Weft of Power, Warp of Blood: A Tapestry of Desire

Chapter Fifty-One
Desire and Dark Rainbows

“If you want me… when you want to finish this, you’ll have to tell me exactly what you want.”

He’d said it weeks ago but it was finally time. Jasmine wanted him. Tonight. Now - well, when he returned from that stupid Ministry function he was playing guard-dog at. She was finished playing games and making excuses based on last summer.

He’d lied, but he’d been under orders. They’d had sex. At worst, it had been ungentlemanly. He apologized. She admitted that it hadn't been rape and she had made her fair share of bad choices. They both had. She was still besotted, though. To be honest, she was more than besotted - she was madly in love with That Man.

Setting down the book that she hadn’t been reading, she stared into the fire and mused on the past. She couldn’t help but compare her feelings for Sirius with her feelings for Severus before they’d married. What she felt wasn’t a response to Sirius’s need. It wasn’t rooted in healing and hope for a change. There wasn’t a reservation in her mind about a personality shift. There was nothing to prove and no ‘what if he’ thoughts.

She was stronger and smarter now… well, she amended, she was certainly older. Life was good - really good. She was complete - not a child - or a young woman with a yearning for a ‘someone’. She had a ‘someone’ - herself… and Arielle. Ari was ‘someone’ aplenty, she mused.

Sirius. When she touched him… Lord, it was perfect. He was dessert. He was an extra that made her life so much more interesting. He didn’t give her a reason or a purpose. He just made her purpose more enjoyable and her reason…Jasmine silently chuckled. His kisses stole her reason and made her brain feel like mush. Really, really amazing mush. Mush that she wanted more of. For a really long time.

The clock chimed too many times to bother to count and Jasmine gave quick thanks that unlike Sirius and Professor Grandpa, she didn’t have to attend the ‘sounds like a really bad idea’ event at the school. A bunch of Ministry muckety-mucks, several dozen wealthy donor types, a handful of minions and a crowd of Death Eaters didn’t sound like the slightest bit of fun. Poor Sirius was up there, keeping an eye - and a wand on the Death Eaters. Giving them access to the Hogwarts grounds had made everyone more than a tad nervous. She was more than happy to be at home under the watchful eye of Remus Lupin - babysitter extraordinaire. She’d be happier, though – ecstatic even - when Sirius returned, though.

She glanced at Remus from under her lashes as she sipped from her long-gone-warm glass of wine. He sat in a comfortable armchair reading a Muggle detective novel scavenged from Professor Grandpa’s stash of books. The book had to be at least fifty years old from the look of it. Remus looked better than he had in a long time. No longer gaunt and gangly, he’d put on some weight. The latest of his scratches had faded to a dull pink. His eyes were clear and bright and his hair, while still grey, looked healthy. She snickered, wondering what he’d think of being thought of in the same terms she’d use to describe a horse.

Remus looked up at the small sound she made and caught her examination. He glanced down to make sure that there was nothing on his shirt to cause the state before saying, “He’s fine.”

Her lips twitched and she teased. “Of course he is - and when did you start practicing Legilimency?”

He chuckled and answered, “When Severus let it slip that he was learning it and Occulumency.”

Jasmine gave him a wry look. “Now there’s a good reason.”

“It seemed like a good idea at the time” he offered, then added, “I wasn’t looking you know.”

“I know. I’d have been able to tell - though there isn’t much to see in there,” she said. Severus, Professor Grandpa, and even her father had all poked about in her head at one time or another. She’d always snarled at it but there wasn’t much to do for it. She was more interested in design rather than defense and never learned how to prevent it - not that any of them would have taught her anyway.

Always the gentleman, Remus protested.

She laughed him off. “Come on. I make clothes for a living and play with swirly colors when I need to. I’m not exactly living anything exciting here.”

“Being lusted after by Voldemort is pretty exciting, I’d say,” Remus pointed out. His tone was both amused and conciliatory. His face, though, held a touch of worry.

Jasmine rolled her eyes and huffed, “Oh please. He’s an aberration. He doesn’t want me. He wants to hurt Professor Grandpa. I’m just convenient.”

