Hermione watched Ron with a mixture of tension and fondness alike. It was impossible not to feel nervous, or perhaps even a bit scared, as Ron explored below— what if he didn't care for something like that? But it was a little late now to abandon the idea, Hermione knowing that if she suggested for the two of them to stop, that Ron would take the idea personally. Pressing her lips together, she shook her head minutely, once again grasping his hand and, with her index finger lightly resting on top of his, took further control.
"First, we have... here," Hermione explained in almost a whisper, glancing up for a second while she glided his finger over the slight nub, her breath hitching as soon as he grazed over her. "That's— if you're going for making me feel... that's the place. Just— in circles. So, when I— you know, alone." She slipped her own fingers under his to demonstrate, biting down hard on her lower lip and not quite managing to suppress the soft moan, the embarrassment she felt at pleasuring herself in front of him. Once she was sure that he'd gotten the point, she took his hand again, gaze shifting up to some indistinct point on the ceiling.
"And then we have, lower... here," she stammered, making sure that his fingers passed over her entrance, trying not to feel too shameful about how prepared she already was. Easily, she slipped her own finger inside with a tense exhale. "That's where, erm. Well."
Hoping for once that she wouldn't have to explain word for word, she simply curved her free arm around Ron's neck again, waiting for him to acknowledge that anything had registered at all.
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Date: 2011-08-02 02:59 pm (UTC)"First, we have... here," Hermione explained in almost a whisper, glancing up for a second while she glided his finger over the slight nub, her breath hitching as soon as he grazed over her. "That's— if you're going for making me feel... that's the place. Just— in circles. So, when I— you know, alone." She slipped her own fingers under his to demonstrate, biting down hard on her lower lip and not quite managing to suppress the soft moan, the embarrassment she felt at pleasuring herself in front of him. Once she was sure that he'd gotten the point, she took his hand again, gaze shifting up to some indistinct point on the ceiling.
"And then we have, lower... here," she stammered, making sure that his fingers passed over her entrance, trying not to feel too shameful about how prepared she already was. Easily, she slipped her own finger inside with a tense exhale. "That's where, erm. Well."
Hoping for once that she wouldn't have to explain word for word, she simply curved her free arm around Ron's neck again, waiting for him to acknowledge that anything had registered at all.