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Just Sex
NC17
Sirius was having an extremely long day and it was just getting longer. The talk with her parents was not going well, not horrible, but not well. Hermione’s parents were not in acquaintance with any adult wizards, they rarely saw Hermione in anything but muggle clothing. Their daughter was in her Hogwarts uniform with which they were familiar but Sirius was far in a way out of their realm of understanding. When Sirius left the ministry to pack and then retrieve Hermione he was in such a hurry he hadn’t thought to change his clothes. The culture shock was, to say the least, stunning.
Sirius sat on the little sofa doing his best not sprawl out lazily as was his custom. It had been years since he had been in polite company. He was a little out of practice. Sirius’ hair was long and he continuously tried to push it out of his eyes. He wore his well tailored midnight purple robes open, the black silk shirt underneath had three buttons from the top undone. You could clearly see the tattoos from Azkaban. The buckle on his belt was small, jewel encrusted and glittered ostentatiously. He wore his black leather pants painfully tight, his dragon hide boots matched his robes. This was not the man you wanted to send off with your virgin daughter. He fidgeted nervously next to Hermione who was already nervous herself, posture perfect and stiff. The comparison served to make Sirius stand out even more than he already did.
The Grangers were trying their hardest to make polite conversation but the only common ground any of them had was the upcoming marriage. Hermione thought there would be no coming back from Sirius’ answer to her father about his work. When asked where he worked Sirius had replied, “Oh, I don’t. Not if I can help it anyway.”
Sirius was so nervous he hadn’t even thought the question through. He gave the first answer that came to mind. Hermione had done her best to cover for him, explaining that he was independently wealthy and that he devoted his time to serving wizard kind. It was a stretch and her parents knew it. The bottom line was that she was going to marry this man to keep her hold on the world she now belonged to.
Before things could get any worse Hermione decided it was time to leave. She knew Sirius hadn’t meant to be flippant or disrespectful, that he was just nervous and out of his element. She had given her parents the courtesy of meeting her husband to be. Hermione hugged her parents goodbye, Sirius shook her fathers hand. She led him to the back of the house and out into the yard. She looked at him, letting him know it was time for him to take the lead. He pulled her close and Apparated them away.
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He landed them on the path that led to the cottage. If she weren’t so upset she would have been charmed by the view of the mountains and fields and the sounds floating up from the brook. Sirius explained that the cottages were a few miles outside of Salzburg and that he would take her shopping tomorrow if she wanted. Hermione didn’t say anything. She was still irritated about the conversation at her parent’s house. They walked up the path to the door. Sirius flicked his wand to open it and led Hermione inside. While Sirius deposited their bags upstairs in the bedroom Hermione walked around the little cottage examining everything. Now that they were here she could feel her anxiety mounting, she couldn’t help but vent a little. Sirius returned to the first floor ill prepared for her ire.
“Not if I can help it?” Her tone was aggressive and accusative.
“What? Oh, that. Well…” He said his voice rising a little higher than normal. “I was nervous.”
“I spent days convincing them that you were respectable only to have you…” Her voice was on the rise and she had started gesturing.
“Look, I’m sorry, ok?” He said defensively with a touch of agitation.
“My father nearly made me give up magic! They are scared stiff of me going to a prison guarded by monsters!”
“Hermione...”
“What they must think of you, and of me for leaving with you. You’re dressed like some sort of…of…playboy!”
Sirius chuckled at this last comment. “Playboy, huh? What exactly do you think Molly meant by that Hermione?” In the space of just a few minutes Sirius understood why Ron worked her up so much. Her emotion highlighted the fact that she was a very beautiful young woman. Remus’ words came back to him, his friend had been right.
His words had the desired effect. The direction of the conversation turned in his favor as he had her off balance now. Hermione blushed at the thought of stating what she thought a playboy was.
“Oh, come now,” he purred, his tone light and playful. “Just what did she say about me?”
Hermione giggled and shook her head, she just couldn’t. Mrs. Weasley had overheard a piece of gossip about Sirius on a shopping trip to Diagon Alley. She had lectured Ginny and Hermione on the evils of a certain type of man. Sirius was at the top of Mrs. Weasley’s list.
“No?” He playfully circled around her, like she was prey. He continued teasing her for the naughty information. “Cat got your tongue?”
Hermione grinned at him, thoroughly chastised.
“Why did everything happen so fast? I barely had time to pack.” She wanted to steer the conversation to calmer waters
“I told you it would be after the first. Besides its Friday, you’re out of class.”
