Enjoying the View (PG-13)
Title: Enjoying the View
Rating: light R
Word Count: ~845
Prompt: Wet T-shirt
Summary: Hermione (and Ron) enjoy the view
A/N Happy Birthday, blackhawk_13 ! Thanks for the fun prompt!
Hermione sat at the worn wooden table in the Burrow's kitchen amidst piles of books and parchment, doing some 'light reading' in preparation for returning to Hogwarts for her NEWT year. Ginny was visiting Luna at her home for the afternoon and Hermione had banished Ron and Harry to the back garden, so there was rare peace and quiet to be found in the Weasley home.
It didn't last long.
"You can be a right tit, you know that Potter!" Ron shouted as stomped into the room, slamming the back door behind him. Hermione was about to scold him for interrupting her revision but stopped short when she caught sight of him.
Ron grumbled to himself as he crossed the room in a huff. "Boy Who Lived ... Ha! More like the Scrawny Git Who Got His Arse Kicked."
Hermione tried to find her voice so she could figure out what had happened between Harry and Ron ... and why Ron was standing in middle of the kitchen sopping wet. The sight of his dark damp T-shirt moulded to his body had, however, left her speechless.
Ron reached up in the cabinet to take down a glass and Hermione nearly sighed at the way the drenched material clung to his muscular shoulders. She actually did sigh aloud (though Ron thankfully didn't notice) when he tipped his head back to swig down the glass of pumpkin juice he had poured, water trailing down his exposed neck as he gulped.
Finished with his drink, he slammed his glass on the table in front of her, giving her a start.
"Wh-what happened?" Hermione stammered as she clenched her thighs together, trying to ease the ache between them.
"Harry," Ron answered briskly, as if that explained everything. "Cor, look at me." Ron reached for the hem of his sodden shirt and began removing it.
The appearance of the freckled skin of his abdomen, mere inches from her face, startled Hermione back to herself. "Ron!" she shouted, pulling his shirt back down, "You can't undress in the middle of the kitchen!"
"Why not?" He asked, puzzled by her outburst.
"It's just not done." She stood abruptly and took his dirty glass to the sink, where she began washing it by hand. "Just ... just dry it with your wand, or go change in your room." She waved a soapy hand toward the stairs.
"You didn't seem to mind when I took my shirt off last night," Ron said, his breath hot on her ear. Ron pulled her hair aside and pressed a kiss to her neck, causing Hermione to shiver at his sudden closeness. "I know I had no complaints when your top came off," he chuckled.
"That was different," she said, trying to maintain an air of aloofness.
"Oh really?" His hands gripped her hips and pulled her flush against him. Hermione felt a chill as her back made contact with his wet body. She could feel the twitching of his eager cock straining against his water-logged jeans.
"Y-yes. We were alone," she somehow managed to reply, as she felt her resolve weakening.
"We're alone now." Ron snaked his hands around to her front and slide them up over her stomach.
"Y-your mother-"
"Went to see Mrs. Tonks," he finished, as his large hands began to knead her breasts.
"Harry?"
"He's flown over to Luna's, to meet up with Ginny." He bit gently at the juncture of her neck and shoulder, before laving it with his tongue. "So you see, we are completely alone."
Hermione didn't get the chance to respond; Ron spun her quickly around and pulled her into a kiss. Hermione tangled her hands in his still-dripping hair as she moaned into his mouth. Her mind raced with the image of being pressed against a soaking wet Ron Weasley - without their clothes.
When Ron finally loosened his grip, Hermione stood panting, trying to catch her breath. Her eyes flew open when she heard Ron laughing; he appeared to be staring at her chest.
"I see why you wanted me to keep my shirt on, there's something to be said for wet T-shirts."
Hermione followed his gaze and gasped at what she saw. Her simple white vest top was now soaking wet from her contact with Ron, and her hardened dark pink nipples were very obvious through the damp fabric and her sheer lace bra.
"Looks like you need to change now too." Ron smirked as he gave each nipple a quick tweak.
"UGH!" Hermione stomped her foot and stormed towards the stairs. Just as she took the first step she turned around. "Aren't you coming?" she asked before disappearing quickly from view.
Ron raced to follow, his progress impeded slightly by a damp thwack to the face, as Hermione's wet T-shirt hit him square in the face.
Thank you Harry! I owe you one, mate, Ron thought as he chased Hermione up to his room.
