Surprise (R)
Title: Surprise
Prompt: surprise
Rating: R
Summary: Hermione never ceases to surprise Ron
A/N: peenlulz 15 minute drabble
Ron watched Hermione from across the room. She looked spectacular in her simple black dress and heels. The dress was tighter than what she usually wore and he wondered if perhaps she was wearing those fantastic little knickers of hers that ran up her arse. Her hair was tied up with loose tendrils sweeping her slender neck.
They were attending a party in honour of her parents’ return from Australia. Hermione felt so guilty about hiding her parents for a year that she organized this event to help them get re-acquainted with life in England.
He was talking to Mr. What’s-his-fuck, Hermione’s parents’ neighbor and trying desperately to hide his burgeoning stiffy as his eyes followed Hermione. Finally, unable to take it anymore, he excused himself and set off to find his girlfriend. He was able to locate her as she made her way back to the restaurant’s kitchen to consult with the staff. He caught up with her standing alone, looking out a window, obviously trying to collect her thoughts.
“Hey there,” he whispered into her ear as he approached her from behind, his hands snaking around her waist.
“Hi,” she whispered back.
“Every thing’s going fine Luv, you don’t have to stress so much,” he pointed out as he rested his head on her shoulder.
“I know, thanks.” She turned her head to give him a quick chaste kiss.
Ron had other plans. His kiss was anything but chaste. He moved his lips along her neck and shoulders while his hands pulled her back against his chest. “You need to relax Hermione.”
“Oh, can you help me with that?”
“That’s the plan,” his hands ran up the front of her dress and began to caress her breasts, exerting ever increasing pressure. She tilted her head to the side and pushed her bottom firmly into the erection pressing into her arse.
“Damn, I can’t wait to get you home and strip you down to your naughty little knickers.” He ran his hands over the curve of her bottom.
Hermione turned her face and, meeting his eyes, asked “Who said I’m wearing any?”
“R-really?” Ron sputtered.
Hermione giggled and nodded with a blush.
Ron reached down and ran his hand up under her dress, along the inside of her thigh. Once his hand reached the apex of her legs, all he found were her damp curls, unfettered by a cloth barrier.
“Surprise,” she whispered, rubbing herself into the hand cupping her mound.
“Oh God,” Ron moaned. “Fuck waiting for home, I need you right now!”
Prompt: surprise
Rating: R
Summary: Hermione never ceases to surprise Ron
A/N: peenlulz 15 minute drabble
Ron watched Hermione from across the room. She looked spectacular in her simple black dress and heels. The dress was tighter than what she usually wore and he wondered if perhaps she was wearing those fantastic little knickers of hers that ran up her arse. Her hair was tied up with loose tendrils sweeping her slender neck.
They were attending a party in honour of her parents’ return from Australia. Hermione felt so guilty about hiding her parents for a year that she organized this event to help them get re-acquainted with life in England.
He was talking to Mr. What’s-his-fuck, Hermione’s parents’ neighbor and trying desperately to hide his burgeoning stiffy as his eyes followed Hermione. Finally, unable to take it anymore, he excused himself and set off to find his girlfriend. He was able to locate her as she made her way back to the restaurant’s kitchen to consult with the staff. He caught up with her standing alone, looking out a window, obviously trying to collect her thoughts.
“Hey there,” he whispered into her ear as he approached her from behind, his hands snaking around her waist.
“Hi,” she whispered back.
“Every thing’s going fine Luv, you don’t have to stress so much,” he pointed out as he rested his head on her shoulder.
“I know, thanks.” She turned her head to give him a quick chaste kiss.
Ron had other plans. His kiss was anything but chaste. He moved his lips along her neck and shoulders while his hands pulled her back against his chest. “You need to relax Hermione.”
“Oh, can you help me with that?”
“That’s the plan,” his hands ran up the front of her dress and began to caress her breasts, exerting ever increasing pressure. She tilted her head to the side and pushed her bottom firmly into the erection pressing into her arse.
“Damn, I can’t wait to get you home and strip you down to your naughty little knickers.” He ran his hands over the curve of her bottom.
Hermione turned her face and, meeting his eyes, asked “Who said I’m wearing any?”
“R-really?” Ron sputtered.
Hermione giggled and nodded with a blush.
Ron reached down and ran his hand up under her dress, along the inside of her thigh. Once his hand reached the apex of her legs, all he found were her damp curls, unfettered by a cloth barrier.
“Surprise,” she whispered, rubbing herself into the hand cupping her mound.
“Oh God,” Ron moaned. “Fuck waiting for home, I need you right now!”