“Professor McGonagall came and told me I had to hurry and pack and go to Dumbledore’s office. Why in such a hurry?”
Sirius sighed, she deserved honesty. As much as he might like to protect her from certain truths that wasn’t who she was. He knew she wouldn’t thank him for it. “After my experience with the ministry today it seemed important to make this official before they could change their minds.” He set the license and the wedding bands down on the kitchen table. She walked over to the table, sat down and just stared at them.
Sirius conjured a quill and a pot of ink and signed his name. He lay the quill and license in front of her. “It’s not official until you sign it,” he said gently. She read the license carefully and then picked up the quill and signed. Her hand was shaking so badly she could barely get her name down. Sirius picked up her left hand and with a sympathetic look on his face he slid the ring on for her. He placed the other ring on his own hand and both rings glowed for a moment. Apparently that was all there was to it. With absolutely no fanfare Hermione Granger became Hermione Black.
“I always thought I’d be in love when…” She looked at the ring on her hand, she couldn’t help the tears. Sirius sat down beside her and pulled her into a hug. He just held her as the sobs wracked her body. He let her cry herself dry. His heart broke over her distress, she deserved so much better than this.
“We’re in this together now,” he said quietly. In her third year she and Harry had rescued him, he would have been fed to the dementors were it not for her. He was in her debt. Now she was faced with similar odds and it was his turn to rescue her. He didn’t get to choose the method of her salvation.
Sex out of necessity was hardly a turn on, neither was an unwilling woman. Were she any other witch this would be easy for him. There was a chasm between what they had been to each other and what was required of them. The discomfort created by the path in between was oppressive. Somehow they had to get beyond this point. These thoughts ran through his head as he held her, comforting her.
With a loud sniff Hermione pulled back, she wiped her eyes and gave him a smile of thanks. The discomfort which had been his alone while she cried became a shared experience. This one act stood between Hermione and a life among dementors. She decided to take matters into her own hands. “Let’s just get this over with,” she mumbled. She stood and shuffled towards the stairs.
He sighed. They were both making this harder than it had to be.
Sirius entered the loft and took her in, immediately feeling sympathy for her. She was sitting stiff backed like a statue on the bed. She looked terrified. He really should have considered a calming draught. Carefully he sat down beside her. He took a deep breath and steeled his resolve. He reached into his pocket and set a phial on the table beside the bed.
“While I’ve taken your mother’s words to heart, I think we can do better than that.” He began in playful seductive tones. It occurred to him a heart beat too late that this may not be the best way to sooth her. That just maybe her mother had presented an option that appealed. She feared the unknown but more than that, this was humiliating for her. She turned to look at him, her eyes pleading with him not to drag this out.
He realized in that moment that he couldn’t charm his way through this. There was nothing playful for her here. For her this was harsh and raw. It was up to him to get her to see past her fear and uncertainty. He pushed a tendril of hair out of her eyes, tucking it behind an ear. “Remember our little talk the other day about sex being more than the bits fitting together?”
“You never explained what you meant by that.”
“Love making is intended to be pleasurable. It’s not really something that I can explain. Will you let me show you?” He dropped the seduction and spoke plainly and sincerely.
“Pleasurable?”
Sirius cupped her face, his fingertips rested in the hollow below her ear, his thumb caressing her cheek. He kissed her softly and sweetly.
His gentle kisses and caressing weren’t the least bit frightening. He had managed to sooth her. He felt her relax just a bit. She took a deep breath.
“Ok.”
“Just trust me tonight. We’ll take it real slow.” He placed tiny kisses along her shoulder, moving his lips toward her neck, when he got to the junction of her neck he nipped her lightly. She let out a tiny sigh and blushed furiously, she tried to look away but he placed a finger under her chin, tilting her head to look at him. “Liking it is the point,” he said sweetly, reassurance in his voice.
His kisses started off soft and slow. He worked her up, gaining entry to her mouth. His hot tongue tickled and probed her mouth with practiced ease. She was surprised by how nice it felt. Awkwardly and timidly she began returning his kisses. He slowed down to let her explore him.
He crawled up on the bed and pulled her beside him, gently pushing her back against the pillows. He regarded her quietly for a moment before laying down beside her. He propped himself up on one elbow and leaned into her. He resumed kissing her wetly and full of passion. The hand not involved in holding him up rested on her arm, smoothing up and down. “You’re going to tell me what you like and what you don’t.”
