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06:00 AM September 1st , 1996.
Hermione woke to a soft kiss to the crook of her neck. Warm arms were wrapped around her middle and pulled her back into a firm chest. She sighed and slipped her hands along Remus’ arms.
His voice was low and vibrated in his chest, “People are starting to get up.”
She nodded and sat up. Sirius was still fast asleep on her left side. He laid on his stomach with his face towards her. She smiled down at him before she bent at the waist and kissed his temple.
Remus slid his hand to her hip and tightened his grip. It sent a wave of arousal through her entire body as she felt his erection pressed against the cleft of her arse. She pulled back from the sleeping Sirius to turn and kiss Remus over her shoulder. His lips were soft and sensual as he teased her lips apart with his tongue. His hips rocked into hers and she couldn’t help but push back into him as she deepened their kiss. Her entire body ached. She could feel how hot and swollen her sex was.
She hissed as she felt the head of Remus’s cock pressed insistently against her opening. Her hips bucked involuntarily trying to get away from the intrusion. Remus chuckled and playfully patted her arse as he pulled himself up from the bed.
Hermione watched him at the foot of the bed as he stood stark naked and smirked at her and wrapped his hands around both of her ankles and yanked her to the foot of the bed. She shrieked in surprise as she found herself nose to nose with Remus looking into his jade green eyes.
He placed a soft kiss to the tip of her nose and then pulled her up and into his arms as he carried her towards the bathroom. He continued to kiss her softly as we walked them into the bathroom only to stop when he sat her down on the counter. She watched him carefully as he moved around the private bathroom and prepared it for her use. He started the shower and pulled out a couple of large towels and placed them on the counter beside her. He opened the medicine cabinet and pulled out a small tin of paste and returned to her.
His fingers slid lovingly along the line of her jaw as he pulled her into another tender kiss. “I’m sorry that I was rough with you last night.” The words were soft puffs of breath against her lips and she nodded as she accepted his apology, “Normally I have better control of myself.”
“Last night,” she started to ask but blushed when she looked at the smirk on his face. There it was again. A look that was half amused and half pride. It was a different side of Remus that she had never seen. Never known. He was reserved. Humble. Calm. In control. Usually.
Last night he had delighted in her shock of him. He had towered over her. Invaded her space. Kissed her roughly. Squeezed her hips and waist so hard she was sure there would be marks. He had fucked her hard and fast without abandon knowing she had only been a virgin hours before. There had been this overwhelming sense that he had been showing off to her. Revealing himself to be a powerful male specimen instead of a shy professor. He had not been calm. Had barely been in control. If she had been of a rational mind, she would have been more afraid than she had been. She felt that he had been aroused from the small amount of fear that she exhibited. She was reluctant to admit to herself that it pleased her.
Remus’s fingers spread her open and she felt a cool substance rubbed into her folds. It was an immediate relief. His hands were soft and relaxed as he spread the cool soppy paste over her center and started a leisure massage over her most intimate parts.
Hermione gripped the arm that was resting on the counter beside her as he worked. Her head rested softly against his chest as she let him take care of her.
“Last night?” he prompted her as he started to focus on her clit.
She sighed at his touch and warmth started to replace the cool feeling the paste left behind. She searched for her courage and asked him what she wanted to know, “Is it always like that with you?”
He laughed and his chest vibrated against her head. She felt him add more of the paste to her entrance and slid two of his thick fingers inside of her. She gasped at the feeling. He was being thorough to make sure that he got the paste everywhere that was needed. She could feel that her lips were considerably less swollen. The inner walls started to feel much better as well as he continued to pump his fingers inside of her. The ache of having been stretched and fucked by two wizards was still there.
He kissed her temple as he withdrew his fingers. “I’m capable of being much more gentle than I had been, Hermione. I am sorry.”
“I liked it,” she mumbled into his chest and blushed at her own words. She didn’t much care for how tender she had been when she had woken afterward. At the moment she had been practically begging for every sharp thrust he could give her.
His chest vibrated again in a silent chuckle, “I know,” he pulled her off the counter and let her step into the shower first. The hot water cascaded down her soaking her hair as she felt Remus press in behind her. He shifted her hair helping get all of it wet before he added a good amount of Sirius’s shampoo to her tresses. The hot water was hitting her breast and running down her body and Remus massaged the shampoo into her scalp.
