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Deliberation - R/Hr - PG-13
Title: Deliberation
Rating: PG-13
Words: 230
Author's Note (if any): at Shell Cottage…
Written for Challenge 4 of therwhg_ldws.
Prompt: 'Chocolate, Cheese and Coke.'
Drabble length: 100 - 500
Additional Conditions: Drabbles should be written from Hermione's point of view
Deliberation
****
The look on his face.
I know he loves his food, and we were a long time in that tent, living on mushrooms and berries, but has no one else noticed the look on his face?
I tear my eyes from his lips long enough to glance around the room, but no one else is looking at him. Bill and Harry are talking earnestly to Remus, Fleur is eavesdropping on Dean and Luna and looking confused.
Ron.
Ron is eating chocolate.
His eyelids droop over glazed blue eyes and he licks it off his fingers and I am going to stride over there and rip his clothes off and sink my teeth into his collar bone.
The look on his face.
Surely he's doing it on purpose?
It's a… a sex face.
He couldn't look any more blissful if he was climaxing, and god I want to know what he looks like when he's climaxing.
His tongue runs over his lips, relishing the taste, before he sighs and sits up and looks down his body, licking a fingertip and using the damp pad to pick the chocolate crumbs off his chest, his thigh and transfer them to his mouth.
Groin.
He is running his fingers between his legs, searching for the last fragments of chocolate.
I squirm in my seat, before blinking and shaking myself.
And handing him another bar.
Title: Deliberation
Rating: PG-13
Words: 230
Author's Note (if any): at Shell Cottage…
Written for Challenge 4 of the
rwhg_ldws.Prompt: 'Chocolate, Cheese and Coke.'
Drabble length: 100 - 500
Additional Conditions: Drabbles should be written from Hermione's point of view
Deliberation
****
The look on his face.
I know he loves his food, and we were a long time in that tent, living on mushrooms and berries, but has no one else noticed the look on his face?
I tear my eyes from his lips long enough to glance around the room, but no one else is looking at him. Bill and Harry are talking earnestly to Remus, Fleur is eavesdropping on Dean and Luna and looking confused.
Ron.
Ron is eating chocolate.
His eyelids droop over glazed blue eyes and he licks it off his fingers and I am going to stride over there and rip his clothes off and sink my teeth into his collar bone.
The look on his face.
Surely he's doing it on purpose?
It's a… a sex face.
He couldn't look any more blissful if he was climaxing, and god I want to know what he looks like when he's climaxing.
His tongue runs over his lips, relishing the taste, before he sighs and sits up and looks down his body, licking a fingertip and using the damp pad to pick the chocolate crumbs off his chest, his thigh and transfer them to his mouth.
Groin.
He is running his fingers between his legs, searching for the last fragments of chocolate.
I squirm in my seat, before blinking and shaking myself.
And handing him another bar.