Her eyes searched his. “I don’t know what I’m supposed to do,” she whispered.
“Just relax and do whatever feels natural, there’s no wrong here, ok?”
He snuck a hand under her shirt and slowly caressed the skin on her stomach. His mouth burned a hot, wet trail across her jaw. He nibbled on her ear lobe, “You were so sexy when you were angry with me earlier.” His words shot through her.
“Me?”
He pushed her shirt over her head and let it drop to the floor. He gazed at her, “I didn’t see any other angry goddess in the cottage.”
Hermione started to giggle, his mouth on hers stopped her. He trailed a slow path down her neck. He massaged her breasts smiling when he finally got her to let out sweet, breathy little sounds. He kissed between her breasts and down her stomach, caressing the soft skin on her sides.
Sirius slid his arm behind her back, he lifted her up and with the other hand he unlatched her bra. He pulled it off and threw it to the floor. He lay her back down and rubbed his thumb across a nipple. She sighed at the contact. Sirius’ expert hands and lips were all over her. Hermione’s body was on fire, every touch, kiss or soft tickle seemed to burn into her skin. She was finding it harder and harder to obey her shyness. She was surprised at how much she was enjoying his attentions.
He pulled his shirt out of his pants and opened his belt, getting more comfortable. He sat back on his heels for a moment and admired her, she was naked before him from the waist up. “You’re absolutely perfect,” he gently he pressed his knee against her core. She couldn’t contain the moan. He bent over and took a tawny peak in his mouth, flicking his tongue against it.
“Sirius…”
He lifted his head, “I like to hear you say my name.”
She felt a moment of panic when Sirius flicked open the button on her jeans. He noticed her tense up and gently bit her nipple to distract her. She felt him unzip her jeans and sneak his hand inside. When his fingers found her moist folds he let out a soft moan. “Merlin, Hermione you are so wet, you feel wonderful.” He let her get used to the feeling of being touched so intimately. He stroked and soothed with his fingers, flicking his thumb across her clit a few times. She felt a pleasant sort of tingle in her belly. Hermione moaned his name; she had never felt so good. “You are amazing. Love getting to watch you bloom.”
Surprising them both Hermione wiggled free of her jeans, Sirius helped and then deposited them on the floor. “I never expected such lacy knickers out of you,” he teased, glad how relaxed and willing she had become. Hermione blushed a little and giggled.
“Relax for me.” Sirius bent back down to kiss her, distracting her as he reached his hand back into her knickers and snuck a finger into her, stretching her. She stiffened slightly but was soothed by his kisses on her neck. He snuck a second finger and tested for her barrier, she was definitely still intact. He began pumping his fingers gently in and out of her. “You feel so good, Hermione.”
She could only moan in response, the tingle in her belly had increased to a pleasant burn, she thrust herself into his hand in time with his fingers without really knowing why, it just felt right to do so. Her breathing had increased dramatically and she was moaning freely, thoroughly enjoying the sensation. The burn continued to increase upon itself, growing and spreading. With it came a vague feeling of frustration that also grew. Sirius increased the pace, pumping faster and faster, watching with relief and satisfaction at how much she was enjoying him. The burn and the frustration fused, the combination seemed nearly unbearable and yet felt so damn good. Sirius flicked his thumb across her clit, over and over, sending little jolts of pleasure through her. “Sirius, I need…something…”
“Just let go,” he whispered in her ear. He flicked his thumb hard across her clit once more and the burning sensation balled up and exploded sending a fire throughout her body. She cried out his name as her body shook the bed.
A thin film of sweat was across her brow, a pleasant warm feeling filled her and spread across her body. She sighed happily, “What exactly was that?”
“You’ve never done that for yourself before?”
Hermione shook her head, a silly grin on her face.
Sirius looked rather pleased with himself. “That was,” he said nuzzling her neck, “your very first orgasm.” His hot breath made her shiver. Hermione shifted in the bed a little, she looked like she wanted to say something.
“What’s wrong, Hermione?”
She averted her eyes and blushed. “I liked that,” she said in a shy, timid voice.
Sirius chuckled. “I noticed that.”
He reached for the phial on the table beside the bed. He handed it to her, “Here, drink this. We don’t want to add pregnancy to the list.” Hermione drank the potion down, a new wave of panic washing over her.
