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ceredwensirius Jan. 21st, 2009 07:40 am)Title: Pieces of You
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hermionesiriusChallenge: 2009 Valentine's Day Challenge
Prompt: Angry, Betrayed, Black Hair, Black Leather, Cigarettes, Firewhiskey, Flirt/Flirty/Flirtatious, Gentle, Grimmauld Place, Impulsive, Leather, Lips, Quick Temper, Recluse, Sexy, Smirk, Smoke, Stubble, Tortured
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The hand that wrote this letter
Sweeps the pillow clean
So rest your head and
read a treasured dream
I care for no one else but you
I tear my soul to cease the pain
I think maybe you feel the same
What can we do?
I'm not quite sure what we're supposed to do
So I've been writing just for you- Letter to Hermione, by David Bowie
Rating: NC17 (By the last chapter - as in this chapter)
Pairings: Hermione/Sirius
Word Count: 3,184/15,000
Summary: Sirius escorts Hermione back to England at Harry's request
Disclaimer: Not my characters.
Author's Note: I've been promising this one shot for months so I'm hoping that this challenge will force me to finish it. LJ wouldn't let me put it all on one post so even though it is, as of this moment, only 3/4 complete, I'm posting. Thank you to my lovely betas
ilexxAKA pelespenand also for looking this over. If you follow my drabbles at grangerblack100you will recognize pieces of this which have been posted in the past, particularly in Part 3.
No more pieces…
The room bearing the scratched and beaten nameplate with the engraving ‘Sirius’ was one she hadn’t seen in years. Her eyes glanced all around, at the chandelier hanging low and then nervously at the large, luxurious bed bedecked in dark, silken jewel tones. There was also a dresser, a few low tables topped by candles and silver framed photos, a comfortable looking chair in one corner, and on the wall a few new pieces of art had replaced the posters of half naked Muggle girls and Gryffindor paraphernalia.
One piece in particular she recognized, painted by a talented young Wizard who had died in the first war, which pictured a dark figure in a tiny boat but there were no oars or sails and the craft was unmoved by the current rippling across the surface of the murky, brown water. There was traffic moving all along the river, coming into view and then leaving the borders of the frame, but the small wooden boat remained motionless and unmoved. The only occupant sat in the middle and just stared down into the bottom. The more she watched, the more she wanted him to look up, to see that he was stuck in place but he moved only slightly, his head forever cast down into the boat.
“That’s me,” said Sirius quietly behind her. She had all but forgotten he was there with her. “Or at least that’s what I thought when I bought it. Not really where I am any longer.” He touched her arm with a finger to draw her attention to him.
“This is an original,” said Hermione, turning around. “That must have cost a fortune.”
Sirius shrugged. “It spoke to me. I saw him staring into that boat and…” Sirius shifted his eyes from her face to the painting. “Everything around him is moving forward, moving on and I saw myself there, trying to figure out how the pieces of my life fit together.” The deep, baritone which rumbled soft and low held her mesmerized by the sad tale. Long, nimble fingers pushed a button through a thin fabric slot on her robes, and then another, and then another.
“Pieces?” she asked, fighting down the nervous flutter in her belly as she watched Sirius open her robes.
“Mm,” agreed Sirius, as he pushed the material off her shoulders, letting it pool into a heap at her feet, exposing her jeans and white button down. “Not really relevant to me anymore but it gave me something to think about up here.”
“Why isn’t it relevant?” she asked. Even though she knew where they were going, where all of this was going, she had never been here before and talking was something that she understood, a way for her to cope with the changes.
Sirius leaned in and kissed her lips softly before guiding her to the bed. “There were all these pieces of me, it seemed, it felt… I felt ripped apart when they pulled me out of…”
“Heaven,” she whispered and he nodded.
“So, all of these pieces of you, how did you put them back together? What’s different?”
Sirius shook his head. “I didn’t,” he replied. “You did.”
A tender, feminine hand cupped his cheek. “Oh, Sirius,” she said. “I didn’t do anything special.”
“Yes, you did. You held me that night and showed me more compassion than anyone had in a very long time. I’ve been falling for you ever since,” he said, titling his head to lean in and kiss her again.
“I didn’t know I meant so much,” she mumbled against his mouth, eyes fluttering when he sucked on her lower lip.
“You’re everything,” he rasped and his fingers were working more quickly against the buttons of her shirt. As soon as he had her shirt open, his mouth was teasing a nipple through the material of her bra.
