Fic Request Fulfilled for luvscharlie
Title: Little Mysteries
Author: lunalovepotter
Beta: the_vixxmeister
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1625
Summary: Hermione gets a tattoo, and Ron shows her just how much he likes it.
Warnings: None
Notes: Written for the rwhgficexchange. Thanks to my great beta, the_vixxmeister. :)
When Ginny first made the suggestion, they were on their third round of beer at Gus's pub, where they always met for drinks when the boys were away on Auror missions.
"You know what would drive Ron absolutely mental? If you got a tattoo." Ginny's eyes danced over the rim of her mug as she lifted it to take another drink.
"Tattoos really aren't my thing," Hermione said, crinkling her nose. She felt the alcohol zipping through her bloodstream like electricity; she was close enough to being pissed, but not quite there yet. Either way she didn't expect she'd ever be pissed enough to mark up her body like that.
"Come on, it'll be fun! He'll never expect it. I'm thinking about getting something, too. We can do it together." Ginny leaned forward over the table, clasping her friend's wrist.
"But why a tattoo?"
"Because it's sexy." Ginny winked. "Come on..."
Hermione hesitated, trying to deny the fact that the idea was starting to pique her interest. She took a long swallow of beer and straightened her shoulders. Pushing a lock of wild, bushy hair out of her face she grinned. "All right then, why not?"
"Wicked! Let's go."
* * *
A few hours later, Hermione stood with her back to the mirror in the loo, levitating a hand mirror to just the right spot enabling her to view the rose tattoo she now sported on her lower back just above her bum. She stood on her toes and adjusted the mirror again. Yes, she decided, it was very tasteful. And thanks to the numbing spell, it hadn't hurt a bit. It would be easy enough to cover up during the day, so there was no risk of anyone at work seeing it.
She giggled. It would be nice to have a little secret to carry around with her all day, underneath her stodgy work robes. Now she couldn't wait for Ron to get home.
"Bloody hell, you did what?"
This was not the response she'd been hoping for. Hermione blinked back tears, clenching her hands into fists as she looked into the shocked and bewildered face of her husband. "I got a tattoo, Ron. It was Ginny's idea."
"Somehow I'm not surprised," Ron muttered. He flopped down on the sofa and peeled off his work boots.
"I don't see what's so bad about it? It's small, and very simple."
"Hermione, girls don't get tattoos." Ron said this matter-of-factly, as if it were common knowledge. He sounded almost like she did when she was making a point. It made her bristle defensively.
"Since when?" Hermione stepped in front of him with her hands on her hips.
"Since...never," Ron replied coolly. "The only ones I know of are those burly women Quidditch players that look like men anyway so it doesn't really matter."
"Ron, you are the most insufferable, narrow-minded git I've ever met!"
"Well, what'd you go and get a tattoo for?"
"Because it's sexy!" Hermione insisted.
Ron raised an eyebrow. "Says who, Ginny?"
"Yes, as a matter of fact. But I agree with her!" Hermione's face was burning, and she could barely keep herself from unleashing a full body-bind curse on him.
"Did she get one, then?"
Hermione huffed. "Yes. A strawberry, on the small of her back..."
"Oy! Hermione, I don't need to know that!" Ron held up his hand and made a face.
"...Which is where I got mine!" Hermione turned around. She pulled up the hem of her shirt and simultaneously pushed down the waist of her skirt to show him. Her blood was boiling, her heart pounding.
"Well?" she said thickly, when he didn't respond right away.
"It's a rose," Ron said finally. He sounded dazed.
"Thank you Captain Obvious," Hermione shot back.
"No. I mean...it's nice."
"Really?" Hermione's heart lifted, and she turned around. Ron was blushing.
"Yeah," he said, and then he got up and lifted her into his arms. "It's bloody sexy. Ginny's right for once."
"So you do like it, then?"
"Yeah, I do like it. More than you could possibly know, love." Ron's lips fell to her throat, circling a path from her chin to her collarbone and back again. Something hard nudged the inside of her thigh. "It's a perfect red rose. Perfect, just like you."
"I'm hardly perfect." Nevertheless, Hermione smiled and deftly began to unfasten the buttons of his shirt, exposing the muscular plane of his chest. She kissed the soft red hair, and flicked her tongue against his raised nipples. "But I appreciate the sentiment."