Sirius sensed her anxiety, to sooth her he trailed his lips down her neck, he rubbed his thumb across a nipple bringing a quiet moan from her. “Trust me,” he whispered to her. He nipped at the junction between her neck and shoulder. He paused for a moment to push his shirt completely off, on seeing his bare torso Hermione took a sharp breath. She had never seen so much of a mans body. His muscular, decorated chest looked delicious and sinful. She wanted so much to reach out and touch him.
Sirius lay back down, this time on her, supporting his weight on his arms. He kissed her mouth, her neck and ran his hands all over her. He kissed and caressed. She writhed and moaned. Her heart was pounding. Sirius flicked open the button on his pants and unzipped his fly before circling a nipple with his tongue but refusing to take it in his mouth. She arched up, trying to force it into his mouth, moaning in frustration when he pulled back.
He looped his fingers around the sides of knickers and pulled them off, tossing them over his shoulder. She instinctively closed her legs, she had never been viewed this way and felt suddenly shy. He slid his hands in between her knees, gently parting her legs. “So beautiful, never be embarrassed about how you look when you’re with me.” Hermione wasn’t even sure how he did it but she could feel her anxiety slip away with his words.
Sirius slid his pants off and onto the floor. Hermione got a look at his tented boxers. Sirius noticed where her eye line had stopped and was now fixated, she didn’t look frightened for which he was glad, just curious. He slipped out of his boxers and lay down beside her. “Go ahead,” he said gently. Hermione scooted a little closer and reached a tentative hand out and gingerly touched him. He let her do what she pleased only hissing and moaning with pleasure at the contact, making her blush. She ran gentle fingers all over, finally getting to touch him.
“Is that really going to fit?”
He moved over her body, kissing her mouth and gently massaging a breast. “Never been a problem before.”
He positioned himself between her legs. He felt her start to tremble, giving him serious pause about moving forward.
“Don’t be afraid of me, Hermione.”
“I can’t help it. Mum said it was going to hurt.”
Sirius stroked her hair gently, “Only at first.”
He worked her up again, kissing and touching her all over body. When he was satisfied that she was about as ready as she was ever going to be, he reached his hand between her legs, testing her.
“I want you to relax, ok?”
“Ok.”
He slowly entered her, when he reached her barrier he stopped, pulled back and with one slow, fluid movement pressed through, opening her.
Hermione felt a hard pinch deep inside, she panted out her pain, grateful that Sirius had stopped. She looked at him, he was breathing heavily, watching her carefully.
“Are you ok?”
“Give me a minute.”
Sirius held himself deep while she acclimated. He was right, the pain didn’t last. She wiggled to let him know he could continue. He kept his strokes slow and steady. He hissed with pleasure, he had to focus to keep from releasing to soon. “So tight…so good,” he moaned.
Whatever he had done earlier, this was ten times better. Every stroke brought a new wave of pleasurable sensation. He whispered passionate, filthy things in her ear, exciting her more. He was reaching far deeper into her than his fingers had. Every stroke brought more and more intense feeling. Her body told her it wanted something more, she began lifting her hips to meet his thrust. Her participation and increased breathing were his cues to take her a little harder, add a little more pressure and increase the friction. Sirius increased his pace while gritting his teeth against his release.
When she grabbed his ass and dug in, trying to force him in farther, he chuckled.
“Oh, it’s like that, is it?” Surprised but pleased, Sirius dug his fingers into her, lifting her hips to meet his thrusting. He took her harder than he thought she could handle but hearing her cry his name in pleasure he pounded on. Feeling his need to release imminent he reached a hand between them and stroked her clit. That was all she needed, she cried out his name, her body convulsing around him. She squeezed like a vice bringing his release. Sirius cried out her name as he came. Panting heavily he tried to catch his breath. He set her body gently back down on the bed. He rolled to the side and pulled her to him, kissing her softly, whispering endearments.
Sirius planted soft, sweet kisses along her shoulder. “How do you feel?”
“Wonderful.”
He kissed her neck softly, “Not so scary, then?”
Hermione snuggled her body into his, feeling oddly comfortable with him. It was with no small sense of relief that the experience hadn’t been what she expected. Mrs. Weasley may be right about him but it meant she had a competent guide through these tricky waters. For that reason she didn’t care if his reputation was deserved or not. She would never forget his kindness and his patience.
“Thank you, Sirius.”
He gave her body a little squeeze. Her eyes fluttered closed, it was with a heart full of gratitude that she fell peacefully asleep.
