Soothing His Pain, the extended version (NC-17)
Title: Soothing His Pain, the extended version
Prompt: comfort
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1,172
Summary: Hermione heals Ron after a trying mission
A/N: Originally written as 100 word drabble for
rhr100 and can be found here; longer version written for flashfic_rhr
Ron’s body and spirit were damaged during the strenuous mission; I wanted to soothe his pain, offer him comfort. As he stood naked at the window I could see the tension in his body.
I knew I that I needed to soothe his pain, or he’d never be able to get to sleep and be able to face work the next day. On the bedside cabinet sat a jar of healing salve I used when he strained a muscle last month. Of course, I should have thought of that immediately. I was so distracted by the sight of his naked backside that I couldn’t think straight.
“Come to bed,” I command. For once he listens to me.
He turns to me and silently crosses the room, I enjoy the view of his naked front as much as I did the back. I observe the stirring of his manhood and feel myself growing slick in anticipation of administering his cure.
“Lay on your stomach.” Again he obeys me. I rather enjoy the feeling of having control over this virile man.
Without a word he lays himself naked before me. I lift my nightgown and lightly settle myself on his buttocks. He lets out a low moan as he feels the moisture between my legs against his bare arse.
I reach over to the table and dip my fingers into the cool salve. I wipe a stripe across the small of his back, soothing the tight muscles. I lean forward and whisper into his ear, “It’ll feel better soon,” before biting lightly on his lobe.
I repeat my ministrations, rubbing the salve into his back until the tension under his skin returns to a near normal level. Returning the jar to the table I take a moment to savor the sight before me. The muscles of his strong, lean back shift as he squirms beneath me. I know he is trying to find relief from the lust building inside him. I know, because I feel it too.
I move further back to rest on the back of his thighs. I take my nightgown off and lightly rake my nails over his arse, enjoying the trail of gooseflesh I leave in their wake, the russet hairs rising to attention.
“How does that feel?” I ask quietly.
“Brilliant,” he responds, his voice barely above a whisper.
“Turn over. I’ll make you feel even better.”
I lift myself off his legs only enough for him to turn over. I shift up so that my center hovers over his throbbing erection.
I ease myself down onto him.
“Ron,” I moan, soothing us both.
I set a slow and steady pace above him. I take my time, enjoying the sensations he arouses in me. We have nowhere to be, nothing to do but enjoy each other.
I don’t know what happened on his mission tonight. He’ll tell me when he’s ready. There's time for talk later. Right now all I can do is love him, provide him with some comfort.
His hands are gently caressing my body, his light touch a contrast to the feeling of his hardness inside me. I brace myself with one hand on his stomach and arch back to put the other on his thigh. The feeling of him strong and firm beneath my hands brings me close to the edge. My arching back brings my breasts forward in invitation, which Ron readily accepts.
He sits up quickly, wrapping one arm around me and using the other to massage my breast before taking it into his mouth. He rolls my nipple between his teeth before sucking with just the right amount of force to send me over the edge I was clinging to.
He slowly lays back against the pillows, allowing me to recover. He places his hands on my hips and guides me along his shaft, maintaining our slow and sensuous pace.
It constantly amazes me, the different ways we can make love. We never have to explain to the other what we need, we react with natural instincts. The love we make tonight is nothing like we did last week on my desk at the Ministry. He met me in my office for lunch and proceeded to throughly ravish me with his hands, mouth and body; he didn’t even cast a silencing charm before tossing my papers aside and throwing me over my desk. He took me hard and fast, quieting my moans with his large hand over my mouth. It was feral and rough and exactly what I needed.
Just as tonight he needs to take things slow; to savor our connection.
I continue riding my husband, gradually increasing my movements. We move seamlessly together. His large hand moves from my hip to the small of my back, a subtle indication that he wants me to lean forward. I love how my body has learned to react to his clues.
I lean forward so Ron can kiss me; that’s how I can tell he’s getting close to finding his release. He almost never comes without kissing me. Only if he’s behind me or in my mouth will he forgo coming with his mouth on mine.
I press my lips to his mouth, taking his warm tongue into mine, sucking gently. He takes his tongue back and nibbles gently on my lower lip before sucking roughly on it. Once he releases my mouth I raise myself up slightly to allow him access to my breasts. He once again takes me into his mouth and to the edge of oblivion.
Ron’s hands have returned to my hips and his grips tightens. I can feel shivers as his hot breath meets the skin damp of my chest. He begins moving me quicker and harder, raising himself to meet me on each thrust. We are moving faster and faster now. I feel him mumbling incoherently into my breasts and shift to find his mouth. I meet him in a searing kiss. He pulls back to look into my eyes and whisper, “I love you,” before capturing my mouth again. For some reason, maybe the tenderness in his voice or the honesty in his eyes, I find myself tearing up.
No matter what position we may be in, no matter how fast or furious our coupling, Ron has never come without telling me he loves me.
“I love you,” I tell him, repeating it over and over again until I’m screaming it as I clench around him. As I shudder, he pulls me into a deep bruising kiss and joins me in climax.
I bury my head in his shoulder, running my hands through his hair as we come back to ourselves. I revel in the feel of his large strong hands stroking my back and bottom. I pull back a bit to meet his eyes. He looks better, less haunted -- more like my Ron. He gives me a small smile says, “Thank you, I needed that.”
I match his smile and say, “Anytime my love, anytime.”