It was rather difficult to attempt and discern whether or not Ron's surprise was positive in this context, but as he seemed to make no effort to turn away, Hermione could only assume that she'd managed to do something right, biting down on her lower lip as she continued to stroke, even as her face burned with embarrassment. The problem, however, was that while it seemed to be pleasing Ron on the whole, Hermione's actions also managed to distract him from the task— act?— at hand, until he squeezed her breast with a bit too much force, Hermione stiffening in the middle of their kiss, trying her best to suppress the noise in her throat.
Although she briefly considered telling him that he needed to be a bit more gentle, chances were that doing so would shake Ron's confidence irreparably, and so instead Hermione found herself looking to the side and reaching for the packet again, tearing it open and blinking quickly. (If she'd been mortified before, somehow this seemed several times that.)
"So I suppose we should..." her voice trailed off helplessly, squirming to find a more comfortable position, feeling the rush of air by her thigh, cool enough to bring a shiver to her lips. "Um. Hold on, I'll..."
Glancing down again, Hermione's lips quirked in a nervous smile she couldn't suppress, before she slid slightly down on the sheets and started rolling the condom down. "Merlin, if I do something wrong, let me know," she breathed, shoulders tense.
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Date: 2011-07-31 07:45 am (UTC)Although she briefly considered telling him that he needed to be a bit more gentle, chances were that doing so would shake Ron's confidence irreparably, and so instead Hermione found herself looking to the side and reaching for the packet again, tearing it open and blinking quickly. (If she'd been mortified before, somehow this seemed several times that.)
"So I suppose we should..." her voice trailed off helplessly, squirming to find a more comfortable position, feeling the rush of air by her thigh, cool enough to bring a shiver to her lips. "Um. Hold on, I'll..."
Glancing down again, Hermione's lips quirked in a nervous smile she couldn't suppress, before she slid slightly down on the sheets and started rolling the condom down. "Merlin, if I do something wrong, let me know," she breathed, shoulders tense.