Just Sex
NC17
Sirius was having an extremely long day and it was just getting longer. The talk with her parents was not going well, not horrible, but not well. Hermione’s parents were not in acquaintance with any adult wizards, they rarely saw Hermione in anything but muggle clothing. Their daughter was in her Hogwarts uniform with which they were familiar but Sirius was far in a way out of their realm of understanding. When Sirius left the ministry to pack and then retrieve Hermione he was in such a hurry he hadn’t thought to change his clothes. The culture shock was, to say the least, stunning.
Sirius sat on the little sofa doing his best not sprawl out lazily as was his custom. It had been years since he had been in polite company. He was a little out of practice. Sirius’ hair was long and he continuously tried to push it out of his eyes. He wore his well tailored midnight purple robes open, the black silk shirt underneath had three buttons from the top undone. You could clearly see the tattoos from Azkaban. The buckle on his belt was small, jewel encrusted and glittered ostentatiously. He wore his black leather pants painfully tight, his dragon hide boots matched his robes. This was not the man you wanted to send off with your virgin daughter. He fidgeted nervously next to Hermione who was already nervous herself, posture perfect and stiff. The comparison served to make Sirius stand out even more than he already did.
The Grangers were trying their hardest to make polite conversation but the only common ground any of them had was the upcoming marriage. Hermione thought there would be no coming back from Sirius’ answer to her father about his work. When asked where he worked Sirius had replied, “Oh, I don’t. Not if I can help it anyway.”
Sirius was so nervous he hadn’t even thought the question through. He gave the first answer that came to mind. Hermione had done her best to cover for him, explaining that he was independently wealthy and that he devoted his time to serving wizard kind. It was a stretch and her parents knew it. The bottom line was that she was going to marry this man to keep her hold on the world she now belonged to.
Before things could get any worse Hermione decided it was time to leave. She knew Sirius hadn’t meant to be flippant or disrespectful, that he was just nervous and out of his element. She had given her parents the courtesy of meeting her husband to be. Hermione hugged her parents goodbye, Sirius shook her fathers hand. She led him to the back of the house and out into the yard. She looked at him, letting him know it was time for him to take the lead. He pulled her close and Apparated them away.
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He landed them on the path that led to the cottage. If she weren’t so upset she would have been charmed by the view of the mountains and fields and the sounds floating up from the brook. Sirius explained that the cottages were a few miles outside of Salzburg and that he would take her shopping tomorrow if she wanted. Hermione didn’t say anything. She was still irritated about the conversation at her parent’s house. They walked up the path to the door. Sirius flicked his wand to open it and led Hermione inside. While Sirius deposited their bags upstairs in the bedroom Hermione walked around the little cottage examining everything. Now that they were here she could feel her anxiety mounting, she couldn’t help but vent a little. Sirius returned to the first floor ill prepared for her ire.
“Not if I can help it?” Her tone was aggressive and accusative.
“What? Oh, that. Well…” He said his voice rising a little higher than normal. “I was nervous.”
“I spent days convincing them that you were respectable only to have you…” Her voice was on the rise and she had started gesturing.
“Look, I’m sorry, ok?” He said defensively with a touch of agitation.
“My father nearly made me give up magic! They are scared stiff of me going to a prison guarded by monsters!”
“Hermione...”
“What they must think of you, and of me for leaving with you. You’re dressed like some sort of…of…playboy!”
Sirius chuckled at this last comment. “Playboy, huh? What exactly do you think Molly meant by that Hermione?” In the space of just a few minutes Sirius understood why Ron worked her up so much. Her emotion highlighted the fact that she was a very beautiful young woman. Remus’ words came back to him, his friend had been right.
His words had the desired effect. The direction of the conversation turned in his favor as he had her off balance now. Hermione blushed at the thought of stating what she thought a playboy was.
“Oh, come now,” he purred, his tone light and playful. “Just what did she say about me?”
Hermione giggled and shook her head, she just couldn’t. Mrs. Weasley had overheard a piece of gossip about Sirius on a shopping trip to Diagon Alley. She had lectured Ginny and Hermione on the evils of a certain type of man. Sirius was at the top of Mrs. Weasley’s list.
“No?” He playfully circled around her, like she was prey. He continued teasing her for the naughty information. “Cat got your tongue?”
Hermione grinned at him, thoroughly chastised.
“Why did everything happen so fast? I barely had time to pack.” She wanted to steer the conversation to calmer waters
“I told you it would be after the first. Besides its Friday, you’re out of class.”
