Chapter 4
Ron tapped a cigarette out of the carton, but didn’t light it. He fiddled with it, twisting the slender cylinder between his fingers as they walked. Susan wondered if it was a nervous habit, or if he was just trying to decide to light it.
The night was cool, summer fading fast but not quite gone. Birds chirped somewhere in the trees, and Susan felt as if she could breathe freely, something she didn’t expect after seeing Megan with her newest victim.
Still, the thought of her being so close gave her chills, and she pulled her jacket tighter, trying to force the woman from her mind.
It was Ron, draping his jacket around her shoulders that pulled her from her spiraling thoughts. The fabric lining was warm from his own body, and she’d been so distracted she hadn’t even seen him shrug it off.
She pulled it closer, inhaling the barely perceptible scents of tobacco and Ron’s cologne clinging to the coffee-coloured leather. They walked slowly, the silence between them comfortable.
She almost mourned how short the walk was back to her flat, but when they reached the door, she made a snap decision. “Stay for a cuppa?”
If he was surprised, he didn’t show it beyond a curve to his lips. “Alright.”
Inside, she made tea while he examined the contents of her living space. It was cluttered, stacks of books, medical journals, and records on every shelf, but he didn’t seem to mind, just craned his neck to read titles and flipped idly through the record sleeves.
While she was busy with the kettle, she heard him switch on the player, and the music that flooded the flat was so familiar it hurt. The record had belonged to her father, and one she played when she missed her parents. Megan had hated it, and it had gotten shuffled to the back of the pile.
He’d started it on the back side of the record, on the song that always made her heart ache. She stopped what she was doing, pausing to close her eyes and let the familiar melody wash over her. The words hit her square in the chest, and tears gathered.
“I always thought I’d see you again,” she breathed, and tears slipped down her cheeks. Grasping the edge of the counter, she kept listening, until on the next chorus, Ron’s voice came from behind her, echoing the music.
“I’ve seen lonely times when I could not find a friend.”
And then together they spoke the lyrics of the next line. “But I always thought I’d see you again.”
“Fitting, innit?” Ron spoke over the low volume of the song, and Susan let her shoulders fall. “Are you okay?” His voice was closer now, though still soft.
She felt the light touch on her shoulder, and turned to find him holding out his arms to her. She fell into his hold, relieved when he wrapped his arms around her.
It had been ages since she’d felt the arms of someone around her, and with the music in the background, she felt as if her heart was fracturing in her chest.
“I’m sorry,” she gasped through her tears, and Ron just shook his head, and held her tighter. She’d never have expected Ron Weasley to show the kind of tender understanding he did now, and somehow that made the moment easier to swallow.
The James Taylor record kept playing, and before she could convince herself not to, she was tilting her head back, finding those crystal clear eyes and pressing her lips to his.
His lips still held the slightest bit of the whiskey he’d been drinking, but to her surprise, she couldn’t find any remnant of a cigarette, despite the one he’d toyed with on the walk back to her flat. His fingers tightened around her waist after a moment, and he eased back, pink tinging his cheeks and the tops of his ears.
“I didn’t—“
“This doesn’t mean we have to keep it up,” Susan interrupted. “But we’re both lonely and I don’t know about you, but the thought of being with someone— anyone else— it's really appealing right now. And if you’re not interested, okay, I’m sorry I read the moment wrong.”
She started to pull back, but his grip didn’t relax.
“I'm interested,” he breathed, and she had to tilt her head back to meet his eyes again. “I just don’t want this to happen because we’ve been drinking and wake up tomorrow knowing you regret it.”
Susan let out a sharp laugh, swiping at the tears that had left tracks down her face. “I had one drink, and you didn’t even finish yours over an hour ago. The only thing I’m going to regret is not hexing Megan from across the pub.”
Ron tilted his head to one side, holding her gaze as firmly as he held her waist. “Just tonight?”
Susan arched an eyebrow. “Just tonight,” she echoed.
That was apparently all he needed, because the next moment he was dragging her closer, burying one hand in her hair as he took her mouth, every sign of reluctance vanishing.
Susan returned his enthusiasm, pushing her hands under the cotton tshirt he wore, fingers brushing along his slender waist, the muscles of his abdomen clenching as he bent closer. The hand that wasn’t tangled in her hair reached around to her back, pressing flat and closer to him. The light stubble that had grown over the course of the day scratched at her cheeks, and she moaned, the distinct masculinity touching a desire within her she’d nearly forgotten.
