For Her Safety

Quick note before the goodness: I want to apologize for the long break in between updates. My laptop is officially dead, and with it went all of my work. I'll admit to losing ambition, but I'm back and back to work. Hopefully you'll enjoy this chapter. It isn't quite up to my usual standards, but concidering it's well past my bedtime I think it turned out pretty well. Enjoy!

much love,
zairaphel
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Hermione moaned softly as she slowly awoke. She felt warm and light, like her body was practically humming with energy. The amazingly pleasant feeling was, she soon realized, emanating from between her legs, her very core. She sighed and raised her hips slightly, enjoying the pleasurable hum that was slowly creeping through her veins.

Blinking a few times, Hermione cleared her eyes of what little sleepy haze was left as she lifted her head from her pillow ever so slightly. There between her legs was a dark haired figure passionately licking her soft folds and flicking her clit with his tongue. Hermione moaned out loudly as she watched. The head rose briefly and issued her a bright rougish grin.

"Good morning, my wife."

All Hermione could do was moan out as he once again burried his face between her legs, his tongue running back and forth across her sensitive nub as he slipped two fingers inside her slick opening.

"Sirius," she hissed out breathily as he began to hasten his movements "Sirius, please... Please I need... I need it..."

With that Sirius curled his fingers in a wonderful "come hither" motion as he intently sucked her clit into his mouth and laved it with his tongue. It only took a few more of those motions for Hermione's body to seize up and then shudder, her muscles grasping Sirius' fingers as her orgasm wracked her body.

"Oh, oh... Gods, yes! Yesss..." Hermione moaned out, whimpering as her body shook, humming with pleasure.

After a few moments her body calmed itself and she managed to slow her breathing back to normal. Sirius smiled as he lay down beside her, brushing a few stray locks of hair from her damp forehead.

"Did you enjoy that, luv?" he asked, his trademark grin gracing his lips.

"Why yes... yes I did rather. I suppose I can now understand just why women are clamouring for the ever illusive orgasm..." Hermione laughed lightly. "And um... feel free to wake me up that way again sometime. I do believe I could grow used to that," she added with shy smile, her eyes not quite meeting his.

Tilting her chin up towards him Sirius placed a soft kiss upon her lips. "Anything to please, luv."

Hermione smiled softly and leaned up to his warm body, spooning against him. She couldn't help but blush as she felt his rigid cock pulse slightly against her bum.

"Sirius..." she asked tentatively.

"Yes, Hermione, luv?"

"Would you... Could we um..." she tried to work the words out and not blush heatedly, but it was no use.

"Have a repeat performance of last night?" he finished for her.

"Yes. Would that be alright?" Hermione asked quietly, turning to look up at him through her lashes.

"Oh it would be quite alright, luv. Don't hesitate to ask any time you feel interested," Sirius told her with a bright grin before kissing her headly and moving on top of her.

His fingers brushed over her slick lips, parting her, and with one swift movement mounting her with a loud groan.

"Hermione, so wet, so very wet..." Sirius hissed as he began to move in and out of her hot channel.

Hermione closed her eyes and moaned as Sirius filled her completely, stretching her walls pleasantly. Yes, she really could get used to this treatment.

"So tight. Such a tight, tight cunt luv..." he moaned as pounded into her, his mouth kissing and nipping at her neck as he worked.

It wasn't long before Hermione began to shudder, her body shaking beneath his, her muscles clamping down around his cock, edging him closer to release. The wonderful friction from the thrusts bringing her to a second peak of the morning.

"Yes, Sirius, fuck me..." Hermione moaned out as she reached her climax. The words simply flowing from her mouth without concious thought.

Sirius picked up his pace, practically slamming himself into her. Her words spurring him on as his thrusts quickened. It didn't take him long to find his release, spilling his hot seed deep inside Hermione's tight young body.

He moved himself off of Hermione, both of them laying in bed catching their breath. She looked up at him with a smile. "Yes, I think I could get used to this." Sirius chuckled lightly at her observation. If this was any indication, perhaps this marriage wouldn't be so very daunting after all.

*tap tap tap* *tap tap* *tap tap tap* Hermione looked over to the window. A tiny gray owl sat hooting on the window sill, tapping it's little beak on the glass. Sighing she got out of bed and opened the window. The little bird hopped in and settled itself on the bedside table, hooting merrily.

As soon as Hermione removed the letter from the little bird's leg it took to the air again, swooping around the room, hooting incessantly.

"Who's the owl from?" Sirius asked from the bed.

Hermione frowned. He should remember the annoying little owl he sent Ronald Weasley... Still, she opened the letter and read. "It's from Molly Weasley, informing us of the Order Meeting today. She would like us to come for lunch before hand. As to how we are to arrive there, we are to apparate to the closest point and walk from there. Apparently Dumbledore sees no harm in it... Lunch with the Weasley's is at noon, and the Order Meeting at One. Does that sound agreeable, Sirius?"

"Yes, I suppose it does..."

Hermione grabbed her wand from the bedside table and conjured up a pot of ink and a quill, quickly penning a "we'll be there" on the back of the parchment. After a little work she coaxed the squirrely little owl down to the table to attach the letter. She was one step away from choking it to get it to sit still while she tied the letter on. Though the fact that Sirius was laughing at her attempts with the bird did little to help her concentration. After a few minutes the owl was back out the window and they were in peace once again.

"We had better get cleaned up if we're going to make it to the lunch before the meeting. It's quarter after eleven, luv," Sirius told her with a smile. "Perhaps to save some time we should shower together."

"Sirius Black. I will do no such thing. Besides, do you really think you could controll yourself long enough to get clean?" Hermione said, frowning at him.

"Hmm, good point. I suppose I'll just have to ravish you after the meeting instead."

Hermione simply turned pink and gave him a socked look as he slipped out of bed and headed toward the bathroom. If we keep going like this I won't be able to walk come the end of the week Hermione thought with a bit of a giggle. Though perhaps that wouldn't be all bad