“Professor McGonagall came and told me I had to hurry and pack and go to Dumbledore’s office. Why in such a hurry?”
Sirius sighed, she deserved honesty. As much as he might like to protect her from certain truths that wasn’t who she was. He knew she wouldn’t thank him for it. “After my experience with the ministry today it seemed important to make this official before they could change their minds.” He set the license and the wedding bands down on the kitchen table. She walked over to the table, sat down and just stared at them.
Sirius conjured a quill and a pot of ink and signed his name. He lay the quill and license in front of her. “It’s not official until you sign it,” he said gently. She read the license carefully and then picked up the quill and signed. Her hand was shaking so badly she could barely get her name down. Sirius picked up her left hand and with a sympathetic look on his face he slid the ring on for her. He placed the other ring on his own hand and both rings glowed for a moment. Apparently that was all there was to it. With absolutely no fanfare Hermione Granger became Hermione Black.
“I always thought I’d be in love when…” She looked at the ring on her hand, she couldn’t help the tears. Sirius sat down beside her and pulled her into a hug. He just held her as the sobs wracked her body. He let her cry herself dry. His heart broke over her distress, she deserved so much better than this.
“We’re in this together now,” he said quietly. In her third year she and Harry had rescued him, he would have been fed to the dementors were it not for her. He was in her debt. Now she was faced with similar odds and it was his turn to rescue her. He didn’t get to choose the method of her salvation.
Sex out of necessity was hardly a turn on, neither was an unwilling woman. Were she any other witch this would be easy for him. There was a chasm between what they had been to each other and what was required of them. The discomfort created by the path in between was oppressive. Somehow they had to get beyond this point. These thoughts ran through his head as he held her, comforting her.
With a loud sniff Hermione pulled back, she wiped her eyes and gave him a smile of thanks. The discomfort which had been his alone while she cried became a shared experience. This one act stood between Hermione and a life among dementors. She decided to take matters into her own hands. “Let’s just get this over with,” she mumbled. She stood and shuffled towards the stairs.
He sighed. They were both making this harder than it had to be.
Sirius entered the loft and took her in, immediately feeling sympathy for her. She was sitting stiff backed like a statue on the bed. She looked terrified. He really should have considered a calming draught. Carefully he sat down beside her. He took a deep breath and steeled his resolve. He reached into his pocket and set a phial on the table beside the bed.
“While I’ve taken your mother’s words to heart, I think we can do better than that.” He began in playful seductive tones. It occurred to him a heart beat too late that this may not be the best way to sooth her. That just maybe her mother had presented an option that appealed. She feared the unknown but more than that, this was humiliating for her. She turned to look at him, her eyes pleading with him not to drag this out.
He realized in that moment that he couldn’t charm his way through this. There was nothing playful for her here. For her this was harsh and raw. It was up to him to get her to see past her fear and uncertainty. He pushed a tendril of hair out of her eyes, tucking it behind an ear. “Remember our little talk the other day about sex being more than the bits fitting together?”
“You never explained what you meant by that.”
“Love making is intended to be pleasurable. It’s not really something that I can explain. Will you let me show you?” He dropped the seduction and spoke plainly and sincerely.
“Pleasurable?”
Sirius cupped her face, his fingertips rested in the hollow below her ear, his thumb caressing her cheek. He kissed her softly and sweetly.
His gentle kisses and caressing weren’t the least bit frightening. He had managed to sooth her. He felt her relax just a bit. She took a deep breath.
“Ok.”
“Just trust me tonight. We’ll take it real slow.” He placed tiny kisses along her shoulder, moving his lips toward her neck, when he got to the junction of her neck he nipped her lightly. She let out a tiny sigh and blushed furiously, she tried to look away but he placed a finger under her chin, tilting her head to look at him. “Liking it is the point,” he said sweetly, reassurance in his voice.
His kisses started off soft and slow. He worked her up, gaining entry to her mouth. His hot tongue tickled and probed her mouth with practiced ease. She was surprised by how nice it felt. Awkwardly and timidly she began returning his kisses. He slowed down to let her explore him.
He crawled up on the bed and pulled her beside him, gently pushing her back against the pillows. He regarded her quietly for a moment before laying down beside her. He propped himself up on one elbow and leaned into her. He resumed kissing her wetly and full of passion. The hand not involved in holding him up rested on her arm, smoothing up and down. “You’re going to tell me what you like and what you don’t.”