Ron growled, and then he took her face in his hands and planted his mouth on hers, kissing her fiercely. His tongue slid into her mouth. "For once, don't argue with me," he said, pulling back. "Some things are not up for contention."
"Well, what should I do then?" Hermione breathed. She arched her neck, feeding him her throat as his hands drifted down her back and went under her shirt. He touched the spot where the rose was, and she was sure she felt a jolt of heat. Then just as quickly her shirt was gone.
"Get naked." Ron smirked, his eyes growing dark with desire. "I've been gone for four days, and there's a lot to make up for."
"How's this?" Hermione flourished her wrist and banished her skirt so that she stood before him wearing only a matching set of light blue silk bra and knickers that were damp in the crotch. Around her neck was the gold necklace with the small otter pendant Ron had given her.
"You're wearing my favorite knickers."
"I always wear these when you come home from a long trip. Besides, I didn't think you had a favorite set of my knickers - it was my assumption that you preferred me without them." Hermione winked. She hooked her fingers on the elastic at her waist and tugged the knickers down, and then let them slide down and pool at her ankles. The cool air hit the thick brown hair between her legs, and she bit her lip, lightly tickling her swollen clit while tingling waves of desire coursed through her belly.
"Blimey." Ron made quick work of his belt, unzipped his trousers and then he was on his knees with his hands firmly planted on the inside of her thighs. He pushed her legs open a little more sliding his hands across her taut stomach, fingering her inverted navel before he curled his fingers around her arse to draw her slightly closer. He inhaled. "I smell lavender."
"It's a special occasion." Hermione smiled as she unfastened the clasp of her bra and let her breasts spill free. She let the garment drop.
Ron moaned, eyeing her breasts hungrily. "Woman, you will be the death of me," he said. "But what a way to go." Then his lips were on her, his tongue sliding through her lips and circling her clit. He teased her, allowing his tongue to go everywhere but the engorged bead, while she moaned, both enjoying the anticipation and craving for him to put her out of her misery.
He put his hands on her hips and slowly eased her down until her knees landed on the floor and she felt the delicious sensation of his tongue entering her smoothly, like a snake. His lips came around her clit and he sucked, drawing a deep animal moan from the recesses of her throat. She was falling, colors were floating in front of her eyes and she never wanted it to stop. Her hands came up over her breasts, rolling the soft flesh in her palms and timing the strokes to match the swirls of his tongue.
"Ron, I need you...please!" she begged, which she knew he liked. Spurred on, he took his hands away and she heard the clink of his belt and the sound of his trousers moving off his waist and onto the floor. The tip of his anxious cock tickled her, and she giggled.
Ron's hand came up behind her neck, cradling her head as his other hand nestled in the small of her back. He eased her onto the floor and spread her legs wide. Then he raised himself up onto his knees and she watched with her mouth watering as her cunt slowly consumed his cock. The way he felt inside her was like nothing else in the world; she imagined the sensation as if it were an illicit drug coursing through her veins, making her feel high as a kite.
"Oh Merlin, I love you," Ron mumbled, his breath hot on her chest as he bent to kiss her breasts while he rolled the base of his cock against her clit.
"So you're not sorry I got the tattoo?"
"Fuck no, I couldn't be happier."
"But I thought girls didn't get tattoos."
"Shut it, Hermione."
She did, and then the heat of his fluids rewarded her as he exploded inside her. He laid his body over her. "Why'd you get a rose?" he asked, his heart beating like a jackhammer against her chest while his fingers played along her sides.
"Because it's romantic, mostly. It was either that, or a butterfly. Ginny thought I should get the butterfly, but for some reason I didn't like it quite as much as the rose."
"You made the right choice."
"I'm so glad you approve," she said, with a little smile, as he pillowed his head on her breasts.
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Fic Request
Briefly describe what you'd like to receive: Ron and Hermione smut. Plot (if there is one, and it's certainly not a requirement) doesn't matter, as long as the smut is good.
Preferred Genre(s): Romance
Preferred Rating(s): NC-17
Canon or AU?: Doesn't matter
A specific you want: A tattoo
Deal Breakers (what don't you want?): Nothing dark. Angst is fine, but nothing too dark. No sad endings (I can get that in real life)
Thanks for participating in the Love in Full Bloom Exchange!
