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Honeymooners
NC17
Sirius waited while Hermione situated herself behind him on the bike. It may have been eleven years or so since she’d last ridden, but not long enough to keep her from getting on with confidence. She wrapped her slim arms over the fabled robes and took hold of him, her body pressed warmly against his back, her head resting on his shoulder.
“All right, there?”
“Perfect.” After her uncle passed she missed riding, missed the time they spent together. She remembered laughing gleefully, the wind in her hair, even if it guaranteed a mammoth rat’s nest. That memory spurred her thought process. She didn’t want to be combing her hair out on her wedding night. “Wait just a second, Sirius.” She pulled her wand from her robes and gave it a light flick. A sky blue scarf with delicate flower designs materialized in her hand. She fussed with her hair for a moment, wrangling loose, disobedient strands under the scarf before tying it tightly to the back of her head. For good measure she added a Fastening Charm on the knot to keep it closed and in place. She stowed her wand, leaned forward and placed a light kiss on his neck.
“I’m all ready.”
Sirius reached back and patted her leg, believing she might still need some reassurance. “We’ll start off slow, you let me know when you’re ready for more.”
A light flick of his wand and the slumbering blue fiend fired to life. It rumbled sensually between her legs, sensation coursed through her, a feeling which had been absent on her girlhood rides.
“Oh, my…”
Sirius looked over his shoulder at her with a knowing smirk and a bit of a leer. His old bike had never failed to prime a girl for him. He patted her leg again, giving her thigh a light squeeze.
“Where are we going?” She had to speak up to be heard over the bike.
Sirius gave himself a mental kick, he hadn’t told her where he was taking her. It was a repeat of his earlier mistake when he hadn’t mentioned the bike. Thoughtfully, he turned the bike off and spoke to her over his shoulder as best he could.
“Well, I thought we’d spend tonight at a little bed and breakfast. Why? Do you have someplace in mind?” He noticed the anxious look on Remus’ face and shook his head at his friend.
No! I haven’t fucked it up again, Remus!
“I…well, no I guess not…” She trailed off, realizing the destination she had in mind put her at odds with her fear of flight.
“Tell me, baby.” His voice was deep and low, filled with reassurance, he would take her to the moon if he could.
“I don’t even know if its possible plus I really am nervous about flying.” He could hear the tension in her voice.
“Sweetheart?” Gentle and soft.
“Yes?”
“Are you going to tell me sometime soon where you want to go or should I just get us to the bed and breakfast?” She picked up on his playful amusement.
“Sorry.” Still no answer.
“Where?” He let a small sigh, showing the early signs of frustration.
“Mexico, I mean can the bike even manage a trip that far?” She sped her words together with more still to come.
“Baby…” He tried to interrupt her train of speech but she plowed forward fearlessly.
“And can I manage flying for that long?” She wasn’t through by a long shot.
“Baby…” A little louder this time.
“Won’t our poor bums get tired?” A deep inhale of breath to launch the next question.
“BABY!” He twisted in his seat to look at her better.
“What? Oh, sorry…” She just realized he’d been trying to get her attention.
“My last bike could not have made the trip you just suggested, however, this bike is fitted with a modified Portus Charm. It’s not a true Portkey in the strictest sense so it can’t be picked up by the ministry.” He was rather impressed with himself which added to her annoyance.
“Do you even try to obey the law or is breaking it just a matter of habit by now?”She looked at him with a disapproving frown.
“Ah, but I’m not breaking that law, my sweet. That law is very specific to Portkeys and the Portus charm in general.” Still smug, still very pleased with himself.
“What is the difference, then?” Disapproving and disbelieving.
“We altered the engine with what we’re calling a Portgear. When I push this button here,” he moved aside so she could see, “it activates the Portgear which puts the bike into Portdrive. In Portdrive we move through space and time exactly like we would with a Portkey but,” he impressively raised a finger to emphasize his point, “instead of being pulled we are being pushed and therefore able to control direction. A Portkey has a specific magical resonance that the Portdrive does not, thereby making it undetectable.”
Hermione had forgotten just how much his intellect turned her on.
“Hadn’t we better get to that bed and breakfast?” Her voice was a little husky, her eyes a little dark and she was a little aroused.
“Sure, baby. You alright?”
“Drive, Sirius.”
“You know, you’re a little bossy sometimes. Anyone ever tell you that?” The laugh in his voice gave him away.
She playfully pinched his side.
“Ow! Alright, we’re on our way.”
He kicked the stand back, slowly moving the bike forward. She bumped up in her seat as they rolled off the curb. Family and friends called out to them, wishing them well as they headed out at a leisurely pace.
Hermione flushed slightly when she saw, out of the corner of her eye, a sour looking George hand over a sack to a smug looking Fred.
Wankers!
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Sirius started out their journey with a long drive, over road, through the country. He had reservations at a little bed and breakfast. His plan was to enjoy this first night together without having to worry about travelling. He had figured on picking a destination together while they were there. He was particularly glad for the drive as it gave her some time to relax a bit and get used to riding on the bike.
When the ride started out she had been a little stiff and clutched to him a little desperately. He had driven at a very leisurely pace on some very lonely roads. It was a beautiful day, the sun was bright but it wasn’t too hot. It was, in a word, perfect.
While at a stop, she had asked him why it felt like she was held to the seat magnetically.
“Modified Sticking Charm. It holds us on the bike while the motor is running.” It was another magical tweak, he had no desire to risk her safety or that of their baby.
“Oh.” She hugged herself to him, very desirous to get him out of his robes.
After that her confidence on the bike rose considerably, it was indestructible, which she assumed to mean it couldn’t be wreaked and there was no chance of falling off. No wonder he thought he could make love on the damn thing.
He could feel her looking around, first off one side and then the other. She worked at his distraction, running her hands along his stomach, feeling the muscles there. She talked him, close to his ear, telling him all the things she wanted to do to him once she had him behind closed doors. It was a change for her and was empowering because she knew he was at her mercy. It didn’t occur to her that he might pull over somewhere and just have his way with her.
