RP: Date Night

[pb_megan]

Characters: Ron Weasley and Megan Jones
Location: Megan's parents' home in Wales
Date: January 17, 2000
Status/Warning: Private/None
Summary: Ron and Megan meet up after not seeing each other for several days.
Completion: Incomplete

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[pb_ron]

He dropped his bag and stepped into the flying body that came at him, wrapping his arms around her waist as he lifted her. He pressed her to him tightly, and moved her from side to side as he hugged her and rocked slightly, "Meg," he said into her hair as he held her and he leaned back to look at her, "Let me look at you," he said, sighing as he caught sight of her large blue eyes. He wanted to kiss her very badly and so he did, as he pressed her to him to keep her lifted, her hands on his neck firmly he realized.

His face moved forward, her eyes growing larger and he decided he didn't want to tease or pretend that he didn't miss her terribly by kissing her nose or her cheeks, working her up to a larger, more intimate move. He closed the distance between them, and let his lips find hers, intensely pressing them to hers, parting them, searching that gap that formed between her and his, and then melting into her more. He found himself forcefully passionate; he wanted to do things to her and rip off their clothes and let him show her how much he adored her. He'd been feeling so prone to these moody doubts; her mirrored intensity ignited confidence and desire in him, for her and her alone.

[pb_megan]

Megan held onto him tightly, not wanting to let go for a long time. She'd missed being held, kissed, and all the affection Ron gave to her. She smiled at him just before they kissed, one of her hands sliding up into his red hair.

She kissed him tenderly at first, but because they'd been apart for so long, the passion within her quickly ignited. Megan kissed him deeply, shifting around so that her legs came around his waist. She hung onto him and made a soft sound behind their kiss, her fingers lightly beginning to curl around the soft strands of his hair. While she never wanted to go that long without seeing him again, she thought that this greeting made the absence worth it.

[pb_ron]

He didn't know his way around house very well, and he had no idea where a chair or a couch was to put her on. So he sunk to the floor, onto his knees, giving her a lap to rest in as he rocked back on his heels, his cloak billowing out around them.

His hands were on her back, letting their kiss deepen until there seemed to be a good stopping point. His chest was heaving and his heart was pounding as he put his forehead to hers, "Bloody hell, I missed the snot out of you woman! Next time, even if you're sick, you've got to let me come visit you," he said, pulling her closer to him in a sound hug. He didn't move but knelt there, holding her, "I know he was sick and you were scared. And I was gone. I would have come over at any time of night. Seriously. Even just to see you for five minutes," he said, his head leaning against her's.

[pb_megan]

Megan stayed latched onto him tightly, even as they fell to the floor. She easily slid into his lap and kept her lips pressed firmly against his. She kissed him until they were both breathless, and only then did she pull back. Her cheeks were slightly flushed from the intimate exchange of affection, and she smiled and bit her bottom lip. She'd known she had missed him, but hadn't fully realized how much until just then, and it showed in her kiss.

"I missed you too," she said, gently threading her fingers in his hair. "I'm sorry I isolated myself. He's just never been sick before. I didn't know what to do," she said. "But I won't do it again. I don't ever want to be away from you for so long ever again. I was so lonely without you." She squeezed him, then kissed his cheek. "Are you all right? Do you want something to eat? Matt should be asleep for a little while longer."

[pb_ron]

Ron held her close, and closed his eyes, blissful at the feel of her fingers in his hair. He murmured, "I was hungry a little while ago, but now I'm not," and he let his head rest against hers still, taking in deep breaths to calm himself. He felt his breath move them and she was light in his lap, but he could feel the strength of her limbs as she held onto him. She smelled like something lightly floral and he breathed in her scent deeply, wanting to remember this moment of her in his arms, her scent enveloping both of them.

"I don't want to move," he confessed, moving his thumb gently on her arm, and he buried his head into her more, and sighed happily.