collarbone, his tongue blazing a warm, wet trail across the peak of her breast, taking a moment to press the tight bud against the edge of his teeth and smiling into her skin as she squeaked in delight.

He traveled lower, dipping his tongue into her navel before nipping at the hollow of her hipbone, his breath growing more erratic as it battered against her skin in hot bursts.

She knew from experience that his little tour of her body was getting him as worked up as she was. If that was physically possible, anyway. She was nearly ready to jump out of her skin, if he couldn't manage to get on with it already.

As if he had heard her thoughts, he wiggled down to the foot of the bed, hauling her along with him with firm hands around her waist, stopping once his feet were braced on the floor and the top of his head hovered a few inches below her navel.

She held her breath as he bent her legs, bringing her feet almost level with his shoulders as he stared down at the slick center he had opened to his gaze. He kissed the soft fleshy bit at the inner edge of her thighs, a personal ritual of his she had come to cherish. It had begun as his way of asking her permission and over the years had become more of an open announcement of his intentions.

That breath she had been holding was ripped from her lungs in a keening cry as he dipped his head between her legs, glancing up at her through pale lashes. Somehow, just catching a glimpse of that shining edge of blue had a startling effect on her heart, making it leap about her chest in a frantic sort of dance, leaving her breathless and weak.

Breathless or not, she couldn't control the primitive sounds she made as he explored her with his mouth; sucking, nibbling, and teasing her to the point of madness. His talented lips and tongue performed a very well choreographed routine that brought her all the way to the edge once, twice, and then a third time before she dug both hands into his hair, pulling sharply with a punishing grip.

"Now, Ron!"

He moaned into her flesh, his hands lifting her hips to his face like she was a bowl of pudding he had thoroughly enjoyed and had every intention of licking clean. In only a few seconds she could feel her entire being contracting down to a tiny pinpoint before suddenly exploding outward to encompass the entire universe in one endless moment.

His kisses grew softer as he felt her come back to him, her hands relaxing in his hair. He took a brief moment to nuzzle his damp face against the curve of her belly before climbing up to her, the lanky frame of his body becoming the canopy of her world. Their eyes locked and suddenly there were no words, because a language had not been invented that could convey what their eyes were saying so eloquently.

She unfastened his trousers, pushing them down his hips until he kicked them off the rest of the way, finally, finally laying his naked skin against hers, the hot, hard length of him burning against her thigh.

She shifted so that the blunt tip of him rested right there, where the need for him had reached the point of pain. He hissed in his breath through his teeth, a hint of panic flooding the edges of his eyes as they remained locked with hers. She lifted her hips slightly, bringing him into her by just the tiniest bit. He closed his eyes and whispered her name like a prayer as he pressed all the way inside her, the sweet slide of him as welcome as sunshine after a hard winter.

This.

Now, this deserved its very own chart, separate from the snogging one she planned to work out later. She would have to-oh! Oh, that was nice.

She rotated her hips, urging him to do that again and earning a soft whimper as he clenched his jaw and gave her a pleading look, his voice strained as though it took great effort for him to speak at all.

"No! Please. Don't. Move."

He was the one teetering on the edge now, sweat breaking out along his forehead as a dark blush spread across his neck and chest. She loved making him this way, wild and desperate and just so very Ron, in all his naked glory. And he was truly glorious like this, his knuckles white as they clutched the pillow behind her head, his eyes nearly hidden by heavy lashes.

She smiled slowly, watching his eyes widen as he took in her expression, opening his mouth to beg her not to- she dug her heels into the mattress, bringing him another inch impossibly deeper as she circled her hips in just that way that always made him-

He buried his face into the crook of her neck as he drove into her, his hips jerking frantically as she felt that warm rush of him deep within her center. He held very still for a few moments afterward before biting her neck softly, growling into her skin.

" I told you not to..."

He pulled his head back, leaving their bodies touching from the chest down, apparently as unwilling as she was to be apart once more.

"Y'know, Hermione, you're supposed to be doing everything that I say."

She rolled her eyes, huffing loudly, amused as he winced from the motion of her body.

"I don't think that should count."

He pulled away from her, rolling to the side to toss her an incredulous look with raised eyebrows.

"Oh, that definitely counted."

He pulled her to lie across his chest, his skin still burning with the remainders of his blush beneath her cheek. His fingers drew lazy circles on her backside as they lay in contented silence, just catching their breath.

She had missed this too, this slow and quiet after part, where they just lay together, remaining hidden within their cocoon for a few more moments before returning to reality.

After a while he sighed, running his fingers through her hair until they became hopelessly entangled in the mass of curls.

"Well, at least you've got most of a week to make it up to me."

She pushed up, blowing a hunk of hair out of her face.

"Most of a week? Your winnings are up by Sunday."

He stared at her for a moment before shaking his head ruefully.

"Nah, I said for a week, and you agreed to it, so there's no use trying to skive off now."

She shook her head slowly, adopting her 'explaining things to Ron' tone of voice.

"No, you explicitly said 'for the remainder of the week' which would only give you until midnight Saturday."

He sat up against the headboard, looking completely stricken.

"But-no-I... are you sure? You were more than a bit pissed at the time, as I recall."

She nodded, giving him a consoling look.

"I work with the law every day, Ron. I can promise you that even while intoxicated I would never confuse the terms of a verbal contract."

His eyes so closely resembled those of a depressed puppy that she had to suppress the urge to offer him an entire week of winnings. She had rather enjoyed his demands thus far, after all...

"You're right. As per fucking usual. Well, if I've only got one more day, I'm going to have to make it count."

With that, he kissed her on top of the head and climbed out of bed, sauntering out of the bedroom completely naked with his wand tucked under his arm.

She sat up, grabbing his shirt from the floor and throwing it around herself as she scrambled to follow.

She caught up to him in the kitchen, where he stood waving his wand over something on the countertop.

"What are you doing, Ron?"

He glanced at her over his shoulder, pulling a face as he saw that she had covered herself.

"M'heating up our dinner. I'm bloody starving, aren't you?"

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