She had no idea how close she came to a little side trip to relieve some frustration.
He let her have her fun, letting her breathy, smitten words excite him. He took satisfaction in the fact that he would have her begging for release soon enough.
They pulled up to the bed and breakfast, Sirius parked the bike and let her get off first. Once he was free of the bike he wheeled around and caught her up roughly against his body, letting her feel his throbbing desire.
He lowered his lips to her ear. “You are going to pay and pay and pay and pay.”
She met his threat with a look of challenge. He curled his lip in a smile that was almost sinister, his eyes raked hotly over her body. He reluctantly let her go so he could get their room. She followed behind him, thrilled with her daring, shaking with excitement. While they were standing at the counter, out of the view of the clerk, she snuck a hand under his robes and rubbed his length over his pants. Sirius stumbled across his words and glanced at her, surprise, pleasure and shock written all over his face.
I really need to fight with her more often.
As soon as they left the little office he shoved her against the wall, catching her mouth in an ungentle kiss and rubbing her sex over her pants.
“You are just full of surprises today, baby.” He pushed his lips against hers once again, diving his tongue into her mouth and rubbing hard against her pussy. “I am going to have you screaming my name all night long.” Hermione squeezed her eyes tight, wondering if she could handle this beast, suddenly quite aware that he had been holding back. She moaned into his mouth, feeling wanton with her open stance where anyone could see.
“Since I don’t want anyone seeing what they can’t have we better get you inside.” He grabbed her by the hand and pulled her along, hurrying to their destination. He needed her inside, disrobed and he needed it now!
He found their room and shakily got the key in the door, pulled her inside and shut it. He took her little handbag off her shoulder and threw it aside. She went at him taking off his robes, pushing them off his shoulders and to the floor. He pulled her into a kiss with urgency and need, walking her back to the four poster bed while unbuttoning her pants. She broke away from him to push his shirt over his head and letting it drop. He pushed her robes off and lifted her shirt over her head. She unbelted and opened his pants and dropped to her knees.
She pulled his boxers down to his thighs and admired his cock, bobbing gently from its unsheathing. Sirius steadied himself above her, watching his witch rub his length, throwing his head back when her tongue made contact as she licked him from base to tip. Hermione took the head in her mouth, sliding her lips slowly over it, tasting the drop of cum on the tip.
“Fuck! Hermione…”
She slowly swirled her tongue around the tip before taking in as much as she could. Sirius’ tight, panting breaths and occasional curse pleased her and used it as her guide. She wrapped a small hand around the base and pumped in time to her bobbing head while tenderly cupping and massaging his balls. When Sirius began to incoherently beg her not to stop she increased the speed of her tongue around the tip, swirling faster and faster. Her hand gripped him tighter and pumped him faster, her head nodded quickly as if in complete agreement.
“Oh, god…baby…oh, oh…here I…here I come…”
Hermione’s mouth filled with his essence as he grasped a post on the bed to stabilize himself. He looked down at her, blown away that his sweet little witch swallowed. She looked up at him and smiled, suddenly feeling a little shy and not sure what to do next. Sirius gave her a hand up only to pick her up and toss her on the bed with an evil glint in his eye.
“I still have something to make up for.” He flicked his wand at her and then himself, completely divesting them of clothing.
“All’s forgiven, Sirius. I was in the wrong, too.” She tried to sooth him, knowing how bad he must feel over the words he’d said to her.
Sirius shook his head as he advanced on her. “If anyone else had spoken to you the way I did, they’d be a bloody pulp by now.” He crawled to her as she greeted him with her outstretched legs.
Sirius relaxed himself on the bed, languid and gazed at the body of his young wife which was laid out before him. Her smooth creamy legs were spread open before him, one draped over his back the other bent outward at an angle. He could hear breathing increase as she prepared herself for his assault, anxiously and eagerly. He admired how pretty her pussy was, slick and glistening with her own juices. Her smell alone was enough to addle his thinking, he salivated in anticipation. He looked up and their eyes met, all the love and mutual desire reflected back to one another. He returned his gaze to the treat before him, the scant hair that marked her femininity gave way to her pink rosebud. He stroked his fingers on the outside of her sex in a light tease and smiled at her little sigh. He rubbed his finger around the outside of her entrance, tormenting her further and then for added measure he blew lightly over the heated flesh.
“Sirius, please…” Her voice held a waver of frustration, which was pleasing to him.
His hot tongue probed her entrance first, not to penetrate but to further her aggravation. He licked upward, between her soft petals, slowly making his way to his goal. She pressed her body into the bed to control the urge to buck her hips. When he reached his destination, finally, he was rewarded with a sensual moan. He swirled his tongue around her clit, Hermione tried to hold in the groan but couldn’t. He teased her entrance once more, this time penetrating her, feeling her velvety depths under his calloused fingers.
“So good…” Her voice was rough and low as she called out her praise.
Sirius sped up the swirling of his tongue just before he took her nub into his mouth and suckled her. His fingers were massaging her passage, Hermione lifted her head to look at him only to slam it back down against the pillows. Sirius felt her body shiver, sensing her closeness, he rammed his fingers, now up to three, forcefully in and out. He showed her no mercy, bringing her closer and closer.
“So fucking close, keep going baby, please…”
Sirius brought his other hand down, he grazed a finger along her anus, not wholly sure what her reaction would be. She howled his name as she broke, her sleeve contracting around his finger, her body shuddering and shivering.
Sirius looked up at her enraptured face in complete awe, he loved this moment, when she fell to pieces because of something he did. He kissed her sex, making her jump with oversensitivity and slid up her body, sensually, kissing as he went. He picked up his wand and performed a spell on himself, one she was unfamiliar with. She was surprised when he entered her without all the teasing that so often preceded it. She called to him softly before his lips captured hers in a tender kiss. The kiss was soft and slow, unhurried and sensual. He broke the kiss to whisper in her ear.
