FIC--Learning Curve, Chapter Two
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ficsbydeenasTitle: Learning Curve
Chapter Title: Underneath It All
Rating: R
Words: 1470
Chapter Summary: You're really lovely...underneath it all.
Learning Curve
Underneath It All
I. Harry Potter
As far as anatomy goes, women have the advantage. They are soft, curvy and mysterious. Men, on the other hand, just let it all out there for everyone to see. We are hard lines and dangly bits. Not exactly the best thing to look at, in my opinion.
But women…I am so glad that whoever created humans created men first and fixed the mistakes with women. Perfection, they are, I tell you.
Not that I have a whole lot of expertise in that area. I've seen one woman naked and to tell you the truth, that's just fine with me.
I do have to say that no matter what she says, Ginny will always have perfect breasts. They're neither too small nor too large. Nor do they droop or sag. They are perfect for me, and I will never, ever forget the first time that I saw them.
We'd been together for a few months and were lazing about by the Otter River. Ron and Hermione were having a picnic with us and Ginny wanted to go swimming. I willingly got up and joined her in the cool water. Hermione, in her ever practical fashion, insisted that she and Ron needed to rest their stomachs. I knew, of course, that meant that they were going to have a good snog and didn't want us interrupting them.
Enough about them; I need to get back to Ginny's breasts.
So there we were, in the river, cooling off on a hot summer day. I sat down on the bottom and Ginny swam up to me, sliding into my lap. Electricity shot up my body and settled somewhere underneath my waist. She knew what she was doing, too, and began wiggling her bum against me.
"Gin…"
That's all I was able to get out before she started kissing me in that amazing way of hers and I completely forgot that we were in the river or that her brother was on the shore.
Sex and water were meant to go together. Water against flesh is perhaps the most erotic feeling and I had both. My hands were all over her, on her hips, then on her belly and arse. Her legs wrapped around me and I was the only thing supporting us.
Unconsciously, my hands went to her back and began playing with the strings of her bikini top. Her moans encouraged me to go further and my hands untied the strings at her back and the top floated up onto the surface of the water. I looked down and there they were.
"Bloody hell," I moaned, taking my mouth off hers. Feeling emboldened by desire, I leaned down and took one of her breasts into my mouth, and dear Merlin, she tasted wonderful. One of my hands began squeezing her other breast while I kept sucking on the other. She let out these little sounds that sounded like cat meows and I have to say, it was the sexiest thing I'd ever heard.
Without even noticing what I was doing, I undid the remaining strings of her top, and Ginny was sitting in my lap, topless. I pretty much came right there in my swim trunks.
A bellow woke us from our trance and we looked back onto the shore. Ron was standing there holding her bikini top, which had apparently floated to shore. He looked more than a little put out.
But the more pressing issue was getting back to shore without having Ginny's assets paraded in front of her brother.
II. Ron Weasley
I've never been one of those blokes to ogle women in dirty magazines or to try and sneak a peek at one of my brothers in a compromising position with their birds. I wanted to discover what women were like from personal experience, not from some ill-gotten peep show.
But there was only one witch I wanted to see in the all together and that was Hermione. I waited for that moment for so long that it will be forever etched in my memory.
Contrary to what Fred and George believe, she and I did NOT have sex while we were looking for the remaining pieces of Voldemort's soul. We also did NOT go skinny dipping in every body of water nor were we going at it in the flat I shared with her.
Once the war finished, Hermione and I decided to be together and that we'd be better off taking our time getting used to the idea of 'us.' While we were off with Harry, it felt nice to just be together without having to worry about making Harry feel left out and that, in itself, was a wonderful thing.
We’d hidden our feelings for so long that once we did admit them, it surprised the hell out of me that we didn't start shagging. I didn't want to muck things up or lose her after waiting so long for her. So it was my idea that we take things at a snail's pace. I wanted to let her know that I cherished every moment I spent with her and that she was the one I wanted to be with, not someone like Lavender; I had a lot to make up for.
It took us a while to get to the point where I was ready to bare all, mind body and soul. When it finally happened, it was beautiful. She's beautiful.
I knew that it would be uncomfortable for her to be naked with me, simply because I knew her so well. She'd always been self-conscious about one thing or another—her hair, her teeth, her intelligence. To tell you the truth, I was pretty scared, too. I mean, I'm too tall for my own good and Heaven knows that someone of my height isn't going to be well-built. So yes, I was terrified.
