Title: Drug
Author: snarkysweetness
Characters/Pairings: Ron/Hermione
Rating: R
Warnings: Mentions to sex and a slight lip/kissing fetish?
When: Post-DH
Summary: Ron's kisses were like a drug.
Disclaimer: Jo owns.I play.
Author's Note: I've been watching a lot of Grey's Anatomy. Kevin McKidd kisses hot. He reminds me of Ron. This is the result of the crack that is that combination in my brain. And this is the closest to a drabble that I will ever write.

Ron's kisses were like a drug.

They often came without warning. Urgent. Hot. Too quick.

Hermione could never get enough of them.

The sex was great, but if she were given a choice, she would spend every hour of every day kissing him.

He knew how to make it different every time. There was no familiarity, no growing comfortable. Every kiss was new, exciting, and passionate.

The best kisses were the ones that came from nowhere. When he would just grab her around the wait, pull her against him, and crush his lips to hers, leaving her breathless. The only thing that came close to being better were the ones he gave her in the middle of heated arguments.

His lips were addicting and she couldn't get enough of them.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Ron towered over her, his freckles barely visible in the horrible lighting of their bedroom. They'd just finished making love and in the afterglow all she could think about was the next time he'd kiss her.

"I was thinking that your lips look good enough to have for dinner."

Ron grinned. "I like that kind of thinking," he whispered, leaning in slowly, his eyes glancing up into hers before moving back to study her lips for a moment before kissing her again.

His lips were soft, slow, and perfect.

If there was a time to die, she wished it could be now so that she could die happy.