Remus nodded. There wasn’t much to say about it so he changed the subject. “So do you like the Dynomagy work?”

She mused on that for a moment before answering. “Mostly. I enjoy playing with colors - they’re pretty and I like the challenge of grabbing them. They move so quickly. We’re such odd, mercurial creatures covered in broken rainbows.”

Remus nodded, listening intently.

“I enjoy getting out of the house every once in awhile.” She grinned. “Before you came here, talking to other adults was rather rare unless I was working in the Ministry or St. Mungo’s.”

Chuckling his gentle laugh, Remus replied, “Then I’m glad we’re good for something - though I’m not sure Sirius can be called an ‘adult’.”

She giggled obligingly and nodded to acknowledge the point.

“How long have you been doing it?” he asked.

“Since leaving Hogwarts - but my mum and Grandee let me practice on them from about fifteen.”

“No underage magic restriction?”

She laughed. “What on earth would the Ministry do? Arrest Dumbledore’s daughter and granddaughter for aiding and abetting his great-granddaughter? I seriously doubt anyone worried about it.” She mused on it. “Though, now that I think about it, they never let me practice while Professor Grandpa was in the house.”

“Strict, was he?” asked Remus before taking a sip of his wine and settling more comfortably. Berri meowed and hopped up into the arm of the chair, looking expectant. Remus obliged him and in mere moments, the white cat was flopped wantonly in his lap, purring.

Jasmine smiled, glad that Berri didn’t worry that the man petting him was as lupine as he was human. She answered, “No, not strict, but there were certainly rules to living around him. Study, practice, learn, perfect - and above all, be useful and happy.”

He smiled as though he totally understood Dumbledore’s rules for life. It was likely that he’d heard them before. “And Dynomagy makes you happy?”

She hummed non-committally. “Color makes me happy - making someone feel good is a nice bonus. It’s more in the ‘useful’ category, though.”

Remus mused for a moment, “I suppose it would feel better, but ‘good’? How much does it really do?”

She looked puzzled. “What do you mean?” It sounded like he didn’t know, which was odd. St. Mungo’s offered the service all day and night, every day of the week, if needed.

“Textbooks say that it works to lighten the mood and temporarily quells the tendency towards Darkness.”

“Yes, it does,” she said, turning the end of the sentence up so that it sounded like a question. “Have you not had it done?”

“No, never.”

“But why not?” she asked, genuinely stupefied.

He gave her a look that questioned her sanity before saying, “Werewolf.”

“Oh,” she said, dumbfounded. She’d forgotten. Silently, Jasmine congratulated herself on being an idiot. “Well, I can fix that - er, the Dynomagy, not the werewolf. Here, stand over by the window.”

She bustled about, preparing her brazier, even introducing Remus to Sally, the shy little salamander with burning blue skin. He admired the little lizard as she waddled back into the fire, under the grate. As Jasmine started, she gave her usual speech on Dynomagy and the history of the art. It wasn’t long before she lapsed into silence, concentrating on her work dispelling the swirling dark rainbow until she felt confident enough about the area around his head to kneel on the floor.

Conversation was desultory until Jasmine asked, “What do you want to be doing in ten years?”

Suddenly, spurts of a dark red, putrid brown and a lot of black swirled into the smoke. Remus’s body stiffened slightly as from the corner of her eye, she saw his fist clench.

“Remus,” she said gently, “that’s supposed to be a happy-let’s-talk-about-dreams question to help you relax,” she said as she whisked several strands of black away.

He jolted slightly and apologized. “Sorry, I haven’t planned that far ahead.”

She waved a little more of the smoke out of the brazier. The open window was sucking it out of the house more than efficiently, but Jasmine still needed enough to work with. She plucked new dark browns away from his shoulders and asked, “Why not?”

“Honestly? I’m a werewolf. That isn’t the healthiest of conditions. Living past forty is pretty unusual.”