Hermione found that his earlier words about not thinking were getting easier and easier to follow. Never had she felt the thrilling build of energy in her body quite like this and it numbed some of the nervousness, pushing it aside because she just couldn’t focus on it.
Sirius paused to tear his robes off and pull his shirt over his head, taking far less care with his own undressing than he was with hers. Hermione was instantly fascinated by the dark ink engraved into his skin, her fingers reaching out to touch without thinking to ask first. Sirius stilled and smiled as her fingers traced the patterns before catching herself and blushing.
“Don’t be embarrassed,” he murmured. “That was good, you weren’t thinking at all. I don’t want you to be afraid to touch me.”
The blush stayed, but Hermione boldly continued her exploration of his chest. She even ran a thumb across a nipple just to see what his reaction would be. The rose colored skin pebbled under her touch as he hissed softly.
The unbuttoned shirt, hanging loose and open, was pushed off of her by large, coarse hands while she continued to caress and stroke his chest with feather light touches. She had left the tattoos behind and was now admiring his taut abdomen, her fingers delighting in the hard ripples of skin over firm muscles.
The snap on her bra was opened, the undergarment removed and then his hands explored the firm weight and peaky nipples causing her fingers to grip at him as she gasped. He captured her mouth again, hungry this time but still careful not push her too hard. While he busied her mouth, one hand remained to gently knead a breast, the other crept up her thigh to the snap on her jeans.
In a rush of nerves that felt like ice down her spine, the nervousness returned and she stilled, heat climbing high in her cheeks.
“Don’t be nervous,” he soothed, his voice rough. “Just think about how good I’m going to make you feel.”
Hermione attempted to respond but it came out as more of a squeak. Sirius chuckled softly and grinned at her with a raised eyebrow. If this was too much, if she wasn’t ready he was willing to wait but Merlin, he hoped that wasn’t it.
“It’s just new,” she said quietly after clearing her throat. “No one has ever seen… that much of me.”
Sirius leaned in and kissed her again, his tongue curling warm and wet around hers, soothing her fears by halting her thought process. Nipping lightly at her lower lip before trailing his teeth along her jaw and then down the column of her neck, he paused by her ear before continuing on.
“I love you,” he growled softly, gently helping her to lay back. “Let me pleasure you, Hermione.”
Hermione whimpered an eager little sound that she couldn’t seem to stop herself from making.
“Glad you approve,” he murmured, and she scowled at his cheeky grin.
His hands came up to push her breasts together in playful admiration, suckling each nipple until she was gasping out a hard pant.
“Love your tits,” he muttered. “Fucking perfect.”
A shuddering breath escaped him as he released her breasts and moved down her abdomen, leaving a trail of hot wet kisses on his way to her jeans. She was eased back against the bed now and propped up on her elbows so she could watch. From her vantage point she saw him move a hand over the bulge at his crotch to provide some relief.
“Take off your jeans,” she said, and then promptly reddened at his wolfish grin. She shook her head, embarrassed at sounding so eager, no matter how much he seemed to like it. “That doesn’t look very comfortable.”
“Its not,” he replied, but it was her pants that he was most interested in. Before she could protest his condition or how he was treating himself, her button was popped open and the zip lowered. The heavy cotton material was slithered down her thighs and onto the floor with the rest of their clothes.
“Merlin, you’re beautiful,” he murmured, running a shaky hand through his hair. “I can hardly believe that your really here with me.”
“I love you,” she whispered, astonished by the awestruck way he was looking at her and feeling like maybe he needed some reassurance.
He smiled and nodded. ‘I love you, too,’ he mouthed, giving her a look of unmasked heat as he moved closer. She remembered her earlier fears, the fears she felt when he’d tried to corner her on the third floor. The warm press of fingers smoothing gently over her knickers cleared her mind of anything but the new sensation of someone other than herself touching so intimately.
A finger slipped under elastic at the apex of her thigh, followed by a soft curse from Sirius but his tone was pregnant with admiration.
“So wet,” he groaned. “So ready for me.” Hermione’s hips moved with the finger that was exploring her folds, unwilling to let him get away, whining petulantly when he withdrew his hand.
The button and zip on his jeans were opened, youthful eyes filled with a new hunger, were eager to see what he’d kept under wraps thus far. The shed jeans revealed dark purple boxers with a significant tent in the front.
“Better?” she inquired, her curious eyes betraying her interest.
Sirius didn’t answer at first, leaning over her knicker clad form to hook his thumbs on each side and pull them slowly off her body. Starting at her feet, his hands caressed up to her knees, sliding in between and opening her for his viewing.
