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Noir is the summer of our discontent	By : Goldspoon Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Sirius/Hermione Views: 2007 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Noir is the summer of our discontent
- 2-Kiss me senseless
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"I'm yours to command, lovely duck, I'll show you anything you want," Sirius said as he circled around to her back and softly pulled her hips against him.
Hermione was pleased. She didn't think anyone could make a childish pet name sound seductive; only him.
"Kissing first. Start small. Please? I want this to build up. I want to learn everything from scratch."
It seemed he was thinking then. He'd stopped nuzzling and kissing her through her hair and was now resting his chin on her temple, moving gently, absent minded, up and down. His stubble gave her goosebumps and helplessly she pressed her arse against his thighs.
"Who's kissed you before?"
"Uhnnn... Ron? Victor... Keiran."
"Who're those last two?"
"Victor Krum. The triwizard champion?"
"Hmmm," he assented, "and...?"
"Keiran... he works at the caf behind my parent's practice..."
"On the lips?"
"Yes! Of course!"
"Passionately? or nips and pecks?"
"Passionately... I guess?"
"Tongue?"
"... yes..."
"Did they bite you? Nibble you?"
"Keiran did. Victor kinda."
"What, on your lips? Your ears?"
"Keiran gave me a full on snog. Victor left a love bite but didn't do anything else."
"And Ron?"
"Uhhhh, he licked my face?"
"Hmmm, won't mention him again. He's out of the running."
"What else do you need to know?"
"What else did they kiss of yours?"
"Victor kissed my hand..."
"Normal for wizards. On top or underneath?"
"Both?"
"Romantic sod. Up the arm?"
"No."
"Loser... No décolleté then obviously."
Sirius's hands had begun a gentle massaging of her hips. She had reached back awkwardly, trying to touch him back but her smaller arms could barely breach his forearms to reach his hips.
"What about Keiran?"
"He nibbled and sucked my neck, and down to here..." she drew a finger across her collarbone.
"Did he have wandering hands?"
"... yes..."
"What did they do? Show me..." he directed, placing one of his hands on hers.
Slowly Hermione ran her hand upwards, first rubbing across her ribs, barely grazing the underside of her breast, before climbing and grasping the mound firmly, squeezing and kneading it hard. Though it was her own hand fondling, she felt a gush reacting to Sirius's proximity and movement. As if in sync, he continued his fact finding in this vein.
"Did you ever get wet while kissing?"
"Sure."
"A lot wet or just a little?"
"A lot when he grabbed my boobs," and in emphasis she gave herself a painful squeeze and had a shiver of glee when Sirius got the hint and squeezed his hand tighter over hers, humming in a satisfied way.
Dropping his hand he circled back around to face her. "Got time now?" he grinned.
"Are you serious?" she jokingly snapped before giving an inner groan. Thankfully he didn't say it, though his eyebrows did anyway. Of course, of course.
"I'll kiss you senseless," he stopped to kiss her left eyelid, "but not here," he blessed the right eyelid with a matching smack. Snatching up the throw on the lounge behind her, he wrapped it around her shoulders along with his arms and disapparated.
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They were on a hill with soft grassy blades and tiny yellow flowers, the slope running down to a pebble shore where the water lapped quietly with the gentle breeze. It was coming to dusk, the sky purplish and peach with low streaked clouds that petered out on the horizon. The first and brightest stars were already visible.
After taking in her fill she turned, satisfied, to find Sirius gazing smugly hands in his pockets, as if to say - I know what I'm doing, obviously.
Clutching the throw still around her shoulders, she sauntered up. "What now, big man? You know what the boys did. What will you do?"
Taking her hand she shivered to find his devastatingly warm. Slipping his wand out he cast a wingardium and the throw slithered off her, hovered then fluttered down to perfectly spread out.
"Have a seat, my lady," he said as he descended to his knees before her. Obligingly she sank down, curling her legs to one side and watched him mirror her. Turning to look about, he pointed his wand to a tuft not far off and accioed. A wildflower stalk flew towards them and slowed to hover. Reaching up, she took the stem between her fingers, admiring the pretty clusters of white as she brought it to her nose.
"Thank you, Sirius. I thought you scoffed at romance?"
