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Frustration, R/Hr, R
Ron/Hermione, Frustration, R, 260 words, for natertatersmom
From : msmoocow
For : natertatersmom
Pairing : Ron/Hermione
Prompt : frustration

Now, I love Harry to bits.

My best mate, wonderful bloke, do anything for him.

But I wish he’d piss off.

The three of us sharing a tent has to be the worst idea in the history of worst ideas.

Because she’s right there, between us, curled up in her sleeping bag, facing me, her hand on the pillow by her cheek, her hair a blizzard.

And I am right here, close enough to touch her, close enough to feel her body heat, her breath on my face, my cock almost boring a whole through my fucking sleeping bag.

And there is Harry, muttering in his sleep, and making it impossible for me to reach out and touch the swell of her hip, or what looks like a breast.

I keep my hands resolutely inside my sleeping bag, and decide it is the least of a vast number of evils if I press my hand against my erection and try to subdue it.

I’m not wanking, honestly. But if I don’t hold onto it, my hips are gonna start moving of their own accord, and I am gonna start frotting my sleeping bag, and that is just going too far.

I’m not wanking, but maybe I stroke it a little bit and I am watching her frown in her sleep and maybe she is dreaming about me and maybe she wishes Harry was elsewhere, too, and I sigh and wriggle a tiny bit closer.

And I can smell her shampoo and I bite my lip and stifle a groan.

“I’m so sorry,” Harry whispers.