His lips were warm as they pressed down the side of her neck, soft and hesitant kisses drawing a line down to her collarbone. Each spot against which Ron pressed his lips seemed to heat directly under the skin, the flush rising all the way to her cheeks; although she was still clothed, Hermione knew well that her thin camisole left very little to the imagination, and no matter how comfortable she was around her best friends, this was still a territory that she had barely begun exploring with Ron, and insecurities rose quickly to the surface, riddling her awareness and keeping her movements tentative, slightly unsure. (But make no mistake— she felt safe just being in his presence, from his warmth, without which sleeping had become a difficult task anymore.)
With Ron otherwise occupied, Hermione hesitantly pulled her foot back, dragging it along the sheets until her thigh, bare where her soft cotton shorts had hiked up with the movement, pressed against Ron's hip. Every small step she took— nails lightly dragging down along his spine, a thumb hooking inside the waistline of his trousers— sent her heart hammering even more strongly against her chest, until she heard it clashing with her staggered breath, each only coming as she reminded herself to break for air.
"Ron," she repeated again, hips rising off the mattress to close the space between the two of them. There were questions swirling in her mind, cacophonic, not a single one pulling away from the rest, not a single one easy to ask right then. Instead, she slid down just enough to guide him back down, her hand curled around his neck as she kissed him again, a soft noise muffled in the back of her throat.
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Date: 2011-07-18 09:57 pm (UTC)With Ron otherwise occupied, Hermione hesitantly pulled her foot back, dragging it along the sheets until her thigh, bare where her soft cotton shorts had hiked up with the movement, pressed against Ron's hip. Every small step she took— nails lightly dragging down along his spine, a thumb hooking inside the waistline of his trousers— sent her heart hammering even more strongly against her chest, until she heard it clashing with her staggered breath, each only coming as she reminded herself to break for air.
"Ron," she repeated again, hips rising off the mattress to close the space between the two of them. There were questions swirling in her mind, cacophonic, not a single one pulling away from the rest, not a single one easy to ask right then. Instead, she slid down just enough to guide him back down, her hand curled around his neck as she kissed him again, a soft noise muffled in the back of her throat.