“What about that Greyback fellow you talked about? He’s well past forty, isn’t he? And what of that potion? It helps, right?” she asked in a staccato, her voice rising in panic as she tried to come up with alternatives. She tried to stay calm but was so fond of the man that she really did want to see him around for more than just babysitting duty.

“The potion is great. It’s helped our chances a great deal,” he said and Jasmine breathed a sigh of relief. “Greyback is about sixty by now – but I think he’s let go of his humanity and let the beast pickle what’s left inside.

“But you haven’t done that,” she said with certainly.

He shook his head. He said mildly, “But I still don’t expect that I’ll make it through this war. Voldemort is rather good at killing people.”

She shuddered and concentrated on separating out a clump of colors, “Then you’ll just have to stay here, won’t you?”

He looked down as she knelt on the floor in front of him, her wand moving quickly, just inches from his body. It was certainly an alluring sight, a beautiful redhead with her face inches from his belt. Whatever she was doing with the colors in his aura, it was certainly making him feel good. Perhaps too good. He couldn’t help but respond, though a blush crept over his neck. “As much as I have very much enjoyed your talent and your wonderful home, we can’t stay here forever, you know. As soon as Severus has confirmed that Voldemort has changed tactics, I, at least, will have to be more active out there.” He left the future open for Sirius as he spoke. Twisting a little bit, he hoped that his best friend’s lady wouldn’t notice that he was getting hard. It really wasn’t personal. He was sure it was the Dynomagy. Whatever she was doing felt really good, though. He hadn’t felt this lighthearted in a very long time. He stifled a yawn. The wine, treatment and lateness of the hour had all made him pleasantly sleepy.

The ward-chime at the front gate went off and both Remus and Jasmine glanced at the mirror next to the door. The dark and rain made for an excellent disguise. All they saw was a black outline of a large man, moving at a normal pace. The gate opened easily and the Hecate’s Hawthorns were calm but for the rain pattering its leaves. They both assumed that it was Sirius returning home, but each kept wand in hand.

They heard a man’s voice rumbling and the barn doors closing. A moment later, a polite knock sounded and Sirius’s voice called, “It’s just me.”

With a sidelong glance at Remus, Jasmine said loudly, “According to that pamphlet that we just received about Inferi, we’re supposed to ask for a password.”

Remus returned the glance and nodded thoughtfully, his grin hidden away. “You know, you’re right.” He called, “What’s the password?”

There was a pause from the barn. Both people inside envisioned the confused then irritated expression on Sirius’s face. With bated breath, they waited.

“Moony, open this door, you jackass.”

Remus’s face was a study in barely controlled mirth. “Say please.”

There was another pause.

“Dorcas Meadows.”

“That’ll do,” said Remus, his lips twitching and his eyes alight.

Jasmine looked at him, baffled. Remus ignored her and opened the door with a poke of his wand.

Sirius walked in. His face had a similar look of laughter tinged with exhaustion.

“Nice password,” Jasmine said from the floor, obviously inviting the gentlemen to share the joke.

“Isn’t it, though?” Sirius asked, eyeing Remus and Jasmine’s possibly compromising position as she knelt at the werewolf’s feet. An aristocratically raised eyebrow asked the question as he waved his wand; his hair and clothing dried in a puff of steam.

“Dynomagy. Have you ever had this done? It’s really rather astonishing,” said Remus and yawned. As soon as he recovered, he said, “Pardon. It’s almost as good as a Cheering Charm – Jasmine said it lasts longer, too.”

Jasmine chuckled to herself and avoided staring at Sirius by continuing to flick her wand over Remus. She said, “Well, it depends on your disposition, really. You’re likely really tired – it’s, forgive the pun, emotionally draining.”

Remus nodded.

“That’s normal, especially the first few times.”

Remus nodded his understanding and asked Sirius, “Have you ever…?”

Sirius replied, “Yeah, when I was about fourteen, my mother dragged me to St. Mungo’s. Thought it would rid me of being a blood traitor.”

Jasmine’s head snapped up and she stared at him with horror. Remus just shook his head.

Grinning at Jasmine, Sirius held his hands wide and said, “Obviously it didn’t take.”

