The sheets were rucked under Hermione's thigh, the folds pressing against her skin, and somehow, it mattered. Hermione's hand desperately smoothed out the rumpled sheets, as though working towards perfection on every level as her lips continued to seek Ron's out, her tongue brushing along his lower lip, her voice soft and caught in her throat as she did her best to keep calm. Inevitably, the effort was futile, and even as Ron tried to turn away from the contact, Hermione's hands immediately traveled to the front of his trousers, slipping the button deftly and pulling down the zipper until she was able to coax his trousers down so that they hung loosely about his hips. Where caution might have otherwise been, adrenaline had Hermione's heart beating on high and her reservations torn to shreds as she gasped again, breaking the kiss suddenly as her fingers teased under his waistband, feeling his heated skin and feeling that hers could only be more so, every limb of her body feeling warm, almost uncomfortably so. Movements coming to a halt, Hermione only breathed heavily as her fingers wove through Ron's hair, her gaze blurred and aimed at some indistinct point in the distance as her hips stopped moving, long enough for Hermione to regain her composure.
"It's okay," she murmured, the words carried by a breath as Hermione's fingers slipped under Ron's trousers, immediately forcing her to bite back a bewildered laugh as they eased his waistline down just a touch further. Slowly enough that he could keep up. Quickly enough that she wouldn't be forced to overanalyze every last detail. Her free hand slipped down to her hip, brushing over the bone there before briefly brushing against her inner thigh, her eyes slightly clouded over as she blinked them open again, giving way to sensation rather than analyzing every last detail. Perhaps she was going too fast. Perhaps she wasn't considering all of the details at hand. But if there was anything Hermione knew, it was that she was ready for the next step.
If he was.
"Do you have..." Hermione breathed, feeling her face grow warm at the question, knowing full well how forward she was being. "A— you know."
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Date: 2011-07-19 07:32 am (UTC)"It's okay," she murmured, the words carried by a breath as Hermione's fingers slipped under Ron's trousers, immediately forcing her to bite back a bewildered laugh as they eased his waistline down just a touch further. Slowly enough that he could keep up. Quickly enough that she wouldn't be forced to overanalyze every last detail. Her free hand slipped down to her hip, brushing over the bone there before briefly brushing against her inner thigh, her eyes slightly clouded over as she blinked them open again, giving way to sensation rather than analyzing every last detail. Perhaps she was going too fast. Perhaps she wasn't considering all of the details at hand. But if there was anything Hermione knew, it was that she was ready for the next step.
If he was.
"Do you have..." Hermione breathed, feeling her face grow warm at the question, knowing full well how forward she was being. "A— you know."