Oooh yeah he said to himself as Ronnie reacted. His right hand left her knee and seized her hand on his chest while they'd still been kissing, and like clockwork, she drew back for a breath. He too was panting. They were completely in sync in their thoughts and with their physical desires... and that left Hermes a little flabbergasted. The thing that brought him back down to earth? "...you're going to have to give me a minute to get the crisps out of my bed."
Ronnie? With a messy bed? All was right in the world again. He kissed her fingers of the hand that she'd been feeling him with, and held tightly to her palm before scanning her eyes. Part of him wanted to be daring and say, 'Why not on the couch?' or 'How about Hailey's bed?' but the first wasn't romantic and the second risked turning Ronnie off completely. He wasn't unaware of her feelings towards he and Hailey's (platonic) relationship. He didn't want to tempt fate. Not now. Not when he and Ronnie were running parallel (literally). "Alright," he said; a response to everything she'd muttered - the chips, shutting her up, etc. He leaned forward until their lips met again, but it was a necessary move; he needed to have leverage to lift her. A star Quidditch player he wasn't, but he was still fairly tall, and he had enough strength to hoist his wispy ginger off his lap and into his arms.
Her legs positively went on for miles, didn't they? He didn't have time to marvel at the sight of them for long, as his emotions and adrenaline were adamantly demanding he move. For the bedroom. Post haste. Crisps or none. He walked quickly with Ronnie cradled in his arms, and broke their kiss only to turn his head to see if the door was open or shut. Open - good. "Hold on," he said, before she could even begin to wriggle her way down. His left hand and arm lowered until he could take a handful of sheets and comforter and gave a good, firm yank. The messy bedclothes wound up on the floor around his feet, and he nearly tripped forward amongst them in order to land Ronnie square on the mattress. Finally, he laughed again, and looked down at her freckled face before overstepping the pile and joining her on her nearly-bare bed. "I think you might end up asleep in a mess again," he warned, a bit devilishly. Hopefully it would be a much more pleasant mess - one of limbs and pheromones instead of snacks and work.