Help me Ron

Over the next few weeks Ron and Pansy continued to meet in the Room of Requirement for their snog sessions. Pansy was still too nervous to kiss him anywhere else.



In time she became comfortable enough with him to let his caresses her. His light massages on her shoulder and upper back did a lot to ease her tension. He held her hands in his and kissed the palm of her hand and the inside of her wrist. It sent tremors up her arm but she didn’t pull away.



Pansy was thinking constantly of moving further along. She was nervous to ask him so she decided to wait until they were in the room again. She took great pains with how she looked that night. She wanted to make sure she looked pretty for him. She had come to feel strongly about how he saw her.



They were again in the Room of Requirement in this non-existent common room. They were again side by side, kissing, but tonight Pansy broke off the kiss and stared at him, keeping herself in his embrace.



“Is something wrong?” He asked her. Without saying a word she slid her body into his lap, straddling him, with her knees on either side of his hips. He didn’t touch her, although he wanted to reach up and hug her close. Pansy looked down at him and he saw her inner battle. She was summoning her bravery, so he stayed calm and waited for her to make the next move.



Pansy saw that determination and couldn’t appreciate it more. She reached down and took her hands in his, lacing their fingers together as she leaned down and kissed him. She let his kiss feel her bravery.



Knowing that he was unsure of where to put his hand, she placed them on her shoulder and took his jaw in her hands. She did know that he liked the feel of her fingers along his jaw, so she gave it to him. She felt his whole body under her, hard and firm. She made it a point to keep her knees beside his hips, so they still had some distance between their bodies. She didn’t know how she would react if he was hard against her.



“Ron, I’m not offering anything right now, but I want to ask you something.” She said, letting her hands rest on her shoulder.



“Alright then, what do you want to know?” He asked, calmer now that he knew she was just curious. He wouldn’t take what she asked the wrong way and that reassured her as well.



“You give me an honest answer?” She asked.



“Yes.” He didn’t pause or stop to think. He didn’t need to, she would always have the truth.



“Do you want to have sex with me?” She asked.



He looked at her face, a light fear visible, but also a need. She needed to know how he felt, so he would tell her.



“Yes, Pansy I do,” he looked her square in the eye, “but that is your decision, and I will never ask for it. When you are ready, if I’m the one you want, I will be here.”



“I think about it.” She confessed. “How it might be with you. How different it would be from the violence. You would be gentle with me wouldn’t you?”



“I would never be any other way with you.” He said.



“At St. Mingo’s you sat beside my bed when you first brought me in.” She said. “You asked ‘how’ when nobody was in the room so I assumed you were talking to yourself. What did you mean?” She asked.



Ron was stunned. He didn’t know she had heard that. He thought she was sleeping, but apparently she was just dealing with the pain. “I asked how anyone could treat such a delicate lady with anything but tenderness.” His words meant so much to her, he could see it in her eyes.



“I wonder sometimes how it would feel if I had chosen a man on my own.” She mused.



“I suppose it depends on the man you chose. Some can be selfish, not carrying about their partners.” He told her.



“Something tells me you are trying to say you are different.” She said.



“I am different. There is something about seeing a partner enjoy herself. How can you not hold a woman to you and take part in all the play that’s possible between lovers. Its something to share with your partner, you both have needs.” He explained.



“You know about needs Ron?” She asked, suddenly brave as the conversation progressed. She needed that bravery however.



“Everyone has needs. When you are given such a gift, you make sure your partner has what they need as well.” He said.



“How do you find out what they need?” She asked.



“Ask.” He answered.



“Just like that? She asked lifting an eyebrow.



“There is no shame in lovers talking.” He told her. “Communication is key. Aren’t we talking now? Aren’t you asking what you want to know? It is the same thing with sex.”



“So, it’s better when you ask for what you want?” She asked, still not believing she was being this bold with him.



“It is always better. What better way to determine if you have a worthy partner?” He said. “You should always have your needs met.”



“I have a need Ron.” She whispered, unsure why she needed to do this, but she knew Ron was the right person for her to do this with. She couldn’t imagine anyone else, and when she closed her eyes at night she only saw Ron’s face.



“What do you need?” He asked, curious, but glad she was taking charge of herself and trying to get her life back again.



“I need to show you something,” she said, “and I need you to tell me what you feel.”



“I’ll do my best.” He told her, feeling his heart speed up. He felt his cock stirring, and his whole body warm up.



She reached up and slowly unbuttoned her jumper, revealing slivers of skin to his view. He controlled his body, waiting for her to show him on her own. His hands had dropped to his sides, to avoid the urge to touch anything without her permission.



When she pulled the jumper off her shoulder and let it fall to the side, he lost his breath. Her skin was ivory, and just as smooth. Her black lacy bra made her appear all the more pale and the perfectly rounded globes were supported with confidence.



“What are you thinking” She asked. It made him realize that silence was something she couldn’t handle. Hearing him speak and engaging in conversation gave her mind something to focus on, so panic wouldn’t set in.



“How beautiful you are,” he said watching her face, “how soft you must feel, wondering if you are as warm as I am, and……” He didn’t trust himself to go on.



“And what Ron?” She asked, almost desperately.



“How much I want to touch you.” He admitted, hoping she didn’t think he was asking for something. He wanted to touch her, that was true, but he never would unless she wanted it.



Pansy was watching him with intense eyes, her eyes darted downward and then up to his eyes. “Can I ask for something?” She whispered.



“Yes.” He said, then swallowed.



“Will you do it?” She asked, a shaking in her voice.”



“If I can, I will do anything you ask.” He meant it. He was her slave in every way. He would do anything she asked.



“Will you take off your shirt too?” She asked.