“I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
He finally moved within her, much like the kiss, he took his time with his apology. His mouth never left hers as he made love to her, tenderly, slowly.
“I’ll never speak to you that way again.”
Hermione let herself slip away in his tender embrace, in his unhurried love. The coil of tension built up so slowly that she was unaware of just how tight it was wound until it sprang free and moved across her body in deep satisfying waves.
“Now that that’s out of the way.” His eyes held a look of playful malice. She felt a shiver of excitement course through her. “If I remember correctly I promised to make you pay for that hot little mouth of yours.”
Sirius roughly flipped her over on her stomach, pulled her up by the hips and rammed himself into her.
“How?” Hermione couldn’t imagine how he recovered so quickly, they always came together.
“It’s called a cock ring, sweet.” Sirius pounded himself into her, intoxicated by the rush of the orgasm he couldn’t have. He sought his release fearlessly, knowing it wouldn’t come and trying all the harder just the same. He grinned as he felt her come, helpless to stop it, screaming his name.
He flipped her over and hoisted her legs to his shoulders and buried himself to the hilt. He punished her lovingly for teasing him so mercilessly, for all the sweet promises she made, some already filled by her, others taken by him. He knew he couldn’t take much more, he was dying for his completion. As he felt her come again he released the cock ring and spilled himself into her, collapsing on top of her before politely rolling to the side.
They held each quietly afterwards, softly kissing and touching as they recovered. They made love several more times before exhaustion took them and they fell asleep, wrapped in each other’s arms.
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Sirius begged Hermione to open her eyes, to take in the view before they went into Portdrive.
“C’mon, baby! It’s beautiful up here!”
“I can’t,” she cried, truly afraid that if she looked she would plummet to her death.
“One peek,” he pleaded.
“Fine.” She opened one eye and gasped, both eyes wide open now. “Oh, Sirius. It’s just…it’s so…” She didn’t have words to describe the way the world looked from the other side of the clouds.
The sky was a brilliant blue, the sun bouncing off of every perfect cloud. It gave the illusion that you could just leap from one to the other.
“I told you!” He twisted in his seat to see her grinning face. “All right, let’s see here.” He pulled out his wand and tapped the compass and said, “Mexico.” The arms spun around, resting in a southwesterly direction. He turned the bike in the appropriate direction. “Are you ready?”
“Not really.”
“Excellent! Hold on tight!” He was about to the push the Portgear button when Hermione interrupted him.
“I thought we couldn’t fall off!” Her voice was panicked.
“We can’t.”
“Then why say ‘hold on tight’?” Genuine concern and fear laced her words.
“I just like to feel you hold on to me.” Cheeky and smug. “Here we go!” Without waiting for more protestation, he plunged the button in.
Hermione felt she had fused with the bike as it rocketed forward at unnatural speeds. A silent scream, one she was too frightened to give voice to, was frozen on her face. Sirius yipped and whooped like an idiot, thrilled with his toy. They were going to fast to see anything except for the distortion created by the magic. When the compass began blinking he pushed the Portgear button once again and they slowed to normal speeds.
Hermione’s scream finally caught up with her.
Sirius rubbed his ear and laughed, patting her leg in comfort. They dipped below the clouds and continued on to their destination.
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Hermione and Juana chatted happily as they prepared dinner, Sirius and Jorge were outside, smoking cigars and telling lewd jokes. They had arrived that afternoon at the Arroyo’s home. Jorge and Juana had rushed out of their house to see what the racket was all about. Hermione and Sirius were pulled warmly into the couple’s home, refusing to hear about them staying anywhere but with them.
Juana was in a similar state to Hermione, about a month further along. Jorge strutted about like a rooster, pleased to no end with his ‘accomplishment.’
With the fear and uncertain future a distant memory and Sirius’ reticence completely forgotten, Hermione was able to appreciate just how romantic their little getaway really was. It was all long walks along the deserted beach, lovemaking just beyond the surf without any worry for prying eyes and sharing one gorgeous sunset after another. The days ran blissfully together, the nights unforgettable.
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A few days later Sirius and Hermione came up for air. Their hosts had been away at work for much of the time which was fortunate as it was doubtful the lovebirds would have noticed them. Sirius and Jorge were grilling on the back patio, sharing a beer and catching up. Hermione and Juana were in the kitchen doing the same.
“So, do you want a boy or a girl, Mimi?” Juana paused by the stove, wiping her hands on a towel.
“I know I’m supposed to say I’ll take healthy and that nothing else matters, which is true…but I’d really like a boy.”
“Really? You don’t want a little girl? I want a girl.” Juana added the vegetables she had just cut up into the rice.
“I want a girl, too, but I want a boy first.” Ever since Cliodna had made that crack about her baby, about how she should be embarrassed to give Sirius a son, a half blood Heir, she had fervently hoped for just that.
“Have you talked about names?” Juana took a break and joined Hermione at the kitchen table.
“Actually, no.” Juana took Hermione by surprise. It brought a shy smile, in a whole world of names she would need to pick the perfect one for her baby.
“You better get started! My mother keeps telling me the baby will be here before I know it.” Juana returned to the stove to stir the rice.
Hermione took a little glance at Sirius through the glass patio door, the idea of picking out a name made it seem so much more real, somehow. She wondered what his thoughts were on the matter, had he been thinking about it? He hadn’t said anything to her yet. She decided their nightly walk to view the sunset would be a good opportunity.
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Hermione and Sirius were sitting on the beach, watching the last rays of sunshine disappear into the ocean, saying nothing, just enjoying the quiet and each other’s company. It was their last night in the secluded little getaway, in the morning they would be returning to England. It was hard to believe that they had been away from home for two weeks, it felt more like two minutes, their honeymoon had gone by too fast for her. Hermione was the first to break the silence.
“Have you given any thought to the baby’s name?” She leaned her head against his shoulder.
“Some.” Hermione flicked her eyes up at him, he looked adorable, his expression was soft, filled with wonder and delight mixed in with quiet insecurity.
