Not entirely sure who he was trying to reassure, but deciding ultimately that both of them probably needed it, Hermione allowed herself a small sigh before she leaned further into the kiss, eyes sliding to a close as her free hand raked through his hair. As his fingers began to move with more surety, Hermione found herself suddenly breaking away with a gasp, eyes fluttering to a close as her back arched, hair splayed over her pillow. She moaned lightly, her voice almost wavering as her hips rocked to press more insistently against his hand, breath hitching. While she knew that he wouldn't be the type to be selfish in this, it was still unexpected to Hermione how willing he was to experiment, how quickly he learned— always the tone of surprise, she thought to herself, lips curving into a smile as she leaned up to kiss him again, the contact punctuated by quiet gasps of breath.
"Ron," she breathed, pressing kiss after kiss against his lips. "Ron. Ron, I think we should... ah—" Hermione gasped again, toes curling against the sheets as she shook her head, face flushed as her fingers brushed against his abdomen. It felt more than slightly selfish, letting him go on like this, her lips trembling as she kissed the corner of his mouth again, then peered down. Somehow, it was all a little nearer now, closer, no longer a distant notion thought of on quiet nights. Perhaps it was just the romantic waiting just under the surface, but she couldn't help thinking that there was nothing better than this, than learning together and about each other, a process that never seemed to cease. It wasn't perfect, nor was it smooth at all, but any mistakes or missteps were forgiven between the two of them, because—
—well, because they loved one another.
"Ron, please," she whispered, the tone sharp and insistent, pressing her cheek against the line of his jaw, feeling his rough shadow against her skin.
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Date: 2011-08-03 04:17 pm (UTC)"Ron," she breathed, pressing kiss after kiss against his lips. "Ron. Ron, I think we should... ah—" Hermione gasped again, toes curling against the sheets as she shook her head, face flushed as her fingers brushed against his abdomen. It felt more than slightly selfish, letting him go on like this, her lips trembling as she kissed the corner of his mouth again, then peered down. Somehow, it was all a little nearer now, closer, no longer a distant notion thought of on quiet nights. Perhaps it was just the romantic waiting just under the surface, but she couldn't help thinking that there was nothing better than this, than learning together and about each other, a process that never seemed to cease. It wasn't perfect, nor was it smooth at all, but any mistakes or missteps were forgiven between the two of them, because—
—well, because they loved one another.
"Ron, please," she whispered, the tone sharp and insistent, pressing her cheek against the line of his jaw, feeling his rough shadow against her skin.