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Title: Persistence
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ceredwensirius
Prompt: A Game of Cat and Mouse
Word Count: 514
Rating: NC17
Warnings/Notes: Orgasm denial, Sirius’ POV
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Though not an especially patient man, Sirius Black was a persistent one. Once she had calmed down from his ridiculous prank with the books, he initiated a slow game to catch his frightened little mouse. What a clever cat he would be.
The morning of the day that his game began, her cup of coffee was waiting for her per usual, steam rising slowly in warm invitation. Sirius, who usually ran in the mornings, dressed in his sweats and still hot from the run when he greeted her in the kitchen, was this morning still in pajama pants. No shirt. Hair perfect. Smile, well, his smile, he knew, was sinful.
They weren’t together because Hermione could out fuck her competitors, or even because she was more beautiful than the women that seemed to flock to him from every nook and cranny. They were together because in her Sirius found the peace, stability and trust that he needed after a life filled with so much horror. She kept him engaged with more than her physical wiles, though he’d never had a complaint there. She was intelligent and brave and saw past the mask to the man within and he couldn’t breath when he thought about being without her.
She was resisting because she had a set way of thinking about herself, about what was right and wrong, and because she could be so bloody repressed at times. He knew she wanted more from their sex life and was just afraid to ask. So he wouldn’t ask, simple as that.
When she entered the kitchen, still adorably sleep tousled, hair wild and eyes drooping, Sirius just smiled at his little witch and thought about how to make her beg for it.
“Good morning, my little minx,” he purred.
She blinked at the new pet name, but smiled and sat at the table. Sirius stood up and came around behind her chair, hands landing on her shoulders and then sliding down to cup a breast in each whilst he nibbled on her sweet smelling neck.
“Siriussss…” she whispered, a small sibilant whine. His hands slid lower, over the cotton of her prim nightgown, and down along her belly.
“You aren’t still cross about the books are you,” he murmured against her skin.
“No, oh, oh,” squeaked Hermione, as fingers found her center under a pitiful scrap of cloth. He rubbed in slow, lazy circles over the tiny bit of sensitive flesh he knew so very well.
He’d not yet even allowed her take that first sip of coffee before slipping down between her folds to gather a bit of moisture, drawing it back up, and watched as she flushed beautifully for him. When her panting drew closer and closer together, mixed in with soft, mewling hiccoughs as she tried to catch her breath, he knew it was time to put his plan into action.
“Good,” said Sirius, and withdrew. As he sauntered out of the kitchen to get into his jogging gear, he heard the whine of protest she tried to muffle and smirked. Sirius: 1, Hermione: 0.
Author:
ceredwensiriusPrompt: A Game of Cat and Mouse
Word Count: 514
Rating: NC17
Warnings/Notes: Orgasm denial, Sirius’ POV
One| Two| Three| Four| Five|
Though not an especially patient man, Sirius Black was a persistent one. Once she had calmed down from his ridiculous prank with the books, he initiated a slow game to catch his frightened little mouse. What a clever cat he would be.
The morning of the day that his game began, her cup of coffee was waiting for her per usual, steam rising slowly in warm invitation. Sirius, who usually ran in the mornings, dressed in his sweats and still hot from the run when he greeted her in the kitchen, was this morning still in pajama pants. No shirt. Hair perfect. Smile, well, his smile, he knew, was sinful.
They weren’t together because Hermione could out fuck her competitors, or even because she was more beautiful than the women that seemed to flock to him from every nook and cranny. They were together because in her Sirius found the peace, stability and trust that he needed after a life filled with so much horror. She kept him engaged with more than her physical wiles, though he’d never had a complaint there. She was intelligent and brave and saw past the mask to the man within and he couldn’t breath when he thought about being without her.
She was resisting because she had a set way of thinking about herself, about what was right and wrong, and because she could be so bloody repressed at times. He knew she wanted more from their sex life and was just afraid to ask. So he wouldn’t ask, simple as that.
When she entered the kitchen, still adorably sleep tousled, hair wild and eyes drooping, Sirius just smiled at his little witch and thought about how to make her beg for it.
“Good morning, my little minx,” he purred.
She blinked at the new pet name, but smiled and sat at the table. Sirius stood up and came around behind her chair, hands landing on her shoulders and then sliding down to cup a breast in each whilst he nibbled on her sweet smelling neck.
“Siriussss…” she whispered, a small sibilant whine. His hands slid lower, over the cotton of her prim nightgown, and down along her belly.
“You aren’t still cross about the books are you,” he murmured against her skin.
“No, oh, oh,” squeaked Hermione, as fingers found her center under a pitiful scrap of cloth. He rubbed in slow, lazy circles over the tiny bit of sensitive flesh he knew so very well.
He’d not yet even allowed her take that first sip of coffee before slipping down between her folds to gather a bit of moisture, drawing it back up, and watched as she flushed beautifully for him. When her panting drew closer and closer together, mixed in with soft, mewling hiccoughs as she tried to catch her breath, he knew it was time to put his plan into action.
“Good,” said Sirius, and withdrew. As he sauntered out of the kitchen to get into his jogging gear, he heard the whine of protest she tried to muffle and smirked. Sirius: 1, Hermione: 0.
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Please don't stop...
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I love your Sirius! He's so diabolical and sexy!
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Thank you, it is always fun to write Sirius being bad.