The Pen of Destiny (COMPLETE!!)

Hi! Have to rush. World Cup. North Korea vs. Greece. Greece losing so far. Until the clock stops on the game, it isn't over yet. Need coffee.

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Chapter Fourteen


“Do you have any hash or weed? Liquor only makes it worse somehow.” He stood up straight, pulling her out of the chair she was sitting in.


“I have just the thing, love,” he murmured.


Soon the two had their own joints and were lounging in a large couch in front of the fireplace that was the only light in the room.


“You know what I think happened to the Plume? I mean back when the Nazis got it.”


“I can’t say as I do.”


“France was invaded and occupied by the Nazis back in…” She thought it over a moment. “Well, it doesn’t matter when it happen, we both know it did. I bet you that’s when they got their greedy fingers on it, the bastards.”


“Makes sense,” he said, taking a pull on his joint. “You’re not nearly stoned enough, love.”


“No, I have a very nice buzz going, thank you very much.”


“If you’re sober enough to recall that Plume, you are far too sober.”


“The trouble is that I am a thinker by nature,” she murmured, smoking her own joint. “Sober or not, I think. Now, if I were only to act upon some of my thoughts, then we would be going into new territory for yours truly.”


“Like?” he asked her.


“You know that whole I can’t read men thing…I told you about that…Well, I’ve been thinking that I’ve been far too passive in this whole get me a man business.” When he looked at her startled, she went on, “They’ve all come to me and here I was thinking I’m like a fairytale princess or some nonsense like that, expecting them to sweep me off my feet. Never once thinking that there are wolves and frogs and evil step-wizards and shit coming my way as well that I don’t want any part of.” She shook her head no. “Nope, I want myself a man that tastes and smells like you.”


“What was that?” He sat up dazed by her words.


“I want a man that tastes and smells like you,” she repeated. “But you’re sowing your wild oats and I have to wait for the right time and Merlin help the man that puts me last again…”


“Stop,” he ordered her, taking her joint from her and put out both of them in a nearby ashtray. “You want me?”


“Well, yeah.” She looked at him as if he were daft, even as he was taking her into his arms. “I’m not brain dead.”


“That you aren’t,” he muttered. “Kiss me.”


“Okay.” Hermione’s mouth went to his, kissing him as she had wanted to for what felt like forever at that moment. “Merlin, you taste perfect.” She pushed him backwards until she was lying on top of him, her fingers delving into the tangled black silk of his hair as she kissed him all the more.


When Sirius felt her bare legs slide to either side of his hips, he let out a growl and spun her around to the carpeted floor. Landing on top of her, he tore away at her robe and discovered that she was just as naked as he had hoped she would be. Hermione, meanwhile, had done away with his robe as well. Pulling her mouth from his, she planted nipping kisses along his shoulder and soothed the sting with her tongue.


“Are you wearing glamours?” he panted as he looked down at her body.


“Yes,” she groaned, as he cupped one of her full breasts and scraped his thumb over the soft nubbin of her nipple, making it pebble hard.


“Take them off,” he ordered her. “I want to see all of you.”


Hermione went still, her amber eyes hesitantly going to his molten silver ones. “No one has seen me without them.”


“Not even Bill?”


A blush flooded her cheeks. “Can we not talk about him?” Her hand cupped his face when he began to pull away. “I didn’t say stop.” She kissed him hard on the mouth. “So you want to know? I’ll tell you. We got naked once a week, but he never looked beyond what he had to in order to get things done. Was it good? I thought it was, but apparently there’s much I need to learn. It’s over between Bill and I, Sirius. And from what I’ve been able to gather, there wasn’t much to the relationship to begin with.”


“Are you using me as a replacement for him?” he asked, his voice low and wavering.


“Never,” she breathed. “I wanted you before what happened at the Burrow.” Hermione lifted herself up just a bit more, licking the seam of his lips. She groaned, “Smoke, whiskey, and man.” A hard shiver went through her. “Merlin, I think I just climaxed.”


“Remove the glamours,” he ordered her again, this time more sternly.


The glamours seemed to pour off of her like water off a waterfowl. Sirius went over her entire body, kissing and caressing each scar as if to smooth them away. Hermione felt him go still and wondered if he found something that he thought of as repugnant.


“You have tattoos?” He looked up into her eyes, smiling as he did so. “When did you get these?” His finger traced over the runes that were not just tattooed, but were branded into her skin of her lower abdomen. “Merlin, Hermione, that must have been painful.” His eyes went back to hers. “I could hardly move after I had it done.”


“What are yours?” she asked, breathless with the anticipation to see and touch his markings.


“Protection, strength, and resilience,” he murmured, showing her his markings on the side of his ass. “Yours?”


“Patience, wisdom, and…” She stopped and traced the last one. “Fertility.”


“Hermione…”


She stopped him from speaking lips, moving over to nuzzle his ear and jaw. “One step at a time. First, make me yours.”


His mouth went to hers, devouring it like a starving man. Yanking his mouth away, he kissed her face, jaw, and neck as he rambled, “Hermione…mine…always.” He felt her gasp as he pressed into her tight, wet heat. Once he was completely in her sheath, he breathed, “Fucking perfect.”


Hermione panted unevenly as she felt the girth of him, filling her taunt. “Sirius…” He kissed her tenderly, his tongue dipping into her mouth and savoring the sweet taste of her as he began to move within her.


What started soft and placid soon became harder, faster and more demanding. In the middle of it all, Hermione bit his shoulder. Sirius howled as he pounded within her, yanking her head back to force her to look him in his eyes as they kept fucking each other.


“Mark for mark, witch,” he growled.


“Yes,” she answered. “Do it!”


Hermione climaxed the very moment his teeth broke the skin near her collarbone. Sirius’s teeth clamped down, even as he poured himself into her. Both melted within the others arms. She was panting and listless, as he lapped at the bite wound on her shoulder with care.


“Sirius?” she breathed.


“Yes, my love?”


“My ass is numb.”


He put them back onto the lounge they were lying next to and in silence. They quietly healed each other’s bite wounds, all the while cuddling as they did so. Settling down with Hermione draped over him, he absently thought what would come next. After years of all he needed or wanted being yanked away from him, he couldn’t help but to think the worse.


“Hmm, Sirius, I was thinking about getting a tattoo,” she told him.


Startled he inquired, “Really? What would it be?”


“A cat and a dog in a yin-yang formation,” she murmured, nuzzling his neck. “Maybe it’s too soon?” She lifted herself to look into his eyes. “When the time’s right, that’s what I want. For now, I’d settle for oral sex.”


“Would you?” he asked, relaxing as he let out a laugh.


“Well, if you’re going to be that way about it,” she said, standing up and looking over her shoulder coyly. “I suppose I’ll go to bed all alone…”


Sirius charged up from the sofa, scooping a giggling Hermione up in a firemen’s lift and took her straight up the stairs to his bed.

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Gotta go. World Cup has me in it's spell. I'm being rude. Sorry. I brought coffee and danish for everyone. Let me know if you're watching the games too and who your team or teams are. Take care and have a wonderful day.