We were at our flat, and in the midst of an intense snogging session, she looked up at me with those big brown eyes of hers and said, "Ron, take a shower with me."
I swallowed hard and nearly passed out. "Uh, are you sure? I mean, well, we've never…"
"Ron, it's okay. I want to touch you and have you touch me."
Without a word, she took my hand and led me to the bathroom. Once inside, she turned to me and her hands went to the buttons of her blouse, slowly undoing each one, teasing me with her slowness. Our eyes locked and I undid the fly of my jeans. Awkward smiles were exchanged as we undressed ourselves until we stood before each other naked as the day we were born.
My mouth hung open upon seeing her standing there in all her wonderful, naked glory. Her shoulders were smooth the collarbone was inviting, just begging me to kiss it, but not yet. I wanted to look at her. My eyes traveled down to her breasts and I let out a little whimper. I'd seen them only once before when I walked into the bathroom when she got out of the shower. But now, they were on display on purpose.
They were round and full, and without even touching them, I knew they were just the right size. The areolas and nipples were a pinkish brown and the puckered nipples stuck out, teasing me with their pertness. I swallowed and amazed myself that I was actually able to still stand as all the blood in my body went south.
Her stomach was my favorite part. It wasn't concave, like some blokes like. It was muscular and rounded, perfectly proportioned to the rest of her. Her belly button was an outtie, and was very cute. I could almost picture a little piercing there.
Her hips, something I knew she often complained about, were a young man's dream come true. They gave her a perfect hourglass figure and if she turned around, I'd be looking at her full, round arse. I longed to cup those butt cheeks in my hands and savour the smooth skin before pulling her up against my ever increasing erection.
My eyes went to hers, and I knew she was looking at me, too. I was amazed that I stood proudly in front of her, in more ways than one, without a hint of embarrassment. I knew my body wasn't perfect, but it was made to love her, just as hers was made to love mine.
She silently turned to the shower, allowing my eyes to feast on that bare bum, and turned on the water. With a slight turn of her head, she smiled and held out her hand.
"Are you coming or not?"
I chuckled at her loaded question. "Oh yes," I answered and joined her under the spray of warm water.
Chapter Title: Underneath It All
Rating: R
Words: 1470
Chapter Summary: You're really lovely...underneath it all.
Underneath It All
I. Harry Potter
As far as anatomy goes, women have the advantage. They are soft, curvy and mysterious. Men, on the other hand, just let it all out there for everyone to see. We are hard lines and dangly bits. Not exactly the best thing to look at, in my opinion.
But women…I am so glad that whoever created humans created men first and fixed the mistakes with women. Perfection, they are, I tell you.
Not that I have a whole lot of expertise in that area. I've seen one woman naked and to tell you the truth, that's just fine with me.
I do have to say that no matter what she says, Ginny will always have perfect breasts. They're neither too small nor too large. Nor do they droop or sag. They are perfect for me, and I will never, ever forget the first time that I saw them.
We'd been together for a few months and were lazing about by the Otter River. Ron and Hermione were having a picnic with us and Ginny wanted to go swimming. I willingly got up and joined her in the cool water. Hermione, in her ever practical fashion, insisted that she and Ron needed to rest their stomachs. I knew, of course, that meant that they were going to have a good snog and didn't want us interrupting them.
Enough about them; I need to get back to Ginny's breasts.
So there we were, in the river, cooling off on a hot summer day. I sat down on the bottom and Ginny swam up to me, sliding into my lap. Electricity shot up my body and settled somewhere underneath my waist. She knew what she was doing, too, and began wiggling her bum against me.
"Gin…"
That's all I was able to get out before she started kissing me in that amazing way of hers and I completely forgot that we were in the river or that her brother was on the shore.
Sex and water were meant to go together. Water against flesh is perhaps the most erotic feeling and I had both. My hands were all over her, on her hips, then on her belly and arse. Her legs wrapped around me and I was the only thing supporting us.
Unconsciously, my hands went to her back and began playing with the strings of her bikini top. Her moans encouraged me to go further and my hands untied the strings at her back and the top floated up onto the surface of the water. I looked down and there they were.
