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Title: That old cooling charm again
Author: apostrophe_ess
Disclaimer: Everything belongs to JKR, I merely gain from playing these games in her playground.
Pairing/Character: Ron/Hermione
Word Count: 348
Rating: PG-13ish at least, I think
Summary: Ron is pleased Hermione is accomplished at "cooling" charms!
Author's Notes: For books_freckles weekly challenge 56 - sunburn.
That cooling charm again
“Ow.”
“Don’t be a baby.”
“But,” a pause, “it,” another one, “hurts.”
“I said don’t be a baby,” Hermione chuckled, lightning her touch. She’d have thought by now that her red haired, fair but freckled skinned boyfriend would have learned that if he was going to spend any time in the sun he should use at least a factor thirteen protection charm.
“That’s better,” Ron sighed as she just touched his back and shoulders with her finger tips.
“Your back is done. Is there anywhere else?”
“We-ell,” Ron paused again.
“Ron?”
“The fronts of my shoulders are a bit sore too.”
“Let me see,” Hermione suggested, tucking her wand back into its pocket. “There?” she asked, running one finger downwards and watching him shudder as he gasped when her nail found the nub on his chest. Ron made a sound that was a mix of a garbled yes and a groan. “Or there?” She ran a finger from her other hand in the same way and continued to rub a nail over each one.
“Yes,” Ron moaned, slipping his arms around her waist and pulling her to him as he laid back on the bed, one hand slipping up to hold her head to him while he kissed her long and hard.
The great thing, Hermione thought, about sitting out in the garden in little more than shorts and a bikini top was that they were dispensed with almost immediately when the need arose.
“Hermione,” Ron muttered as she stopped pulsing around him.
“Ron?” Hermione asked, her arms still under his shoulders while she regained her breath.
“You’re hurting me.”
“I am?” Hermione lifted her head and looked into Ron’s eyes. “How? Where?”
“My sunburn.”
“Oh,” she rolled her eyes and flopped down again.
“But the good thing is -“
“Yes?”
“You’ll have to do that charm again.”
“Which one?” Hermione asked teasingly, knowing quite well he meant the heat removing one as she slipped a hand between them and brushed her nail over his nipple once more.
“That one,” Ron grinned and crushed her back to him.
Author: apostrophe_ess
Disclaimer: Everything belongs to JKR, I merely gain from playing these games in her playground.
Pairing/Character: Ron/Hermione
Word Count: 348
Rating: PG-13ish at least, I think
Summary: Ron is pleased Hermione is accomplished at "cooling" charms!
Author's Notes: For books_freckles weekly challenge 56 - sunburn.
That cooling charm again
“Ow.”
“Don’t be a baby.”
“But,” a pause, “it,” another one, “hurts.”
“I said don’t be a baby,” Hermione chuckled, lightning her touch. She’d have thought by now that her red haired, fair but freckled skinned boyfriend would have learned that if he was going to spend any time in the sun he should use at least a factor thirteen protection charm.
“That’s better,” Ron sighed as she just touched his back and shoulders with her finger tips.
“Your back is done. Is there anywhere else?”
“We-ell,” Ron paused again.
“Ron?”
“The fronts of my shoulders are a bit sore too.”
“Let me see,” Hermione suggested, tucking her wand back into its pocket. “There?” she asked, running one finger downwards and watching him shudder as he gasped when her nail found the nub on his chest. Ron made a sound that was a mix of a garbled yes and a groan. “Or there?” She ran a finger from her other hand in the same way and continued to rub a nail over each one.
“Yes,” Ron moaned, slipping his arms around her waist and pulling her to him as he laid back on the bed, one hand slipping up to hold her head to him while he kissed her long and hard.
The great thing, Hermione thought, about sitting out in the garden in little more than shorts and a bikini top was that they were dispensed with almost immediately when the need arose.
“Hermione,” Ron muttered as she stopped pulsing around him.
“Ron?” Hermione asked, her arms still under his shoulders while she regained her breath.
“You’re hurting me.”
“I am?” Hermione lifted her head and looked into Ron’s eyes. “How? Where?”
“My sunburn.”
“Oh,” she rolled her eyes and flopped down again.
“But the good thing is -“
“Yes?”
“You’ll have to do that charm again.”
“Which one?” Hermione asked teasingly, knowing quite well he meant the heat removing one as she slipped a hand between them and brushed her nail over his nipple once more.
“That one,” Ron grinned and crushed her back to him.