“What did you like about it the most?” he asked. His words were not meant sensually. She could tell from his tone that it was a simple inquiry. Curiosity. But the words vibrated in her chest and she shivered before she answered, “How much you wanted me. The way you looked at me and I knew that I was- That I was,” she couldn’t finish the thought.
“Fucked?” He supplied. “Were you afraid?”
“No. A little maybe.” Hermione didn’t want to lie to him. But she was afraid he’d pull away from her and allow guilt to torment him for no good reason. “I trust you, Remus. I just hadn’t seen that side of you before. It was startling at first.”
Remus turned her to face him and tilted her head back as he started to rinse the soap from her hair as his voice rumbled, “If Sirius hadn’t been there, I doubt you would have relaxed.” He cut off her protest before it came and continued, “You have to understand that last night was different. I don’t need Sirius to temper me except for on full moons. Sometimes near one.” As the last of the soap drained away he turned her to face away from him again and added conditioner to her hair.
“I wanted to mate with you, Hermione. I wanted to bury my cock inside of you and fuck you. I wanted to be knotted inside of you so you couldn’t get away.” He spoke so matter-of-factly but Hermione’s breath was becoming erratic, his fingers dug deep into her scalp.
She relaxed and leaned back into him allowing his words to wash over her, his breath hot on her ear, “I wanted to fill your womb with my seed while I marked you as mine.” His mouth closed around the curve of her shoulder and neck and bit down softly on her flesh as he rocked his erection into her back. Her mind raced as she felt him show her what he and Sirius had stopped him from doing the previous night. He turned her and dipped her hair back in the water as he started to rinse her hair again. His behavior the night before started to make much more sense in her mind.
“Why didn’t you?” Hermione questioned confused on why they would stop Remus from doing something that was supposed to come naturally to him.
Remus growled and strong hands lifted her suddenly. She was roughly backed into the shower wall as rubbed his thick cock to her hot center and his hands tightened on her arse.
“Don’t tempt me, witch.”
Her legs wrapped around his back as she pulled his sandy blond hair until his lips met hers. She hadn’t been trying to seduce him. A small smile spread across her face with the sudden thought that she could if she wanted to. That this wizard wanted her. It was a shamefully powerful feeling. She rocked her hip on him and felt him moan into her mouth.
“Hermione,” he pleaded. “I want nothing more than to take you again right now. But, if I do, I’m not sure if I could stop myself from doing everything I wanted to.”
She nodded. She understood. She felt bereft.
His hands moved from her arse to wrap his arms around her waist and pulled her away from the wall and securely to his chest. Soft kisses along her jaw and neck eased the pain she felt in her chest. She wanted this with Remus so much and it confused the daylights out of her. When she removed her robes and shirt last night it was intending to sleep with both wizards. To show them that if she could sleep with Remus so could Sirius. That it was all physical. Just sex. Nothing to concern yourself about.
In her mind, last night, it had all been matter-of-fact.
The ache in her chest wasn’t just about sex. It wasn’t just the disappointment that Remus didn’t want to fuck her right here in the shower. There was a separate heartache that came out of nowhere. He hadn’t answered her question about why he hadn’t mated with her and marked her. He had even gone so far as to admonish her for trying to entice him into it when he and Sirius both did not want it to happen.
She was wrapped so securely in his arms. His kisses were so tender and sweet, loving. However, her feelings, ached with the thought that he didn’t want her. He was tempted by her. Aroused. Even now his erection was pressed intimately between them.
Hermione pulled back from Remus and her voice broke as she asked a more pointed question than before, “You don’t want me as your mate?”
Remus closed his eyes in a pained expression. His arms tightened around her and then loosened as he lowered her to her feet. “Hermione,” he said as he lowered his forehead to rest against hers and held her face tenderly between both of his hands. “It’s not something that I would ever do without your consent.”
“You have it,” she choked out. She couldn’t believe the words that were coming out of her mouth. Yesterday, she had been crestfallen to realize that she would be forced to marry someone just to remain safe. Today, she was practically begging to be irrevocably bonded to another wizard.
