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Forever in Your Hands	By : articcat621 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Sirius/Hermione Views: 14109 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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A/N: Thank you all for the awesome reviews! Here we are, the wedding night. I know so many of you have been patiently waiting; I hope you all enjoy!
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Chapter 16
Hermione took her time in the bathroom. While she wanted to just stay in there forever, she knew it wasn't an option. She had to consummate her marriage at some point and she would prefer to do it without having the Ministry threaten to enforce it. She didn't know how they would keep in check to make sure the marriage requirements were being met and quite frankly, she didn't want to know how. Images of someone watching them flashed in her mind and she shook her head in disgust. Surely the Ministry wouldn't stoop that low?
But after carefully taking off her wedding dress, Hermione hung it up on the back of the door. She gazed at it, trailing her fingers over the precious material. Maybe someday, her own daughter would wear the same dress.
But that is a long way away, Hermione reminded herself. I need to get through my wedding night first.
So she decided she would take a bath. She allowed the tub to fill up with warm water and added a few drops of rose oil that was offered by the hotel. Slipping it, she allowed herself to close her eyes. It was peaceful and the scent of the water helped calm her nerves a bit.
After bathing, Hermione stood in the bathroom, face with a dilemma. What was she going to wear? She didn't want to put on clothes because they would just come off momentarily anyways. But wearing nothing was too risqué. She couldn't just walk out of the bathroom stark naked. She wasn't that forward.
So just wear the robe that Sirius packed you, her conscience chided her. Hermione felt stupid for not thinking of that in the first place. It seemed her nerves were beginning to addle her mind.
She slipped on the silk robe, liking the way the material felt against her bare skin. It was something she would never have been able to afford but it seemed Sirius was just insisting on buying her things. She knew his was wealthy but hoped he wouldn't make a habit of spending money on her.
"I hope he doesn't think he can buy my happiness," she mumbled sourly. If that's what he thought, he had another thing coming.
"Hermione?" he called to her through the door. "You've been in there for an hour, is everything all right?"
She blushed, not realizing she had dallied so long. "Yes, everything's fine!" she called out to him. "I'll be out soon."
"Okay," Sirius replied. She heard him walk away from the door. Eventually, Hermione finished up in the bathroom. After brushing her teeth and combing her hair, she was done. She tentatively opened the door and stepped into the bedroom. She crossed her arms across her robes, trying not to feel indecent.
Sirius was staring out the window, his hands clasped behind his back. Hermione let out a small cough to know she was there. He turned quickly, facing her. His jaw went slack for a moment while he took in her appearance.
"Hermione, you look gorgeous," he said, taking a slow step towards her.
"Er, well, thank you," she flushed.
"The rose colored robe looks nice against your skin tone," he said, smirking. "A nice choice on my part." He was now standing in front of her. "Relax," he gently soothed, placing his hand on her cheek.
"I'm nervous," Hermione admitted, her eyes flicking upwards towards his.
Sirius shook his head. "There's nothing to be nervous of." He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to her forehead. "I'll be gentle, Hermione, if that's what you're frightened of."
He sat down on the edge of the bed, his arms going around her and pulling her with him. He maneuvered them so she was now sitting on his lap in a tight embrace. He nipped her ear with her teeth, causing Hermione to shiver.
"Mrs. Black," he murmured before kissing the sensitive skin beneath her ear. "You do look lovely."
"So you said," Hermione replied, stifling a giggle. "I think you may be biased, Sirius."
He pulled away, an expression of mock horror on his face. "Me? Biased?" He shook his head. "Never, kitten."
Hermione couldn't hold back a small laugh. She enjoyed when Sirius was being his amusing self. He looked younger when he laughed or joked. His worry lines would disappear and his eyes would appear more alert. In a different time or place, she suspected he would have aged much slower without the added stress from the war.
Abruptly, Sirius leaned back onto the bed, taking Hermione with him. She let out a small gasp of surprise as she tried to situate herself so she wasn't crushing him with her body weight. He quickly leaned forward, placing a kiss on her lips. Taking Hermione by surprise, Sirius quickly slid his tongue into her mouth. One hand tangled itself into her hair while the other hand rested on her small waist. The kiss was even sweeter than he could have imagined.
Hermione moaned into the kiss, her hands sliding up his arms and around his neck. She tried to pull him closer in order to deepen the kiss. Sirius, sensing her desire, quickened his motions. As he committed the scent and feel of her to memory, his tongue increased its' speed. He kissed her passionately, kissing her with a hunger he had not felt in quite some time.
Hermione eventually tugged away from him. She panted, trying to catch her breath.
"My kisses often have that effect on people," he said, smirking at her.
Hermione laughed. "Oh, shut it," she said before closing the distance between them. Their lips crashed together once more as they hungrily explored each other's mouths.
Sirius' hand moved from her waist to her stomach. His hand slid inside her robe, caressing the soft skin there. Slowly, he moved his hand upwards. He lightly cupped one of her breasts. They were the perfect size, he thought, not too big or too small. Perfect, just like her.
She shivered at his touch. Hermione felt herself becoming more at ease with every passing second. Every doubt and worry about their wedding night slowly began to drift away. Sirius knew what he was doing. He would take care and be gentle, she was sure of it.
His thumb moved, slowly going across her nipple. Hermione gasped, pressing herself into him. Sirius' head moved to her neck, alternating between kissing and sucking her creamy white flesh. His thumb continued to stimulate her until her nipple formed a stiff peak. His then turned his attention to her other breast.
