Maybe Hermione didn't think she was doing much when it came to pleasing him, but even just her hand on his back and on his backside was enough to drive him mad. Somewhere on the edge of this thoughts, Ron worried that he wasn't doing much for Hermione either, that the way his kisses weren't quite landing on their marks anymore was putting her off a bit. But that was before she breathed his name and touched his arm again and it was all he could do not to finish right then because of it.
Ron buried his face in his hair for a second as he moved— he'd always liked Hermione's hair, even when it was all mussed like it was right then— and tried to keep his pace steady, though it was more difficult than he thought it'd be. It had been easy to imagine all this, but the reality was a bit more complicated than he'd expected. Feelings and sounds and god, Hermione's breath near his ear made it better than just imagining it, loads better,
"Hermione," he managed, nearly breathless, "Hermione, I think I'm going to—"
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Date: 2011-08-21 07:59 am (UTC)Ron buried his face in his hair for a second as he moved— he'd always liked Hermione's hair, even when it was all mussed like it was right then— and tried to keep his pace steady, though it was more difficult than he thought it'd be. It had been easy to imagine all this, but the reality was a bit more complicated than he'd expected. Feelings and sounds and god, Hermione's breath near his ear made it better than just imagining it, loads better,
"Hermione," he managed, nearly breathless, "Hermione, I think I'm going to—"