Remus released her quickly and his hands started to shake. She searched his face as he stepped back from her.
“I can’t,” his words were hoarse, and she could barely hear them over the sound of the shower hitting the tile. “You shouldn’t be saying these things, Hermione.”
“Remus,” she reached for him as he moved to step out of the shower, “I-”
“No!” Remus warned. “You need to think this through! You can’t say things like that while we are-”
He turned abruptly. His shoulders deflated in defeat, but his voice was firm, “Finish getting ready, Hermione. I’ll be escorting you to the train in a few hours. We can talk about this when you’re dressed.”
Remus left the bathroom as quickly as he could. He ignored Sirius’s attempts to ask him what was wrong. He was dressed in a matter of minutes and was heading out of the bedroom.
Sirius grabbed him roughly and pushed him against the wall. He had each of his hands pressed painfully into each of his shoulders and gritted out between each breath, “Tell. Me. What. Happened.”
Remus pushed Sirius off him with barely any effort and sank to the floor. His hands clutched his hair and he pulled painfully. He needed to think. He couldn’t do that here. Not knowing that she was in the other room. Not with Sirius right in front of him.
“She wants to know why I don’t want her as my mate.” He could barely get the words out. He raised his face to meet Sirius’s gaze. He was crouched down in front of him concerned. He knew his eyes probably gave him away. Between their golden hue and the desperation for the witch in the bathroom, he could hide nothing from Sirius.
Sirius sighed and stood from a crouch. Remus clenched his eyes shut and waited for Sirius’s admonishment. It didn’t take long. His voice was full of reproach, “Why do you do this to yourself, Moony?”
Remus shook his head trying to clear his thoughts, “I can’t. This can’t happen.” He needed to leave. He felt cornered by Sirius. His wolf wanted nothing more than go pin the willing witch to the floor and take her until she was his. He couldn’t let that happen. He cared for her more than that. She had to understand what she was offering before he could allow his wolf any smidgen of hope.
Then there was the small matter that she was already married. Bonded to Sirius. Last night had just been sex. Nothing more. Nothing else could happen. She made her point. There would be no jealousy or hurt feelings knowing that the two wizards were together.
His hands began to shake again thinking of how close he had come to knotting inside of her the night before. Of pumping his seed inside of her. It had taken all his strength to beg Sirius to move her. He had been incapable of pushing her away. It would have been so easy to lock their bodies together so she couldn’t get away while he bit into her flesh. To make her his as much as she was Sirius’s.
“I’ll talk to her,” Sirius finally said heavy in disappointment, “You should go. Pull yourself together. You’re supposed to escort them to the train today. You need to protect our family, Remus.”
Remus nodded as he started to pull himself up from the floor. The instinct to defend his pack started to wash away any other concerns.
“And, Remus?” Sirius asked as reached for the door. He couldn’t bring himself to look at him as he continued, “If she wants to be your mate?”
The question killed him inside. He pulled the door open and simply nodded and left.
Sirius waited patiently for Hermione to leave the bathroom from his armchair. He hadn’t asked her last night if this was what she wanted. Both of them? The three of them? He had been too cowardly to ask. High on the possibility of being with both himself. Now he understood that he had been afraid of seeing her waiver if he had asked.
The idea of her also mating with Remus while being married to him was beyond anything that he could have ever dreamed possible.
However, he would give her whatever her heart desired. To do that he needed to control his longings to figure out what was going on in her head.
The door opened slowly before she stepped out nervously. He raised his head to look at her. It almost didn’t seem possible that she didn’t look any different. Not outwardly. The only difference was his intimate knowledge of her.
Even now he could feel himself starting to stiffen just looking at her in a simple skirt and blouse she intended to wear to the train. It was nothing different than he had seen her were a thousand times before.
Now, however, he knew how those legs felt in his hands. He knew how they felt around his hips. Over his shoulders.
That lip she was nervously biting? He knew what it felt like to have her bite his own. He knew her taste. Her smell.
“Come here, love.”
She stepped nervously between his open knees and he coaxed her down to his lap pulling her close to his body. He tipped her chin and gave her a chaste kiss.
“Tell me what you want to happen.”
