Prompt: First time (but not that first time)

Title: Surprise

Disclaimer: All the characters belong to J.K. Rowling. I´m just playing and enjoying with them.

A/N: Thanks so much to my beta :)

Surprise

"You know…"

"I know."

"No heavy snogging in front of them…"

"Okay."

"No touching under the table…"

"Yeah."

"And you won't try to get into my knickers the moment we cross the door."

"Fine. I get it, woman! I-will-not-have-sex-with-you-under-your-parents' roof."

"Good. Don't forget we're here just in case anyone interested in the house appears while my parents are taking care of business in London. We won't be disrespectful!"

"We've done it everywhere, Hermione! Everywhere. Why would it be disrespectful here?"

She didn't bother to answer him.

From his very naked position on the sitting room's carpet, Ron wondered if, after a few Reparo Spells, the vase and the other things once decorating the coffee table would ever come back to their original state after. He also wondered if the Muggle neighbors of his in-laws' would seriously need an Obliviate.

For the first time in all their years together, his adorable primly yet wild wife had forgotten to cast a Silencing Charm, and it had happened when it was probably more surprising. All thought and pretense had left her, right before she'd tackled him, as soon as the Grangers had left the house. And his girl was a loud one.

And being the horny helplessly-in-love man he was, he felt gloriously weak in front of her randy attack. It was only after all their clothing had been discarded, every bit of flesh had been licked, and two mind blowing orgasms had been reached that he took a moment to think about her strange behavior.

"So… what's with you?" His hand followed the way down her breasts and remained over one of her nipples twisting it between his fingers.

"W… what?" Unfair. The way her body always arched to that caress was just unfair.

"You. What is it?"

"Nothing," Hermione said trying to be coherent. "You know what they say: 'Learn the rules… and you'll be able to break each of them'."

"Brilliant quote, love… but it's not that. You're acting odd." His smile turned devious as he positioned himself and entered her again. "And you…" His thrusts started to hammer over that wonderful spot he knew by memory after years of tasting, touching, and sharing all kind of dirty activities. "… are going to tell me."

"What if I want to surprise you?" The question came out in a breathless moan.

Her answer transformed the look in his eyes in something much more emotional but not less burning.

"I'd say…" he said in between groans, "… I love to be surprised."

"Then I have something to tell you."

But she didn't say anything just then; instead she guided his hand between their connected bodies and pressed his palm over her navel.

Two thousandths seconds later, Ron understood.

And he came. Hard.

Not wanting to let go, he clutched tightly to her.

"You know?"

He was panting, and grinning, and crying all at once. "I know".

"Best fucking release of all my life… I couldn't love you more."