Author: lunalovepotter
Beta: the_vixxmeister
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1625
Summary: Hermione gets a tattoo, and Ron shows her just how much he likes it.
Warnings: None
Notes: Written for the rwhgficexchange. Thanks to my great beta, the_vixxmeister. :)
When Ginny first made the suggestion, they were on their third round of beer at Gus's pub, where they always met for drinks when the boys were away on Auror missions.
"You know what would drive Ron absolutely mental? If you got a tattoo." Ginny's eyes danced over the rim of her mug as she lifted it to take another drink.
"Tattoos really aren't my thing," Hermione said, crinkling her nose. She felt the alcohol zipping through her bloodstream like electricity; she was close enough to being pissed, but not quite there yet. Either way she didn't expect she'd ever be pissed enough to mark up her body like that.
"Come on, it'll be fun! He'll never expect it. I'm thinking about getting something, too. We can do it together." Ginny leaned forward over the table, clasping her friend's wrist.
"But why a tattoo?"
"Because it's sexy." Ginny winked. "Come on..."
Hermione hesitated, trying to deny the fact that the idea was starting to pique her interest. She took a long swallow of beer and straightened her shoulders. Pushing a lock of wild, bushy hair out of her face she grinned. "All right then, why not?"
"Wicked! Let's go."
* * *
A few hours later, Hermione stood with her back to the mirror in the loo, levitating a hand mirror to just the right spot enabling her to view the rose tattoo she now sported on her lower back just above her bum. She stood on her toes and adjusted the mirror again. Yes, she decided, it was very tasteful. And thanks to the numbing spell, it hadn't hurt a bit. It would be easy enough to cover up during the day, so there was no risk of anyone at work seeing it.
She giggled. It would be nice to have a little secret to carry around with her all day, underneath her stodgy work robes. Now she couldn't wait for Ron to get home.
"Bloody hell, you did what?"
This was not the response she'd been hoping for. Hermione blinked back tears, clenching her hands into fists as she looked into the shocked and bewildered face of her husband. "I got a tattoo, Ron. It was Ginny's idea."
"Somehow I'm not surprised," Ron muttered. He flopped down on the sofa and peeled off his work boots.
"I don't see what's so bad about it? It's small, and very simple."
"Hermione, girls don't get tattoos." Ron said this matter-of-factly, as if it were common knowledge. He sounded almost like she did when she was making a point. It made her bristle defensively.
"Since when?" Hermione stepped in front of him with her hands on her hips.
"Since...never," Ron replied coolly. "The only ones I know of are those burly women Quidditch players that look like men anyway so it doesn't really matter."
"Ron, you are the most insufferable, narrow-minded git I've ever met!"
"Well, what'd you go and get a tattoo for?"
"Because it's sexy!" Hermione insisted.
Ron raised an eyebrow. "Says who, Ginny?"
"Yes, as a matter of fact. But I agree with her!" Hermione's face was burning, and she could barely keep herself from unleashing a full body-bind curse on him.
"Did she get one, then?"
Hermione huffed. "Yes. A strawberry, on the small of her back..."
"Oy! Hermione, I don't need to know that!" Ron held up his hand and made a face.
"...Which is where I got mine!" Hermione turned around. She pulled up the hem of her shirt and simultaneously pushed down the waist of her skirt to show him. Her blood was boiling, her heart pounding.
"Well?" she said thickly, when he didn't respond right away.
"It's a rose," Ron said finally. He sounded dazed.
"Thank you Captain Obvious," Hermione shot back.
"No. I mean...it's nice."
"Really?" Hermione's heart lifted, and she turned around. Ron was blushing.
"Yeah," he said, and then he got up and lifted her into his arms. "It's bloody sexy. Ginny's right for once."
"So you do like it, then?"
"Yeah, I do like it. More than you could possibly know, love." Ron's lips fell to her throat, circling a path from her chin to her collarbone and back again. Something hard nudged the inside of her thigh. "It's a perfect red rose. Perfect, just like you."
"I'm hardly perfect." Nevertheless, Hermione smiled and deftly began to unfasten the buttons of his shirt, exposing the muscular plane of his chest. She kissed the soft red hair, and flicked her tongue against his raised nipples. "But I appreciate the sentiment."