Her eyes darted down to her lap and he tipped her chin again to look back at him. He wouldn’t allow for any misunderstandings. He needed to be able to read her face. He knew she was probably going through a tsunami of emotions, but he wouldn’t let her hide from it.
“I’ll go first,” his eyes never once looked away from hers, “I want you as my wife above everything else.”
“I will put that before any other wishes that I have. I don’t want to hurt you with my relationship with Remus. I didn’t question being with you both for a moment because it was more than I could have hoped for.”
She listened intently despite the obvious desire to hide her face from him.
“You need to understand that for Remus and me, it can only ever be what we’ve always been. Lovers. Family. Pack. I love him. He needs a mate, Hermione, not just a lover.” He took a deep breath before he explained the delicate balance of their relationship further, “If you want to be his mate it would be more than I would ever dream of. But if it’s not what you want, we can’t keep him between us in our marriage. He needs to be able to find-”
There was a firm rap on the door and then Molly’s voice, “Hermione, dear! Breakfast is ready.”
Sirius grimaced. He hadn’t faced Molly yet since he consummated his marriage with Hermione. He knew what he would be facing with her and couldn’t stomach the idea of listening to a word of it. Not now, when his worst sin hadn’t been taking her virginity. If Molly only knew what had happened in this very room last night his head would probably get mounted in the hallway right next to all the grotesque house elves.
He hesitated as he reached for Hermione, “Don’t,” but she had already moved swiftly to the door.
“Hi, Mrs. Weasley,” she said brightly. She was pulled in a famous bone-crushing hug. Sirius rolled his eyes, annoyed.
“Oh, let me have a look at you,” Molly held her at arm’s length to inspect her. She asked her with concern, “Are you alright, dear? Do you need anything?”
Hermione shook her head, “No, Mrs. Weasley. I’m perfectly fine.”
Molly nodded not hearing a word she had said, “Why don’t you come down to breakfast? The others would love to see you.” Molly still hadn’t deigned to look in his direction. He was fine with that. He could deal with whatever she forked out later. Her obvious concern now was removing his wife from his presence. She was very adept at doing it with Harry.
“Maybe later,” Hermione replied, “Sirius and I don’t have much time before I leave.”
Molly had the audacity the blush at the statement and Sirius had no earthly idea why. Hermione had said nothing worth blushing over. His eyes were in danger of being stuck in the back of his head.
“You could both spend it eating breakfast with the rest of us, dear,” there was that perfect level of censor she had perfected.
“No, Mrs. Weasley,” Hermione was more forceful. She was obviously irritated that she had to turn down the invitation more than once. “Sirius and I need to speak privately before I leave. If you’ll excuse us.”
Pure joy lit a fire in his chest at her curt dismissal.
“Now, Hermione, I don’t think that would be appropriate considering-
“Don’t you dare!” Hermione snapped. “My mother,” she brandished her ring and finger in front of Molly’s face, “Gave me my grandmother’s ring to marry Sirius. My father,” she huffed, “gave me a way to him. You don’t get to have any say about what is appropriate or not.”
“That’s just unreasonable, Hermione.” She was pleading with her concern still sketched on her face, “Arthur and I think of you as one of our own. Your parents are muggles. They don’t-
Sirius finally stood and growled, “Don’t you dare finish that sentence. You don’t get to decide that you somehow know better than her own parents. They put her in my care. Not yours.” He shook himself wondering if he was just talking about Hermione?
Molly’s concern gave way to anger as she finally looked in his direction.
Before she could draw breath to speak to him Hermione said in a tightly controlled voice, sarcasm dripping, “Mrs. Weasley, I don’t find it appropriate for a married woman to be in my husband’s bedroom. My bedroom. I’m asking you to leave it now. If you can’t respect my wishes, I’d ask you also leave my house.”
Hermione took a step towards her crowding her in the doorway and took a firm hand around the door handle and closed it as far as she could without actually touching Molly.
Her voice was saturated with derision as she stood face to face with Molly Weasley, “Besides, I don’t think it would be appropriate if I gave my husband a proper goodbye with an audience.”
Molly’s mouth gaped open as she stumbled back and a door slammed in her face.
Sirius could swear he heard a chuckling wolf somewhere downstairs as he warded the room. Once he was sure they wouldn’t be disturbed he grabbed his wife and kissed her soundly.
