Night Changes

nine

Florence breathed heavily as her back arched off the bed. Her nails dug into Ron's shoulder. "Please," She pleaded. "Come on, baby, you have to use your words. Tell me what you want," Ron whispered as his lips traced over her neck.

Florence let out a whine. She didn't know exactly what she needed, she just knew that she wanted Ron to touch her anywhere. Everywhere.

"Fuck me, please, Ron, fuck me," She breathed out. Ron smirked against her skin as his hands rubbed Florence's thigh. "You want me to fuck you, baby? Show you how much I worship your body?" Ron asked. Florence groaned. She laced her fingers into Ron's hair and tugged him towards her lips.

Florence's eyes shot open. She stared up at her ceiling for a moment, trying to make sense of everything she saw. She had had a sex dream about Ron. A sex dream...about Ron.

Florence shifted and couldn't resist a groan when she felt the effects of dreaming about sex. She covered her face with both of her hands as she felt her entire body go hot. How could she have a sex dream about Ron? Sure their interaction in the kitchen the other day had been...interesting to put it lightly. Interesting and complicated and...hot. Florence couldn't deny that it had been hot.

She certainly had been thinking about it more. Thinking about Ron more, which came along with talking to Ron less. Florence had done everything, absolutely everything in her power to avoid Ron yesterday. She planned to do the same today as well. Not talking to and avoiding Ron, would be a lot better than if it actually happened. No matter how badly Florence's body wanted it to happen (and a small portion of Florence, herself). She was royally fucked.

Her door opened and Florence looked up to see Harry. "Wanna play monopoly with me?" Harry asked. Florence sat up. "Do you remember what happened last time we all played monopoly? Pa threw the game out," Florence told him. "We don't even have it," That was a lie. James just kept it under lock and key.

Harry nodded. "Oh...right," He seemed to think for a moment. "Puzzle?" He asked. That way they didn't have to fight over any game. Florence nodded. "I'll be down in a minute. Go pick one out," She told him. Harry nodded as he turned and left the room, leaving the door wide open.

Florence rolled her eyes as she climbed out of bed. "And if you could learn how to shut a door, that would be great!" She shouted after him. "Learn how to make friends then and stop stealing mine!" Harry shouted back.

Florence walked over to her dresser and pulled out a pair of sweatpants. She pulled them on before heading downstairs. Florence jogged downstairs to see Harry sitting on the couch, a puzzle box sitting on top of the coffee table. Florence strolled over and sat on the floor on the other side of the coffee table.

She picked up the box to see Harry had chosen the circular solar system puzzle. Florence pulled the lid off as Harry watched her with his head tilted.

"What?" Florence asked as she dumped the puzzle pieces onto the table. Harry just shook his head. "Are you okay?" Harry asked. Florence looked up at him. "What?" She asked, taken aback by the question. Harry sighed.

"You've been acting weird lately. Don't deny it," Harry pointed a finger at her. "You've been acting weird and I think it's related to Blaise. Are you okay?" Harry asked. Florence searched Harry's face. Oh if only Harry knew.

"I'm fine. I'm over Blaise, really. I just..." How did she say this without telling her brother she was having sex dreams about his best friend? Without even giving that away in the slightest.

"I've just been feeling wonky lately," She finally decided on. Harry nodded. "Okay," He whispered as Harry started to help Florence sort through the pieces. They sat in silence for a few minutes with the TV playing in the background.