Tatters (R)
Title: Tatters
Prompt: Ruin
Rating: R
Summary: Hermione is stressed, Ron helps
A/N: peenlulz
Hermione was sitting at her desk, her frustration level increasing exponentially as the minutes ticked by. She had three reports due, two presentations to prepare and no assistant (the third one this month having quit in a huff the day before). So she was a bit of a perfectionist. But, honestly ...
Suddenly there was a knock at her door. She was reluctant to admit the visitor, as she had no one to announcer caller, she’d rather not let just anyone in when she had so much work to do.
“Damn it Hermione! It’s me!” the annoyed voice of her husband called out. Hermione lifted the charm that sealed the door and allowed him to come in. Ron peeked his head in, “You know I can lift that myself ... I was only being polite.”
Hermione waved a dismissive hand and bade Ron to take a seat. He took one look at his wife and decided that offering lunch in the canteen was NOT going to be sufficient to calm her rattled nerves.
Instead of taking a seat, he shut the door and re-enforced the wards while adding a silencing charm.
Hermione looked up from her work, “What are you doing Ron?”
“Exactly what you need.”
He walked over to her desk chair and spun her around to face him. He knelt in front of her and inched her skirt slowly up her legs.
“Wh-what ...”
“Shhhh,” he leaned forward and placed a tender kiss on her lips, while continuing his hands’ path up her legs. He bunched her skirt around her waist and slowly ran his fingers over her core. He continued to tease, leaning forward to run his long nose against her panties, causing her to shiver. He suddenly stood up and pulled her to her feet. Spinning her around he lay her across her desk.
“Ron, I-” but her words were swallowed as he took her into a bruising kiss. He shoved up her skirt and wrenched her knickers off, tearing the delicate lace. She couldn’t even protest as he tore his trousers down and swiftly entered her.
He set a ferocious pace and quickly had her squirming and clenching around him. He was relentless as he thrust into her harder and harder still, until they fell together in climax.
Still a bit shaky, Hermione tried to pull herself together and readjust her clothes. She held up her tattered knickers for inspection.
“Ron, you’ve ruined them,” she admonished.
“Do you really care?” he asked taking the shredded material from her.
“No, not particularly.”
Prompt: Ruin
Rating: R
Summary: Hermione is stressed, Ron helps
A/N: peenlulz
Hermione was sitting at her desk, her frustration level increasing exponentially as the minutes ticked by. She had three reports due, two presentations to prepare and no assistant (the third one this month having quit in a huff the day before). So she was a bit of a perfectionist. But, honestly ...
Suddenly there was a knock at her door. She was reluctant to admit the visitor, as she had no one to announcer caller, she’d rather not let just anyone in when she had so much work to do.
“Damn it Hermione! It’s me!” the annoyed voice of her husband called out. Hermione lifted the charm that sealed the door and allowed him to come in. Ron peeked his head in, “You know I can lift that myself ... I was only being polite.”
Hermione waved a dismissive hand and bade Ron to take a seat. He took one look at his wife and decided that offering lunch in the canteen was NOT going to be sufficient to calm her rattled nerves.
Instead of taking a seat, he shut the door and re-enforced the wards while adding a silencing charm.
Hermione looked up from her work, “What are you doing Ron?”
“Exactly what you need.”
He walked over to her desk chair and spun her around to face him. He knelt in front of her and inched her skirt slowly up her legs.
“Wh-what ...”
“Shhhh,” he leaned forward and placed a tender kiss on her lips, while continuing his hands’ path up her legs. He bunched her skirt around her waist and slowly ran his fingers over her core. He continued to tease, leaning forward to run his long nose against her panties, causing her to shiver. He suddenly stood up and pulled her to her feet. Spinning her around he lay her across her desk.
“Ron, I-” but her words were swallowed as he took her into a bruising kiss. He shoved up her skirt and wrenched her knickers off, tearing the delicate lace. She couldn’t even protest as he tore his trousers down and swiftly entered her.
He set a ferocious pace and quickly had her squirming and clenching around him. He was relentless as he thrust into her harder and harder still, until they fell together in climax.
Still a bit shaky, Hermione tried to pull herself together and readjust her clothes. She held up her tattered knickers for inspection.
“Ron, you’ve ruined them,” she admonished.
“Do you really care?” he asked taking the shredded material from her.
“No, not particularly.”