“Oh, like what?” He surprised her again, looking a little bashful and a little hopeful.
“Well, and I don’t assume that what I want is what I’ll get…” he said, displaying a few of his recent lessons learned. “…but I guess I was hoping that if it was a boy, well, that we could use James in his name, maybe his middle name and if it was a girl we could use Lily.” He glanced at her offering a small smile.
“Why the middle name?” She reached her hand down and placed it into his.
“Oh, I guess I didn’t want to step on Harry’s toes, you know, if he wanted to honor his parents that way.” The twilight slipped further into darkness as he spoke.
“Well, I love that idea.” She gave his hand a squeeze.
His quiet contented sigh filled her heart with warmth.
“What about you?” He nudged against her gently.
“I’m not sure if it’s because I’m muggleborn and so it seems exotic to me but I like wizard names.” She watched his face for a reaction, surprised by his response.
“Exotic, huh? Do you find my name exotic?” He dropped his voice low and brushed his lips against hers. He turned from trepidation to seduction with the blink of an eye, knowing she was blushing even if he couldn’t see it, pleased he still had that affect on her.
“I like your name, if I’m out at night I always try to find you.”
Her sincere confession changed his mood again, standing his ardor down, he lay back with his arms behind his head and searched the night sky. He pointed to something in the heavens. “There I am.”
She tipped her head back, cocked to the side. “My shining star.”
Her neck began to ache and sought relief in changing her position. She stretched her legs out and scooted her bottom over so that she lay parallel to him, arms behind her head.
“So, a constellation or a star, then? What about the name of a muggle god or goddess, still fairly pretentious with homage to your ancestry.” He was sincere but also lightly teasing.
“Well, the baby’s father is named after the heavens, why not the baby?” She smiled at his joke, enjoying their quiet conversation about the future.
“Star or constellation?”
“Either.”
“Do you have a preference, for the sex of the baby I mean?” He let a hand drift over her middle, awed that he was able to have a conversation like this.
“Yes. I want a boy.” Her voice betrayed the emotion she felt on the matter.
“Really? That sure, are you?” He was surprised, he thought all girls wanted girls of their own.
“There’s something I never told you because I knew it would make you really angry.” She glanced at him, weighing whether or not this disclosure was a good idea.
“Oh, what’s that?”
“Well, Cliodna made an ugly comment about the baby. She suggested that I should be embarrassed to give you a son because it would make the next Heir a half blood.” Her voice was tight and controlled, this made her angry every time she thought about it.
Sirius’ features clouded over darkly for a moment. He took a deep breath, letting the anger he felt about ‘his kind’ wash over him. “That bitch.”
“Exactly, so naturally I want a boy now.” She put a hand over the hand he had at her middle.
“What if it’s a girl?” He turned his head to look at her.
“If I have to be like Mrs. Weasley with six daughters and one son so be it. The Black line will have its half blood Heir.” He smiled at the defiance in her voice, it was one of the things he loved about her.
“When can we learn the baby’s sex?” He gave her hand a squeeze.
“At my next check up.” That thought brightened her up considerably.
“So…boy names, yes?”
“I’d love to start there.”
“Hmmm, oh, what about Lupus? You know, the wolf constellation, because then…” Hermione interrupted his train of thought with a pat to his hand.
“Sirius?”
“Yes?”
“Lupus is a muggle disease.” There was a little giggle at the end.
“Oh, that won’t do, will it? What like a muggle wolf…thingy?” He wondered if there was a muggle version of lycanthropy that made a person look like a wolf.
Hermione laughed. “No, silly. I don’t know why they call it Lupus. It’s neurological, I think.”
“Oh, well, alright then. Let’s see…” Sirius let his eyes drift upward to the sky as he thought of possible names. “How about…well you know we could go with Leo, like the Gryffindor lion. We may want to hedge our bet with my family tree.”
“Leo, Leo, Leo…” Hermione tried the name out slowly, repeating it, like she was tasting it. “Well, it’s a good, strong, male name but, oh, I don’t know. Leo doesn’t seem to feel right to me. Leo James Black. What do you think?”
“No, you’re right. That doesn’t quite fit, does it?” She could almost see his little frown of concentration in the light of the rising moon.
“Let’s avoid the zodiac altogether. There is just something so, so…forced about that. Like we’re trying too hard and looking ridiculous in the process.” She giggled at his sharp look. Leo had been his idea.
“Thanks. Alright, you come up with one.” He turned his attention back to the sky.
“Okay, how about Alshain, the falcon.” It was the first thing she could think of, something she remembered from astronomy.
“Alshain James Black. No, try again.” He summarily dismissed the name, getting even just a bit.
“What? Fine, fine…how about Auriga, the charioteer?” She was still drawing from astronomy.
“I don’t want my son to be a driver,” he said, showing his arrogance.
“I’m just throwing out what I remember from astronomy.” She narrowed her eyes at him and poked him in the side. “Your turn.”
“How about Hercules? Hercules James Black.” He looked at with something like triumph and then annoyance at her giggles.
“I’m…” She giggled. “I’m never, ever naming a son of mine Hercules.” More giggles. “Ridiculous.”
“Okay, you go then.” Huffy and a bit put out at her laughter.
“What about Perseus?” It was the first one that sounded alright when she said it.
“Perseus James Black.” He didn’t hate it.
“Oh, no,” she said, miserably.
“What?”
“His nickname would be Percy.” She glowered over thinking about the still estranged Weasley son.
“Scratched, too bad to.”
“Well, we have months to figure it out.” Hermione sat up and moved over Sirius to straddled him. “Unless I’ve very much mistaken, we only have one night left on this beach.”
“Oh, yes,” he said, voice husky and eyes clouding over. “I see what you mean.” He pulled her down for a kiss.
They made love on the beach until they were both too exhausted to move. The rays of the sun woke them the following morning. After a little clean up and some good byes to their friends they made the return flight to England.
