Special delivery for grownupron Title: Mixing Business With Pleasure Author: Recipient's LJ name:grownupron Pairing(s): Ron/Hermione Rating: NC-17 Summary Hermione always had a thing about mixing work and home. But rules were meant to be broken. Word Count: 2,681 Warnings/Content: N/A Disclaimer: This is JK Rowling's world. I'm just playing in it. Author's notes: Thank you so much to my lovely beta, D.
Ron's eyes strayed from the field report on his cluttered desk to the clock on the wall. It was nearly one o'clock in the morning, and he was nowhere near finished. Meanwhile, across the aisle from him, Harry was packing up his things and preparing to go home. He wore that contented smile on his face that meant he was going to see Ginny. She was nine months pregnant and ready to give birth to their first child. This mission had been two weeks long, by far the most extensive of their short Auror careers; most times when they were called into the field, it wasn't for more than two or three days. Harry was pretty good at separating his work from his home life, but Ron knew he'd been thinking about Ginny the whole time.
Ron was sore, exhausted and had the worst headache. All he wanted to do was go home, take a long shower, eat something hot, and spoon Hermione in bed. Although as he thought about it he realized that she might not even be there, either; the International Magical Office of Law was keeping her extremely busy. It was her first year as a full associate, and she wanted to prove herself. She might very well be in her office right then, three floors above him, poring away over some legal documents or reading one of those massive law books. He was so proud of her he could burst, but he missed her something awful.
Harry slung his knapsack over his shoulder, and wandered over to Ron's cubicle. Harry had dark circles under his eyes, and his skin looked pale but his eyes shone with anticipation. "I'm heading out. You almost done?" he asked, shifting anxiously from one foot to another.
Ron sighed, and shook his head. "No, it's gonna be awhile, I think. I wish I'd known there was going to be so much writing involved in this Auror business," he grumbled.
Harry chuckled. "Want me to stay? I could give you some point--"
"No, I'll get it," Ron answered abruptly. He understood Harry was only trying to be nice, but he still bristled at the idea that he needed help to finish a basic field report. If he was going to make a career out of being a dark wizard catcher, he needed to be able to handle all aspects of the job on his own merit. "You go home and be with Ginny. I know you've been worrying about her."
Harry squeezed Ron's shoulder. "All right then. Good luck, mate. I'll see you in three days."
"Yeah, three days." In three days it was Sunday, which meant the weekly family dinner at the Burrow. They'd missed the last two, and Mum would almost certainly be overcompensating with the food and the kisses. "Give Ginny a hug for me, will you? And say hi to the baby from Uncle Ron."
Harry flushed red with pride at the mention of his unborn child. "I sure will. Goodnight."
With that, Harry left the office. As soon as the lift doors closed behind his friend, Ron dropped his quill on the desk and slumped in his chair, dropping his head in his hands. He was rubbish with words. He knew exactly what he wanted to say; the entire mission played out repeatedly in his head down to the smallest detail, and yet he couldn't put it to paper. He didn't much understand the need to regurgitate the entire mission again when they had just spent three hours reliving it in the debriefing room. He raised his head, turning his eyes up to the ceiling. He considered dropping everything and bolting upstairs to Hermione's office to surprise her. For a moment the impulse was so intense that he twitched in his chair; even his cock stiffened slightly in his trousers. The thought of running his hands through her wild, curly hair and putting his mouth to her bare breast made his throat clench. But they'd made a promise to each other when they married that they wouldn't let their work interfere with their home life, and vice versa. So that meant no impromptu visits to each other's workplace. While Ron thought it would be hot to throw Hermione down on her desk and shag the hell out of her, he accepted that it wasn't going to happen. It was important not to blur the line between their personal and professional obligations.
"Bloody hell, at this rate I'll never get home," Ron grumbled. With a deep sigh, he forced all thoughts of his beautiful naked wife prone on her desk out of his head. He steeled himself and leaned forward to once again tackle the field report. He might not get home until dawn, but he would get the bloody thing finished one way or another.
