A/N: Originally Published for the Romione Quickiefest on Tumble on and On. - DG

"Hermione, I'm home." Ron took out his galleons bag and his overcoat off, putting both on the chair at the bar, praying that Hermione had a meal ready for him – or was willing to get some takeaway from Hannah at the Leaky Cauldron. Bugger George that he had to stay and close, even if he wasn't supposed to work today. Eight turned into ten, with the inventory that was left for him to manage.

A noise from the bedroom told him that Hermione was with Hugo, probably nursing the hungry poppet. She took off six months with the birth of Hugo, thinking that he'd be as hard as Rose was. Hugo was, in his own ways, like sleeping as little as Hermione did and being as fussy. He should have known since Rose was a brilliant sleeper.

He toed off the uncomfortable shoes and padded down the hall to their bedroom. Sure enough, she was lying in bed, with the charmed television on, holding a sleeping Hugo and watching a movie.

"Honey, didn't you – " He turned and saw what had her mesmerized on the screen and felt his ears go immediately red. Bloody fuck! "Why the hell are you watching this?"

She turned from the screen and saw his face bright red and his ears to match. She was flushed in the face and on her chest, considering she'd finished nursing him half an hour earlier, by his guess.

"I saw this at the corner and thought I'd like to watch it. I didn't realize it had – " Ron saw her pause the movie at a rather tawdry moment. The bloke in it was, frankly, impressive, if he was going to compare.

"Did you honestly think I was watching this for the pornography? The movie summary interested me and had my favorite actor in it. So I wanted to watch it, considering how boring it is at home when you're at work."

His wife was getting bent and using those bigger words that turned him on. Instead, he leaned over and took Hugo from her arms with the sole intention of putting him down for a nap. "You don't need that shite, not when me in the house." His voice came out a hoarse whisper.

"And since I'm caring for our children, you're working sixty hours a week to keep food on the table," she hissed back.

"We'll talk as soon as I put our son to bed. You wait here." He departed and returned a few minutes later, locking the door behind him. "Now, why the fuck were you watching porn with naked men?"

"You think I'm turned by pornography? I didn't know there was male frontal nudity in it." She stuck her chin up and her chest out. Ron felt his trousers getting tight since she was still nursing and quite buxom now.

"Sure. Since I'm busy you're sitting there watching some bloke – "

"You should recognize him since he was in your favorite movie series!"

"That's not the point, Hermione! The dude was showing off his cock. You have mine; you don't need to see anyone else's!" Ron dropped his trousers and pants, demonstrating what she did for him, especially after the two precious children they had. "Merlin, is this not enough for you?" He fought with the irrational jealousy in his heart.

Hermione licked her lips and her tits poked out from his old shirt.. "Well, he is nice," she started and he pulled her close, working his hand into her knickers.

"My cock is the only one you need," he growled before pushing her back onto the bed.

She grinned and pulled her top open, showing her breasts and how excited she was. "He's married so I don't want or need his penis. I rather have yours."

Ron pushed her back onto the bed, pulling off her sleep trousers and knickers. She was already glistening, hopefully from him and not the git on the screen.

"I told you, I'm all you need." He knelt down and dove into her body, working efficiently to get her pulling his hair and squeezing his head between her knees. He thrust three fingers inside her and she howled when he pinched her bundle of nerves between his calloused fingertips.

He stood and he plunged into her, ploughing hard and fast, like they used to when they were younger and rushing to not get caught. But he was angry, at being jealous and needed her to beg for him. "Tell me what you want," Ron growled. "Beg me to fuck you into oblivion."

"Yes, please, Ron, fuck me."

"Tell me that I'm the only one that makes you wet. Tell me I'm the only one you want to suck!"

"Yours, Ron, only yours!" He raced through her second orgasm, praying his stamina could hold out another five minutes. He moved her knees to his elbows, putting a knee on the bed to thrust deeper into his wife, feeling her fanny on the edge of his bits.

"Come for me," he insisted and shoved a wet thumb onto her clit. She screamed, clamping down on him. He exploded deep inside her. "You're mine, not that Scottish wanker!" Ron sat down hard on the edge of the bed, trying to catch his breath. His ears turned red and so did his neck.

"Yes, I am." They were quiet while catching their breath.

"Ron," Hermione moved on the bed and ran her fingers down his back, bringing gooseflesh up. "You know you're it for me. There is no one else. The kids prove that."

"I know but you were licking your lips at the bloke." He saw her sitting to the side. "I got a little jealous."

"There's no need. Your wand is more impressive."

"Really?" He felt a renewed stirring.

"Unlike him, you're a Keeper." Hermione pulled him back down onto the bed, intending to show him that he was a Keeper.

A/N2: Some language changed from original publishing. - DG