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Honeymooners
NC17
Sirius waited while Hermione situated herself behind him on the bike. It may have been eleven years or so since she’d last ridden, but not long enough to keep her from getting on with confidence. She wrapped her slim arms over the fabled robes and took hold of him, her body pressed warmly against his back, her head resting on his shoulder.
“All right, there?”
“Perfect.” After her uncle passed she missed riding, missed the time they spent together. She remembered laughing gleefully, the wind in her hair, even if it guaranteed a mammoth rat’s nest. That memory spurred her thought process. She didn’t want to be combing her hair out on her wedding night. “Wait just a second, Sirius.” She pulled her wand from her robes and gave it a light flick. A sky blue scarf with delicate flower designs materialized in her hand. She fussed with her hair for a moment, wrangling loose, disobedient strands under the scarf before tying it tightly to the back of her head. For good measure she added a Fastening Charm on the knot to keep it closed and in place. She stowed her wand, leaned forward and placed a light kiss on his neck.
“I’m all ready.”
Sirius reached back and patted her leg, believing she might still need some reassurance. “We’ll start off slow, you let me know when you’re ready for more.”
A light flick of his wand and the slumbering blue fiend fired to life. It rumbled sensually between her legs, sensation coursed through her, a feeling which had been absent on her girlhood rides.
“Oh, my…”
Sirius looked over his shoulder at her with a knowing smirk and a bit of a leer. His old bike had never failed to prime a girl for him. He patted her leg again, giving her thigh a light squeeze.
“Where are we going?” She had to speak up to be heard over the bike.
Sirius gave himself a mental kick, he hadn’t told her where he was taking her. It was a repeat of his earlier mistake when he hadn’t mentioned the bike. Thoughtfully, he turned the bike off and spoke to her over his shoulder as best he could.
“Well, I thought we’d spend tonight at a little bed and breakfast. Why? Do you have someplace in mind?” He noticed the anxious look on Remus’ face and shook his head at his friend.
No! I haven’t fucked it up again, Remus!
“I…well, no I guess not…” She trailed off, realizing the destination she had in mind put her at odds with her fear of flight.
“Tell me, baby.” His voice was deep and low, filled with reassurance, he would take her to the moon if he could.
“I don’t even know if its possible plus I really am nervous about flying.” He could hear the tension in her voice.
“Sweetheart?” Gentle and soft.
“Yes?”
“Are you going to tell me sometime soon where you want to go or should I just get us to the bed and breakfast?” She picked up on his playful amusement.
“Sorry.” Still no answer.
“Where?” He let a small sigh, showing the early signs of frustration.
“Mexico, I mean can the bike even manage a trip that far?” She sped her words together with more still to come.
“Baby…” He tried to interrupt her train of speech but she plowed forward fearlessly.
“And can I manage flying for that long?” She wasn’t through by a long shot.
“Baby…” A little louder this time.
“Won’t our poor bums get tired?” A deep inhale of breath to launch the next question.
“BABY!” He twisted in his seat to look at her better.
“What? Oh, sorry…” She just realized he’d been trying to get her attention.
“My last bike could not have made the trip you just suggested, however, this bike is fitted with a modified Portus Charm. It’s not a true Portkey in the strictest sense so it can’t be picked up by the ministry.” He was rather impressed with himself which added to her annoyance.
“Do you even try to obey the law or is breaking it just a matter of habit by now?”She looked at him with a disapproving frown.
“Ah, but I’m not breaking that law, my sweet. That law is very specific to Portkeys and the Portus charm in general.” Still smug, still very pleased with himself.
“What is the difference, then?” Disapproving and disbelieving.
“We altered the engine with what we’re calling a Portgear. When I push this button here,” he moved aside so she could see, “it activates the Portgear which puts the bike into Portdrive. In Portdrive we move through space and time exactly like we would with a Portkey but,” he impressively raised a finger to emphasize his point, “instead of being pulled we are being pushed and therefore able to control direction. A Portkey has a specific magical resonance that the Portdrive does not, thereby making it undetectable.”
Hermione had forgotten just how much his intellect turned her on.
“Hadn’t we better get to that bed and breakfast?” Her voice was a little husky, her eyes a little dark and she was a little aroused.
“Sure, baby. You alright?”
“Drive, Sirius.”
“You know, you’re a little bossy sometimes. Anyone ever tell you that?” The laugh in his voice gave him away.
She playfully pinched his side.
“Ow! Alright, we’re on our way.”
He kicked the stand back, slowly moving the bike forward. She bumped up in her seat as they rolled off the curb. Family and friends called out to them, wishing them well as they headed out at a leisurely pace.
Hermione flushed slightly when she saw, out of the corner of her eye, a sour looking George hand over a sack to a smug looking Fred.
Wankers!
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Sirius started out their journey with a long drive, over road, through the country. He had reservations at a little bed and breakfast. His plan was to enjoy this first night together without having to worry about travelling. He had figured on picking a destination together while they were there. He was particularly glad for the drive as it gave her some time to relax a bit and get used to riding on the bike.
When the ride started out she had been a little stiff and clutched to him a little desperately. He had driven at a very leisurely pace on some very lonely roads. It was a beautiful day, the sun was bright but it wasn’t too hot. It was, in a word, perfect.
While at a stop, she had asked him why it felt like she was held to the seat magnetically.
“Modified Sticking Charm. It holds us on the bike while the motor is running.” It was another magical tweak, he had no desire to risk her safety or that of their baby.
“Oh.” She hugged herself to him, very desirous to get him out of his robes.
After that her confidence on the bike rose considerably, it was indestructible, which she assumed to mean it couldn’t be wreaked and there was no chance of falling off. No wonder he thought he could make love on the damn thing.
He could feel her looking around, first off one side and then the other. She worked at his distraction, running her hands along his stomach, feeling the muscles there. She talked him, close to his ear, telling him all the things she wanted to do to him once she had him behind closed doors. It was a change for her and was empowering because she knew he was at her mercy. It didn’t occur to her that he might pull over somewhere and just have his way with her.