About fifteen minutes and one sentence later, he heard the lift doors open behind him. Harry was feeling guilty and had come back to give him a hand. Ron felt a swell of emotion toward his friend, but then he suppressed it. Without turning around, he said, "Harry listen, I appreciate you coming back but I can handle this. Please, just go home and take care of Ginny. She needs you a lot more right now. I'll see you at the Burrow on Sunday, if she hasn't popped yet."
No one answered. There was a slight movement behind him, and then suddenly the scent of a light floral perfume wafted into his nostrils. He smiled, immediately recognizing it as the scent he'd bought Hermione for Christmas when they were back at Hogwarts. Hermione didn't normally wear perfume to work, but she did wear it for special occasions. He straightened in his chair and set down the quill. He heard the whisper of silk robes shifting as she came closer, and then her warm breath on his ear. Her hand came to rest on his right shoulder.
"I know we don't usually do this, but I couldn't help myself. I miss you," she purred, punctuating her words with a light kiss on his earlobe.
"How did you know we were back?" he asked, a smile tugging at his mouth.
"Ginny sent me an owl to let me know Harry was home. Since you hadn't come back yet, I assumed you were still here." Hermione's arm draped across his chest and moved lower, her fingers dipping into the waist of his trousers.
Ron growled, his groin tightening with desire. He turned in his swivel chair to look at her. The first thing he noticed was that she wasn't wearing trousers under her work robes. Hermione nearly always wore linen trousers to work; she felt they looked more businesslike than skirts. Plus she found them easier to move around in. The next thing he noticed was the black fishnet stockings. His mouth went dry. As his eyes traveled up the length of her body, the plain black work robes with the dark blue lining came open, and fell to the floor. Underneath was a tight red silk dress that only barely covered her mid-thigh. The neckline swept low across her breasts. From what he could see she wasn't wearing a bra. Her hard nipples were clearly visible against the fabric. Her hair, which she usually pulled back for work, hung in wild, loose curls around her face. On her feet were low black leather heels, another first.
"Who are you, and what have you done with my wife?"
Hermione flushed, a smile spreading across her face. She smoothed her hands down the front of the dress. "You like it?"
"No, I don't like it. I bloody love it. Isn't that the dress I saw in the window of that shop a few weeks ago and you told me it was too revealing?" he smirked.
"Yes, well...Ginny talked me into it. I think she's living vicariously since she can't wear sexy clothes right now."
"Remind me to thank her later," Ron intoned, and started to get up. But then Hermione stepped forward, wobbling a little on the heels, and pushed him back into his chair. With one hand on either arm of the chair, she widened her stance and leaned over him. "What's going on?" he asked, his voice catching in his throat. His mind was racing, and he could barely think straight. Hermione certainly knew how to turn it on in the bedroom, but this was way out of her comfort zone. Ron's eyes drifted to her breasts. Given the position of her body, he could see clearly down her dress.
"I'm changing the rules," Hermione whispered, her mouth close to his ear. "While you were gone, I did some thinking about our agreement, and I decided that I don't like having those kinds of boundaries in our marriage."
"What happened to the...you know...not blending work with home?"
"This has nothing to do with work, Ron. It's all about sex. We need to let go once in awhile, that's all." She leaned in and delicately brushed her lips across his mouth. Ron grunted, his groin tightening. "Now I'm not saying this will be a regular occurrence - I mean, we do have professional reputations to uphold."
"Y-Yeah, sure..." Ron's tongue was like a dry sponge, stuck to the roof of his mouth.
"But it can't hurt us to, you know, fool around a little bit every now and then. To help relieve some...stress. We both have highly demanding jobs, after all." She tugged his lower lip with her teeth.
"N-No, of course not...have to relief stress...demanding jobs..."
She kissed him again a little more forcefully, pushing her tongue against his teeth. Ron acquiesced, sliding his hands up her arms as her tongue moved into his mouth. It tasted like coffee. He gripped her upper arms, meaning to pull her down into the chair and onto his lap, but to his surprise she resisted his efforts with remarkable strength. She clearly had other plans. She drew back, her lips swollen. Her dark eyes seemed to glimmer in the dim light from his desk lamp. "Are those papers important? If they are, you might want to move them." She winked.
"Blimey." Without taking his eyes off Hermione, Ron reached behind himself and blindly fumbled for his wand, which seemed determined to elude his grasp. Then he heard the unmistakable clatter as it fell off his desk onto the floor.