“I knew I liked you,” he laughed.
She threw her head back and laughed with him.
He looked down at her and teased, “Do I get a proper goodbye?”
She smiled coyly back at him, “Maybe.” Her smile shift as she said, “You did ask me what I would like to happen?”
He nodded somberly remembering their earlier discussion. “Remus deserves to find a mate. It’s very different for him than it is for us.”
“I know,” Hermione said, “The wolf is restless without a mate. I’m not sure how he’s even gone this long without one.”
Sirius shrugged and elaborated on the matter, “He’s Remus.”
Pretending to understand him, Hermione said “Yes. That explained a lot. All my questions have been answered.”
He ignored her dry sarcasm, “I just mean that if Remus has a chance to punish himself, he takes it. If there’s something that he wants he talks himself out of it. If you speak plainly with him, he argues with you. But the crux here isn’t what Remus wants. I know him and his moody Moony almost better than I know myself. What do you want, Hermione?”
Sirius held his breath as he waited for her answer.
She leaned up and captured his lips, “I want to be your wife and his mate.”
His lungs flooded with air as he clamped his eyes shut. He pulled her into a bone-crushing hug of his own. Her feet lifted from the ground as he held her to his chest. He stayed there for just a moment before finally letting her go. His chest was light and his mind befuddled. He pushed her back towards the bed. Her knees buckled and then she was laid out before him.
Her eyes were heavy with desire as she watched his hands pull his belt apart. He heard the metal clink as pulled a strap free. He took hold of the buckle and pulled until it was free from his jeans. Her eyes darted from his hands to his face as pushed on the button and then pulled on the zipper. His gaze dropped to her barely parted knees.
“Pull your skirt up,” he instructed as he dropped his jeans to his hips. When she hesitated to do what he asked, he added, “I don’t want to get your skirt dirty, just you.”
She blushed and worked her skirt up slowly to her waist. He grinned when he finally got a good look at her knickers.
“Are those for me?” his voice was raspy. He trailed a finger along the lacy white gusset. Her thighs widened as he slipped a finger along the edge and ghosted along her flesh. He bent over her and kissed her through her knickers while his fingers worked to pull the flimsy lace to the side so he could taste her. He dipped his tongue to her juicy center and dragged it to her hard little nub. He felt her body shudder.
He wanted to be inside her as much as he wanted to taste her. He slipped his tongue back to her cunt and pushed inside. The deep moan he felt more than heard traveled straight to his cock. He pulled away from her and licked the juices from his lips while he dropped his boxer briefs to his hips.
He wrapped his hand around his cock and gave himself a slow stroke up and down his shaft while she watched him.
“Move back some,” he directed.
She kept hold of her skirt as she scooted back further on the bed. He moved his hand in a much firmer tug before he crawled over her.
One elbow was beside her head as he looked down at her, his hand slowly intertwining into her hair. His other hand moved her lacy knickers to the side again as he traced her wet opening.
She shuddered at the touch and he said huskily, “Put me inside you.” He watched as her face registered shock and then arousal. He never looked away from her as he felt her small hand wrapped around him and move his tip towards her opening. He readjusted his hold on her knickers as he felt his head drag against her folds as she found her own entrance.
Sirius slowly pushed into her hot center while she bit her lip. Once his hips sat perfectly in the cradle of hers he moved to frame her face. He held himself over on his forearms and her head held tenderly in his hands.
He traced her lips with his tongue as she opened her mouth to his. He slipped inside expertly as his tongue danced with hers. He started to rock his hips back barely moving out of her before he firmly pressed back in as far as he could while he pressed himself firmly into her clit.
“Sirius,” she groaned out breathlessly. His name on her lips sent a shiver down his spine as if she had run a light finger down his back herself.
His movements were slow and precise. Each time only pulling out enough to he could push back in and rock up and into her pelvic bone. Her body rocked into the motion he had created on the bed and he used it to push more insistently into her.
She pulled him closer to her and she dug her heels into his arse. When Hermione started to meet his thrust he chuckled down at her, “Impatient, love?”
Frustrated she pressed her head back and raised her hips, her back arched, “Sirius, please. Harder. Or faster. Please.”