Tugging at his shirt but reluctant to leave his mouth, Susan managed to work it up until he took the hint, stripping it off with one hand on his collar and barely enough time for a breath before he was kissing her again, his tongue swiping against hers, teasing and seductive. The glimpse of his freckled torso only confirmed what her hands had deduced, his slender frame packed with toned, lean muscle.
She let her hands roam over his skin, scraping her nails lightly along the planes of his chest as he pulled her closer again, hands sliding down her back, over her arse, and to her thighs. Susan gasped as he straightened, lifting her until her knees wrapped around his hips and her arse landed on the counter behind her.
When he leaned back, his grin showed precisely how pleased he was with her surprise. “Your legs are fantastic,” he told her, his hands gripping her outer thighs through her jeans. Any self doubt she’d had about her curves vanished as he leaned in with another groan. “Gods I almost don’t want to let you take these off.” He traced his fingers down the outside seam of the jeans, and she took the opportunity to pull her own top off, leaving her bra exposed as she tossed it behind him.
Ron’s eyes traced over the black satin, and she could see his pulse pounding in his neck. Her insecurities crashed down around her, despite the hungry look in his eyes, and she started to cover herself with her hands. He caught her wrists in a gentle grip, and guided them to his chest, leaning in to kiss her neck.
His insistent kisses had her forgetting everything but her own name, and even that was lost between the heat of his hands on her bare skin and the way his lips explored her neck and nipped at her earlobe.
“Fuck,” she breathed, and he pressed between her legs until she could feel his erection straining against his jeans. “Bed,” she panted, but he didn’t slow his assault on her neck. “You’re not fucking me on this counter,” she insisted with a laugh.
He drew back, a grin making his eyes dance. “Why not? It’s the perfect height.” He ground his hips forward to drive home his point, and she almost caved. The friction was delicious, but she’d never be able to look Millie in the face again if she walked in now.
“I have a roommate!” She planted her hands on his chest to push him away, but he was trailing his fingers down her ribs and she could feel his pulse thundering under her own.
“Who spends significantly more time at Charlie’s flat than she does here,” Ron teased, and blood rushed to her cheeks. “But alright. Lead the way, Suzie.”
He stepped back, and she immediately missed the heat of his body against her. Still, she hopped off the counter, and put an obvious sway of her hips into each step down the short hallway to her bedroom.
Susan could hear him following close behind, though he kept his hands to himself. She almost wished he wouldn’t, because the mirror through Millie’s door pointed out every flaw she had as they passed.
Her hips were too wide, and her stomach was rounded. Her tits were nice at least, but that was because the bra held them in place. In her room, she thought about keeping the lights off, but flicked her wand to light several candles instead. With the low light, maybe he wouldn’t see the blemishes on her skin and the stretch marks across her thighs.
When she reached the bed, she spun around to face him, but he hadn’t followed her in. Instead, he leaned against the doorframe, one arm braced over his head. She could see the faint outline of scars winding up his arm and over his chest, ever so slightly pearlescent. His jeans sat low on his hips, and the candlelight made the freckles across his skin hard to distinguish from the shadows.
Her mouth went dry, and felt out of her depth. She hadn’t slept with anyone since Megan, and hadn’t been with a man in… Merlin, she didn’t even know. Since just after leaving Hogwarts?
His voice pulled her from her thoughts, and she met his eyes. “Just tonight, no thinking about bad habits,” he said softly, and she nodded, swallowing hard. He kicked the door closed behind him, and her heart sped up. She pushed Megan from her thoughts, instead focusing on the man prowling towards her, kicking off one shoe and then the other before flicking open the button and zip of his jeans with a practiced flick of his wrist. The denim slid down his thighs, revealing a pair of dark boxers. She took the opportunity to unfasten and push her own jeans down over her hips, but it was significantly more effort and less graceful than how his had slid free with only gravity to help them along.
She hadn’t dressed for anyone to see her knickers before leaving for the pub, but at least the lacy panties she’d chosen were dark enough they looked nearly black. Ron reached her and pressed the backs of her knees into the mattress, guiding her down. He braced himself with a palm flat against the bed over her shoulder, hovering over her, nose to nose.
“Stop thinking so hard,” he told her, but captured her lips in a bruising kiss before she could argue that she hadn’t been thinking. He tangled his fingers in her hair again, and lowered himself until their bodies met. His skin now felt red hot against hers, and she was desperate for more of the friction he’d teased her with in the kitchen.
Spreading her thighs until he settled between them, Susan wrapped her legs around his hips and ground against his cock. With thinner layers between them now, she could feel the searing heat and girth of him. Rolling her hips, she could feel his length pressing into her soft belly, and it fanned the flames of her desire.
