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Summary: W/Ron Weasley. A Quickie Challenge Response.

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Harry Potter > Willow-Centered > Pairing: Ron Weasley(Site Founder)JinniFR1811,441031,80320 Jan 0320 Jan 03Yes
Title: Your Body is a Wonderland
Author: Jinni (druscilla@cox.net or jinni@moonlitpaths.com)
Rating: R
Pairing: W/Ron Weasley
Genre: BtVS/HP Crossover.
Disclaimer: All things BtVS belong to Joss Whedon, et al. The wonderful world of Harry Potter belongs to JK Rowling, et al. All hail JK Rowling for finishing book five!!!! The song is “Your Body is a Wonderland” by John Mayer. It’s a wonderful song. I wholeheartedly recommend it.
Distribution: WLF, WLS, NHA, BMP, Aislin, Serena.
Author’s Note: Pairing #22 at The Quickie Challenge: http://quickie.moonlitpaths.com
Author’s Note: Also archive at: http://www.tthfanfic.org/

~*~*~

“Ron. . . .”

“Shhh. . . Just lay there. . .”

Willow smiled, relaxing her body back into what felt like a very large pile of down pillows. A happy sigh escaped her lips. With the blindfold over her eyes every other sense was so much more heightened. She could hear every little movement, could smell something like cinnamon coming from nearby, and the feel of the pillows beneath her was like silk on her bare skin.

This was beginning to look like an anniversary to remember.

~*~*~
We got the afternoon
You got this room for two
One thing I've left to do
Discover me
Discovering you
~*~*~

Ron Weasley, youngest male in the Weasley family, stared down at the naked, sprawled body before him, smiling softly in anticipation. The idea had been Hermione’s, something he had overheard her mentioning once when she was chatting with Parvati. He had never thought all those years ago that he would ever have a chance to use such a wonderfully romantic and erotic idea on anyone.

And then he had met Willow.

And she changed his life.

He knelt down next to the mound of pillows, placing a feather light kiss on her lips. She arched up, seeking more, but he pulled back, answering her moan of sadness with a chuckle.

“All in good time,” he teased gently, softly.

~*~*~
One mile to every inch of
Your skin like porcelain
One pair of candy lips and
Your bubblegum tongue
~*~*~

Willow felt as though her senses were on fire by the time his hands first touched her body, trailing touches that were almost too delicate to believe from her cheek to her calves, and then back up again. Over and over, as if stoking the fire in a furnace made of glass.

She was moaning, her soft cries filling the air around her; her body arching up to seek out his touch each time he took it from her. But he would only chuckle and move away. Behind the blindfold she had her eyes closed and was picturing how he looked as he sat there, next to her. His hair would be falling in his eyes; he needed to have it cut. And his eyes would be sparkling, the way they did when he was happy or lusting.

“I love you,” she whispered into the air, gasping as his fingers brushed over her erect nipples.

“I love you, too,” Came the reply.

She smiled despite the aching need in her body, waiting to see what would happen next.

~*~*~
Cause if you want love
We'll make it
Swimming a deep sea
Of blankets
Take all your big plans
And break 'em
This is bound to be a while
~*~*~

Ron lowered his mouth to the tender flesh of her neck, placing a gentle kiss upon its surface. She moaned, rising up to meet his lips; and again he pulled away. It he could look into her eyes at that moment he knew what he would see – frustration. Passionate, desperate frustration.

He slowly placed his mouth on her skin again, tasting the soft saltiness of the sweat that covered her flesh. It tasted like ambrosia to his mouth, and he licked a line of wetness across her skin, blowing upon it with the cool air of his mouth. Over and over he did this, moving to the other side of the pillow mound when he could no longer reach spots that he had not touched on the first side.

She was writhing on the silk-covered pillows by the time he finished, every inch of the front of her body kissed. He pushed aside the painful throbbing in his own body, determined to do this right even if it meant he exploded from the frustration he was laving not only upon her, but upon himself as well.

~*~*~
Your body Is a wonderland
Your body is a wonder (I'll use my hands)
Your body Is a wonderland
~*~*~

Willow could have screamed by the time he ceased with his oral assault upon her body. She was dripping, sopping wet; yet he did not go ‘there’ with his marvelous tongue and mouth. No, that he left alone.

She wanted him, all of him, inside of her at that moment. Any way she could get him. But her hands were still bound by his magic, her eyes still covered by the blindfold. Had it been any other way she would have jumped him, forced him back onto the pillows and then impaled herself upon his hardness.

But she was tied up and he was not.

And now his warm hands were coming back to her flesh, and the scent of cinnamon intensified tenfold as those slick digits touched her, massaging warm wetness into her skin and muscles.

~*~*~
Something 'bout the way your hair falls in your face
I love the shape you take when crawling towards the pillowcase
You tell me where to go and
Though I might leave to find it
I'll never let your head hit the bed
Without my hand behind it
~*~*~

“Still love me?” Ron questioned, his mouth merely an inch from his lover’s earlobe.

“Forever.” She moaned as his hands found another sensitive spot on her shoulders.

He grinned, massaging the scented oil deeper into her skin, letting the magically enhanced substance work its magic, heating up her muscles and relaxing them ten times better than any Muggle means could have done.

“Even if I keep doing this for another thirty minutes?”

She frowned, sticking out her lower lip.

“But. . . I want to see my Ron. I want to touch him and love him and feel him and grope him and. . .”

He laughed.

“I get the picture.”

“Do you?” She smirked, sticking her tongue out at him. “’Cuz if not you can take this blindfold off and I’ll be happy to give you some ‘hands on examples’ of what I’d like to do to you.”

He just laughed and continued the massage, silently vowing to let her go in the very near future.

~*~*~
you want love?
We'll make it
Swimming a deep sea
Of blankets
Take all your big plans
And break 'em
This is bound to be a while
~*~*~

Willow didn’t know how much longer she could take. Certainly her body would spontaneously combust at any moment now and take the pillows and Ron along with her in a burning whirlwind of desire. She moaned, struggling against the magical restraints that held her as his lips sucked on that earlobe he had just been whispering near, his hands massaging at her stomach, fingers sliding near her ribs, along the soft curve of the underside of her breasts.

“Ron. . . Please.. . . Let me go. . .” She pleaded, whispering her entreaty to the man she could not see.

“And if I do?”

She grinned and knew it was just a touch evil and mostly sensual.

“All I’ll say is that you won’t be sorry.”

~*~*~
Your body Is a wonderland
Your body is a wonder (I'll use my hands)
Your body Is a wonderland
~*~*~

Two hours later found them laying in the middle of a pile of pillows that was now more or less strewn about the room, the silk coverings long since torn off in the heat of passion. Willow stretched her body out next to Ron’s, smiling into his sleepy face.

“Thank you. That was the best anniversary present ever.”

He smiled and reached for the small stand he had used as a table for the oils and their wands, plucking a box she hadn’t even noticed from it.

“That wasn’t your present, love. This is.”

She took the box with trembling fingers, opening it slowly, her eyes watering when she saw what it contained.

“Yes.” Her voice shook, but her hands were steady, as she pulled the ring out from the velvet interior, slipping it onto her finger. It resized itself automatically to the perfect fit.

Ron grinned and grabbed her for a kiss.

“Good.”

Willow giggled, still awestruck by the ring, the unspoken question, and the reality that by this time next year she would be Mrs. Willow Weasley.

That had a nice sound to it.

~*~*~
Damn baby
You frustrate me
I know you're mine all mine all mine
But you look so good it hurts sometimes

~*~The End~*~

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