Hermione shook her head slightly, smiling. "Are you a wizard, or not?" she teased, and the next thing Ron knew his desk was cleared, all the papers neatly stacked in his inbox. The chair rolled out from under him, and he was on his back on his desk with Hermione straddling him, her dress pushed up to her waist. Through the netting of her stockings he could see she wasn't wearing knickers. Strands of her curly pubic hair poked through, teasing him. By now his erection was so intense he knew he would soil himself if he didn't get inside her. He reached for his belt, but again he was denied by his wife's hands. He groaned in frustration as she guided his wrists away and held them down at his sides.
"Hermione, what are you doing to me here?" His groin felt as though a hot knife was tearing through it.
She bent over him, sweeping her breasts across his chest. She kissed his unshaven chin, and then his mouth. "What does it look like I'm doing?" she murmured. She rolled her hips forward, deliberately sliding her crotch against the bulge in his trousers. "I have to say, I am starting to like you with stubble. It's very roguish. I might have to relax my opinion on keeping you clean-shaven." Ron sucked in his breath, his jaw clenched. Simultaneously Hermione moaned, sweeping her tongue across her lips. She reared up, arching her back and thrusting her chest forward.
Unable to contain himself any more, Ron broke free from her grasp and yanked down the neckline of her dress, freeing her breasts. They sprang out, bouncing lightly with the bright red nipples dancing in front of his eyes. He heard the tear of fabric, and even though he knew the dress was expensive, he didn't care. It only turned him on more.
"Sweet Christ, I've missed these," he growled, and then raised his head enough to seize her right breast in his mouth. She shrieked when his teeth sunk into her warm, soft flesh. She was grinding hard against his erection. Her hands were at his waist, and despite their frenzied movements she managed to unfasten his belt in no time at all. She started to work the zip, but this time it was Ron's turn to interfere.
"No time for that," he said shortly, his breath coming in jagged spurts. He was seconds away from exploding. He closed his eyes and focused just long enough to feel his trousers disappear. When he opened his eyes again, he was wearing only his boxer shorts with his cock sticking straight through the opening, resting flush against Hermione's belly. Hermione had been freed from her shoes and stockings, wearing only the torn dress. His cock was massive, almost grotesque with its protruding veins and pre-come anointing the tip. Hermione cupped his balls in her long fingers, working them rhythmically in her hand. She slid her pussy along his length, hissing when it came in contact with her clit. He was in so much agony his eyes were watering. He anchored her waist with his hands and hoisted her up, then guided her back down onto his cock. The sight of her body spreading to take him in was perhaps the most erotic thing he had ever seen. He'd never quite gotten over just how her small, slender body could fit his oversized bulk inside of it. It was nothing short of a miracle, and incontrovertible proof in his mind that they were meant for each other.
"You are so fucking beautiful, Hermione," he moaned, thrusting up as she clenched her thighs around him. She didn't answer, but he saw her cheeks flush. Her hands moved up to fondle her breasts, rolling and pinching her nipples as she rode him. He felt her pussy tighten and then flutter around his cock, and then she screamed. His hips jerked, and he let go. It was the best climax he'd ever had. Hermione draped herself over him, lightly stroking his cheek.
"I suppose I ought to let you get back to work," she said, planting delicate kisses along his jaw line.
Ron sighed, his body slumping against the desk as he remembered the unfinished field report. It would almost certainly take him the rest of the night to finish if he wanted it to be presentable for Kingsley. "Hermione, love -- "
She put her finger across his mouth and shook her head. "I'm not helping you," she said with a wink.
"No, not that. I'd get sacked. What I meant was, why don't you stay and keep me company while I finish? It'll make the time go by faster. And besides, I always work better when you're around." He leaned against her to nuzzle her neck, planting a kiss on her ear. "Then we can go home & pick up where we left off. I've got three days off, and loads of time to kill."
"Mm, I think I'm going to like mixing work and home."
"Me too." Ron smiled, lifting a stray lock of hair off her face and tucking it behind her ear.
"Although not too much," she added quickly.
"No, certainly not," Ron replied, and captured her mouth in a long, deep kiss.