Ron growled, and then he took her face in his hands and planted his mouth on hers, kissing her fiercely. His tongue slid into her mouth. "For once, don't argue with me," he said, pulling back. "Some things are not up for contention."
"Well, what should I do then?" Hermione breathed. She arched her neck, feeding him her throat as his hands drifted down her back and went under her shirt. He touched the spot where the rose was, and she was sure she felt a jolt of heat. Then just as quickly her shirt was gone.
"Get naked." Ron smirked, his eyes growing dark with desire. "I've been gone for four days, and there's a lot to make up for."
"How's this?" Hermione flourished her wrist and banished her skirt so that she stood before him wearing only a matching set of light blue silk bra and knickers that were damp in the crotch. Around her neck was the gold necklace with the small otter pendant Ron had given her.
"You're wearing my favorite knickers."
"I always wear these when you come home from a long trip. Besides, I didn't think you had a favorite set of my knickers - it was my assumption that you preferred me without them." Hermione winked. She hooked her fingers on the elastic at her waist and tugged the knickers down, and then let them slide down and pool at her ankles. The cool air hit the thick brown hair between her legs, and she bit her lip, lightly tickling her swollen clit while tingling waves of desire coursed through her belly.
"Blimey." Ron made quick work of his belt, unzipped his trousers and then he was on his knees with his hands firmly planted on the inside of her thighs. He pushed her legs open a little more sliding his hands across her taut stomach, fingering her inverted navel before he curled his fingers around her arse to draw her slightly closer. He inhaled. "I smell lavender."
"It's a special occasion." Hermione smiled as she unfastened the clasp of her bra and let her breasts spill free. She let the garment drop.
Ron moaned, eyeing her breasts hungrily. "Woman, you will be the death of me," he said. "But what a way to go." Then his lips were on her, his tongue sliding through her lips and circling her clit. He teased her, allowing his tongue to go everywhere but the engorged bead, while she moaned, both enjoying the anticipation and craving for him to put her out of her misery.
He put his hands on her hips and slowly eased her down until her knees landed on the floor and she felt the delicious sensation of his tongue entering her smoothly, like a snake. His lips came around her clit and he sucked, drawing a deep animal moan from the recesses of her throat. She was falling, colors were floating in front of her eyes and she never wanted it to stop. Her hands came up over her breasts, rolling the soft flesh in her palms and timing the strokes to match the swirls of his tongue.
"Ron, I need you...please!" she begged, which she knew he liked. Spurred on, he took his hands away and she heard the clink of his belt and the sound of his trousers moving off his waist and onto the floor. The tip of his anxious cock tickled her, and she giggled.
Ron's hand came up behind her neck, cradling her head as his other hand nestled in the small of her back. He eased her onto the floor and spread her legs wide. Then he raised himself up onto his knees and she watched with her mouth watering as her cunt slowly consumed his cock. The way he felt inside her was like nothing else in the world; she imagined the sensation as if it were an illicit drug coursing through her veins, making her feel high as a kite.
"Oh Merlin, I love you," Ron mumbled, his breath hot on her chest as he bent to kiss her breasts while he rolled the base of his cock against her clit.
"So you're not sorry I got the tattoo?"
"Fuck no, I couldn't be happier."
"But I thought girls didn't get tattoos."
"Shut it, Hermione."
She did, and then the heat of his fluids rewarded her as he exploded inside her. He laid his body over her. "Why'd you get a rose?" he asked, his heart beating like a jackhammer against her chest while his fingers played along her sides.
"Because it's romantic, mostly. It was either that, or a butterfly. Ginny thought I should get the butterfly, but for some reason I didn't like it quite as much as the rose."
"You made the right choice."
"I'm so glad you approve," she said, with a little smile, as he pillowed his head on her breasts.
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Fic Request
Briefly describe what you'd like to receive: Ron and Hermione smut. Plot (if there is one, and it's certainly not a requirement) doesn't matter, as long as the smut is good.
Preferred Genre(s): Romance
Preferred Rating(s): NC-17
Canon or AU?: Doesn't matter
A specific you want: A tattoo
Deal Breakers (what don't you want?): Nothing dark. Angst is fine, but nothing too dark. No sad endings (I can get that in real life)
Thanks for participating in the Love in Full Bloom Exchange!