She pressed her body against his again and it was all Ron could do to focus on anything but the feel of their two bodies together, of her bare skin against his. Bloody hell, how was he supposed to think straight at all with the two of them like this?
"I love you," he said, voice a deep and low whisper, half a gasp as he tried to focus enough to form a full sentence. As it was, the statement was punctuated by a moan that he tried to hold back, worried that the sounds he was making were ridiculous. Still, all of it felt so bloody brilliant that it was difficult not to make noise every time she touched him, every time she kissed him, every time he felt her warm skin brush and press against his.
Even through their kiss, he felt her fingers on him, brushing lightly in places that made him shiver, and realized she'd been playing with his waistband again. That was the next bit, wasn't it? She'd gone, and now it was his turn, even if the idea of it had his heart pounding in his ears even louder than before. He looked up at Hermione, practically on his lap, and broke their kiss temporarily to offer her a nervous, yet hopeful smile.
"Here, what if I...?" Ron said, not finishing his sentence, and instead covered Hermione's hand with his own for a moment before he tugged at his waistband as well. He paused, feeling his face flush and grow hot, and suddenly he realized why Hermione had been embarrassed not moments before. His own hands shaking a bit, he pulled down his already unbuttoned trousers, then his pants underneath them. Already, he felt his face grow hot and flush all over again. What if he'd gone too fast? What if she laughed?
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Date: 2011-07-27 09:39 pm (UTC)"I love you," he said, voice a deep and low whisper, half a gasp as he tried to focus enough to form a full sentence. As it was, the statement was punctuated by a moan that he tried to hold back, worried that the sounds he was making were ridiculous. Still, all of it felt so bloody brilliant that it was difficult not to make noise every time she touched him, every time she kissed him, every time he felt her warm skin brush and press against his.
Even through their kiss, he felt her fingers on him, brushing lightly in places that made him shiver, and realized she'd been playing with his waistband again. That was the next bit, wasn't it? She'd gone, and now it was his turn, even if the idea of it had his heart pounding in his ears even louder than before. He looked up at Hermione, practically on his lap, and broke their kiss temporarily to offer her a nervous, yet hopeful smile.
"Here, what if I...?" Ron said, not finishing his sentence, and instead covered Hermione's hand with his own for a moment before he tugged at his waistband as well. He paused, feeling his face flush and grow hot, and suddenly he realized why Hermione had been embarrassed not moments before. His own hands shaking a bit, he pulled down his already unbuttoned trousers, then his pants underneath them. Already, he felt his face grow hot and flush all over again. What if he'd gone too fast? What if she laughed?