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ficsbydeenasRequest from Cuteej4
1) Ron/Hermione
2) Bathtub-their flat, before married
3)Ron walks in on Hermione taking a bath and she pulls him in :-D
4)PG-13 is you make it funny. R/NC-17 if you go further :P
Hermione sunk deeper into the warm water, her hair sinking below the water level and fanning out underneath her. The only parts of her that remained above the water were her face and her breasts, the nipples looking like tiny volcanoes on barren islands.
She loved the indulgence of a long soak, especially on the nights that Ron and Harry played in their pick-up Quidditch league. She would enlarge the tub so that it was deeper and wider than normal and she added a ridiculous amount of bubble bath. A Mozart CD provided a wonderfully, calming backdrop along with several small candles that were placed well out of reach of the tub.
This was the last such bath she would have before she became Hermione Weasley and the thought brought a smile to her lips. In ten days, she and Ron would be getting married and even thought they'd lived together for nearly a year, the change was a bit nerve wracking. But she wouldn't let herself think about that, not when "Eine Kleine Nachtmusik" was playing in the background.
……………
Ron stepped into the flat and knew right away what Hermione was doing: she was naked in the tub. He loved to come home and find her surrounded by bubbles, her breasts warm and wet, and her nipples hard and begging for his mouth. He reacted physically immediately.
She was playing that music again, the CD she called her tub music. He called it shag background, for more often than not, that's what they would end up doing once she got out of the tub.
The tub. Merlin, he wanted to do it in the tub. They'd done it in a swimming pool and in a lake, so how much different could it be, right?
………………
She heard him before she saw him and felt a wetness of a different kind begin to form between her legs. The mere thought of Ron's body, long, hard and lean, pressed up against hers and thrusting in and out of her was enough to make her body heat and tingle in anticipation.
"Hey beautiful," he said in that smooth, silky, sexy way that he used when they were alone, as in alone.
Hermione's eyes fluttered open and saw him standing there, sweaty, his hair flat against his temples and his cheeks flushed with exercise. That was how she loved to see him and it never failed to make her weak in the knees, for if she wasn't in this tub, she'd surely crumble at his feet.
…………………
"Hey, handsome," she purred, sending all Ron's blood supply to his groin.
He didn't think she knew what the sight of her in the tub did to him and coupled with the fact that her voice was husky, deep and just dripping with the promise of sex didn't hurt either.
Without a word, Ron knelt at the side of the tub and pulled her face to his, kissing her deeply, passionately, hungrily. Their tongues and lips went to work at driving the other mad with desire, want and need. Tiny moans escaped their mouths, which really were one at the time, fused as they were. Ron had to pull away lest her pulled her out of the tub without at least trying to talk her into doing it in the tub.
"You know what I've always wanted to do?"
…………………
"Tell me," she murmured.
"The tub…"
Before he could finish, Hermione launched herself at him and kissed him hard and with purpose, her arm tight around his neck, pulling him off balance and tumbling into the tub with her. His head slammed against the side of the tub, his ankle caught on the cold water tap, turning it on and forcing ice-cold water into the previously warm water. Ron's body landed ungracefully atop of Hermione's thigh, sending a shooting stab of pain up her leg.
Once the water settled, it was a rather comical sight. Ron was holding the side of his head, grimacing in pain and rubbing the rather large lump that was starting to form on his scalp. His trouser leg was wrapped on the faucet and no matter what he tried to do, he couldn't get it loose. Hermione was moaning in pain underneath Ron's much larger mass.
"Herm…I th—think—"
Her eyes flew to Ron and she watched his eyes roll back into his head and his body went limp.
……………………
Something cold was on his head and hushed whispers surrounded him. Ron lifted his eyelids a fraction and saw the blurry, bushy hair of Hermione and two other forms standing near her.
"Wahappend?" he moaned.
Hermione ran to his bedside. "Oh, Ron! I'm so sorry! You hit your head and passed out," Hermione said as she caressed his cheek with her hand.
"Ofuck."
"You okay there, mate?"
"'Arry? Shite, I'm never gonna live this down, am I?"
