Author: eena_angel2001
Email: igrewal@sfu.ca or eena_angel@hotmail.com
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Willow/Ron
Summary: Response to the Quickie Challenge, Pairing # 22.
Notes: I'm changing a few things, making Willow the same age as Ron
and having her at Hogwarts since she was sixteen.
Notes2: Companion piece to Visions and Impressions
Her mouth was heaven.
There was no other word for it. It was pure heaven. Her lips were
soft, like silken flower petals. Just the right tinge of pink that
made him crazy. And her habit of biting it didn't help his self-
control any. He wanted to be the one biting it, drawing it between
his teeth, and sucking on those tender lips.
She tasted like strawberries, sweet and fresh. Her tongue was quite
daring, going out to meet his without much prodding on his behalf.
She was just so sweet and tasted just right, he didn't ever want to
let her go.
Soft skin, unblemished and delightfully pale. And prone to blushing
that covered every inch of her beautiful body. Well, every inch of
what he had seen so far. But he didn't doubt that it encompassed her
whole.
She was the perfect kisser. Small little pecks turning into steamy
exchanges just at the right time. And she loved to touch him, to
have him touch her. As it was right now, they were in the broom shed
beside the Quidditch pitch, with her seated on a table so he wouldn't
have to bend over so far to reach those wonderous lips of hers.
There was a great disparity in their heights, she was so small and he
had grown quite a bit. He towered over her now, just shy of six
feet. She loved it, giving him such looks at times he was amazed
that he didn't succumb to the urge to take her right there and then.
Which would have been bad, considering how often she did that in
classes.
She was the best girlfriend, not afraid to let him have his way with
her. But not in that sense, you know, because after all, they both
just sixteen. But when they did, it would be a perfect experience,
he didn't doubt it.
But for now, they settled for heavy petting and steamy make out
sessions. Like now, with him standing in between her legs, a hand
sidling up her back as she had allowed him to pull her shirt free of
her skirt. She wasn't embarrassed in the least to have him touch her
like that, often guiding his hands higher, to be more bold. Did he
mention she was the best girlfriend?
The sweet sounds she made while he kissed her were heavenly in
themselves. Cute little moans, a whimper or two when she felt like
it. A sweet backdrop to their kissing.
But there was just one problem.
"Aren't we fighting?"
He had managed to pull back, gasping for air as she peppered his neck
with tiny little kisses. She didn't seem to want to pay much
attention to his question, carrying on much like they had before.
"Willow?"
She gave an irritated sigh, looking at him right in the eyes.
"We are fighting," she clarified, stealing another quick kiss. "I'm
still very angry with you."
"Oh."
And then they were back to kissing, hands continuing on their former
path. But there was one more thing bothering him.
"If we're fighting, why are we kissing?"
She rolled her eyes at him, giving him a bit of a glare.
"We're not (kiss) kissing, so much as (kiss) fulfilling our mutual
needs."
That was not the answer he expected. She seemed to think it
sufficed, nibbling a bit on his earlobe.
"So what you're saying is, though we're fighting, we just can't keep
apart?"
"Essentially," she nodded, leaning in for another kiss. And that
continued on for about another minute before:
"Then can't we just not be fighting anymore?"
"Absolutely not," she disagreed, moving her lips down to his chin and
sucking a bit on the skin there. "I'm still very angry with you."
"I don't know why," he grumbled, stealing a kiss from her. "I'm the
one with real reason to be mad."
"You do (kiss) not," she protested, pulling back to glare at him.
This time it was he who continued the kissing while she spoke.
"You should have told me about that damn vision thing," she let out
in between a series of contented moans. He rolled his eyes, giving
her a bit of a look.
"What good (kiss) would it have done (kiss)?"
"I had a right to know," she insisted, whimpering when he moved his
mouth over her pulse point. "You should have told me that Trelawny
predicted us."
"I didn't believe her," he retorted, coming up to shrug his
shoulders. "She's hardly ever right anyway."
"But (kiss) I showed up. (Kiss) Just like she said."
"Well, she is a teacher," he pointed out. "She could have just known
you were coming ahead of time."
"Don't try and (kiss) talk your way out of this (kiss) Ron Weasley,"
she glared at him. "You should have told me (kiss) that she foresaw
us (kiss) having a baby."
"Why?" he countered. "So you could have felt weird (kiss) about all
this?"
"I would (kiss) not have!"
The look he gave her spoke of his disbelief. She growled a bit,
pulling him in for another series of kisses.
"Besides, I have the real reason to be angry," he mumbled after a
bit. Willow gave a sigh of frustration.
"Not this again."
"What?" he glared at her, kissing the corner of her mouth in the next
second. "You're always just letting him hang about-"
"Draco (kiss) is a nice guy (kiss)."
"No (kiss) he is (kiss) not."
"You don't know him like I do."
"He's a bleeding arse! Complete prat (kiss)!"
"He's just (kiss) misunderstood (kiss)."
"He (kiss) just (kiss) wants (kiss) in your pants (kiss)."
"I'm not having this argument with you again Ron," she stated
firmly. "Draco (kiss) is just a friend (kiss)."
"He (kiss) wants to be more than just your friend (kiss)."
"We're never going to agree on this (kiss)."
"That's because (kiss) you refuse to believe I'm right (kiss)."
"You are not."
"Are too."
"Are not."
"Are too."
"We are not doing this again."
Then there was silence, the two of them engaging in deeper kissing
while they simmered.
"So, I guess we're still fighting," Ron mumbled after a bit. She
nodded, taking his lips with her own.
"Still fighting," she purred in agreement. He grinned, giving her a
breathless kiss.
"So is this the process of making up?"
"No," she drew away from him at this point.
"We're still fighting. You'll know when we're making up."
He gave a shiver of anticipation.
Fighting wasn't as bad as some people made it out to be. In fact, he
thought they should engage in it more often. Say, a weekly basis.
Interesting thought. He'd bring it up to her after they made up.
She was bound to see the benefits.
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