She offered her opinion, “Hmph. Small mercies and all that.” Waving the brazier’s embers into ashes, she said to Remus, “There, you’re done for awhile. We’ll try more in a day or two.”

Remus helped Jasmine to her feet and retrieved the brazier from the floor, replacing it on the shelf where it normally sat. “Thank you very much. I appreciate you indulging my curiosity.”

“You’re welcome. I can do it for you or you can see any of the St Mungo’s ladies; when you’re ready again.”

Remus looked downcast and nodded. “I’ll do that.”

"Oh, they'll do it. I'll make sure of that," she threatened with a grin.

Shoving his hands into his trouser pockets, Sirius leaned back against the door and asked, "What, are you going to threaten them?"

Shooting her hip to the side, she crossed her arms and said with mock severity, "I will. I'll tell them that the dreaded Sirius Black will come get them if they don't do what I want."

Both men snorted.

"Best watch yourself, little girl, or Sirius Black is going to come and get you," he leered.

Performing now, she winked. “Promise?”

Remus interrupted Sirius’s answering quip. “As horrible a threat as that is, I’m going to bed. My poor heart can’t take the excitement.”

“Goodnight.”

“Night, Moony.”

Once alone, the giggles disappeared, replaced by a soft, sensual confidence that enveloped them both. She watched him as he watched her. She bit the inside of her lip but lifted her chin in a dare.

"And is that dreadful Sirius Black coming to get me?" she asked purred deliberately, trying to hide that her confidence was ever-so-slightly undermined by nervousness now that the moment had arrived.

"That depends,” he said slowly, his tone somewhere between amused and testing, “do you want to be had?"

She looked at him for a moment more as a slow smile curved over her lips. Of course she did. It had been a long time coming. Looking at him and his rakish smile was pure pleasure. Steam still radiated from his clothing and his long, black hair was rakishly mussed with strands curling from the damp. His black jumper stretched over his broad chest and shoulders, enticing her to touch. His jeans… oh, Lord, his jeans were a sin – faded to almost white at the seams, they hugged his hips and contoured to the strong muscles in his thighs. If she looked close enough, not that she would, she could see the shadowed outline of his manhood cupped by denim. She looked at his face. It was older than it should have been, with lines she would have expected on a man fifteen years his senior. But his eyes held a promise to a pleasure she’d dreamt about every night and his lips formed a dare she knew she’d take him up on.

Jasmine took a deep breath and held out her hand. “Have me.”

He was across the room in two long strides, his hand rough and strong as it totally enveloped her tiny one. It gave her a tingle low in her belly, knowing that he was so much bigger than she. Her memories only held the smallest flashes of his body covering hers – and she couldn’t wait for more.

Turning without releasing his hand, she started up the stairs, but he jerked her to a halt in mid-seductive-sway. Sirius stood on the bottom step, watching her with those mysterious rain-colored eyes. She looked at him questioningly, waiting.

His voice, barely audible, pleaded with her.“I want the words. I need the words,” he said.

She looked at him quizzically. Hadn’t she just said what she wanted?

“The last time I went up these stairs,” he said quietly, “I carried you. I spent the next year in hell, loving you while you hated me.” He shook his head and said, “I can’t do it again,” he looked deep into her eyes as he finished, “It would kill me.”

Her heart melted, right there on the stairs. Stepping down until her face was level with his, she kissed him on the cheek, enjoying the prickly stubble of his beard on her lips before caressing his other cheek with one hand. She leaned back to look into his eyes and said, “This time, I’m walking up on my own. I want this. I want you, tonight – and tomorrow.” She smiled at him, silently promising all of her tomorrows. “Come with me, please.” When he offered a smile that she’d never seen the likes of before, she led him up the stairs and into her bedroom.

They came together on a slow, sweet sigh. Their fire was tempered, for once, with patience and an ache that had burned so long that they each wanted to relish it for a little while longer. Her hands were trembling and tentative they reached for each other. He had an expression of lust, joy, and faint disbelief.