He stopped his movements altogether and moved from the cradle of her hips. It was difficult to lean up with his pants and briefs still around his thighs. Her groan of protest stopped once he started to slip the lacy fabric of her knickers down her thighs. He leaned back down to kiss her softly and then suck her bottom lip into his mouth. “Whatever you want, love. Just tell me.”
He watched her think about his offer she pushed back on his chest until he was laid out for her. He shifted his pants a bit further down his thighs as she climbed on top of him. He was ecstatic that she wasn’t just being a passive participant. He helped her align herself over him and sink slowly on him. He watched her face filter through a myriad of sensations as she took in all of him. Her voice was breathy, “What do you want, Sirius?”
He chuckled and then teased her as he pumped up once into her, eliciting a soft moan.
Sirius grinned wide, “Oh, you have absolutely no idea the depravity I have instore for you little witch.”
He pumped his length up into her again, drawing an “Oh.” Was that question or praise , he wondered.
He pressed up into her again as she rocked her hips. He pulled her down to his chest and readjusted her skirt to be higher on her waist. His lips ghosted her ear, “Do you want to know all of the wicked things I want to do with you, Hermione?” He pumped up into her hard, his hands firm on each cheek of her arse.
“Ughhh, Sirius,” She nodded into his neck while her pussy clamped hard around him.
His voice rumbled in her ear as he panted and pumped into her, “I want to suck your clit while Remus fucks you.” His fingers started to trail down her crack and trace her puckered hole. She bucked at the contact, but it didn’t faze him.
He slowed his hips and she immediately rocked her hips sharply over his and begged him, “Don’t stop.”
His hand tightened on her arse and his other tapped lightly on the tight ring. “I’m going to make this hole mine, love.” He pressed to the tight hole and teased the entrance never fully penetrating it. He helped her rock and then rolled her hips into a steady motion. “I’ll lick it, taste it, and fill it.”
He wasn’t sure if he should push her so far so fast with his dirty talk but it was hard for him to stop now that he was started. He wanted her to know exactly what he wanted to do.
He buried his face into her neck as she continued to move and take her pleasure above him, “I’m going to bend you over every fucking surface I can and bounce that tight pussy over my cock.”
Her moan was long and loud. She was growing wetter around him and her hips growing erratic. He started to pump into her again and push her hips down and let them spring back up. Showing her exactly what it was like to bounce over his cock. “And then I’m going to do it all over again in your arse.”
“Oh, god,” she moaned, she relinquished control completely to his hips and hands.
“And when you can take me in your arse like a good girl, I’m going to let Remus knot in that pussy while I bugger you.”
“Unghhhh!”
Her body shook over his while he continued to pump harshly into her quivering cunt. Every upward stroke pushed ruthlessly against her tender clit. He could hear the squelch of their wet fucking over the sound of slapping skin. When her orgasm had finishing following through her body and she went limp over him he pulled her up quickly shifting her until she was on her knees and her face in the pillow.
She made a wonderfully debauched picture with her blouse a mess and her skirt wrapped around her waist with her round arse in the air ready for him to take. Her hair was a massive curly halo around her sweaty and pink face. She had turned her head slightly to watch him, her bottom lip between her teeth.
He didn’t wait or warn her but pushed into her, stilled his hips, and controlled the movements of her arse with his own hands. He moved her quickly over himself. He knew it wouldn’t take him long now. His hands squeezed into her arse cheeks spreading them wide as he watched himself disappear inside of her. Not stopping even for a moment to allow her the time to learn the movement herself so she could take over.
His eyes couldn’t get enough of watching his cock disappear into her hot pink flesh. He eyed her puckered hole and wanted to come there.
“Where?” he panted. Ladies’ choice after all.
Her pussy clenched him, “Oh god,” she moaned.
“Where, witch.” He pleaded. His balls tightened.
“Inside me, Sirius, please!”
Warm, hot, spurts, erupted from him at her words. They were perfect. He pumped until he was spent, and she was full of his seed.
He collapsed beside her utterly exhausted. He hadn’t had this much sex in one day since his twenties. His jeans still around his thighs and his spent cock laying haphazardly where it landed on his hip when he collapsed. He grinned and looked over at his wife as she moved from the bed, her hips red from his hands.