“Much,” he finally answered, bringing another blush because he clearly wasn’t talking about his jeans.
Hermione’s head fell back against the pillows when he resumed stroking her now bare pussy, teasing her clit through the coarse down and tracing her swollen outer labia. It was enough to stimulate but not to satiate and she heard herself whimpering incoherently, still too shy to ask for what she wanted.
A knee dipped into the bed, between her legs, and she felt his mouth press against her belly, leaving soft, hot kisses below her belly button.
“Tell me what you need, Hermione. I’ll give you whatever you want but I want to hear you ask for it.” Hermione’s frustrated whimpering grew louder but that wasn’t enough of an answer for him.
“You’ve touched yourself before, haven’t you?” he asked in a voice that did wicked things to her insides. He kept stroking her pussy gently with one hand, caressing along her ribcage, down her thigh and then back up again. She nodded bashfully but couldn’t quit meet his eyes. “You know what you want, come on and tell me.”
“Sirius,” she whined softly, shifting her hips trying to get him to penetrate with his fingers. “Please, oh please.”
“Please?” he teased, moving up the bed to lie next to her side and press his body close. “Please what?”
“Please,” she repeated, and turned her face into his chest.
A single finger dipped between her folds and into her slot. “This is what you want isn’t it?”
The line of her back curved as she arched up and into him, hips rolling into his finger, her entire body jerking with an electric jolt as he dragged his thumb across her clit.
“Yessss…” she hissed. “Finally.”
Sirius laughed softly. “That’s it, baby. Always knew you’d be fucking breathtaking.” He slipped a second finger in, scissoring his fingers open and closed, pushing in and pulling back out.
“More!” she demanded, hips rocking in a needful way.
Sirius drove his hand into her curls and crashed his lips against hers. A third finger joined the other two and his thumb pulsed rhythmically over her clit. Breath escaped her lips in hard pants and rough moans against his demanding mouth as he fucked her with purpose. She could feel the hard length of his cock grinding against her thigh, and some part of her brain registered that her response was driving him out of his mind.
“Come on, witch,” he urged, biting her jaw, neck and collarbone. “I can feel your hot cunt twitching, you’re so ready for it! Come on baby, let it go!”
Her moans were almost sobs, she was so close, so close and she couldn’t quite get there. She gripped his shoulders and nearly climbed on top of him and for a moment he couldn’t work his wrist. He pushed her against the bed and kneeled between her legs, flexing his wrist in time with her hips. He lowered his head to her clit and pulled it into his mouth, suckling it gently between his lips.
She didn’t realize until that moment that she had been holding onto it, but it was out of her hands now. The energy burst forth, releasing hot waves of scorching pleasure, his name ripped harshly from her throat.
If she thought he was done, she was dead wrong. Her body jerked as he continued to suck her poor, oversensitive clit. When she tried to escape he pulled her back easily and gripped her hips firmly. She cried out, half in agony, half in pleasure, begging him to let her go as she twisted and struggled, thrashing against the bed.
It wasn’t too long before the partial pain faded into obliterating pleasure as another orgasm began to mount, changing the tone of her begging entirely.
“Don’t stop, oh god, please don’t, don’t, don’t…fuck yes…Sirius! Oh, Sssssss…ahhhhh!”
Sirius grinned up at her from between her legs, supreme in his arrogant smugness. She laughed easily, almost wanton, and pushed playfully against his head in mild admonishment of his self satisfaction.
“Who would have thought my little bookworm would be such a wild kitty,” he teased, before slithering up her body.
She pulled him closer so she could kiss him, tasting herself on his lips and making a small face in surprise.
“Little bit salty, little bit sweet, all you,” he murmured against her lips, making her laugh again.
She could feel his cock, hot and hard, pushed against but not into her.
“I’m not scared anymore,” she said softly. “I’m ready.”
“I don’t think it’ll hurt,” he said quietly. “Did you break the hymen yourself? There was no trace of it.”
“Must have,” she replied, blushing a little but nothing like before. Sirius smiled and pressed his lips against her mouth once again before standing up.
Her eyes never left him as he slid the boxers down his thighs, his cock bobbing lightly with his every move. Picking up his discarded robes he rummaged until he found his wand and sat back down.
“Contraceptive Charm,” he murmured softly before performing a nonverbal spell on her abdomen. The wand was placed on a low table beside the bed before he crawled back to her, cat like and confident, covering her body with his.