She had no idea how close she came to a little side trip to relieve some frustration.
He let her have her fun, letting her breathy, smitten words excite him. He took satisfaction in the fact that he would have her begging for release soon enough.
They pulled up to the bed and breakfast, Sirius parked the bike and let her get off first. Once he was free of the bike he wheeled around and caught her up roughly against his body, letting her feel his throbbing desire.
He lowered his lips to her ear. “You are going to pay and pay and pay and pay.”
She met his threat with a look of challenge. He curled his lip in a smile that was almost sinister, his eyes raked hotly over her body. He reluctantly let her go so he could get their room. She followed behind him, thrilled with her daring, shaking with excitement. While they were standing at the counter, out of the view of the clerk, she snuck a hand under his robes and rubbed his length over his pants. Sirius stumbled across his words and glanced at her, surprise, pleasure and shock written all over his face.
I really need to fight with her more often.
As soon as they left the little office he shoved her against the wall, catching her mouth in an ungentle kiss and rubbing her sex over her pants.
“You are just full of surprises today, baby.” He pushed his lips against hers once again, diving his tongue into her mouth and rubbing hard against her pussy. “I am going to have you screaming my name all night long.” Hermione squeezed her eyes tight, wondering if she could handle this beast, suddenly quite aware that he had been holding back. She moaned into his mouth, feeling wanton with her open stance where anyone could see.
“Since I don’t want anyone seeing what they can’t have we better get you inside.” He grabbed her by the hand and pulled her along, hurrying to their destination. He needed her inside, disrobed and he needed it now!
He found their room and shakily got the key in the door, pulled her inside and shut it. He took her little handbag off her shoulder and threw it aside. She went at him taking off his robes, pushing them off his shoulders and to the floor. He pulled her into a kiss with urgency and need, walking her back to the four poster bed while unbuttoning her pants. She broke away from him to push his shirt over his head and letting it drop. He pushed her robes off and lifted her shirt over her head. She unbelted and opened his pants and dropped to her knees.
She pulled his boxers down to his thighs and admired his cock, bobbing gently from its unsheathing. Sirius steadied himself above her, watching his witch rub his length, throwing his head back when her tongue made contact as she licked him from base to tip. Hermione took the head in her mouth, sliding her lips slowly over it, tasting the drop of cum on the tip.
“Fuck! Hermione…”
She slowly swirled her tongue around the tip before taking in as much as she could. Sirius’ tight, panting breaths and occasional curse pleased her and used it as her guide. She wrapped a small hand around the base and pumped in time to her bobbing head while tenderly cupping and massaging his balls. When Sirius began to incoherently beg her not to stop she increased the speed of her tongue around the tip, swirling faster and faster. Her hand gripped him tighter and pumped him faster, her head nodded quickly as if in complete agreement.
“Oh, god…baby…oh, oh…here I…here I come…”
Hermione’s mouth filled with his essence as he grasped a post on the bed to stabilize himself. He looked down at her, blown away that his sweet little witch swallowed. She looked up at him and smiled, suddenly feeling a little shy and not sure what to do next. Sirius gave her a hand up only to pick her up and toss her on the bed with an evil glint in his eye.
“I still have something to make up for.” He flicked his wand at her and then himself, completely divesting them of clothing.
“All’s forgiven, Sirius. I was in the wrong, too.” She tried to sooth him, knowing how bad he must feel over the words he’d said to her.
Sirius shook his head as he advanced on her. “If anyone else had spoken to you the way I did, they’d be a bloody pulp by now.” He crawled to her as she greeted him with her outstretched legs.
Sirius relaxed himself on the bed, languid and gazed at the body of his young wife which was laid out before him. Her smooth creamy legs were spread open before him, one draped over his back the other bent outward at an angle. He could hear breathing increase as she prepared herself for his assault, anxiously and eagerly. He admired how pretty her pussy was, slick and glistening with her own juices. Her smell alone was enough to addle his thinking, he salivated in anticipation. He looked up and their eyes met, all the love and mutual desire reflected back to one another. He returned his gaze to the treat before him, the scant hair that marked her femininity gave way to her pink rosebud. He stroked his fingers on the outside of her sex in a light tease and smiled at her little sigh. He rubbed his finger around the outside of her entrance, tormenting her further and then for added measure he blew lightly over the heated flesh.
“Sirius, please…” Her voice held a waver of frustration, which was pleasing to him.
His hot tongue probed her entrance first, not to penetrate but to further her aggravation. He licked upward, between her soft petals, slowly making his way to his goal. She pressed her body into the bed to control the urge to buck her hips. When he reached his destination, finally, he was rewarded with a sensual moan. He swirled his tongue around her clit, Hermione tried to hold in the groan but couldn’t. He teased her entrance once more, this time penetrating her, feeling her velvety depths under his calloused fingers.
“So good…” Her voice was rough and low as she called out her praise.
Sirius sped up the swirling of his tongue just before he took her nub into his mouth and suckled her. His fingers were massaging her passage, Hermione lifted her head to look at him only to slam it back down against the pillows. Sirius felt her body shiver, sensing her closeness, he rammed his fingers, now up to three, forcefully in and out. He showed her no mercy, bringing her closer and closer.
“So fucking close, keep going baby, please…”
Sirius brought his other hand down, he grazed a finger along her anus, not wholly sure what her reaction would be. She howled his name as she broke, her sleeve contracting around his finger, her body shuddering and shivering.
Sirius looked up at her enraptured face in complete awe, he loved this moment, when she fell to pieces because of something he did. He kissed her sex, making her jump with oversensitivity and slid up her body, sensually, kissing as he went. He picked up his wand and performed a spell on himself, one she was unfamiliar with. She was surprised when he entered her without all the teasing that so often preceded it. She called to him softly before his lips captured hers in a tender kiss. The kiss was soft and slow, unhurried and sensual. He broke the kiss to whisper in her ear.