“If you want me to.” He told her. She gave him a small nod and he managed to pull the shirt over his head without having to ask her to move. He only had on one layer, so his chest was bare when the garment was tossed aside.



Pansy let her eyes wander over him. His chest was smooth, with a countable amount of ginger hair on his breastbone. His firmness was evident as the quidditch he regularly played showed in his frame. His arms were packed with a strong layer of meat, sculpted to emanate strength. His broad shoulders that she had leaned on so many times looked even more warm and welcoming. She reached out and let her hands fall on those shoulders she had used. His skin was soft under her fingers and she let them drift down his chest and she felt the muscles flex.



“Is this alright?” She asked.



“Yes.” He said before she had even finished speaking. She continued her exploration and watched his face. His eyes had closed and he head rolled back on the seat. He looked pained when her hands flattened on his chest.



“What are you thinking?” She asked.



“How wonderful your hands feel.” His eyes stayed closed. “How much I want to hold you too.”



She reached down and took his hand in hers lifting then and bringing them around her. His hands slid over her back. She felt the roughness from gripping his broom constantly. His hands covered every inch of her back, and Pansy rested her forehead on his shoulder and held his arms as he touched her.



He was slow and gentle, treating her with a tenderness she felt like bathing in. His hand roamed higher and when they drifted up to her shoulders and then down she spoke in a whisper, just as his hands covered her bra catch. “Take it off.”



Her voice was barely audible but it echoed in his ears. “Are you sure?” He asked. “I want to, but I don’t want you to do this for me.” He said.



“I want to feel it.” She said just as quietly. Ron swallowed hard, sure that his loud gulp could be heard from Hagrid’s hut.



He reached up and unhooked her bra, feeling it spring apart. Spanning his hands along her now fully bare back, he felt her shift about without lifting her head. She tossed the fabric aside and he felt her tremble in her arms.



“Nobody has seen me before.” She told him. Her nerves were on edge.



“I can close my eyes if you want,” he offered, hoping she would refuse, “and you can move my hands where you want them.”



“Don’t you want to see me?” She asked, still not lifting her head.



“Oh Merlin yes,” he told her trying to keep the torture in his voice at a minimum, “but I want you to be comfortable.



He felt her lift and slowly sit straight up. He looked at the beautiful woman straddling his lap and his cock swelled to a painful hardness, but he forced himself to ignore it.



Pansy was beautiful. She had the most perfectly rounded breasts he had ever seen and her pale pink nipples were puckered and so tempting to him. She was watching him closely trying to gage his reaction but she couldn’t.



“What are you thinking?” She asked, unable to hide the insecurity.



“How much I want to hold you.” He said. It was true, Ron wanted no more then to wrap his arms around her.



“Then do it.” She said, lifting her hands to his shoulders.



Ron sat upright and let his hand coast around her, spanning his hands over her back the way she had enjoyed it before. He was inched from her body and just couldn’t resist. He leaned in and placed a kiss on her breast bone. She smelled like flowers and soap, and her skin was warm under her lips.



Instead of gasping at his boldness like he thought she might, she let out a sigh and slid her arms around his shoulders. “Did you like that?” He asked. He needed to keep her communicating with him.



“Yes.” She whispered.



He placed kissed down the valley between her breasts and shifted to the side, kissing along her breast lightly. When he got to her nipple, he wanted to feed off of her but he didn’t, he maintained a hold on his control. He kissed the tight bud and her slight moan filled his ears. His tongue came out slowly and gave her nipple a light lick. She let out a gasp and her fingers tightened on his back.



“Are you alright?” He asked, looking up at her, but not releasing her.



“Yes.” She pulled on his shoulders just a little, and Ron returned to her body. He paid the same attention to her other breast, giving her that same light lick, and moving from one to the other.



Ron covered her breasts with his worship, letting her little sighs and barely audible moans fill his ego. Her knees had tightened and released on his hips, her back arched just a little at certain points, her fingers caressed his shoulders and back. Ron knew her body was reacting.



He slid his hand from her back along her waist and up her rib cage, higher and higher, lifting his head to look at her face. He lifted his hand slowly, feeling the weight of her breast fill his palm.



She sighed and let her head roll back as his fingers closed around her. She had never imagines anyone could be so tender and gentle. Ron’s touch was feather light but it sent fire through her limbs. He ran his thumb along her nipple and watched as she bit her lower lip.



He reached up and took a hold of the back of her neck gently, bringing her down for a light kiss. “That’s enough for now.” He whispered and helped her back into her bra and jumper. He quickly pulled on his own shirt and took her in a hug again. She rested her cheek on his chest and he caressed her shoulders until her body had calmed down.



“Why did you stop?” She asked. She wasn’t projecting anything but curiosity and Ron loved it.



“Little by little is better. We don’t have to rush.” He said, kissing the top of he head.



Pansy accepted his explanation. He would know better then she would about this. He would know more, wouldn’t he, Pansy asked herself.



“Ron,” she asked before they left the room, “are you a virgin?”



“No.” He said honestly. “Does it matter?”



“No, I was just curious.” She said, then grinned. “Who?”



“Hermione. During the summer.” He said.



“Is that why you were close to me that day?” She asked, suddenly thinking of why he was in her neck of the woods.



“Yes, we met and talked and I decided to walk about. We had actually settled a fight.” He said.



“A fight, about what?” Wondering what on earth two close friends could fight about.



“Incidentally enough, we were fighting over the night we were together.” He thought to leave it at that, but Pansy was having none of it. She kept her eyes on his, letting him know that she wanted to hear it.



“I’ll tell you all about it when we have more time.” He said, taking her shoulders.



Pansy slept that night with fabulous memories of Ron’s hands and lips on her. She didn’t feel anything but bliss. No panic, no fear. Things were going well and Ron was making sure of that.





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