"For you, I must," he said, sliding his hand over the one she had propped herself up with. Again, it was incredibly warm and she couldn't help thinking of the cliché hot-blooded-male. The breeze was ruffling strands of his hair ever so lightly. Oh my god - Heathcliffe on the moors - every bodice ripper BBC drama I've ever watched - he really does know what he's doing ran the voice in her head. "You are so sweet, so good, so deserving. You should be romanced, flirted with, treated so preciously." She shuddered as his thumb began stroking her on that sensitive skin on the edge of her hand. He continued to praise her. "What a lovely mind you have, Hermione, so bright and joyful. You have a spark in your eyes that promises more, what a shame so many don't pay attention. Some would say you're as sweet as pie, but you are so much more."
But she could barely pay attention. Sirius had dropped his voice and cadence to a hypnotic force, he now trailed his finger tantalizingly back and forth, so attuned had she become that the line he drew on that skin felt fiery, punctuated when he would reward the bone of her wrist with a little attention. He was talking about her soul, her golden skin, the flush in her cheeks, her will, her spirit. Kiss me! Kiss me! she willed at him but he was taking his time, romancing her, seducing her. It crossed her mind she was not reciprocating in any way. She was entirely engrossed, basking. It felt good, incredible. Absently she noticed she still had the flower pinched between her finger, twisting it rhythmically along with Sirius's spell.
He'd set his wand down and now he was brushing and tucking her hair, grazing his knuckles along her jawline, teasingly tugging her earlobe. The darkening sky, the cool air dancing across her heightened skin focussed her every sense upon him. Here in this wide open space it was ever more intimate than any dark room she'd fumbled in. She was leaning heavily now. I want to melt into you she thought. His finger came under her chin and lifted her face and she closed her eyes, felt the moist heat from his mouth, his nostrils, as he approached, still speaking endearments. "These sweet lips you're offering - who would turn them away? You're a delight *smack*, so gorgeous *smack*, a bud just waiting to bloom into magnificence." He laid his lips fully against hers now, then toyed - nipping, caressing and suckling. HIs lower hand had begun caressing her forearm, alternating from fingertip to nails, making the hair on her neck stand and tingle. She chased his pecks but he would not stay still.
"I want you I want you," she whispered fervently.
"You want the build up. We're building up," he replied cupping his lips to her cheek.
"I want you," she repeated mindlessly.
Sirius smirked as he grasped her arm to steady her, twisted his other hand behind her neck, now nibbling her neck and her ear, smacking noisy little kisses along her jawbone to her temple. They'd both risen up on their knees now, desperation building. She had dropped the flower at some point and her hand clutched his shirt, twisting it with her fist, her other hand had slidden into a jeans pocket where she enjoyed the squeeze upon her fingers. His mouth had traversed back to hers now, opening wider, his breath promised heat and wetness, his firm suction of her bottom lip made her nipples stand on end. Finally he granted her salaciousness, sealing their lips wide, tongue sliding over hers and sucking upon it. He probed and licked hers rhythmically and her clit responded in kind, throbbing. She was sure she was making embarrasing noises but he seemed spurred on by them. His fingers were curling through her hair and his other hand running up her side.
He broke the kiss, immediately making wet kisses down her neck, one hand grasping a breast, flicking the nipple with his thumb as he mumbled more praise. She gasped as he sucked her lobe and twisted her nipple between two fingers. Without stopping, he maneouvered her down on the throw.
"Lie on me, please," she moaned and he obeyed meeting her mouth once more, wriggling down to find the best fit of their bodies, both hands now free to cup and fondle her breasts, ribs and bottom. Opening her thighs wide, unconsciously she ground her hips as she concentrated on trying to stroke his cheek and his hair without poking him in the eyes. As they engaged in another deep frenching kiss she felt another gush, stronger than the one back at home and she worried she had actually pissed herself but her clit felt so swollen, so good there was no time to worry about it. Instead she realised that Sirius was helping her frot against his pelvis, supporting her under her arse, squeezing her cheek in time. Surprised and pleased she gave over to the sensation, the chasing. Her mouth went lax as she forgot about kissing but Sirius continued unconcerned.
A cacophony of her own voice filled her mind:
Sirius yes yes so good Sirius want you want you want you yes yes
yes yes so good Sirius want you want you want you yes yes Sirius
want you want you want you yes Sirius Sirius want you Sirius yes
When she burst under him, he clutched her tightly, pinning her hips as she tried to undulate. "That's right, you good, delicious, sweet thing, so good, fuck, baby, so good," he cooed into her ear before layering soft kisses on her face.
She lay panting, eyes glossy as she stared at him. He was smiling smugly again. Incensed (not really) she smacked him lightly on the bicep.
"That was excellent," she said trying to sound genuine. She wondered what jocular return she'd get but he simply softened his smile, gave her a lingering kiss then pulled her head against his chest and directed her to look at the stars.
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