Ransom Drysdale: Manipulation

Never in a million years

Over the next two months, Hermione and Ransom walked on eggshells together. Hermione had finished the book and got it proof read, she was in the process of getting it published. That would take another few months.

Hermione and Ransom worked together but most of the time Ransom had the place to himself while Hermione was writing or in meetings. When they were around each other, it'd be small talk and stolen glances.

Hermione couldn't get Ransom to talk to her. He was a brick wall, closing himself off to the world, once again. It was killing him even more that it was her.

The little dresses or skirts she'd always wear, he'd find himself fantasizing about sliding them up, like they did in the limo.

She couldn't stop thinking about what she had read in his journal either. About all the things he wanted to do to her, or he wanted her to do to him.

She wanted to do them too, it's all she could think about. And today was harder than ever. She was wearing a light pink strapless dress. It was short and had a tie around the neck and unattached sleeves.

And he wore grey sweatpants and a t-shirt. It was her first time seeing him in something so casual, so domestic. She wanted to take it off. And he imagined taking her dress off.

Ransom was about to leave for the night. He grabbed his phone and keys from next to the register. Hermione was sitting behind it trying to read but she couldn't.

"I'm going to head out, I'll see you tomorrow. Goodnight Hermione." Her eyes traced every inch of his body and she couldn't help herself. "Ransom?"

She stood up from her seat and he watched her as she walked towards him. He sets his phone and keys back down and steps towards her.

She stands in front of him, her hand moves to the side of his cheek and her eyes flicked back and forth from his lips to his eyes. "Hermione, we can't" He whispers.

Regardless of his words their faces inch closer to one another. He can't help himself. He's drawn to her. He simply cannot stay away from her, even though he tried like hell.

"We can." Hermione whispers back. Their lips finally meet and they can't stop themselves. Their kiss becomes ferocious. Not being able to get enough they claw at their clothes.

Finally willing themselves to stop, they shut the lights off and drag each other up the stairs. When they get upstairs Ransom picks Hermione up, her legs wrap around his waist as they lock their lips once again.

Her fingers tangle through his hair as he lays her on the bed. He doesn't waste any time. His hands slide up her dress and pull her white laced panties down and throws them onto the floor.

He kisses his way up her thighs to her heat. She gasps at the feeling of his mouth on her like that. It was even better than she had imagined.

Fire burned in them. It was a raging fire that felt like it would never go out. He worked her over until she was writhing beneath him begging him not to stop.

She was getting close to her first climax of the night and he could tell. He slid two fingers into her, hitting her g-spot several times before she finally came.

Relief washed over her, but they weren't done. Not by a long shot. Taking a brief moment to catch her breath before pulling Ransom into another igniting kiss.

He wanted to see all of her, but her dress was like a maze. He didn't know how to take it off. It had three different pieces to it. "Take this off." It came out more dominant than he intended.

She liked how it sounded, she liked seeing his dominant side. She wanted to play along. After all they had both said they had wanted to try role playing in the limo. "Yes sir."

She smirked as she pulled the dress down, it may have looked hard to remove but all he had to do was slide it down. The only thing she had left was the string around her neck.

Ransom didn't waste time pulling it off. He was gentle and he followed the motion with sweet kisses to her neck. He explored the rest of her body with his hands, his eyes, and his mouth.

Not missing an inch of flesh. She moaned as he sucked on her skin leaving marks, licking the bruises after making them, then placing more soft kisses.

They sit up and she pulls his shirt off, her eyes light up seeing what's underneath. His chiseled abs mesmerizing. She kisses down his abs and they flip over so she's on top.

She kisses the now exposed skin, not missing any, like he did. He helped her take off his pants and boxers. They continue to make out as his hands worship her body. Exploring her curves.

"Ransom?" She whines as he kisses her neck and chest. He had maneuvered his way back on top. "Yes sweetheart?" He mocks the neediness in her voice.

"I need you." He was fully aware. He could feel how bad she needed him as his hands worked over her. "Oh I know baby." He smirks and she can see the fire in his ice blue eyes, along with a hint of green that made them that much more dangerous.

He kissed her like he'd never kissed anyone before as he slowly buried himself deep inside of her. She loved the feeling of him pushing inside of her.

They became one with each other, he had thought before he just wanted her for sex, but now...he knows it's more. It was so. Much. More.

He needed her. He may be the one filling her right now but she was the one who made him, whole. She completed him. He couldn't pretend like he didn't want to be with her anymore.

Their bodies move in unison, dragging each other to finish, Ransom refused to finish until Hermione did.

Before, he would finish and leave whatever girl he was with high and dry. Now, he couldn't imagine doing that to Hermione. He wanted to make sure she got the pleasure she needed.

They came down from their high and he laid on her chest. He held her close and placed sweet kisses on her collar bone, he looked up at her and their eyes met.

They smiled as they looked into each others eyes and planted another gentle kiss on her collar bone. "Hermione?" He moved up laying his head on her shoulder and kissing her neck.

"Hmm?" She mumbles, tired and happy. "I-I changed my mind about what I said." He pulls his head off her shoulder and sits up, she follows, his hand finds its home on her cheek, his thumb stroking it carefully.

"I still don't deserve you, but I can't stay away from you. I want to be with you Hermione." Her face twists into a look he's never seen before.

"Ransom, I knew you would come around eventually, but waiting was painful. I want to be with you too, but I need us to take baby steps. Can we do this right? I want this to work."

He smiles and kissed her forehead. He pulled her into a hug and they laid back down with each other. "Yes, we can, but you realize we've already slept together twice now right?"

"No more." She chuckles as she kisses his chest. "You know taking baby steps isn't going to work. The feelings are already there. But we can try. I can take you out tomorrow, after work, a date?"

"Yea?" She chirps, he nods and they snuggle closer. "Yea." He whispers back. "Now go to sleep, we have work tomorrow. And you're tired."

"I'm supposed to be the boss here Ransom." He chuckles and shifts so she's laying on his chest. "Not in the bedroom." She giggles and kisses him again.

What the hell has she done to him? Never in a million years did he see him self like this. "Goodnight my little bookworm." She can't help but laugh, "Goodnight handsome."