“I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
He finally moved within her, much like the kiss, he took his time with his apology. His mouth never left hers as he made love to her, tenderly, slowly.
“I’ll never speak to you that way again.”
Hermione let herself slip away in his tender embrace, in his unhurried love. The coil of tension built up so slowly that she was unaware of just how tight it was wound until it sprang free and moved across her body in deep satisfying waves.
“Now that that’s out of the way.” His eyes held a look of playful malice. She felt a shiver of excitement course through her. “If I remember correctly I promised to make you pay for that hot little mouth of yours.”
Sirius roughly flipped her over on her stomach, pulled her up by the hips and rammed himself into her.
“How?” Hermione couldn’t imagine how he recovered so quickly, they always came together.
“It’s called a cock ring, sweet.” Sirius pounded himself into her, intoxicated by the rush of the orgasm he couldn’t have. He sought his release fearlessly, knowing it wouldn’t come and trying all the harder just the same. He grinned as he felt her come, helpless to stop it, screaming his name.
He flipped her over and hoisted her legs to his shoulders and buried himself to the hilt. He punished her lovingly for teasing him so mercilessly, for all the sweet promises she made, some already filled by her, others taken by him. He knew he couldn’t take much more, he was dying for his completion. As he felt her come again he released the cock ring and spilled himself into her, collapsing on top of her before politely rolling to the side.
They held each quietly afterwards, softly kissing and touching as they recovered. They made love several more times before exhaustion took them and they fell asleep, wrapped in each other’s arms.
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Sirius begged Hermione to open her eyes, to take in the view before they went into Portdrive.
“C’mon, baby! It’s beautiful up here!”
“I can’t,” she cried, truly afraid that if she looked she would plummet to her death.
“One peek,” he pleaded.
“Fine.” She opened one eye and gasped, both eyes wide open now. “Oh, Sirius. It’s just…it’s so…” She didn’t have words to describe the way the world looked from the other side of the clouds.
The sky was a brilliant blue, the sun bouncing off of every perfect cloud. It gave the illusion that you could just leap from one to the other.
“I told you!” He twisted in his seat to see her grinning face. “All right, let’s see here.” He pulled out his wand and tapped the compass and said, “Mexico.” The arms spun around, resting in a southwesterly direction. He turned the bike in the appropriate direction. “Are you ready?”
“Not really.”
“Excellent! Hold on tight!” He was about to the push the Portgear button when Hermione interrupted him.
“I thought we couldn’t fall off!” Her voice was panicked.
“We can’t.”
“Then why say ‘hold on tight’?” Genuine concern and fear laced her words.
“I just like to feel you hold on to me.” Cheeky and smug. “Here we go!” Without waiting for more protestation, he plunged the button in.
Hermione felt she had fused with the bike as it rocketed forward at unnatural speeds. A silent scream, one she was too frightened to give voice to, was frozen on her face. Sirius yipped and whooped like an idiot, thrilled with his toy. They were going to fast to see anything except for the distortion created by the magic. When the compass began blinking he pushed the Portgear button once again and they slowed to normal speeds.
Hermione’s scream finally caught up with her.
Sirius rubbed his ear and laughed, patting her leg in comfort. They dipped below the clouds and continued on to their destination.
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Hermione and Juana chatted happily as they prepared dinner, Sirius and Jorge were outside, smoking cigars and telling lewd jokes. They had arrived that afternoon at the Arroyo’s home. Jorge and Juana had rushed out of their house to see what the racket was all about. Hermione and Sirius were pulled warmly into the couple’s home, refusing to hear about them staying anywhere but with them.
Juana was in a similar state to Hermione, about a month further along. Jorge strutted about like a rooster, pleased to no end with his ‘accomplishment.’
With the fear and uncertain future a distant memory and Sirius’ reticence completely forgotten, Hermione was able to appreciate just how romantic their little getaway really was. It was all long walks along the deserted beach, lovemaking just beyond the surf without any worry for prying eyes and sharing one gorgeous sunset after another. The days ran blissfully together, the nights unforgettable.
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A few days later Sirius and Hermione came up for air. Their hosts had been away at work for much of the time which was fortunate as it was doubtful the lovebirds would have noticed them. Sirius and Jorge were grilling on the back patio, sharing a beer and catching up. Hermione and Juana were in the kitchen doing the same.
“So, do you want a boy or a girl, Mimi?” Juana paused by the stove, wiping her hands on a towel.
“I know I’m supposed to say I’ll take healthy and that nothing else matters, which is true…but I’d really like a boy.”
“Really? You don’t want a little girl? I want a girl.” Juana added the vegetables she had just cut up into the rice.
“I want a girl, too, but I want a boy first.” Ever since Cliodna had made that crack about her baby, about how she should be embarrassed to give Sirius a son, a half blood Heir, she had fervently hoped for just that.
“Have you talked about names?” Juana took a break and joined Hermione at the kitchen table.
“Actually, no.” Juana took Hermione by surprise. It brought a shy smile, in a whole world of names she would need to pick the perfect one for her baby.
“You better get started! My mother keeps telling me the baby will be here before I know it.” Juana returned to the stove to stir the rice.
Hermione took a little glance at Sirius through the glass patio door, the idea of picking out a name made it seem so much more real, somehow. She wondered what his thoughts were on the matter, had he been thinking about it? He hadn’t said anything to her yet. She decided their nightly walk to view the sunset would be a good opportunity.
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Hermione and Sirius were sitting on the beach, watching the last rays of sunshine disappear into the ocean, saying nothing, just enjoying the quiet and each other’s company. It was their last night in the secluded little getaway, in the morning they would be returning to England. It was hard to believe that they had been away from home for two weeks, it felt more like two minutes, their honeymoon had gone by too fast for her. Hermione was the first to break the silence.
“Have you given any thought to the baby’s name?” She leaned her head against his shoulder.
“Some.” Hermione flicked her eyes up at him, he looked adorable, his expression was soft, filled with wonder and delight mixed in with quiet insecurity.