Rating: light R
Word Count: ~845
Prompt: Wet T-shirt
Summary: Hermione (and Ron) enjoy the view
A/N Happy Birthday, blackhawk_13 ! Thanks for the fun prompt!
Hermione sat at the worn wooden table in the Burrow's kitchen amidst piles of books and parchment, doing some 'light reading' in preparation for returning to Hogwarts for her NEWT year. Ginny was visiting Luna at her home for the afternoon and Hermione had banished Ron and Harry to the back garden, so there was rare peace and quiet to be found in the Weasley home.
It didn't last long.
"You can be a right tit, you know that Potter!" Ron shouted as stomped into the room, slamming the back door behind him. Hermione was about to scold him for interrupting her revision but stopped short when she caught sight of him.
Ron grumbled to himself as he crossed the room in a huff. "Boy Who Lived ... Ha! More like the Scrawny Git Who Got His Arse Kicked."
Hermione tried to find her voice so she could figure out what had happened between Harry and Ron ... and why Ron was standing in middle of the kitchen sopping wet. The sight of his dark damp T-shirt moulded to his body had, however, left her speechless.
Ron reached up in the cabinet to take down a glass and Hermione nearly sighed at the way the drenched material clung to his muscular shoulders. She actually did sigh aloud (though Ron thankfully didn't notice) when he tipped his head back to swig down the glass of pumpkin juice he had poured, water trailing down his exposed neck as he gulped.
Finished with his drink, he slammed his glass on the table in front of her, giving her a start.
"Wh-what happened?" Hermione stammered as she clenched her thighs together, trying to ease the ache between them.
"Harry," Ron answered briskly, as if that explained everything. "Cor, look at me." Ron reached for the hem of his sodden shirt and began removing it.
The appearance of the freckled skin of his abdomen, mere inches from her face, startled Hermione back to herself. "Ron!" she shouted, pulling his shirt back down, "You can't undress in the middle of the kitchen!"
"Why not?" He asked, puzzled by her outburst.
"It's just not done." She stood abruptly and took his dirty glass to the sink, where she began washing it by hand. "Just ... just dry it with your wand, or go change in your room." She waved a soapy hand toward the stairs.
"You didn't seem to mind when I took my shirt off last night," Ron said, his breath hot on her ear. Ron pulled her hair aside and pressed a kiss to her neck, causing Hermione to shiver at his sudden closeness. "I know I had no complaints when your top came off," he chuckled.
"That was different," she said, trying to maintain an air of aloofness.
"Oh really?" His hands gripped her hips and pulled her flush against him. Hermione felt a chill as her back made contact with his wet body. She could feel the twitching of his eager cock straining against his water-logged jeans.
"Y-yes. We were alone," she somehow managed to reply, as she felt her resolve weakening.
"We're alone now." Ron snaked his hands around to her front and slide them up over her stomach.
"Y-your mother-"
"Went to see Mrs. Tonks," he finished, as his large hands began to knead her breasts.
"Harry?"
"He's flown over to Luna's, to meet up with Ginny." He bit gently at the juncture of her neck and shoulder, before laving it with his tongue. "So you see, we are completely alone."
Hermione didn't get the chance to respond; Ron spun her quickly around and pulled her into a kiss. Hermione tangled her hands in his still-dripping hair as she moaned into his mouth. Her mind raced with the image of being pressed against a soaking wet Ron Weasley - without their clothes.
When Ron finally loosened his grip, Hermione stood panting, trying to catch her breath. Her eyes flew open when she heard Ron laughing; he appeared to be staring at her chest.
"I see why you wanted me to keep my shirt on, there's something to be said for wet T-shirts."
Hermione followed his gaze and gasped at what she saw. Her simple white vest top was now soaking wet from her contact with Ron, and her hardened dark pink nipples were very obvious through the damp fabric and her sheer lace bra.
"Looks like you need to change now too." Ron smirked as he gave each nipple a quick tweak.
"UGH!" Hermione stomped her foot and stormed towards the stairs. Just as she took the first step she turned around. "Aren't you coming?" she asked before disappearing quickly from view.
Ron raced to follow, his progress impeded slightly by a damp thwack to the face, as Hermione's wet T-shirt hit him square in the face.
Thank you Harry! I owe you one, mate, Ron thought as he chased Hermione up to his room.