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The Next Generation - for mkesa - Ron/Hermione - R
Title : The Next Generation
For : mkesa
Pairing : Ron/Hermione
Prompt : watching Star Trek, you can do whatever you want with it.
Words : 482
Rating : R


"It's not a space rocket, it's a space ship," Hermione said sternly.

"What's the difference?" Ron said, indistinctly, having six mini Jaffa Cakes in his mouth.

"It's… rockets are pointier," Hermione said lamely, and Ron sniggered.

"So, are we supposed to like this kid?" Ron asked, gesturing at the screen. "Because he was fucking annoying while sober, but now I think I want him to die."

"Hmmm," Hermione said, wrinkling her nose and leaning against his arm. "I think we were supposed to like him, but no one ever did."

Ron watched in silence, stripping the orangey bit off another Jaffa Cake and sucking the chocolate off.

"Why is that bloke orange?" he asked.

"Data is golden," she said. "And he's a sort of… robot, a machine. He's my favourite character. He's so sweet and brilliant and…"

"Well, at least he's sober," Ron muttered. "At least he won't…"

He broke off, his ears flushing.

I am programmed in multiple techniques; a wide variety of pleasuring.

Hermione sat up, moving to the far end of the couch.

"I'm sorry," she whispered. "I forgot about that bit."

"Hermione," Ron gasped. "This is a… a… it's pornographic…"

"No, no it isn't," she said, her cheeks flaming. "I'm sorry. I'm very sorry."

Ron shook himself. "What?" he said.

"I wouldn't want to embarrass you," she said, turning the video off.

"I'm not embarrassed," Ron protested. "I was surprised, yeah. I just didn't expect to sit here with you, watching… stuff like that."

"Why not?" she demanded.

"What?"

"What's wrong with me? I'm completely asexual, am I?"

"No," he protested. "Wait, what does that mean?"

"Sexless," she said, flushing.

Ron outblushed her. "Well, yes, then."

"I'm sexless?" Hermione whispered.

"I should hope so," Ron muttered.

"That's really how you see me?"

"Well," Ron gestured vaguely. "You're not having sex, are you?"

Hermione glared at him. "Sexless does not mean someone who isn't having sex," she said. "It means lacking interest in sex."

Ron blinked. "Oh," he whispered.

"And I am not lacking in interest in sex," Hermione snapped.

"You're… not?" Ron asked.

"Of course not. Although you obviously think I am," she said, deflating and slumping back on the couch.

"I… I do?"

"Well, you never try anything," she complained.

"What?" Ron squeaked.

"What sort of boyfriend are you?"

"You want me to try things?"

Hermione narrowed her eyes. "I want you to do things," she announced, getting up and climbing into his lap.

"Hermione, we've only been together a few weeks," he protested, his hands automatically settling at her waist. "I'm just being a gentleman."

Hermione tutted and her fingers went to the buttons of his shirt. "We've been together for years," she said, kissing him.

"So," he asked, between kisses. "You really, really want to do this."

"Make it so," she murmured against his lips.

"What?" he asked.

"Nothing, Ron," she laughed. "Naked. Now."

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The last line is courtesy of the genius that is florahart - I had "Sex. Now." (*snort*, I wish), which is pitiful!!!