Relations, Revelations

Thanks again, Carmen :-D I wonder where the rest of my reviewers have gone... maybe some LEMONS will make them talk :-D


So the usual caution applies:
Smutty goodness lies ahead. Proceed at your own risk. Sephera’s mine, but I’ll rinse Ron off and return him to JK at her request. I’m trying desperately to stick to my no raunchy words policy as described in chapter four, but if I let a dirty word slip, it’s my own policy to break. Cunt and cock are such horrid words…

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*Chapter 19 – Pleasures*

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“Ron?” A velvety female voice whispered across the short span between the two sleeping bags.

Ron’s fingers entwined behind his head, cradling it while he stared at the ceiling. He rolled it to the side to look at his newfound girlfriend.

“Yeah Phera?”

“You haven’t seen my room yet.”

He blushed unseen into the darkness, swallowing the lump in his throat.

“I guess I haven’t.”

“Would you like to?”

“Uh… yeah. Sure.”

Sephera pulled herself out of her purple sleeping bag. Ron slept with his unzipped, and flopped it open, taking the hand being offered him. They carefully stepped over the sleeping figures of their friennd snd slunk down the corridor, up the main staircase, and into the west wing. They passed the first two doors and froze at the third. She held her finger to her lips and mouthed the word “Dad,” before moving on to the end of the hallway. Turning the knob of the last door, it opened without so much as a creak. She pulled her boyfriend through the doorway and closed it behind them, casting silencing and locking spells for good measure.

“Incendio.” The fireplace roared to a blaze, and lanterns of every shape, form, and color sprang to life around the room. Sephera’s room was of a bohemian theme: the western wall was painted a pale shade of lilac, and the north and south walls were pale yellow. The eastern wall, which held large French doors that opened onto a balcony, was painted white to capture the rising sun in all its splendor. The deep maroon ceiling was graced with brightly glowing stars that could be dimmed and brightened by a spell. But not those kitschy muggle ones. These had been procured by her father on an ingredient-collecting trip to Australia when she was a child. The room was bordered in a paisley-patterned border of the same colors, and billowy white curtains hung across the windows. The furnishings were primarily natural-colored wicker. Ron’s jaw dropped as his eyes fell on an entire wall of quidditch posters and memorabilia. A broom was suspended from the ceiling, sporting a tag that read: “To Sephera Sn our our biggest fan, with kindest regards: George Connolly, Frederick Ryan, Dillwyn Troy, Erik Mullet, Patrick Moran, Sean Quigley, and Aidan Lynch.”

“You’ve got a Quidditch World Cup autographed broom!”

“Ain’t it great? Dad got it for me. He couldn’t go to the Cup with me, so he sent me with a group of friends from school. Made sure I had a great souvenir to remember it by though.” She pulled her black and maroon-embroidered robes from her shoulders and placed them across a chair, leaving her in a tight maroon spaghetti-strapped dress. She pulled her black hair up into a ribbon and sat on the bed.

Ron inched along the wall, inspecting the quidditch posters. “Chudley Cannons. Excellent. Appleby Arrows. Mehh… Tutshill Tornadoes. Gonna have Angie sign this one later?”

“I was going to ask her if maybe she’d take it to practice with her later, have the rest of the team sign it.”

“What are these things?”

“CDs. They’re a muggle invention. Check this out.” Sephera pulled a CD from the shelf, opened the case, and placed it inside her stereo system.

“What’s that?”

“CD player. Quit asking questions.” She grinned impishly. “Dad lets me bring all sorts of muggle contraptions home from San Francisco.” The CD started to play a mellow tune that layered piano with a gentle drumbeat, followed by raspy vocals.

“What’s wrong with that man’s voice?”

Sephera looked appalled. “I can’t believe you’ve never heard of the great Louis Armstrong! It’s called Jazz. It was big during the thirties and forties in thggleggle world. But I didn’t drag you up here for that.” She sauntered toward him. “The song’s called Cheek to Cheek. It’s about dancing. Shall we?” The two held each other close and swayed in the glow of the fireplace. The song played on.

“Those muggles are right.”

“How’s that?”

“Well the lyrics I mean. Heaven, I’m in heaven. And my heart beats so that I can hardly speak. All the rest of that…” He kissed her on the forehead. Sephera rested her hand on his chest.

“They’re right. Your heart is beating pretty fast…”

“That’s your fault. Sephera, I don’t think I’ve ever fallen for anyone so hard, so fast before.”

“I know what you mean. I met some pretty cool guys back at SFA, but nobody like you.” She pulled him back toward the bed and made him sit, crawling into his lap. Gazing into his eyes, she pressed her lips to his, never breaking eye contact. Sighing in delight, Ron’s eyes fluttered closed. She broke their kiss, then pressed her lips to each of his eyelids. Moving to his throat, she gave it a playful nip while loosening his maroon tie. As each button of his burgundy shirt came undone, another kiss was planted on the skin it exposed. She peeled his shirt from his shoulders and threw it onto a chair across the room. Returning back to turn her attentions to Ron’s lips, he wrapped his arms around her neck and began sliding the zipper on her dress down her back. He slipped the straps from her shoulders and slowly began peeling the top down. Sephera gasped as the cold night air hit her exposed nipples. Ron gasped when he noticed her state of undress.

