Special delivery for hpuckle Title: Back to the Wall Author: florahart Recipient:hpuckle Rating: NC17 Pairing: Ron/Hermione Word count: about 2700 Warnings: none A/N: Some of the things hpuckle wanted included outdoor sex, wall sex, first time, fluff. I hope this meets those wishes. :) Thanks to my very speedy beta.
The thing was, he wanted it to be good. He hadn't been shooting for perfect, because that was probably overreaching, even if she deserved perfect, and of course, if she were the one arranging things, it would be, because she thought of things six hundred times a minute or something.
She would, in fact, probably have thought of this.
This was no comfort.
Well, all he could do was wait, and hope for the best. It was nearly six, so probably she'd be home soon.
Unless this turned out to be one of the nights she got sidetracked along some line of research, finding 'just one more' citation.
Sometime after the brand-new vanilla-scented candles had burned all the way down to stumps, he fell asleep.
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"Ronald! Ron! What in the world?" Hermione was standing before him as Ron blinked his eyes open.
"Hi."
"You're on my balcony. Standing against the wall. Naked. Sleeping."
"Um."
She didn't seem particularly angry, only puzzled, which Ron counted as a plus. "I was just trying something out."
"Naked on my balcony?"
"I put up a charm!"
"Well, that's something, then."
"Can you get me down?"
"I assume you're stuck?"
"Rather. Wand fell when it, um. See, it sucked me up against the wall when I did the charm, which was only supposed to be to help with things, and then I couldn’t Summon it."
Hermione picked up his wand, which had rolled over against the posts of the wrought-iron railing. "Finite Incantatum." Nothing happened. "Hm. This must be the sort that I can't cancel the charm without knowing the root of what it is, Ron."
Ron sighed. "It's in the book. On your bed."
She stepped back in through the sliding door. "You brought a book into my bedroom?"
"Oi! Don't be more excited about that than concerned about getting me down!"
"I'm not. Exactly. Oh, I haven't seen this book before." She closed the cover and peered at it, tilting the cover toward the light inside. "Ron! This is a book about. Oh. It's an instruction manual. For… so you brought book about sex into my room, left it there, and came out on the balcony, naked?"
"Yes, and the charm is on page nineteen, and if you could just undo it, I can explain. Honest."
Hermione flipped through pages, then ran her finger along the page, mouthing the words once before trying the charm. Ron watched her lips forming the syllables in the muted light that filtered through the curtain, and tried to restrain the rush of blood to points south. She looked up. "What?"
"Nothing. Just. I love watching you learn things."
She glanced away quickly; it was too dim to be certain, but usually when she looked like that, she was blushing. Ron grinned.
"So, uh, the charm?"
"Oh! Right." She looped her wand in a little flourish and muttered the counterspell, and Ron fell forward, barking his knees hard on the concrete floor. "Ron! Are you all right?"
"I hadn't quite realized my feet would be asleep," he said. "I suppose if I'd thought--"
"No, I didn't think of it either," she said. She bent to help him up just has he lifted his head, and he found himself staring at her cleavage, what she let show which, if the world were a just place, would be a lot more, because she was still thin after the hardships of the year spent looking for Horcruxes, but she had brilliant breasts.
Not that he'd seen nearly enough of them; he'd need to do a more thorough examination to be sure.
He paused, then stood the rest of the way up, rocking back and forth a bit where the tingling made his toes try to curl. "Um, should we go in?"
She shook her head. "You should sit down so I can see to your knees," she said. "They're skinned."
He let her lead him to the chair on the opposite side of the balcony, the chair where she'd sat in her tiny little swimming costume in the summer and got sun on her skin and driven him completely around the twist because she was completely sure no one thought her look-worthy. It was her favorite chair.
He watched her poke out her tongue in concentration as she sealed up the scrapes on his knees, then took his hands, one by one, to make sure they were all right. Oh, hell, between that and thinking about the swimming costume, his response was obvious, and there was no way she couldn’t see it. He cleared his throat. "So, I was. So, I've heard it's best. For the girl, I mean. Um."
She looked up at his face, then lifted one eyebrow, a gesture he could only half-see, but knew well; she looked at him questioningly all too often.