“Oh, like what?” He surprised her again, looking a little bashful and a little hopeful.
“Well, and I don’t assume that what I want is what I’ll get…” he said, displaying a few of his recent lessons learned. “…but I guess I was hoping that if it was a boy, well, that we could use James in his name, maybe his middle name and if it was a girl we could use Lily.” He glanced at her offering a small smile.
“Why the middle name?” She reached her hand down and placed it into his.
“Oh, I guess I didn’t want to step on Harry’s toes, you know, if he wanted to honor his parents that way.” The twilight slipped further into darkness as he spoke.
“Well, I love that idea.” She gave his hand a squeeze.
His quiet contented sigh filled her heart with warmth.
“What about you?” He nudged against her gently.
“I’m not sure if it’s because I’m muggleborn and so it seems exotic to me but I like wizard names.” She watched his face for a reaction, surprised by his response.
“Exotic, huh? Do you find my name exotic?” He dropped his voice low and brushed his lips against hers. He turned from trepidation to seduction with the blink of an eye, knowing she was blushing even if he couldn’t see it, pleased he still had that affect on her.
“I like your name, if I’m out at night I always try to find you.”
Her sincere confession changed his mood again, standing his ardor down, he lay back with his arms behind his head and searched the night sky. He pointed to something in the heavens. “There I am.”
She tipped her head back, cocked to the side. “My shining star.”
Her neck began to ache and sought relief in changing her position. She stretched her legs out and scooted her bottom over so that she lay parallel to him, arms behind her head.
“So, a constellation or a star, then? What about the name of a muggle god or goddess, still fairly pretentious with homage to your ancestry.” He was sincere but also lightly teasing.
“Well, the baby’s father is named after the heavens, why not the baby?” She smiled at his joke, enjoying their quiet conversation about the future.
“Star or constellation?”
“Either.”
“Do you have a preference, for the sex of the baby I mean?” He let a hand drift over her middle, awed that he was able to have a conversation like this.
“Yes. I want a boy.” Her voice betrayed the emotion she felt on the matter.
“Really? That sure, are you?” He was surprised, he thought all girls wanted girls of their own.
“There’s something I never told you because I knew it would make you really angry.” She glanced at him, weighing whether or not this disclosure was a good idea.
“Oh, what’s that?”
“Well, Cliodna made an ugly comment about the baby. She suggested that I should be embarrassed to give you a son because it would make the next Heir a half blood.” Her voice was tight and controlled, this made her angry every time she thought about it.
Sirius’ features clouded over darkly for a moment. He took a deep breath, letting the anger he felt about ‘his kind’ wash over him. “That bitch.”
“Exactly, so naturally I want a boy now.” She put a hand over the hand he had at her middle.
“What if it’s a girl?” He turned his head to look at her.
“If I have to be like Mrs. Weasley with six daughters and one son so be it. The Black line will have its half blood Heir.” He smiled at the defiance in her voice, it was one of the things he loved about her.
“When can we learn the baby’s sex?” He gave her hand a squeeze.
“At my next check up.” That thought brightened her up considerably.
“So…boy names, yes?”
“I’d love to start there.”
“Hmmm, oh, what about Lupus? You know, the wolf constellation, because then…” Hermione interrupted his train of thought with a pat to his hand.
“Sirius?”
“Yes?”
“Lupus is a muggle disease.” There was a little giggle at the end.
“Oh, that won’t do, will it? What like a muggle wolf…thingy?” He wondered if there was a muggle version of lycanthropy that made a person look like a wolf.
Hermione laughed. “No, silly. I don’t know why they call it Lupus. It’s neurological, I think.”
“Oh, well, alright then. Let’s see…” Sirius let his eyes drift upward to the sky as he thought of possible names. “How about…well you know we could go with Leo, like the Gryffindor lion. We may want to hedge our bet with my family tree.”
“Leo, Leo, Leo…” Hermione tried the name out slowly, repeating it, like she was tasting it. “Well, it’s a good, strong, male name but, oh, I don’t know. Leo doesn’t seem to feel right to me. Leo James Black. What do you think?”
“No, you’re right. That doesn’t quite fit, does it?” She could almost see his little frown of concentration in the light of the rising moon.
“Let’s avoid the zodiac altogether. There is just something so, so…forced about that. Like we’re trying too hard and looking ridiculous in the process.” She giggled at his sharp look. Leo had been his idea.
“Thanks. Alright, you come up with one.” He turned his attention back to the sky.
“Okay, how about Alshain, the falcon.” It was the first thing she could think of, something she remembered from astronomy.
“Alshain James Black. No, try again.” He summarily dismissed the name, getting even just a bit.
“What? Fine, fine…how about Auriga, the charioteer?” She was still drawing from astronomy.
“I don’t want my son to be a driver,” he said, showing his arrogance.
“I’m just throwing out what I remember from astronomy.” She narrowed her eyes at him and poked him in the side. “Your turn.”
“How about Hercules? Hercules James Black.” He looked at with something like triumph and then annoyance at her giggles.
“I’m…” She giggled. “I’m never, ever naming a son of mine Hercules.” More giggles. “Ridiculous.”
“Okay, you go then.” Huffy and a bit put out at her laughter.
“What about Perseus?” It was the first one that sounded alright when she said it.
“Perseus James Black.” He didn’t hate it.
“Oh, no,” she said, miserably.
“What?”
“His nickname would be Percy.” She glowered over thinking about the still estranged Weasley son.
“Scratched, too bad to.”
“Well, we have months to figure it out.” Hermione sat up and moved over Sirius to straddled him. “Unless I’ve very much mistaken, we only have one night left on this beach.”
“Oh, yes,” he said, voice husky and eyes clouding over. “I see what you mean.” He pulled her down for a kiss.
They made love on the beach until they were both too exhausted to move. The rays of the sun woke them the following morning. After a little clean up and some good byes to their friends they made the return flight to England.
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