"Bloody hell," I moaned, taking my mouth off hers. Feeling emboldened by desire, I leaned down and took one of her breasts into my mouth, and dear Merlin, she tasted wonderful. One of my hands began squeezing her other breast while I kept sucking on the other. She let out these little sounds that sounded like cat meows and I have to say, it was the sexiest thing I'd ever heard.
Without even noticing what I was doing, I undid the remaining strings of her top, and Ginny was sitting in my lap, topless. I pretty much came right there in my swim trunks.
A bellow woke us from our trance and we looked back onto the shore. Ron was standing there holding her bikini top, which had apparently floated to shore. He looked more than a little put out.
But the more pressing issue was getting back to shore without having Ginny's assets paraded in front of her brother.
I've never been one of those blokes to ogle women in dirty magazines or to try and sneak a peek at one of my brothers in a compromising position with their birds. I wanted to discover what women were like from personal experience, not from some ill-gotten peep show.
But there was only one witch I wanted to see in the all together and that was Hermione. I waited for that moment for so long that it will be forever etched in my memory.
Contrary to what Fred and George believe, she and I did NOT have sex while we were looking for the remaining pieces of Voldemort's soul. We also did NOT go skinny dipping in every body of water nor were we going at it in the flat I shared with her.
Once the war finished, Hermione and I decided to be together and that we'd be better off taking our time getting used to the idea of 'us.' While we were off with Harry, it felt nice to just be together without having to worry about making Harry feel left out and that, in itself, was a wonderful thing.
We’d hidden our feelings for so long that once we did admit them, it surprised the hell out of me that we didn't start shagging. I didn't want to muck things up or lose her after waiting so long for her. So it was my idea that we take things at a snail's pace. I wanted to let her know that I cherished every moment I spent with her and that she was the one I wanted to be with, not someone like Lavender; I had a lot to make up for.
It took us a while to get to the point where I was ready to bare all, mind body and soul. When it finally happened, it was beautiful. She's beautiful.
I knew that it would be uncomfortable for her to be naked with me, simply because I knew her so well. She'd always been self-conscious about one thing or another—her hair, her teeth, her intelligence. To tell you the truth, I was pretty scared, too. I mean, I'm too tall for my own good and Heaven knows that someone of my height isn't going to be well-built. So yes, I was terrified.
We were at our flat, and in the midst of an intense snogging session, she looked up at me with those big brown eyes of hers and said, "Ron, take a shower with me."
I swallowed hard and nearly passed out. "Uh, are you sure? I mean, well, we've never…"
"Ron, it's okay. I want to touch you and have you touch me."
Without a word, she took my hand and led me to the bathroom. Once inside, she turned to me and her hands went to the buttons of her blouse, slowly undoing each one, teasing me with her slowness. Our eyes locked and I undid the fly of my jeans. Awkward smiles were exchanged as we undressed ourselves until we stood before each other naked as the day we were born.
My mouth hung open upon seeing her standing there in all her wonderful, naked glory. Her shoulders were smooth the collarbone was inviting, just begging me to kiss it, but not yet. I wanted to look at her. My eyes traveled down to her breasts and I let out a little whimper. I'd seen them only once before when I walked into the bathroom when she got out of the shower. But now, they were on display on purpose.
They were round and full, and without even touching them, I knew they were just the right size. The areolas and nipples were a pinkish brown and the puckered nipples stuck out, teasing me with their pertness. I swallowed and amazed myself that I was actually able to still stand as all the blood in my body went south.
Her stomach was my favorite part. It wasn't concave, like some blokes like. It was muscular and rounded, perfectly proportioned to the rest of her. Her belly button was an outtie, and was very cute. I could almost picture a little piercing there.
Her hips, something I knew she often complained about, were a young man's dream come true. They gave her a perfect hourglass figure and if she turned around, I'd be looking at her full, round arse. I longed to cup those butt cheeks in my hands and savour the smooth skin before pulling her up against my ever increasing erection.
My eyes went to hers, and I knew she was looking at me, too. I was amazed that I stood proudly in front of her, in more ways than one, without a hint of embarrassment. I knew my body wasn't perfect, but it was made to love her, just as hers was made to love mine.
She silently turned to the shower, allowing my eyes to feast on that bare bum, and turned on the water. With a slight turn of her head, she smiled and held out her hand.
"Are you coming or not?"
I chuckled at her loaded question. "Oh yes," I answered and joined her under the spray of warm water.