“Let’s level the playing field, shall we?” Sephera made short order of his belt, then unzipped his black trousers. Ron kicked his shoes off and peeled his socks off with his toes. She shifted on his lap, enabling him to slide the trousers down his legs. He kicked them across the room, leaving him in dark green boxers covered in little gold fleur-de-lis.

“Sephera, I’ve never…”

“Shh.” She pressed her lips to his. “Don’t say anything. I want my first time to run on emotions, not words.”

“Me too.” She looked into his eyes and smiled in understanding, letting out a sigh of relief that neither of them would have any previous experiences to judge the other on.

Shimmying out of her dress, she pushed Ron back onto her bed. She crawled up his body, and resumed her attentions on his neck. After trailing light kisses across his shoulder blades and running her tongue across his nipples, Ron grabbed Sephera around the waist and rolled her onto her back.

“You randy girl, you.” Sephera giggled.

“Randy. Too great. I love British slang.”

“Shush. If I can’t ask about your CD wotsit, You can’t ask about my slang.”

He kissed her deeply, then trailed his tongue down her chin, her neck, between her cleavage, dipped into her belly button, then into her moist folds. Sephera gasped in surprise, her eyes clamped shut in pleasure. He gently exposed her core with his fingers and manipulated her with his tongue. One, then two fingers wriggled their way in, and she writhed at his touch. Ron delved into her center like a hummingbird does a delicate flower, and drank he nectar with delight. He looked up and locked eyes with Sephera. Her delicate nose scrunched up, her blue eyes blazed, and her pouty pink lips twisted in passion and delicate rosy breasts heaving in pleasure were almost enough to drive Ron over the edge without so much as a touch. Sephera saw the fire in his eyes and moaned out in pleasure, her breath coming in gasps as she made her orgasm known to her boyfriend. After a few incredible moments, she collapsed in exhaustion. Ron crawled up beside her and cradled her in his arms.

“Ron… you are… that was…” She breathlessly pressed her lips to his. “Stunning.” He resumed their kiss, pressing a knee between her thighs, and pushing himself up to hover over her form. Just as he was positioning himself at her entrance, she put a hand to his chest.

“Ron. I don’t know about this.”

“I know a charm for after.”

“No, I mean I don’t know if I’m ready. I love you, I really do. But I’m fifteen. You’re sixteen. We’ve got our whole lives ahead of us. I want to get to know you better before I do anything I might regret.” Ron moved to roll off her, but she wrapped her arms around his waist. “Not so fast.” She grinned and placed a kiss on his lips. Flipping him onto his back, she placed another kiss into the hollow of his neck. He crooked his head and looked at her in question.

“Now, what were you saying about randy girl?” She traced a circle around his adam’s apple and trailed down to his chest, where she repeated the process on each nipple. She ran her fingers through the sparse trail that led down to his best bits, then kissed where they left off. Suddenly, she stopped, but beamed up at him with a mischievous grin.

“Did you know the tongue is the strongest muscle in the human body?”

Ron whimpered in response, then found his voice. “Is it really?”

“Mmm hm.” She let her actions speak for themselves. Wrapping one hand around him and trailing her tongue around his head, she made him moan like Myrtle could only dream of. She ran her tongue down one side, back up the other, pressed the tip of her tongue into his cleft, took him deep into her mouth, and sucked like there would be no tomorrow. They made eye contact, and Sephera grinned as devilishly as she could, given the situation. She began to hum along with the song playing on her CD player. Ron’s eyes went as big as quaffles. She felt him tighten up, and shifted her mouth to one side. Ron’s eyes pinched shut in his moment of bliss. Keeping one hand on him, she cast a quick cleaning spell. He’d never know the difference. When he finally came to his senses, Ron dove up, pulled Sephera into his arms, and kissed her so passionately and deeply that she almost passed out from oxygen deprivation. Not tasting anything out of the ordinary, he gave her a knowing grin, and pulled her back down to lie beside him. They wrapped themselves around each other tightly, trying to relish the moment for everything it was worth before they had to creep downstairs and back into their sleeping bags.

Sephera reluctantly pried herself loose from her boyfriend’s grip, pulled a nightgown over her head, tossed Ron his trousers, and offered him a hand up. The snuck back down the hallway, into the ballroom, and crawled back into their sleeping bags.

Harry woke to the sound of shuffling sleeping bags. He rolled over, opened one eye, looked at his redheaded friend, and winked. Ron blushed, shook his head, and went to sleep.

A/N: Who likes lemons! Don’t raise your hand, leave a review!


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