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Alcohol - Ron/Rosmerta - NC-17
Title: Alcohol
Author:shocfix
Pairing: Ron/Rosmerta
Words: 733
Rating: NC-17
Written for 50_smutlets, where I claimed Ron Weasley.
So, basically, it’ll be another 50 Ron!smutlets.
But not with his Harry.
Alcohol
****
No one mentioned it; no one made any remarks about distracting him and taking his aches and pains away.
But Justin unbuttoned Ron’s come splattered shirt and handed him his own filthy, bloodstained one.
He left it unbuttoned and the sleeves were too short, but it was the most wonderful hand me down he’d ever worn.
They speculated on what Lucius’ presence could mean – another Azkaban breakout, the escaped convicts brazenly walking the streets in Hogsmeade.
And on what was delaying their rescuers.
Well, another Azkaban breakout, obviously; the Order couldn’t come blundering in.
But Ron worried about Harry: he’d be going insane, not being allowed to come after him.
It’d be so dangerous, out there, and if Harry tried anything, well, Ron’d kill him.
Ron was pacing the perimeter of their cell as Justin and Hannah slept when the door next opened, and he stepped into the centre of the room, blocking their visitor’s view of his slumbering roommates.
It wasn’t a Death Eater.
It was Madam Rosmerta, carrying their daily meal.
Ron looked frantically behind her, but she was alone.
He hoped he could trust her: the whole Imperius thing in sixth year was well in the past.
“What’s happening out there?” he whispered, taking the plate of bread and cheese and the flask of water and putting them down by the wall.
“They’ve caught someone else,” she murmured, stepping closer. “I don’t know who, and I don’t think it’s an attack, but they’re busy questioning them, so they told me to bring your meal.”
“Thank you.”
“There’s extra cheese,” she said.
“Thanks.”
“And this.” She removed a bottle of Firewhiskey from inside her robes and handed it to him.
“Aw, brilliant,” he said, hastily uncorking it and taking a swallow.
She smiled and unbuttoned her robes, withdrawing a wet cloth. “I didn’t dare bring a change of clothes, or anything, but you can have a quick wash.”
“Oh, thank you,” Ron gasped, grabbing it and briskly washing his hands and face. “I’ve been….”
“I know,” she said. “I’m sorry.”
Ron shrugged and half turned away and sat down against the wall.
Rosmerta knelt beside him and unwrapped the bread, tearing off a hunk and passing it to him. “Are you alright?” she asked.
“I’m good,” Ron said firmly, before taking a bite of bread. “They’re idiots if they think that’s gonna break us. Idiots.”
“They think it’s funny,” she said. “Bellatrix, anyway.”
“Yes, well,” Ron said. “I’m sure I could have a future career as some sort of Dark Wizard sex slave.”
“Stop it,” she snapped.
He shrugged again and finished his bread. “It’s alright,” he said. “I’m just not used to being the sexy one.”
She tore the next piece of bread in two and they shared it.
“I’m sure that’s not true,” she said.
Ron shook his head.
“You know you probably didn't know this, but back in school, I had a, um, major crush on you.”
“I knew,” she said gently.
“You did!” Ron blinked. “Oh.... I always figured you just thought I was the twins’ geeky baby brother.”
“I did.” She smiled and leant closer.
Ron’s eyes flicked between her eyes and her lips and her curves.
“Listen, do you think - and try not to let my intense vulnerability become any kind of a factor here - but do you think it would be OK if I…”
Her robes swung open and he could see where the wet cloth had been held against her shift, because the fine cotton was damp and clinging to her breasts and his hands came up and cupped them, his thumbs teasing her nipples through the sheer material.
“I think it would be more than OK,” she whispered against his lips, her own hands coming to rest on his bare chest and zig zagging down his ribs to the button of his jeans.
He broke off kissing her, his eyes wide.
“Would it help?” she asked.
“More than the whiskey,” he said, nodding frantically and watching her frown of concentration as she freed his cock.
“Every teenage boy’s dream come true,” he gasped as she stroked him, struggling to keep his eyes open and watch his boyhood goddess giving him a hand-job.
“You deserve it,” she murmured, smiling at him as his eyes fluttered closed and his hands tightened convulsively on her breasts and his cock spat in her hand.
****
Bonus points if you know where the ‘seduction’ dialogue wasstolen lovingly borrowed from!