“Can I touch?” she asked, eyes eager but cautious.
“Later,” he requested, and at her look of disappointment he quickly added, “I promise, all you want, its just…” he swallowed. “I need you, need to feel what’s like to be inside you.”
Hermione blushed and nodded but the smile was pleased. She felt his hand slide between their bodies and then he pulled back, cock in hand, to find her opening.
“I want you to relax,” he murmured, sliding his manhood along her slick folds. “There’s nothing to break but it still might hurt a little.”
Hermione nodded and focused on letting everything below the waist go slack. The blunt pressure pushed in, farther and farther, an uncomfortable feeling, just shy of actual pain.
“Merlin, you feel good,” he said with a soft pant. “Are you okay?”
“I will be,” she said honestly, sensing he wouldn’t appreciate a lie. “Do whatever is natural for you.” He nodded his understanding and began a slow rhythm, whispering how good she felt and how beautiful she was to him.
The discomfort faded quickly and soon she was rocking up to meet his gentle thrusting. They matched each other, pace for pace, their eyes never losing contact, no longer concerned about discomfort or what she could handle. She cried out to him, praising him and begging him to go harder, faster.
More than able to meet her demands, he pounded into her, the sound of sweat slick bodies slapped out a constant beat like a perverse, flesh metronome. Her legs wrapped tight around him, keeping him close and he kept a tight a grip on her thighs. It wasn’t long before she felt the first stirrings of her orgasm.
“Fuck! That’s it, good girl,” he grunted. “Come on, honey. Come for me. I want to feel your cunt squeezing me.”
Excited by his words, her body obeyed, the hard clenching of her warm, wet sleeve bringing him over with her. He thrust hard and erratic, spilling his seed deep inside as cried her name like a morning prayer.
He collapsed on her, spent and sated, heavy, but not unwelcome. Her fingers brushed the sweaty, black locks out of his face and smiled at him. Shifting a little, he slipped out, easing his weight off her much smaller body.
The didn’t say anything because words weren’t necessary, they just gazed into each others eyes, until hers finally drooped and her breathing changed. Sirius smiled and curled himself around her, resting his head on her stomach.
Epilogue…
“This is very generous of you, Sirius,” said McGonagall. Curious students passed by Sirius, Hermione and the Headmistress as they watched Filch balance on a rickety ladder that was probably held together more by magic than anything else.
“Its nothing,” denied Sirius. The witch standing next to him jumped nervously when he swung an arm possessively around her shoulders. She glanced nervously at her former professor, who was fighting to maintain her austere persona and not smile at the unlikely pair.
“Its not nothing,” remarked Minerva sharply. “Benjy Fenwick was the most promising young artist of his day. This is priceless; it must have cost a small fortune.”
“Do you want it or not Minnie?” asked Sirius bluntly, grinning as the older witch spluttered with indignation.
“That wasn’t appropriate when you were sixteen and it is not appropriate now.” Sirius just grinned with warm affection at the icy glare which could reduce Hermione to a quivering, apologetic mess. Shaking her head at the man for whom she held few illusions, turning instead to Hermione. “I had hoped you would be a good influence on him Miss…” she paused, catching herself referring to the young witch they way she would a student and not a fellow Order member. “I mean Hermione.”
“Actually,” interrupted Sirius. “Its me that’s a good influence on her.” Minerva raised an eyebrow, heavy with doubt for the veracity of that statement. He lifted Hermione’s hand up so Minerva could look at it. “I’m making an honest woman of her.”
Minerva raised her eyes from the ridiculously large diamond that Hermione, no doubt, had no part in selecting. “My prayers are with you.”
~The End
Part 4
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i'm a little dazed right now so i can't type much......
glad to see you keeping yourself occupied!!!
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I'm glad you enjoyed it.
Thanks!
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That was beautiful, What a wonderful and romantic story.
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"...the sound of sweat slick bodies slapped out a constant beat like a perverse, flesh metronome." I think that this may be the best line ever written in history.
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That was perfect!
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I'm so glad you enjoyed it! Thanks for giving this a read!
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This was a great story, you have my completely hooked, from the first word to the last, it was a wonderful read. I aspecially appreciated the smut (in a non-pervy way) since it was very realistic and not at all clean and perfect as it's often made up to be.
Great, great job!
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Its nice to hear that I held your attention from the beginning to the end.
I'm pleased you liked the realism in the sex, I was going for that. I hope it was still hot despite that though.
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