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Title: Need
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ceredwensirius
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grangerblack100
Rating: NC17
Word count: 321
Disclaimer: Not my characters. Hermione is greater than or equal to 18 years of age.
Summary: There is nothing more significant than this.
Author’s Note: From Sirius' POV, second person - not sure why.
Merlin, how you love this girl. No... woman.
Witch.
Instinct is like magic, it requires education and experience and you have given her both.
There is no greater magic than this, this instinctual magic of flushed skin, wild hair, sweat sheen and sweet, sweet moans she is no longer too shy to reward you with.
She cracks open her hard shell and lets herself be vulnerable and feminine, but only with you, only for you. You reach impossibly deep to give her what she needs, feeding her hungry cry for more!harder!faster! but the truth is; you are the selfish one.
There is nothing more significant, nothing you crave more than to make her come, more even - you think, than she needs it herself. There is no no! because you must hear her cry yes! and your name, your name on her tongue.
"Sirius," you hear her say, as you gaze into cognac eyes that have melted into pools of dark chocolate.
She would not want anyone to hear her gasp your name in this admiring way, heavy with desperation. Nor would you.
This is yours.
She is yours.
You growl as you thrust, harder than you should probably, because you are so much bigger and stronger than she. But she likes it this way - you made sure of that.
She mumbles, and you almost feel guilty for the note of exhaustion. You have been at this for hours now.
You open your mouth to encourage her for just one more when you feel the flutter and realize she was just trying to warn you.
You hear her cry, cry, cry out your name. Her cunt sucks your cock deep and down, demanding your submission.
You have no option but to comply.
"Hermione," you roar, like an injured lion, as you thrust wild and helpless, exploding hot like a bomb with your witch.
Your witch.
Your Hermione.
Author:
ceredwensiriusWritten For:
grangerblack100Rating: NC17
Word count: 321
Disclaimer: Not my characters. Hermione is greater than or equal to 18 years of age.
Summary: There is nothing more significant than this.
Author’s Note: From Sirius' POV, second person - not sure why.
Merlin, how you love this girl. No... woman.
Witch.
Instinct is like magic, it requires education and experience and you have given her both.
There is no greater magic than this, this instinctual magic of flushed skin, wild hair, sweat sheen and sweet, sweet moans she is no longer too shy to reward you with.
She cracks open her hard shell and lets herself be vulnerable and feminine, but only with you, only for you. You reach impossibly deep to give her what she needs, feeding her hungry cry for more!harder!faster! but the truth is; you are the selfish one.
There is nothing more significant, nothing you crave more than to make her come, more even - you think, than she needs it herself. There is no no! because you must hear her cry yes! and your name, your name on her tongue.
"Sirius," you hear her say, as you gaze into cognac eyes that have melted into pools of dark chocolate.
She would not want anyone to hear her gasp your name in this admiring way, heavy with desperation. Nor would you.
This is yours.
She is yours.
You growl as you thrust, harder than you should probably, because you are so much bigger and stronger than she. But she likes it this way - you made sure of that.
She mumbles, and you almost feel guilty for the note of exhaustion. You have been at this for hours now.
You open your mouth to encourage her for just one more when you feel the flutter and realize she was just trying to warn you.
You hear her cry, cry, cry out your name. Her cunt sucks your cock deep and down, demanding your submission.
You have no option but to comply.
"Hermione," you roar, like an injured lion, as you thrust wild and helpless, exploding hot like a bomb with your witch.
Your witch.
Your Hermione.
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Thanks!
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HOT HOT HOT!!!!!
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best smut line ever!
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Holy hell that was just HOT!
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*grin*
Thanks, sweetie!
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This was truly awesome, woman - great 2nd person, and your metaphors are so fresh but easy - the roar like an injured lion was just perfect. great.
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