As Bates had promised, the guard let her in without any fuss and Susan waited in the locker room for the captain to decide they'd had enough for one day. After what seemed like an eternity, she heard the team approach, barking laughs punctuating raunchy jokes and playful ribbing of fellow teammates filling the room. Her breath caught when she saw Ron, and she ducked back out of sight so she wouldn't give herself away before it was time.

One by one, the Cannon players made excuses for having to leave right away. There were only a few who weren't quite able to keep the innuendo from their voices as they told Ron to have a 'good time' or to 'enjoy his shower'. Men. Finally it was just the two of them left, and she heard Ron turn on the shower, nearly giggling aloud when he cursed the initial blast of cold water.

Quickly and quietly, she shed her clothes, her heart beating a mile a minute. This evening would be one of the most memorable of her life. It was still up in the air whether that would be due to it's happy ending or the incredible humiliation she'd feel if things did not go well. She walked noiselessly to the showers, pausing a moment to admire the view that met her. Ron had his back to her, his hands busy running a bar of soap over her chest and soap and warm water cascaded over him. His back was lean and his arse firm. There was no getting around it, Ron was gorgeous.

"I tried hinting," she said, loud enough to be heard over the shower as she approached. "Double entendre didn't help. You seem to be immune to innuendo. Even parading around in my knickers didn't work. I'm at a loss, Ron." She pressed herself against his back, arms encircling his waist, so he could feel her bare skin against his own. "What's a girl got to do to seduce her boyfriend?"

Ron froze at the sound of Susan's voice in the shower with him.

How did she get in here?

It's amazing she came when she did, when no one else is here. That never happens.

When her arms went around him he shook his head, he didn't need to be thinking of either of those things right now. All of his breath left him in a rush when he felt her skin against his and knew she wasn't wearing anything.

"I didn't...I...I'm-" incredibly stupid. His cheeks flushed as he slowly turned around and looked down at Susan.

Susan took a step back, a smile curling her lips as her eyes ran over Ron's body. Seeing him in the nude certainly didn't make her want him any less. Finish the conversation, Bones. Do not attack him until things are clear between you. Meeting his eyes, she gestured to her own slight form.

"It's not much, I know. I'm a skinny little thing with no breasts to speak of, but I'm yours," she paused, uncertainty coming into her tone, "if you want me."

Ron groaned, thankful to have her invitation at last. Before he could say anything else, before he even realized it, his lips were on hers. He kissed her full on the mouth, almost harshly. His hands ran up her back and into her hair as he pulled back for a moment.

"You're perfect," Ron said, taking a moment to appreciate fully the view in front of him, feeling a pang in his chest when he thought she didn't feel adequate.

It took a moment for her head to clear, Ron's kiss had left her dazed and his words brought a blush to her face. Tracing her fingers lightly over his chest, she pressed a kiss to his breastplate. "So it's not disinterest that's kept you from touching me?" Her voice grew quiet and soft. "Because I'm tired of pretending my hands belong to you."

"No, I..." He brushed a lock of her hair away from her face. "It seems stupid now," he started as his face started to flush red, "but I thought I was waiting out of respect for you. I didn't know you were ready. I... some things I just need to hear from you."

"I'm ready," she breathed, rising on tiptoe to kiss his neck. Her arms encircled him, smoothing over each bit of exposed skin she passed. She wanted to feel his hands on her, to call his name as he moved inside her. "Make love to me, Ron. Please."

Ron groaned again, feeling himself growing even stiffer. "Do you know how long I've been waiting for you to say that?" He leaned down and kissed her again, a bit more vigorously this time. They stumbled against the shower wall, his hand coming up to protect her head just before it hit the wall.

"Here? Are you sure? We could apparate somewhere else, somewhere with a bed."

Susan's hand snaked down between them, curling tenderly around his length. This was more forward than she usually was, but now that what she'd been dreaming about for so long was finally coming to pass, an urgency had taken over. Stroking him lovingly, she peered up at Ron. "I'm sure. Here. Then in bed. And maybe on the sofa, or the countertop." Meeting his lips again, she moaned as he kissed her fiercely. It was going to be a good night.