Her eyes searched his. “I don’t know what I’m supposed to do,” she whispered.
“Just relax and do whatever feels natural, there’s no wrong here, ok?”
He snuck a hand under her shirt and slowly caressed the skin on her stomach. His mouth burned a hot, wet trail across her jaw. He nibbled on her ear lobe, “You were so sexy when you were angry with me earlier.” His words shot through her.
“Me?”
He pushed her shirt over her head and let it drop to the floor. He gazed at her, “I didn’t see any other angry goddess in the cottage.”
Hermione started to giggle, his mouth on hers stopped her. He trailed a slow path down her neck. He massaged her breasts smiling when he finally got her to let out sweet, breathy little sounds. He kissed between her breasts and down her stomach, caressing the soft skin on her sides.
Sirius slid his arm behind her back, he lifted her up and with the other hand he unlatched her bra. He pulled it off and threw it to the floor. He lay her back down and rubbed his thumb across a nipple. She sighed at the contact. Sirius’ expert hands and lips were all over her. Hermione’s body was on fire, every touch, kiss or soft tickle seemed to burn into her skin. She was finding it harder and harder to obey her shyness. She was surprised at how much she was enjoying his attentions.
He pulled his shirt out of his pants and opened his belt, getting more comfortable. He sat back on his heels for a moment and admired her, she was naked before him from the waist up. “You’re absolutely perfect,” he gently he pressed his knee against her core. She couldn’t contain the moan. He bent over and took a tawny peak in his mouth, flicking his tongue against it.
“Sirius…”
He lifted his head, “I like to hear you say my name.”
She felt a moment of panic when Sirius flicked open the button on her jeans. He noticed her tense up and gently bit her nipple to distract her. She felt him unzip her jeans and sneak his hand inside. When his fingers found her moist folds he let out a soft moan. “Merlin, Hermione you are so wet, you feel wonderful.” He let her get used to the feeling of being touched so intimately. He stroked and soothed with his fingers, flicking his thumb across her clit a few times. She felt a pleasant sort of tingle in her belly. Hermione moaned his name; she had never felt so good. “You are amazing. Love getting to watch you bloom.”
Surprising them both Hermione wiggled free of her jeans, Sirius helped and then deposited them on the floor. “I never expected such lacy knickers out of you,” he teased, glad how relaxed and willing she had become. Hermione blushed a little and giggled.
“Relax for me.” Sirius bent back down to kiss her, distracting her as he reached his hand back into her knickers and snuck a finger into her, stretching her. She stiffened slightly but was soothed by his kisses on her neck. He snuck a second finger and tested for her barrier, she was definitely still intact. He began pumping his fingers gently in and out of her. “You feel so good, Hermione.”
She could only moan in response, the tingle in her belly had increased to a pleasant burn, she thrust herself into his hand in time with his fingers without really knowing why, it just felt right to do so. Her breathing had increased dramatically and she was moaning freely, thoroughly enjoying the sensation. The burn continued to increase upon itself, growing and spreading. With it came a vague feeling of frustration that also grew. Sirius increased the pace, pumping faster and faster, watching with relief and satisfaction at how much she was enjoying him. The burn and the frustration fused, the combination seemed nearly unbearable and yet felt so damn good. Sirius flicked his thumb across her clit, over and over, sending little jolts of pleasure through her. “Sirius, I need…something…”
“Just let go,” he whispered in her ear. He flicked his thumb hard across her clit once more and the burning sensation balled up and exploded sending a fire throughout her body. She cried out his name as her body shook the bed.
A thin film of sweat was across her brow, a pleasant warm feeling filled her and spread across her body. She sighed happily, “What exactly was that?”
“You’ve never done that for yourself before?”
Hermione shook her head, a silly grin on her face.
Sirius looked rather pleased with himself. “That was,” he said nuzzling her neck, “your very first orgasm.” His hot breath made her shiver. Hermione shifted in the bed a little, she looked like she wanted to say something.
“What’s wrong, Hermione?”
She averted her eyes and blushed. “I liked that,” she said in a shy, timid voice.
Sirius chuckled. “I noticed that.”
He reached for the phial on the table beside the bed. He handed it to her, “Here, drink this. We don’t want to add pregnancy to the list.” Hermione drank the potion down, a new wave of panic washing over her.