Ron slipped his hand behind her back, unclasping her bra and throwing it aside before dipping his head lower and kissing along the curves of her breasts. He teased her nipple with the tip of his nose until she whined, then closed his lips around it and flicked it with his tongue until she was clawing at his back.
“Ron,” she whined, her voice pleading. He lifted his head to meet her eyes briefly and then lowered back to give the other the same treatment. She rocked against him, but couldn’t get the leverage to free herself from her knickers or rid him of his boxers.
When she thought she was going to go mad from the sensations of his tongue and scratchy facial hair against the soft skin of her breasts, he eased back, peppering her sternum and stomach with hot kisses.
“Phenomenal,” he murmured as he reached the crease where her leg met her torso. He eased down her knickers like she was an unexpected gift to unwrap, and when she was completely nude, slid from the bed to push his own boxers down.
She pushed herself up the bed, and resisting the urge to cover herself, watched as he fisted his cock, pumping it once. The head was red even in the low candlelight, and shadows darkened the short curls around his base.
“Phenomenal is right,” she panted, and he grinned as he crawled up the bed towards her, pressing more kisses to her skin and leaving wet spots from his exploring tongue.
Settling back between her legs, the heat of his cock was nearly unbearable. His chest chair whispered over her already sensitive nipples, and she couldn’t wait any longer. Canting her hips so he slid through her wetness, she pressed forward until he slid inside.
Ron groaned and Susan gasped, the unfamiliar sensations bordering on unpleasant until he kissed along her shoulder again, waiting for her to relax around the intrusion. Panting, Susan dug her nails into Ron’s back, the warring urges to move and to stay still causing her legs to shake around his hips.
“So good, Suzie,” he murmured against her skin, and she relaxed incrementally with each kiss and whispered praise. When her hands smoothed down his sides, he looked up at her, his pale eyes shining in the warm light. “Okay?”
“Okay,” she breathed, and he shifted experimentally, watching her closely. When she didn’t object or stop him, he rolled his hips again, and hit a spot inside her that had her seeing stars.
“Like that,” she gasped, and felt as he repeated the motion, again brushing against the sensitive spot within her. He reached up, brushing a strand of hair from her face and kissed her deeply. She wasn’t expecting the next roll of his hips, and she gasped in his mouth.
“I really like that sound,” he murmured into her ear, and was rewarded with several more gasps as he moved.
She was getting so close so fast, and she didn’t want it to be over yet. “Wait,” she begged, and he stilled inside of her, chest heaving against hers. He pressed his forehead to hers, and she explored the topography of his back with her fingertips until she felt as if she wouldn’t cum the second he moved.
Ron kissed her again, and she tapped his chest. “Roll over,” she demanded, and was pleased when he did as she said, taking her with her as he rolled. Pushing herself upwards, she settled even deeper onto his cock. He was so deep, and she could see it on his face every time she squeezed around him.
“I’m not going to last if you keep doing that,” he told her through gritted teeth, and she grinned.
She set a torturously slow pace, watching his expressions as she moved on top of him, noting what made his breath catch and what made his muscles tremble.
He reached up and cupped her breasts, swiping his thumb over her nipples and sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body. “That’s not fair,” she told him, and dragged her nails down his chest in retaliation. He gasped, bucking his hips and driving deeper inside her.
“Suzie please,” Ron moaned, and she acquiesced, rolling them back over to their previous position. He immediately pushed up onto his hands, and drove deep into her. She was so wet that the glide was effortless, and she lifted her hips to meet his, both of them chasing their pleasure with abandon.
He came first, his body tightening all around her, but he pressed his thumb against her clit, and her orgasm crashed over her a moment later. She felt light headed and dizzy, but clung closer to him as their breathing calmed.
When he rolled free, an unexpected wave of disappointment washed through her. He lay on his back, but reached out, skimming her thigh with the backs of his fingers. She expected him to leave immediately, but he surprised her by tucking his free arm under his head and grinning lazily at her and he continued to pet her leg.
“What?” Her self consciousness was back, and he shook his head.
“Did you not enjoy that? Because if not, I’ll need to make it up to you when I catch my breath.” His breathing was already nearly back to normal, in direct contrast to hers, as she fought to breathe evenly.
“No, it was good.” She paused. “Really good.” His grin widened. “I just—“
He watched her search for what to say, and then turned, propping himself on his elbow to face her. “No bad habits tonight,” he repeated, and leaned in slowly, obviously giving her the choice to pull away.
She didn’t.
Susan leaned into the kiss, and let herself wrap around Ron as he lay in her bed. Tonight, she wouldn’t think of her bad habit. So she let Ron Weasley drive every thought from her mind again and again.