"You know we've been sort of, I don't know, not exactly moving things along. Physically. I mean, not that we have to. I can keep right on, er, doing what I'm doing. But I sort of, I don't really have a lot of personal experience, so I was thinking, if I got a book, and then, someone told me it's really good against the wall, and I really wanted it to be good, or at least, theoretically extra-good to make up for me probably being a bit, er, bumbling, maybe, but then the book suggested the charm, because then there's no worries about balance or… Bugger."
"Language, Ronald."
He shook his head. "So I had it all worked out. I had the candles, and I guess you haven't been in the kitchen yet? So I had food and lighting and I was going to tell you I wanted, you know, more. And I put up the notice-not charm, because you like the fresh air and actually so do I, and I have no intention of letting the bloke in 2C across the road get an eyeful, but then I thought, well, I'm occasionally not completely accurate with a charm on the first try."
"So this was all a plot to seduce me?" Her hands were on his thighs, and her fingers tightened as she asked.
"That sounds kind of horrible, doesn't it? And I would never, that is, I mean, okay, yes, I was hoping, but not in the horrible way. Not a plotting way. Anyway, so then, two things."
"Which explain why you were naked out here alone?"
"Yes. I thought, since it was still light out, I should go ahead and get undressed, on the theory that that bloke--2C--if the notice-not charm wasn't working, he'd probably call your Muggle police, which, I wouldn't get in any trouble because I'm nearly sure if I can get away from Snatchers I can elude them, and then I'd know, right?"
"I suppose."
"And then, as long as I was trying things, I went ahead and did the holding charm. Only, I didn't exactly mean for it to hold me."
"So, to sum up, you learned, from a book, how best to seduce me, and tried to carry it out all on your own?"
"…see, when you say it like that, it sounds stupid. What are you doing?"
"Taking off my skirt."
"Yes, I see that, but I meant…" Ron trailed off. "Do you always wear stockings like that? I'd know, wouldn’t I, if you did? Because those are bloody brilliant."
"No," she said. She picked up her wand and muttered the charm that had got him in so much trouble, though clearly she was better at it than he was, as it only stuck his shoulder blades to the back of the chair. "Stay there. Do you want to see the rest?"
"What?"
"Of the underwear. It's okay if you don't. It's just underwear, right? And you might be too tired, after all that."
"Hermione, I would bet my left bollock I will never in my life be too tired to see you in your underwear. Or anything else you want to show me."
She looked away again, and this time he was certain she was blushing, because her fingers were clumsy on the buttons of her blouse. He reached up and caught her hand, pulling her toward him, and took over the task, one button at a time until her blouse was open from collar to hip, and he could get a glimpse of the dark lacy bra and knickers that matched the patterned band at the top of the stockings.
"Is that what you wanted me to see?" he asked, swallowing against a suddenly-dry throat.
She bit her lip and shook her head, then lit the one candle he hadn't, earlier. "This will help." She let the blouse fall off her shoulders and lifted one foot to set her smooth silk-encased knee just outside his thigh. "I'm sorry I was so late."
"I'm having a hard time thinking of a reason to mind." She shifted her weight and brought up her other knee, straddling his lap, and scooted forward so she could sit, her bum on his knees, her hair falling everywhere, half-obscuring the bra, which, with better light, he learned was wine red, dark and hot against her creamy skin.
"See, I meant to be early. I even had the underwear all picked out so, um. Did you look in the refrigerator?"
"No, I just set things down and came out here."
She scooted toward him further and wrapped her arms around his neck. He set his hands on her hips, the slid them around to her back, pulling her closer still as she whispered. "I'd, um. It seemed it was time, to move things along, I mean, physically, but I wasn't quite sure, so I asked around, and certain people said I should set up a picnic, feed you finger foods on the floor on a blanket, um, so I was going to do that, and then--"
Ron gave up on holding still, sliding his hands up into her hair and pulling her into a slow, slick kiss, exploring and sure, because this much, they definitely knew how to do. His cock throbbed against the rough pattern of the lace trapped against it, but he ignored it, instead tasting every inch of her lips, her tongue, her teeth that bit into his lip and tugged.
Finally, she pulled back. "And then something was wrong, and I wasn't quite sure what to do--"
"Shit. I'm an idiot. I can't believe I--"
"No. And then you explained you did research and you experimented, and then you got all hung up in trying to see to it nothing I didn't want happened, and… I forgot about the food." She kissed him again, her hands in his hair now, her hips moving against his body.