Lifting one hand, he traced down her cheek and chin, drawing her lips to his. Tenderly, his lips brushed hers in a barely-there salute.

A wordless murmur parted her lips and her tongue teased his lips apart. His tongue met hers and tempted her lips further before plunging in to taste her. She welcomed the invasion with a moan that made his stomach twist into a knot.

He drank her sweetness from her lips and wondered if he’d survive the hunger and pleasure of her. That he would dare to try wasn’t under debate. She tasted like wine and coffee and his most familiar fantasies. He wouldn’t question his luck or her reassurances of tomorrow. Now, he could only sink into her scent and taste as her tiny hands danced over his shoulders and chest, igniting passions he’d had to dream of for so long. Even as he claimed her mouth, his hands explored her breasts. She stole his breath and his will. He gave himself up to her pleasure in the blind hope that she’d never make him stop touching her.

It was only moments or minutes or hours when he dragged his mouth from hers to feast on the honeysuckle-scented silk of her throat. His tongue laved over the flutter of her pulse and nibbled at the sensitive flesh under her chin as she clung to him. When she shivered, he dragged his mouth back to hers, guided by her fingers tangled in his long hair.

Together, they gave up control and surrendered to magic deeper than any spell. They gave themselves to the moment and to the promises of a lifetime.

Sensation battered her last defenses and any last qualm melted under his hands. Her skin burned where he touched as her clothes - as their clothes were whispered away.

Another whisper gave him her heart.

Hair tousled and lips swollen, he lifted his head away from hers and stared in burgeoning joy. Like he was in a trance, Sirius dropped to his knees. Eyes closing as though looking at the sun, Sirius wrapped his arms around Jasmine’s hips and pressed his cheek to her naked belly. His whisper was a broken hallelujah as a tear escaped his clenched eyes. “Thank you. Thank you,” became a mantra.

Startled, Jasmine stoked his hair away from his face and caressed his cheeks. Her hands slid down his strong jaw and neck, then up again. She murmured her love again.

Eyes opening, he raised his head. Grey eyes met blue.

“I love you, Sirius,” she declared again, in the softest of whispers as her eyes glittered with unshed tears of joy.

“I love you, Jasmine-mine,” he said, his voice rough. “Since that first day on the mountain, I always have.”

“I always will,” Jasmine said, completing his thought. She held him close, reveling in the emotions that were crashing through as she looked down at him.

His smile was brilliant in the candlelit room and he pressed a kiss between her breasts. He stayed like that for a long time, breathing in her drugging scent.

Jasmine gave a tiny sound of ticklish arousal as his moustache and beard stroked the skin between her breasts, his cheeks pressing into each one. Teasing, he quickly rubbed his face across the tender skin then his movements slowed as her fingers tangled deeper into his hair. His groan was a rumble of approval at her touch; his reward was capturing her nipple between his lips. A quick nip had the peak in a tight pearl of sensation. He licked at the sting, soothing away the tiny pain and her gasp of surprise. Massaging her other breast, Sirius concentrated on making her ache with need.

Her skin was like the finest cream, inviting him to savor as his mouth moved on her breast. The tiny sounds that she made echoed from his memories and fantasies.

He used his tongue and teeth to taunt her into giving him more – and she gave him passion and greed aplenty. She didn’t know if he read her mind but he knew just how to touch and taste her so that she melted for him. On a sigh, she sank down onto the edge of the bed. He purred his approval. Gently pushing her back onto the velvet bedcover, he followed, lying next to her.

Her hair spread wantonly on the blue velvet, clinging and falling as his hands sifted through it. He muttered loving words of appreciation against her skin. Her hands drew patterns across his shoulders and back before tangling into his hair and pulling his lips to hers. His hair fell like a black curtain, protecting them from the outside world. Rainbows coursed behind her eyelids as he devoured her mouth.

Soft, slow, and sensuous heated to searing, hot lightning. Thunder outside echoed the heartbeats inside as hands grasped and legs twined together.

She gasped as a flash of pleasure speared through her, “Sirius, please…”

He finished her thought as one hand fisted velvet and fine strands of hair – the other hand slid through the tangle above her sex. “More.”

