Stormy Passion by Luvscharlie

The rain beat a steady pattern on the roof of the flat. The sound was one of the things Hermione loved most about being on the top floor. The thunder cracked outside and the lightning lit the room. She pressed her forehead against the window and stood transfixed as Mother Nature displayed her power in a grand spectacle of wind and rain.

She heard Ron roll over in the bed and reach for her. He stirred when he found her side of the bed was empty. Hermione didn't need to turn around to know what he was doing. Sight was superfluous when you knew someone the way she knew Ron. She turned to see him yawning and rubbing at his eyes.

"Whatcha doing?" he asked through a yawn.

"I couldn't sleep," she responded moving forward to take his proffered hand and climb back upon their bed. She curled up beside him and he drew her back against his chest as the lightning once more lit up their room.

"Wow, that's quite a storm out there."

"It's pretty. I've been watching it for a while."

Pushing the strap of her nightdress down her shoulder, Ron replaced it with his lips. "You know, since you're not sleeping anyway…"

Hermione turned in the circle of his arms and felt his growing erection press against her thigh. "Don't you want to watch the storm with me?" she asked. Her voice was teasing as her thumb brushed across his nipple. His sharp intake of breath made her smile. "What's wrong, Ronald? You have something else on your mind, do you?"

"I do, indeed," he said capturing her hands and pinning them above her head as he kneed apart her thighs. He wound his fingers into her hair and kissed his way down her neck. His cock was hard and pressing into the tender flesh of her inner thigh. She heard him swear, his voice a mere whisper on her skin. "Fuck, baby. I don't think I can wait. I want you."

Wrapping her legs around his waist, Hermione arched her back and drew his full length into her. "No need to wait, Ron."

"God, Hermione, you're wet," he said, setting a steady pace as his fingers teased at her clit and his lips closed over her nipple.

She clutched at his shoulders, scraping her nails down his back. They climaxed simultaneously, in an explosion of passion that made the violence of the storm outside pale in comparison to the one inside their room.

Fin.

A/N: Written as a birthday fic with a prompt of Rain