"Not in the least."
1) Ron/Hermione
2) Bathtub-their flat, before married
3)Ron walks in on Hermione taking a bath and she pulls him in :-D
4)PG-13 is you make it funny. R/NC-17 if you go further :P
Hermione sunk deeper into the warm water, her hair sinking below the water level and fanning out underneath her. The only parts of her that remained above the water were her face and her breasts, the nipples looking like tiny volcanoes on barren islands.
She loved the indulgence of a long soak, especially on the nights that Ron and Harry played in their pick-up Quidditch league. She would enlarge the tub so that it was deeper and wider than normal and she added a ridiculous amount of bubble bath. A Mozart CD provided a wonderfully, calming backdrop along with several small candles that were placed well out of reach of the tub.
This was the last such bath she would have before she became Hermione Weasley and the thought brought a smile to her lips. In ten days, she and Ron would be getting married and even thought they'd lived together for nearly a year, the change was a bit nerve wracking. But she wouldn't let herself think about that, not when "Eine Kleine Nachtmusik" was playing in the background.
……………
Ron stepped into the flat and knew right away what Hermione was doing: she was naked in the tub. He loved to come home and find her surrounded by bubbles, her breasts warm and wet, and her nipples hard and begging for his mouth. He reacted physically immediately.
She was playing that music again, the CD she called her tub music. He called it shag background, for more often than not, that's what they would end up doing once she got out of the tub.
The tub. Merlin, he wanted to do it in the tub. They'd done it in a swimming pool and in a lake, so how much different could it be, right?
………………
She heard him before she saw him and felt a wetness of a different kind begin to form between her legs. The mere thought of Ron's body, long, hard and lean, pressed up against hers and thrusting in and out of her was enough to make her body heat and tingle in anticipation.
"Hey beautiful," he said in that smooth, silky, sexy way that he used when they were alone, as in alone.
Hermione's eyes fluttered open and saw him standing there, sweaty, his hair flat against his temples and his cheeks flushed with exercise. That was how she loved to see him and it never failed to make her weak in the knees, for if she wasn't in this tub, she'd surely crumble at his feet.
…………………
"Hey, handsome," she purred, sending all Ron's blood supply to his groin.
He didn't think she knew what the sight of her in the tub did to him and coupled with the fact that her voice was husky, deep and just dripping with the promise of sex didn't hurt either.
Without a word, Ron knelt at the side of the tub and pulled her face to his, kissing her deeply, passionately, hungrily. Their tongues and lips went to work at driving the other mad with desire, want and need. Tiny moans escaped their mouths, which really were one at the time, fused as they were. Ron had to pull away lest her pulled her out of the tub without at least trying to talk her into doing it in the tub.
"You know what I've always wanted to do?"
…………………
"Tell me," she murmured.
"The tub…"
Before he could finish, Hermione launched herself at him and kissed him hard and with purpose, her arm tight around his neck, pulling him off balance and tumbling into the tub with her. His head slammed against the side of the tub, his ankle caught on the cold water tap, turning it on and forcing ice-cold water into the previously warm water. Ron's body landed ungracefully atop of Hermione's thigh, sending a shooting stab of pain up her leg.
Once the water settled, it was a rather comical sight. Ron was holding the side of his head, grimacing in pain and rubbing the rather large lump that was starting to form on his scalp. His trouser leg was wrapped on the faucet and no matter what he tried to do, he couldn't get it loose. Hermione was moaning in pain underneath Ron's much larger mass.
"Herm…I th—think—"
Her eyes flew to Ron and she watched his eyes roll back into his head and his body went limp.
……………………
Something cold was on his head and hushed whispers surrounded him. Ron lifted his eyelids a fraction and saw the blurry, bushy hair of Hermione and two other forms standing near her.
"Wahappend?" he moaned.
Hermione ran to his bedside. "Oh, Ron! I'm so sorry! You hit your head and passed out," Hermione said as she caressed his cheek with her hand.
"Ofuck."
"You okay there, mate?"
"'Arry? Shite, I'm never gonna live this down, am I?"
"Not in the least."
