Pansy's Parchment II

Over the next couple of weeks, Pansy becomes frustrated. Ron could see the conflict in his wife’s face. She wanted to focus on getting pregnant, but was trying to relax and just couldn’t. When her monthlies arrived she fell into a depression. She still wasn’t pregnant and she was trying very hard to think it wasn’t her fault.



Ron made a detour to Neville’s house while he was out getting the shopping. “Neville she’s practically in tears. When she got her period the other day she didn’t even leave bed.”



Neville was very sympathetic. “This is typical some women. Pansy spent the whole five years of your marriage making sure she didn’t get pregnant, now that she wants to have a baby, she thinks it will happen right away and nature may have other plans.”



“Is there anything I can do for her, at least for the depression?” He asked. “This is bad. She doesn’t want to do anything, it’s like her familiar died or something.”



“That bad?” Neville asked.



“I had to remind her to shower, I’ve brought a tray to her at breakfast, but I had to carry her to the table after that. I had to dress her myself, Neville I’ve never seen her like this. This sadness has taken her over.” Ron was desperate for any advice, Neville saw it on his face.



“When her period stops, take her away. Take her on a holiday, someplace special and just relax. Have fun during the day and make love at night. Focus on each other while you are there. With or without a baby, you two are still married and you need time for you.” He said.



“That’s a good idea.” Ron said, then he sat straight up.



Neville grinned. “You have a place in mind?



“I have the perfect spot in mind. Thanks Neville.” He hurried out and away to make preparations.







Three days after Pansy’s period had stopped, Ron approached her as she folded clothes in their bedroom. “Pack up let’s go.” He pulled out a charmed sack and waved his wand. Clothes started flying into the bag, filling it up.



“Ron what are you doing?” She asked.



“We are taking a little trip.” He said, grabbing cloaks. The closed bag flew to his shoulder. “Let’s go.”



“Where.” She came forward and took her cloak.



“It’s a surprise.” He took her hand and with a loud crack apparated them both away.



“Oh Ron, this is wonderful.” She nearly cried when she saw the cottage they stayed out during their honeymoon. It was painted a new color and the flora and foliage had changed but she would recognize that cottage anywhere. “How long are we staying here.”



“Two weeks.” Ron said.



She looked up at him smiling. “Just like our honeymoon.”



“Yes.” He unwarded the cottage and she walked around, bringing back the memories. Everything was the same, the layout hadn’t changed. She even noticed that Ron had filled it up. Food and supplies were ready for their two week holiday.



“Pig!” She exclaimed as she saw the owl in a perch in the corner of the front room.



“Yep. He can fly around in new land for awhile.” Ron moved to the kitchen and opened a bottle of wine. He came back into the front room with two glasses and poured. They sipped wine and relaxed. Pansy had done nothing but errands and housework all day, so he didn’t initiate sex. Tomorrow was another day though.



Pansy had a restful sleep, and woke to the smell of fresh coffee and sausage. Ron brought in a tray and together they ate breakfast. “Ronald?” She said.



He chuckled and then spoke. “Yes?”



“What’s so funny?” She asked.



“I’m just remembering our honeymoon, and how you always said ‘Ronald’ when you were going to ask me for something.” He told her. “Do you remember?”



“Yes.” She said with a blush, thinking of how shy she seemed.



“Well, what is it?” He asked.



“I was remembering too. The talk we had that first night.” She said. “After our first time.’



“I do remember. We sat here and talked about our new marriage.” He said.



“Yes, and I said I would never refuse you anything, because you could have taken so much from me.” She said.



“I remember that talk well. You said that I didn’t deny you anything, so you would never deny me anything.” He told her.



“We agreed that we might even have a loving marriage one day.” She said. “I think we found it.”



“Yes, we did.” He said, setting the tray aside and taking her in his arms. “Come, on. I have something planned for today.”



“You do?” She asked. “Yes, I do.”



They dressed in casual clothes and took a walk along a lake. Behind a grove of trees, Pansy’s heart stopped. A picnic was laid out, on a red blanket, with a basket and a vase holding a bottle of champagne. “This is so sweet of you.” She said as she sat.



“I thought you might like it.” He said. They spent a lazy afternoon by a small creek, enjoying the sounds of nature around them.



“You are such a romantic.” Pansy told him, letting her legs stretch out as Ron rested his head in her lap.



“That’s me. Mr. Romantic.” He let his eyes drift shut as she ran her fingers through her hair. “That feels nice.”



“You like that, do you?” She asked, shifting his slightly, so his head was resting on one thigh. “Did you get enough to eat love?” She asked with a grin.



Ron opened his eyes and looked up at his wife, grinning. “That depends on what you’re talking about.”



Pansy smiled down at him. She had thought something like this might occur and had planned well. She eased out from under his head and rose up on her knees, looking down at him. He was looking at her too. Her knees were on either side of his head and he could smell her. She was turned on. Moving closer, she placed herself over his face and dropped her skirt. She loved the images of his body emerging from under her skirt.



She let her head roll back as his tongue searched her out. His hands reached up and groped her ass. Her skirt was shifted about as her husband tasted and teased her. She reached out with her hands and felt the hardness of his chest. She moved further and felt the hardness of his cock through his trousers.



While Ron had managed to work a hand under her and was sliding two fingers in and out as he flicked his tongue over her clit. She unfastened his trousers and fished out his cock, thick and pulsing, dripping with clear sweet droplets.



Taking him in her mouth, she felt the vibrations of his groan as together in perfect sync they paid each other an oral service, that only lovers understood. Pansy was frantic. She needed him and she loved it when her body needed him.



She pulled away and climbed across his body, straddling his hips backwards. She reached out and braced her hands on either side of his knees, while his hands on her ass guided her down on him.



He groaned loudly as she sat straight up and took him completely inside her. He felt her ass flexing as she rode him, and the sight of her ass when he lifted her skirt drove him mental. Her smooth skin, and that slight ripple as she bounced about was intoxicating.



Pansy rode him harder and harder, taking his hardness as deep as she could. She reached down and found her clit with her fingers. Ron knew what she was doing, he had taught it to her. It allowed him to focus on her face while she gave in to pleasure. He loved to watch her lose control.



She rocked her hips harder and harder, thrust her hips, until Ron felt the tale tell squeezing. He fought to control himself as he was bathing in her juices. When she calmed down after a few minutes, he went for his own release.



Planting his feet on the ground, he bent his knees slightly and pushed up, thrusting into her. Pansy held onto his knees, holding her breathe as he fucked her hard. If she didn’t hold on, she would be dislodged. Ron was grunting behind her like an animal. His grip on her hips tightened and he thrust harder and deeper.



He howled out and thrust so hard she was lifted up and then down as his body went slack and he heaved for air. She leaned forward and braced her weight between his legs.



As he came back down to earth she looked at her surroundings. “Ron, do you remember that photographer who took our picture during out honeymoon?” She suddenly thought of the dangers of sex in the open, especially with Ron’s known status.



“Oh shit!” Ron lifted his wife off his lap and the two quickly scrambled into their clothes.