Sirius sensed her anxiety, to sooth her he trailed his lips down her neck, he rubbed his thumb across a nipple bringing a quiet moan from her. “Trust me,” he whispered to her. He nipped at the junction between her neck and shoulder. He paused for a moment to push his shirt completely off, on seeing his bare torso Hermione took a sharp breath. She had never seen so much of a mans body. His muscular, decorated chest looked delicious and sinful. She wanted so much to reach out and touch him.
Sirius lay back down, this time on her, supporting his weight on his arms. He kissed her mouth, her neck and ran his hands all over her. He kissed and caressed. She writhed and moaned. Her heart was pounding. Sirius flicked open the button on his pants and unzipped his fly before circling a nipple with his tongue but refusing to take it in his mouth. She arched up, trying to force it into his mouth, moaning in frustration when he pulled back.
He looped his fingers around the sides of knickers and pulled them off, tossing them over his shoulder. She instinctively closed her legs, she had never been viewed this way and felt suddenly shy. He slid his hands in between her knees, gently parting her legs. “So beautiful, never be embarrassed about how you look when you’re with me.” Hermione wasn’t even sure how he did it but she could feel her anxiety slip away with his words.
Sirius slid his pants off and onto the floor. Hermione got a look at his tented boxers. Sirius noticed where her eye line had stopped and was now fixated, she didn’t look frightened for which he was glad, just curious. He slipped out of his boxers and lay down beside her. “Go ahead,” he said gently. Hermione scooted a little closer and reached a tentative hand out and gingerly touched him. He let her do what she pleased only hissing and moaning with pleasure at the contact, making her blush. She ran gentle fingers all over, finally getting to touch him.
“Is that really going to fit?”
He moved over her body, kissing her mouth and gently massaging a breast. “Never been a problem before.”
He positioned himself between her legs. He felt her start to tremble, giving him serious pause about moving forward.
“Don’t be afraid of me, Hermione.”
“I can’t help it. Mum said it was going to hurt.”
Sirius stroked her hair gently, “Only at first.”
He worked her up again, kissing and touching her all over body. When he was satisfied that she was about as ready as she was ever going to be, he reached his hand between her legs, testing her.
“I want you to relax, ok?”
“Ok.”
He slowly entered her, when he reached her barrier he stopped, pulled back and with one slow, fluid movement pressed through, opening her.
Hermione felt a hard pinch deep inside, she panted out her pain, grateful that Sirius had stopped. She looked at him, he was breathing heavily, watching her carefully.
“Are you ok?”
“Give me a minute.”
Sirius held himself deep while she acclimated. He was right, the pain didn’t last. She wiggled to let him know he could continue. He kept his strokes slow and steady. He hissed with pleasure, he had to focus to keep from releasing to soon. “So tight…so good,” he moaned.
Whatever he had done earlier, this was ten times better. Every stroke brought a new wave of pleasurable sensation. He whispered passionate, filthy things in her ear, exciting her more. He was reaching far deeper into her than his fingers had. Every stroke brought more and more intense feeling. Her body told her it wanted something more, she began lifting her hips to meet his thrust. Her participation and increased breathing were his cues to take her a little harder, add a little more pressure and increase the friction. Sirius increased his pace while gritting his teeth against his release.
When she grabbed his ass and dug in, trying to force him in farther, he chuckled.
“Oh, it’s like that, is it?” Surprised but pleased, Sirius dug his fingers into her, lifting her hips to meet his thrusting. He took her harder than he thought she could handle but hearing her cry his name in pleasure he pounded on. Feeling his need to release imminent he reached a hand between them and stroked her clit. That was all she needed, she cried out his name, her body convulsing around him. She squeezed like a vice bringing his release. Sirius cried out her name as he came. Panting heavily he tried to catch his breath. He set her body gently back down on the bed. He rolled to the side and pulled her to him, kissing her softly, whispering endearments.
Sirius planted soft, sweet kisses along her shoulder. “How do you feel?”
“Wonderful.”
He kissed her neck softly, “Not so scary, then?”
Hermione snuggled her body into his, feeling oddly comfortable with him. It was with no small sense of relief that the experience hadn’t been what she expected. Mrs. Weasley may be right about him but it meant she had a competent guide through these tricky waters. For that reason she didn’t care if his reputation was deserved or not. She would never forget his kindness and his patience.
“Thank you, Sirius.”
He gave her body a little squeeze. Her eyes fluttered closed, it was with a heart full of gratitude that she fell peacefully asleep.