With every passing second, Hermione could feel herself growing wetter and wetter. She wanted him.
Sirius pulled back to look at his wife. Oh Merlin, she was beautiful. He didn't know what he ever did to deserve such a beautiful woman but he fervently thanked whatever gods responsible.
He dipped his head lower now, planting small kisses as his mouth glided across her stomach. Hermione tensed slightly, but relaxed when Sirius' hand began to draw small circles on her hip in a soothing motion.
As he made his way between her legs, he stared at her brazenly. Her pink folds were glistening with moisture, a sure sign to her arousal. Her musky scent filled his nostrils, causing his mouth to salivate. Without any further hesitation, he licked her slit. Hermione let out a squeal of delight, tangling her hands into his long hair.
Sirius teased her for a few moments, licking her everywhere but that small spot. He was enjoying this slow torture.
Hermione was panting heavily. "Please, Sirius," she begged, lifting her head to look at him. "Please, touch me."
Smirking to himself, Sirius obeyed. His tongue darted out, swirling around her swollen nub. Hermione cried out, tugging on his hair roughly. He continued to lavish her nub, alternating between licking and sucking. Every so often, he would lightly bite down on the tender flesh.
Hermione could feel herself getting closer. She arched her hips upwards, pressing herself onto his face. Sirius increased his speed; his hands coming up to lightly palm her breasts. It was all too much. Hermione fell over the proverbial cliff, his name falling from his lips. Everything became blurry as she rode out her passion; the only thing she was aware of was the feel of Sirius' lips pressing kisses along her thigh. Those sweet kisses that seemed to burn into her skin.
Eventually, Sirius pulled away. He moved himself, positioning his hardened member at her entrance. "You good?" he asked, brushing some hair off her sweaty face.
Hermione's brown eyes met his grey ones. She gave a nod. "More than good, actually."
Sirius chuckled. "Good." He bent down and kissed her. Hermione responded to the kiss eagerly. She could taste her muskiness on his lips and vaguely wondered what he tasted like.
As they were kissing, Sirius gently slid himself into her. Hermione trembled a bit, gripping his shoulders tightly. He paused as he met his resistance but Hermione nodded, silently giving permission. He pressed forward quickly, breaking through her barrier.
Hermione cried out, burying her face into his shoulder.
Sirius stilled, not wanting to hurt her anymore. He leant down and pressed kisses all over her face. He moved to her neck, kissing and biting the skin there.
Eventually, Hermione moved her hips. "It's okay, Sirius, you can move now."
"You sure?" he asked hesitantly. "I don't want to hurt you."
She smiled, touched by his concern. "I'm fine," she assured him. She wriggled her hips, a shy grin on her face. "See? All good, now move, Sirius, please."
Sirius, unable to deny her wishes, started to move. He went slowly at first, allowing her to adjust to the sensation. Eventually, he picked up speed, moving into her quickly. His eyes fluttered close; she felt so wonderful.
Hermione arched her back, lifting her arse off the bed. Her eyes rolled back at the pleasure this new position was giving her. "Sirius," she moaned, licking her lips.
He groaned; the sight of her before him was driving him insane. He did his best to hold back, not wanting to come just yet. His hands glided down over her breasts, teasing them momentarily before gripping her hips. He held her tightly as he pumped into her.
"Sirius!" she cried, her walls suddenly tightening around him. She gripped at the sheets, trying to brace herself. "Sirius!"
His name sounded like heaven coming from her lips. He sped up his movements, coming with a grunt. "Oh fuck," he cursed as he emptied himself into her.
She watched him come, her eyes wide in curiosity. The eager and curious expression on her face drove Sirius wild. He had no idea someone's innocence could be so stimulating.
Eventually, he collapsed onto the bed, lying on his side next to her. "You okay?" he asked again, wanting to check on her.
Hermione turned onto her side so she could face him. She grinned at him. "Sirius, I'm more than okay." She leaned forward and gave him a kiss. "Thank you for be so gentle and caring." She paused for a moment. "It means a lot to me."
Sirius pulled up the blankets over them both. "Hermione, there's no need to thank me." He pressed a kiss to her forehead. "I'm just glad you enjoyed it."
"I did," she admitted shyly. "And I think I'd quite like to do it again sometime, if that's all right."
Sirius arched his brow. "I think that could be arranged."
Hermione laughed. Her smile, however, faltered after a moment.
Sirius picked up on her change of mood almost immediately. "What is it, Hermione? What's wrong?"
She shifted uncomfortably, her eyes downcast. "I was just thinking," she said in a quiet voice, "about how this night could have been very different if Malfoy had managed to marry me."
Sirius' arms were around her almost immediately. "Don't think like that," he whispered, kissing her temple. "I've got you, Hermione, and I will never let anything bad happen to you."
Hermione hugged him back. "Thank you," she whispered. "I owe you so much, Sirius. I don't know how I'll ever be able to pay you back."
"Stop," Sirius said, peering into her brown eyes. "You don't owe me anything, Hermione, so get those silly notions out of your mind. I married you out of duty, I suppose, but that doesn't mean I don't care for you. You're a beautiful woman, I'm sure in time, I could maybe-"
"Shh," Hermione cut him off. "Don't make promises unless you know they'll come true." She smiled at him. "You care for me and that's more than I could have hoped for. Thank you."
Sirius gently kissed her. "Why don't we get some sleep?" he suggested once pulling away. "We have a long day ahead of us tomorrow."
"All right," Hermione conceded. She made herself comfortable in his arms and slowly drifted to sleep.
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