The Storyteller

The next afternoon Pansy sent word to Ron that she would return with an update the next evening. Leeloo had delivered a message saying he would have dinner ready when she arrived.



Pansy was delighted that the printing was making excellent time. Ron’s book release would go off without any issues at all. She walked into Flourish and Blotts heading to the fiction section. She selected another of Ron’s books and quickly paid for it.



She spent the rest of the day reading and again she was impressed with his work. Ron had a talent for weaving an emotional tale.



She flooed to Ron’s house on time and was greeted by him in his front room, where he held out a hand. She took it and kissed his cheek. “Things couldn’t be more perfect right now.” She told him. “The print is on schedule and the orders are massive. This will be your best seller yet.”



“That’s great.” He said keeping an arm around her waist. “The perfect reason to celebrate.” He led her to the table where Leeloo had set the table, and pulled out a chair for her.



Dinner was superb and Ron was delighted with the updates she was giving him. She truly thought this would be his greatest success yet and he had a feeling she might be right. The numbers of pre orders she had given him were the largest of any of his previous books.



When dinner was over the moved to the front room sitting on the couch. “Pansy?” He said softly, taking her hand.



“Yes, Ron?” She asked, leaning closer, pulling his bicep between her breasts.



“I’d like you to stay the night.” He said, facing her direction.



“I’d like that too.” She said. He reached out a hand and touched her cheek, feeling for her lips with his thumb. He leaned over and kissed her.



Ron stood and held out a hand, which she took. With his other hand gliding along the walls he led her back to his room and shut the door. She didn’t know it but when Ron’s door was closed it was a signal to Leeloo and Zeus that he wanted privacy.



“Ron, I’m going to turn off all the lights.” She said.



“Why?’ He asked with a chuckle. “It won’t make a different to me.” He said as she pulled away and began extinguishing lights.



‘It makes a difference to me.” She said, putting out the last light, and shrouding the room darkness. “I want to see things as you see them.” She laughed. “And right now I don’t know where you are.”



Ron laughed. “Hold out your hands, follow the sound of my voice and try to picture in your mind what the room looked like when you put out the lights. I’m over here, I can tell your closer.”



“How can you tell where I am?” She asked holding out both hands until she felt a warm hand tough hers. She leaned into his warm frame.



“I can smell your perfume, and hear your steps getting closer.” He slid his arms around her waist, leaning down to kiss her cheek. “I can almost feel you getting closer to me.”



She hugged his shoulders. Feeling with her way along his arms and down his back to his shirt to pull it over his head. His skin was soft, his muscles toned and firm. She leaned down and inhaled, breathing in his soap and cologne, on fresh skin.



Ron leaned down kissing his way along her shoulder. His hands massaged her back, groped her ass and lifted her in his arms. Pansy held on as she was moved. She controlled her shaking and clutched him as he moved the few feet to the bed, and eased her on her feet.



“Are you alright?” He asked, cupping her jaw.



“Yes.” She said, still not letting go. “It was a little scary.” She admitted. ‘I thought I was going to fall down a hole.” She relaxed in his lap and let his fingers through her hair calm her.



“I know the feeling.” He leaned in and kissed her. “I’ll keep you safe.” She let her body fall back as Ron cradled her close and relaxed his body over hers.



As he moved over her, he used his whole body to touch her. She arched her feet over his calves, caressed his hips with her thighs, felt along his arms and back with her fingers. She drew a picture in her mind of what their bodies looked like, entwined together and touching with every inch of skin.



Ron searched out her nipples and took them in his mouth. The hardness in his mouth matched his body, erect and ready for her. Her body was responding eagerly. Removing her sight made her other senses work harder. She was taking in how he smelt, what he sounded like, what his skin tasted like, how his body felt on hers.



He hand slid down her body, and she opened her thighs wider so he could search out her slit. She groaned loudly as his fingers parted her lips and slid inside. She was soaked and coated his digits instantly.



The way she was writhing under him showed her impatience. She lifted her legs around his waist and pulled on his hips. Ron relaxed and let her maneuver him in position.



She curled her body into his as he submerged himself inside her. Ron’s whole body was warmed up as her heat enclosed over him. “Merlin Pansy…you feel glorious.” He whispered in her ear.



“Ron…..I…..” She couldn’t talk, she just gave in to feelings.



“I know, beautiful, I know.” He told her, taking her lips in a kiss, and absorbing her moans and groans to mix with his own. Their heated sounds filled their ears, they tasted each others lips tongues, and felt each others bodies, putting all their senses to work.



Pansy reached down with her hands, resting them on Ron’s ass to feel his hips curl inward as he thrust into her. He reached down and squeezed her ass, pulling closer with each thrust. She could practically see his body moving in her mind. The shine of their sweat was clear in her head.



She heard his groaning getting louder just like hers, she held him closer as her body tightened up. She shook and trembled as her body overloaded and went hurling over the edge. Ron held her tight as she twitched and flooded him with hot fluids.



Ron was right behind her and let his own body go while she was still in her frenzy. Her body accepted his release and their fluids mixed together just as their breathe did and as their bodies stayed twisted together.



Ron cradled her close, feeling her whole body along with his. “I don’t want to let go.” She whispered in his ear as her arms hugged him tighter.



“Then don’t.” He whispered back, letting his body fall to the side. They fell asleep face to face.