He nuzzled along her jaw to her ear, nibbling gently. "If you're hungry, we could always do have your food," he said.
"Not hungry," she muttered, curving down to bite gently at his chin and throat, then sucking hard at a spot just under his ear.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah." She nuzzled again. "The, uh. We could do this the way you wanted, but… the knickers untie, on the sides."
His cock leapt slightly, pressing against her belly, against the lace she was telling him--she was telling him, right?--to remove, and Ron groaned and tried to reach either tie with both hands to unknot the string. His shoulders were still stuck back, and he couldn't quite make it.
She grinned against his skin and muttered another charm, and he felt the cloth on her bum slide down and free.
"Good idea."
"I thought so." She lifted against him to let the scrap of fabric and strings fall further away between his thighs as she kissed and nuzzled some more, then pulled back. "Should I take off the rest?"
Ron shook his head. "Not unless you want to." He slid his hand up her ribcage and palmed one breast through the lace. "You went to the trouble of wearing lace for me, the least I can do is appreciate it." He replaced his hand with his lips, suckling through the cloth until her nipple was hard in his mouth and she was rocking against him. They'd kissed a lot, but this was new, and Ron didn't want it to stop.
"Can we--" She shuddered and pressed against him. "Can I?"
Ron grinned moved his hands back to her hips. He thought he should say something smart or clever, but all he could manage was honest. "If you don't, I might die." He lifted her into place--more or less; this bit was somewhat uncertain--then watched, breathless, as she slid down, wetter and hotter and tighter than he'd ever even guessed this could be. Her breath hitched, and he squeezed her arse with his hands. "All right?"
She nodded. "Just. It's new."
"If it hurts--"
"No. Just. She reached behind her and grabbed his hand, pulling it between them and moving his fingers against wet slick skin, then went back to gripping his shoulders as she raised and lowered herself on his cock.
There was no way it was going to last.
Ron did his best to touch where she'd indicated, dragging her head back down for another kiss as his hips arched and pushed of their own volition, and before he'd even managed to figure out what the rhythm of this was, much less accomplish it, he was coming, hot and sweet and better than he could quite think of how to express. He slowed, gasping, but she was still moving, her face tense, her front teeth digging into her lip, and he leaned back, watching, moving his fingers faster between them, watching her face twitch and twitch again, before her jaw dropped open and she moaned, low and hoarse and utterly, impossibly filthy. He felt the rippling squeezes of her body around his softening cock and whimpered. "Is that… You're coming. It's. Oh, Fuck. You're coming on my cock and it's fucking gorgeous."
She nodded and arched again, then slumped forward against him, panting against his sweaty throat, her hand cupped up against his jaw.
Ron sat there for a moment, trying to catch his breath and work out how to arrange his day so he could watch her come apart like that as many times as possible.
"'m I crushing you?"
"No."
"Good. Too lazy to move."
Ron chuckled, startled when the movement of this pulled him the rest of the way out of her, and wrapped his arms around her back. "So, that was, um. I hope it was all right?"
She looked up at him. "Are you joking?"
"No! I told you, my plan was to make sure it was good for you."
"And if it hadn't been?"
"I'd have tried again. When you were ready."
She sighed and shifted slightly. "We can do that anyway." He felt her face quirk into a grin.
"What?"
"I was just thinking. Between your book and mine, we have lists and lists of things to try."
Ron's cock twitched against his thigh. "And you think we should? Try them all?"
"It's good to be thorough."
"You've always thought so. I'm coming to see your point."
She giggled. "We'll need to arrange the lists in priority order."
"I have one."
"A priority?"
"Yes."
"What's that?"
Ron grinned. "Next time I want to untie those strings slowly, by hand, and see if I can make you squirm doing it."
She pushed away from his chest, sitting upright on his thighs. "Is there a bet in there, somewhere?"
Ron shook his head. "More of a promise. I read the book, Hermione. I was a motivated student." He chuckled as her face flushed again. "And I think I just got more motivation."
She scooted back and off the chair, collected her clothes, and unstuck him from the chair before stepping over to the door and pushing aside the curtain. "And I think you should come show me how much."