She parted for him in invitation and demand. Calloused fingers found her slick and hot, burning him with her need. Teasing, his fingers slid over every part of her but never landed just where she wanted them.

She moaned her frustration.

His laugh was stilted with desire.

White teeth latched onto his shoulder in sweet retaliation. His groan matched hers when his fingers sank into her liquid heat. Pulsing around him, shudders ran through her and the rainbow behind her eyes burst into a million colors. Silvered nails sank into his shoulders as she cried out his name, before her hands dropped to the bed and clenched the covers. His hand twisted and she rode the storm that raged outside, glorying in the heat and flash of the lightning that he showed her.

He held back, gaining pleasure from hers. Reveling in her response to his touch, he watched her face as he made her cry out his name. As his control thinned, he moved between her legs.

She cradled his hips perfectly. Each breath he took was labored. Blood pounded in his head and cock, almost drowning out her sweet song. He entered her on a groan, slowly sinking as deep as her tight body allowed. She arched to meet him, gasping his name. Sinking into her, filling her, he murmured his love. Her answer was a broken sigh of pleasure. She moved, urging him to stroke. Instinct took over – and a magic that bound the lovers together.

With every stroke, he sank deeper, rocking her to her final crest. When she did cry out, her body shuddering as the lightning shattered her again, his head dropped to her shoulder and he followed her into the storm.

She awoke wrapped in hair and half covered by a deliciously warm, heavy blanket. The storm had quieted to a patter on the roof and windows. Eyes fluttering open, she stretched luxuriously – and the blanket shifted. Sirius. Her smile was sleepy and fully of love.

He gave a grunt and grumbled awake, tugging on his hair.

“We’re wrapped up together,” she said and shifted. Sweeping her long hair off to the side was slightly painful since they were both laying on it. Muffling a yawn, he did the same. Falling back in a chorus of sleepy giggles, each claimed his and her own tail and the other’s lips with a sleepy comfortable hunger. Morning was a long way away but she loved waking in his arms. It felt perfectly right.

Except for one little thing. She mumbled her excuses and climbed from bed, sliding into a heavy silk kimono before padding into the toilet.

Once finished, she opened the door – and jumped, startled. Sirius lounged against the doorjamb, waiting. Naked. His eyes were heavy, his hair was tousled, and his arms were crossed. His smile was blatant as his grasped her around the waist and gently pushed her back into the bathroom.

A trill of laughter echoed off of the walls but stilled when she saw his expression. While still sleep-soft, it was predatory. He was silent as he herded her into the room. A nod of his chin turned the shower on. A searing kiss later, the room was full of steam. Jasmine was stripped and deposited under the running water. Sirius followed. Her mumbled spell prevented water from escaping the bathtub and onto the floor.

The moment the words were uttered, her mouth was reclaimed. As water poured over them, his hands roamed her body, exploring every curve and plane. She scraped her nails along his shoulders and chest, delighting in the textures of him. It was only the threat of drowning that ripped their lips apart with twin groans of need.

Her honeysuckle-scented soap appeared when Summoned. Racing hands slid over skin, coating every inch with bubbles that melted in rivulets. Soapy breasts rubbed over his slick back; and hands used to grabbing lush curves slid rather than gripped. Flesh glided tantalizingly against flesh as they moved. Muscles quivered and tightened.

She breathed in the heavy, steamy air and gasped long and low when he dropped to his knees and slicked the soap from her foot to the back of her knee. Lazy circles tantalized the back of her thigh. Inch by lovely inch, he soaped. The teasing strokes ended without fulfillment when he lifted her other foot. She groaned in pretend pique. His dark chuckle was wicked as he looked up at her.

Soapy hands teased suds up and down her leg but his eyes never left hers. As he moved up, her breathing turned from long and slow to quick, shallow pants of the steam.

