My Shelter, My Strength (R)
Title: My Shelter, My Strength
Prompt: Brick
Rating: R
Summary: Hermione revels in the changes in Ron
A/N: peenlulz chat drabble; Written in 15 minutes, be forewarned.
He had always been so tall and lanky that I honestly never thought he'd grow to be muscular. You would think as much as he has always eaten, he would eventually start to fill out, but no, not my Ron; he only grew up - ever taller and taller.
Yet I wondered, as I got older, what it would be like to be in his arms, to have him fully surround me, fill me from the inside out; to be his completely.
I remember the first time I hugged him, I thought I would knock him over - like the big bad wolf knocking down the little pig's straw house. I flung myself with such force at his poor thin thirteen year old self, it's a wonder I didn't break him with my enthusiasm.
The next time I remember showing him such affection, he was more like a quivering twig, a bit more solid than straw, but still capable of being broken if care was not given. It was our fifth year and he was so dreadfully nervous about his first Quidditch match that I could almost see him shake with fear. I leaned a careful hand on his arm to steady myself, hoping he would not notice my shaking, and placed a small kiss on his cheek. How I wanted to kiss his beautiful full lips, but I knew it was too soon, he wasn't ready. Neither was I.
At the end of our sixth year, that terrible horrible year when I nearly lost his heart another and his body forever, he held me in this arms and cried with me. As he stroked my hair and murmured reassurances, I clung to him as if my life depended on it. Looking back, now I know - it did. He was so solid under my hands, like a brick wall. He became my shelter that day, my strength. Unfortunately I was not strong enough to tell him, until much later, until we had almost lost each one too many times.
Even now, as I lay here under my beautiful man, his firm body pressing against mine, his hardness entering me, filling me again and again, I am reminded that life is fragile, even brick can crumble. I must cherish each moment and treasure each day I am blessed to call Ron mine.
Prompt: Brick
Rating: R
Summary: Hermione revels in the changes in Ron
A/N: peenlulz chat drabble; Written in 15 minutes, be forewarned.
He had always been so tall and lanky that I honestly never thought he'd grow to be muscular. You would think as much as he has always eaten, he would eventually start to fill out, but no, not my Ron; he only grew up - ever taller and taller.
Yet I wondered, as I got older, what it would be like to be in his arms, to have him fully surround me, fill me from the inside out; to be his completely.
I remember the first time I hugged him, I thought I would knock him over - like the big bad wolf knocking down the little pig's straw house. I flung myself with such force at his poor thin thirteen year old self, it's a wonder I didn't break him with my enthusiasm.
The next time I remember showing him such affection, he was more like a quivering twig, a bit more solid than straw, but still capable of being broken if care was not given. It was our fifth year and he was so dreadfully nervous about his first Quidditch match that I could almost see him shake with fear. I leaned a careful hand on his arm to steady myself, hoping he would not notice my shaking, and placed a small kiss on his cheek. How I wanted to kiss his beautiful full lips, but I knew it was too soon, he wasn't ready. Neither was I.
At the end of our sixth year, that terrible horrible year when I nearly lost his heart another and his body forever, he held me in this arms and cried with me. As he stroked my hair and murmured reassurances, I clung to him as if my life depended on it. Looking back, now I know - it did. He was so solid under my hands, like a brick wall. He became my shelter that day, my strength. Unfortunately I was not strong enough to tell him, until much later, until we had almost lost each one too many times.
Even now, as I lay here under my beautiful man, his firm body pressing against mine, his hardness entering me, filling me again and again, I am reminded that life is fragile, even brick can crumble. I must cherish each moment and treasure each day I am blessed to call Ron mine.