"Oh my-" he started as his breathing grew heavier. Merlin. His hand hit the wall behind her as he tried to find a surface to hold on to. He leaned down to kiss her lips, his mouth moving from hers to trail down her cheek, her neck and to her collarbone. His other hand gripped her hip as she continued to stroke him. He raked his fingertips along her skin as he brought his hand to her breast, gripping her softly at first and then more fiercely.

Susan's breath caught as Ron's hands explored her, passion behind every touch. This was what she'd craved. It wasn't just about having sex; it was the security of knowing Ron wanted her, wanted to be intimate with her. Her free hand threaded through his hair, gentle pressure holding him where his lips were sending shivers down her spine.

Ron wished he could give Susan the attention she deserved, that he could pleasure her before letting himself go. He didn't have the patience for it. Though as much as he wanted to bury himself deep inside of her, he needed to make sure she was ready first. He slid his hand down her smooth skin and in between her legs, sliding a finger in her to see if she was ready.

Moaning as Ron gently probed her slick folds, Susan's hips rocked into the touch instinctually and her hand pumped him faster as her own need grew. "Ron," she cried, her breath coming in shallow pants. "Please, Ron. I need you. Now."

Rod nodded, his lips hovering over hers. "Right." He removed his finger from her and gripped her thigh, hoisting it up as he grabbed her other thigh to do the same. He looked down and saw she was staring up at him. The look in her eyes was sultry, it practically sent him over the edge. Before he could stop himself, he immersed himself into her fully with one quick thrust. He groaned, it felt so good. A sound from Susan brought his attention back to her and he realized he shouldn't have been quite so rough with her.

"Susan, I'm sorry," he breathed.

She hadn't expected him to be quite so forceful and her body wasn't used to the sudden invasion, but he hadn't hurt her. It only took a moment for the slight shock to wear off and the pleasure of having Ron buried to the hilt within her to make itself known. The tiles were cool against her back, a delicious contrast to the heat of Ron's body against hers. Giving him a soft smile to show she was alright, Susan nuzzled his neck as her body began to move with his. "You feel amazing," she whispered as she dropped hot kisses on his skin.

Ron paced himself as much as he could, trying to set a slow rhythm but soon found he was failing. As he moved faster and faster within her, he buried his face in her hair, leaving kisses along her hairline. It was one of his favorite things about her, her hair. He took her scent in, reveling in it as he enjoyed the feel of her around him.

Susan clutched at him, overwhelmed by the sensations he was arousing. Any worries she'd had that he wasn't attracted to her were well and truly quashed as Ron's frenetic movements brought her closer and closer to the edge. Her moans came in almost a steady stream, one fading into the next with only the barest pause for breath in between. As she neared her peak, Susan's body began to tense, her fingernails digging into his shoulders as she prepared for the dam to break.

Ron groaned as he felt himself grow close to his climax. He felt Susan's legs tighten around him, her walls tightening around him as well. His hold tensed, his grip so tight he would likely leave marks, but at that moment he couldn't bring himself to care.

"Susan," he said quickly with a grunt as he thrust within her once more and climaxed, spilling himself within her.

Feeling Ron let go pulled her over the edge, her muscles clenching around him as his name fell from her lips again and again like a mantra. Ron continued moving until the last of her tremors had faded, then slowly lowered her onto her feet again. Wrapped in his arms, her breathing slowing by degrees, Susan kissed his chest lightly, her voice scarcely a whisper as she murmured, "I love you."

Ron held her tight to his chest, his face buried in her hair. He felt incredibly lucky at the moment to have someone in his life like Susan. She was so beautiful, so amazing. He wondered how she could possibly love him? Ronald Weasley, the fuck up. He'd been missing her hints for months, how had she stayed?

"You are so... amazing," he said as he smoothed her hair down around her face.

She smiled up at him, giving her head a little shake. "No, I'm just a mousy little Hufflepuff. Nothing out of the ordinary. I'm your mousy little Hufflepuff, though."

The water was beginning to run cold, and she shivered. "We should probably get dressed and head home." Raising a brow, she grinned mischievously. "Maybe we can warm up under the covers, if you're not too tired."

He rubbed his hands up and down her arms to warm her, "I'm sure I'll manage something."

Summary: Susan's devious scheming about Ron finally comes to fruition! [NC-17]