My Medium Sized Table
Title: Alcohol
Author:
shocfixPairing: Ron/Rosmerta
Words: 733
Rating: NC-17
Written for 50_smutlets, where I claimed Ron Weasley.
So, basically, it’ll be another 50 Ron!smutlets.
But not with his Harry.
Alcohol
****
No one mentioned it; no one made any remarks about distracting him and taking his aches and pains away.
But Justin unbuttoned Ron’s come splattered shirt and handed him his own filthy, bloodstained one.
He left it unbuttoned and the sleeves were too short, but it was the most wonderful hand me down he’d ever worn.
They speculated on what Lucius’ presence could mean – another Azkaban breakout, the escaped convicts brazenly walking the streets in Hogsmeade.
And on what was delaying their rescuers.
Well, another Azkaban breakout, obviously; the Order couldn’t come blundering in.
But Ron worried about Harry: he’d be going insane, not being allowed to come after him.
It’d be so dangerous, out there, and if Harry tried anything, well, Ron’d kill him.
Ron was pacing the perimeter of their cell as Justin and Hannah slept when the door next opened, and he stepped into the centre of the room, blocking their visitor’s view of his slumbering roommates.
It wasn’t a Death Eater.
It was Madam Rosmerta, carrying their daily meal.
Ron looked frantically behind her, but she was alone.
He hoped he could trust her: the whole Imperius thing in sixth year was well in the past.
“What’s happening out there?” he whispered, taking the plate of bread and cheese and the flask of water and putting them down by the wall.
“They’ve caught someone else,” she murmured, stepping closer. “I don’t know who, and I don’t think it’s an attack, but they’re busy questioning them, so they told me to bring your meal.”
“Thank you.”
“There’s extra cheese,” she said.
“Thanks.”
“And this.” She removed a bottle of Firewhiskey from inside her robes and handed it to him.
“Aw, brilliant,” he said, hastily uncorking it and taking a swallow.
She smiled and unbuttoned her robes, withdrawing a wet cloth. “I didn’t dare bring a change of clothes, or anything, but you can have a quick wash.”
“Oh, thank you,” Ron gasped, grabbing it and briskly washing his hands and face. “I’ve been….”
“I know,” she said. “I’m sorry.”
Ron shrugged and half turned away and sat down against the wall.
Rosmerta knelt beside him and unwrapped the bread, tearing off a hunk and passing it to him. “Are you alright?” she asked.
“I’m good,” Ron said firmly, before taking a bite of bread. “They’re idiots if they think that’s gonna break us. Idiots.”
“They think it’s funny,” she said. “Bellatrix, anyway.”
“Yes, well,” Ron said. “I’m sure I could have a future career as some sort of Dark Wizard sex slave.”
“Stop it,” she snapped.
He shrugged again and finished his bread. “It’s alright,” he said. “I’m just not used to being the sexy one.”
She tore the next piece of bread in two and they shared it.
“I’m sure that’s not true,” she said.
Ron shook his head.
“You know you probably didn't know this, but back in school, I had a, um, major crush on you.”
“I knew,” she said gently.
“You did!” Ron blinked. “Oh.... I always figured you just thought I was the twins’ geeky baby brother.”
“I did.” She smiled and leant closer.
Ron’s eyes flicked between her eyes and her lips and her curves.
“Listen, do you think - and try not to let my intense vulnerability become any kind of a factor here - but do you think it would be OK if I…”
Her robes swung open and he could see where the wet cloth had been held against her shift, because the fine cotton was damp and clinging to her breasts and his hands came up and cupped them, his thumbs teasing her nipples through the sheer material.
“I think it would be more than OK,” she whispered against his lips, her own hands coming to rest on his bare chest and zig zagging down his ribs to the button of his jeans.
He broke off kissing her, his eyes wide.
“Would it help?” she asked.
“More than the whiskey,” he said, nodding frantically and watching her frown of concentration as she freed his cock.
“Every teenage boy’s dream come true,” he gasped as she stroked him, struggling to keep his eyes open and watch his boyhood goddess giving him a hand-job.
“You deserve it,” she murmured, smiling at him as his eyes fluttered closed and his hands tightened convulsively on her breasts and his cock spat in her hand.
****
Bonus points if you know where the ‘seduction’ dialogue was
My Medium Sized Table