She grabbed his wand and he set up suddenly, “Don’t you dare cast a scourgify on yourself.”
She looked at him appalled. “I can’t go to school like this!”
He got up and pulled his jeans and briefs up unceremoniously. He walked over and pulled a used t-shirt from his hamper. It looked like one of Remus’s. Using the shirt he reached down and wiped the excess fluid from her thighs. When he was done, he straightened her skirt out until it was smooth down her thighs.
She cocked her head at him as he used his wand to smooth out her blouse. “Is it a werewolf thing that I don’t know about?”
“What?” he asked in confusion as he slowly dried the sweat from her hairline.
“Why does it turn you on so much to come inside me? Why don’t you want me to wash it away? Is it a werewolf thing that rubbed off on you?” Her eyes widened, “Or is it a dog thing?”
Laughter rumbled through Sirius’s chest, “No, love. That depravity is all mine.” He kissed her hairline, “I like the idea that I’m inside of you even when I’m not. You’ll feel me inside of you all day.” He started to button his jeans and looked around for his belt. “And I know a certain werewolf that feels the same.”
He eyed a bit of lace on the bed and pushed it into his pocket as quickly as he could. He checked his hair once in the mirror and then turned to his wife, “I also know a certain witch that’s begged me twice now to come inside of her.” He grinned as she blushed.
She stammered out, “It- I think- I knew you wanted to hear me-” she couldn’t finish her thought through her embarrassment, and Sirius spared her, finding her completely adorable.
He kissed her soundly, “Thank you, love. Listening to you beg me for it? Everything I’ve ever needed that I had no idea I could ever want.” He kissed her one last time before he took her hand and led her downstairs. It was nearly time leave and he wanted to make sure she at least got a bite to eat before she left with the guard.
The kitchen quieted as they walked in. It didn’t go completely silent and for that Sirius was grateful. Sirius pulled the seat out beside Remus for Hermione to take and pushed her in after she sat. He studiously ignored the blush Hermione gave as she glanced at Remus. She further ignored the red-faced Molly Weasley at the head of his kitchen table. George passed a plate eggs to Hermione while Sirius took a seat beside her and poured her a cup of coffee with two creams and passed it to her as well.
Ginny caught his eye then winked. He hid his grin not wanting to spark Molly’s ire further.
The conversation started to slowly pick up. No one commented on yesterday’s news or marriage. No one dared to mention how long it took Hermione and Sirius to come down to breakfast after Molly herself had gone to collect them. Not one comment on Hermione’s flushed face or Sirius’s sweaty shirt.
Sirius retreated as he watched everyone who wasn’t going to the train to say goodbye to the kids. He wished he could go. His sudden slide from notoriety to celebrity was a security risk he couldn’t put them through. Harry was enough to catch some attention. But he needed to blend into the background to escort his godson and wife. He had half a mind to say screw it and go anyway. He knew they’d be safe. Fred, George, and Bill were going as ‘family’ while Remus, Tonks, and Mad-Eye were Harry’s trained defense.
His wife stood on her toes and gave him a soft but innocent kiss good-bye.
Before Remus could slip out of the house, he slipped a pair of white lacy knickers into his pocket.
Remus was on high alert until they finally made it on to the platform. He helped Ginny move her trunk to the train before he returned to help Hermione.
He gave a quick look to see if Mad-Eye was nearby, pleased, he quickly pulled Hermione into a compartment and warded it. He smiled down at her and then kissed her softly.
“I think your missing something.” Her knickers dangled down from his index finger.
She quickly snatched them from him. “How did you- Never mind.” She shook her head amused.
Remus kneeled before her, “May I?” he held his hand out expectantly.
She nodded nervously and handed him the small scrap of fabric. Hermione stepped into the proffered garments and he slid them slowly up her thighs. He shimmied her skirt up until she was completely exposed to him. He leaned in to smell her quim as pulled the fabric over her hips and settled them in place.
He grinned up at her, “You smell delicious.” Instead of tasting her the way he wanted he straightened her skirt and walked back to the platform with her in his wake.
As everyone said their second set of good-byes he whispered into Hermione’s ear during their hug while her best friends waited patiently for her to board the train with them. His voice was husky and low, “Stay safe, love. I’ll see you soon.”
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