Swaying to the Music (R)
Title: Swaying to the Music
Prompt: paint, R/Hr
Rating: R (barely)
Summary: Hermione watches Ron in an unguarded moment
A/N: In an effort to cheer myself up, I asked
redheadsarehot for a prompt, pairing, and a rating. Sorry luv, this might be the lightest 'R' ever written.
Warning: This is crap!
Hermione Apparated home from dropping Rose off for a weekend with her parents. They had offered to watch her to allow Ron and Hermione the chance to start getting the nursery prepared.
Hermione called up the stairs, "How's it going, Ron?" She didn't hear a reply, so she called again, "Ron!"
Still no answer, though she heard a deep rumbling coming from the nursery where he was supposed to be working. With a 'huff' she set off to find her husband, all the while mumbling to herself, "that man... never listens... if he's listening to the wireless..."
She was slightly out of breath from her climb up the stairs, admonishing him as she walked down the hall, "Ronald Weasley, you answer me when I-"
The sight that met her when she got to the nursery stole the rest of her breath.
Ron stood against the far wall, his back to her as he painted the walls a very particular shade of blue. Hermione had driven Ron crazy with dozens of paint samples she brought home, trying to find the exact perfect shade for their son's room. She had finally found it and now her dear husband's long lean torso was covered in blue freckles. He must have removed his shirt in an effort to keep clean, having ruined his favorite Cannons shirt when painting Rose's room the 'bloody barmy' Muggle way.
Hermione's eyes traveled the expanse of his back, fascinated as always, by the shifting of his muscles. Her hands clenched reflexively at the memory of the feel of those same muscles under her hands as he pounded into her. She squeezed her thighs together in an attempt to quash the stirring she felt.
Unbidden her eyes traveled down to his arse - his perfect firm round arse - encased in his old tight denims. Her arousal heightened as she watch his skinny hips, protruding from the low waistband, as they swayed side to side in a rhythmic motion.
Hermione suddenly wondered why Ron's hips were swaying as he painted. She looked back up and finally noticed the ear buds hidden by his red hair. In an effort to assimilate Ron to Muggle lifestyle, Harry had given Ron a music player filled with all Harry's favorite Muggle music.
Hermione smiled at the sound of Ron's deep voice humming along, until he started singing along, "the teardrops on my guitar..."
Oh hell no!
Prompt: paint, R/Hr
Rating: R (barely)
Summary: Hermione watches Ron in an unguarded moment
A/N: In an effort to cheer myself up, I asked
redheadsarehot for a prompt, pairing, and a rating. Sorry luv, this might be the lightest 'R' ever written.
Warning: This is crap!
Hermione Apparated home from dropping Rose off for a weekend with her parents. They had offered to watch her to allow Ron and Hermione the chance to start getting the nursery prepared.
Hermione called up the stairs, "How's it going, Ron?" She didn't hear a reply, so she called again, "Ron!"
Still no answer, though she heard a deep rumbling coming from the nursery where he was supposed to be working. With a 'huff' she set off to find her husband, all the while mumbling to herself, "that man... never listens... if he's listening to the wireless..."
She was slightly out of breath from her climb up the stairs, admonishing him as she walked down the hall, "Ronald Weasley, you answer me when I-"
The sight that met her when she got to the nursery stole the rest of her breath.
Ron stood against the far wall, his back to her as he painted the walls a very particular shade of blue. Hermione had driven Ron crazy with dozens of paint samples she brought home, trying to find the exact perfect shade for their son's room. She had finally found it and now her dear husband's long lean torso was covered in blue freckles. He must have removed his shirt in an effort to keep clean, having ruined his favorite Cannons shirt when painting Rose's room the 'bloody barmy' Muggle way.
Hermione's eyes traveled the expanse of his back, fascinated as always, by the shifting of his muscles. Her hands clenched reflexively at the memory of the feel of those same muscles under her hands as he pounded into her. She squeezed her thighs together in an attempt to quash the stirring she felt.
Unbidden her eyes traveled down to his arse - his perfect firm round arse - encased in his old tight denims. Her arousal heightened as she watch his skinny hips, protruding from the low waistband, as they swayed side to side in a rhythmic motion.
Hermione suddenly wondered why Ron's hips were swaying as he painted. She looked back up and finally noticed the ear buds hidden by his red hair. In an effort to assimilate Ron to Muggle lifestyle, Harry had given Ron a music player filled with all Harry's favorite Muggle music.
Hermione smiled at the sound of Ron's deep voice humming along, until he started singing along, "the teardrops on my guitar..."
Oh hell no!