Her hands fluttered instinctively over the dark red curls at the apex of her legs, though she knew it was a ridiculous move. Strong but tender, he forced her hands away and set them on his shoulders. Water had slicked his hair down his back so she had only smooth skin to hold on to. Muscles bunched under her fingers as his hands parted her thighs. Slick fingers stroked tender flesh, washing away the evidence of their encounter hours before. Gently, he twisted her hips until she blocked most of the water with her body.

A gasp and moan later, his mouth was on her. He used one hand to move her foot to the rim of the bathtub; the other helped to balance as she faltered. Holding her breath, she waited for pleasure. He obliged.

His tongue glided over her clitoris; with a whimper of pleasure, she canted her hips to give him more. He opened her fully to his eyes – and mouth. Sliding a single finger deep into her, he stretched her tight body. His tongue never stopped working her. She melted onto the cold tile wall, almost thankful for the distraction from the sweet torment. A twist of his hand and flick of his tongue brought her close to shattering as she sobbed his name.

Pleasure washed over her as the hot water poured over them. Her foot left the side of the tub. She curled her leg around his shoulder. Her hands moved from his shoulders into his hair. Her head dropped back and she gasped as the water fell into her mouth. She pulled his head closer. Her reward was his tongue swirling over her clitoris.

She cried out her need. He slid another finger into her and thrust deep. She spasmed around his fingers. An explosion of color flashed in her mind as she drenched his hand. His name echoed around the tile walls as she screamed.

Before her body could settle, Jasmine found herself on her back, in bed. He’d Apparated them from the bathroom with a small POP. The moment she realized where she was, that she was still wet, and that the shower was still running, he moved.

Before she could act, he was kneeling between her legs, drawing her them up. He hooked her knees in the cook of his elbows, opening her to his gaze. His cock jutted out, poised to penetrate her, teasing the still wet flesh of her cunt

Looking into his hard face, she could see his carefully controlled lust. She lifted one hand to stroke his chest, tangling in the fine black hair. A short thrust brought his cock to tease her opening.

“Say it,” he growled.

She bit her lip and looked at him questioningly.

“Say it again – say that you love me,” he gritted out. His cock twitched against her. A lock of his hair fell over his shoulder.

Jasmine wound his hair through her fingers and tugged him closer. He spread her legs wider and lowered his body until his chest teased her nipples.

“Kiss me,” she entreated.

His lips brushed over hers. She could taste herself on him.

“Say it,” he commanded again.

“I love you, Sirius.”

He devoured her mouth and thrust deep without waiting for her body to adjust to his size.

Rearing back, he stroked out then plunged deep again. Grinding against her, he groaned, “I love you, Jasmine.”

She cried out. She was so aroused and still so slick from her last orgasm. Writhing under him, she tried to get closer.

He dropped her legs and slammed his hands on the pillow above her shoulders. Her legs wrapped around his waist as he thrust. Fast, long strokes brought her close and she tugged his head to hers for a hungry kiss. His tongue mimicked the movement of his cock. Able only to hold tight and cry her pleasure into his mouth, she sank her nails into his back. His balls slapped her. His hips pushed her body in a perfect rhythm. His cock hit the spot that made her cry out and shatter for him.

“Coming,” he growled and pumped hard into her. “Jasmine-mine!”

Dark rainbows, more intense than any others, shattered as her climax gripped her. She shuddered under him and her legs locked behind his back, keeping him deep. Her cunt rippled around him.

With one last, pounding thrust, he joined her. He poured into her. His head tipped back and he roared his pleasure. His eyes squeezed tight and his face wore a mask of agonized bliss.

Their breathing slowly returned to normal as the clock downstairs chimed three times. With a soft murmur, he eased off of her but kept her snuggled at his side

She mumbled sleepily and nestled close, sliding her still wet leg over his.

A flick of his fingers Summoned his wand. Murmured spells turned off the still running shower, dried both of them, braided their hair to keep it from tangling together again, dimmed the lights and drew the blankets over their shoulders. She pressed a sleepy kiss to his shoulder.

Stroking her back, he closed his eyes. He smiled as he allowed sleep to claim him. Finally, after so very long, Sirius Black fell asleep safe, happy, and beloved.