The Art of Love

Title: The Art of Love - 2
Author: Wickedswanz
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything. Anyway, what is it, I’m supposed to have - owned?
Rating: ADULT - PWP
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Hermione couldn’t stop smiling. She tried and she tried but no matter what she did or how many sad thoughts she forced into her mind, Hermione was happy. Humming softly under her breath she threw some sausages in the pan then added the thick rashes of bacon and started cracking the eggs, and breathed deeply of the delicious smells filling the kitchen.

The sound of musical whistling made her turn to see Sirius entering the kitchen with a skip in his step that made her stomach flip. He wore a pair of tight red leather pants and a loose white button-up shirt, half unbuttoned to show his muscular chest, and sleeves rolled up to his elbows. The devilishly handsome wizard grinned widely at her as she turned and winked when her cheeks flushed.

Hermione turned back to her cooking, quickly to divert her attention and started humming quietly again as she deftly flipped the bacon and sausages. She bit her lip to hold in the wide smile pulling at her lips when she heard him changing his song to hers, the whistling getting louder as he moved closer. Suddenly at her back, his hands resting possessively on her hips and his warmth pressing against her, Sirius made her sway with him to the simple melody and started singing softly into her ear as she wound her arms around his throat and leaned against him.

Like a flower bending in the breeze
Bend with me, sway with ease
When we dance you have a way with me
Stay with me, sway with me

“I bet I know what you’re thinking Brown-Eyes,” he murmured, gripping her hips and pulling her firmly against the growing harness in his restricting pants, ghosting his lips over her bared throat.

“And what would that be, Padfoot?” she purred and wriggled her bottom sensually against him, smirking when his fingers dug into her hips and his breath hissed in her ear.

“You were thinking--” Sirius whispered, slowly sliding his hands up over the curve of her waist, “--that you’d like a certain, tall, dark, devastatingly attractive wizard,” Hermione giggled and squealed when he dug his fingers into her ribs, before sliding upwards again till his large palms cupped her breasts through her simple, white peasant top. “To throw you over his shoulder, caveman style, carry you back up to his room,” he kissed a searing trail across her bare shoulder. “And ravish your luscious body again in every sordid position he can imagine.”

Hermione mewed and leaned harder against him, she turned her face towards his, her lips parting to accept his passionate kiss. However, he pulled back, an outraged look on his face.

“I can’t believe you were thinking something so deviant! And then propositioning me,” he gasped in mock shock and spun her around to face him. “I’m appalled, scandalized, distressed, disgusted …” with each word whispered from his full lips his face closed in till his mouth was barely a breath away, but before he could claim her lips two doors slammed, the front and one upstairs, and laughter could be heard out in the hallway.

Sirius pulled away with a wicked grin, and with cat like grace vaulted up onto the bench top, so his legs dangled over the cupboard door. “So I told him,” he said loudly as Harry, Remus, and Bill entered the kitchen. “If you think I’m doing that with my mouth, you’ve got another thing coming, ’cause I don’t swing that way mate!”

Hermione’s knees buckled and she had to grip the bench to stop from falling as she laughed. Sirius’ bizarre story, the events of last night, and the sudden presence of their three friends just when they were about to experience a repeat performance was too much. It was all so weird and she loved it, Hermione was having fun for the first time in … in a long, long time.

After reassuring Remus that she had cooked more then enough to share around, they sat down together to eat. The conversation flowed easily as did the laughter and teasing. On their third cup of coffee, the conversation turned to Hermione and Ron, and as much as she did not intend to enter back into any relationship, after being friends for so long she felt compelled to defend him.

“Oh let up on him, William.” She said her amused smile still present after his latest impression of his younger brother. “We may not have worked out, but it’s not all his fault. We just weren’t compatible.”

“Yeah and mum’s breathing fire.” Bill returned with a mischievous smirk. “You know how she feels about you, mum would adopt you if she could, but she can’t so having you married to one of her sons is the next best thing.”

“Wow.” Hermione snarked, “That is so romantic.”

The other three laughed and Sirius caught her eye over the table, for a moment the world melted away as they smiled at each other until Harry’s voice pulled them back. “So what do you want, Hermione?”

“I don’t know.” Hermione shrugged and looked around to see all four men watching her closely. “I’m not much for games and drama - I want it simple,” she said, looking thoughtful. “He loves me, I love him, maybe a house in the south of France.” They laughed again, Harry and Remus coming out with statements of, “Not so much really,” and “Totally understandable.”

The conversation turned after some more laughing and finally Harry and Bill stood to go. Bill wrapped Hermione in his arms and kissed her forehead lingeringly. “I’m sorry we haven’t had much time to catch up since you’ve been on holidays. Will you come to dinner tomorrow night; I know Fleur and Lucas would love to see you?”

Lucas was Bill’s 3-year-old son, and being excited to see the sweet boy again, Hermione nodded. “That sounds wonderful.”

They both turned at the sound of a disgruntled huff from behind them to see Sirius looking put out, and pouting. Hermione giggled and buried her head in Bills shoulder as he held out his hand to the older wizard. “That invitation extends to you as well, Sirius, as always mate.”

Later that morning, Hermione gave Remus the Wolfsbane she had brewed earlier. “So what are you going to do for the rest of your holiday Professor?” Remus asked, his eyes warm when they settled on her, taking in her simple white wrap around skirt and blouse.

“Well, first I think I’ll get some sun, then read for a while, sleep - in the sun, and maybe take a walk.” She said with a grin.

Sirius snickered, “So in short, Jack shi …”

“Language, Sirius.” She snapped, slapping his hand before laying a cup of tea in front of him and winking at the chuckling Remus. “A Hogwarts professor is a much harder job then is seems, slap potions mistress on top and …” She made a move to rip out her hair, a wild look in her eye. “In short--” she said pointedly to Sirius. “--I take my holiday time very seriously.”

With that, she turned away, whipped of her top to reveal a burgundy halter style bikini top, grabbed her glass of lemonade and her book, and slipped out the back door to lay on the deck chair that Sirius had brought for her when she arrived.

Remus’ eyes drifted slowly down the bare smooth skin of her back, admiring the curve of her waist and the rounding of her hips, flicking out his tongue to dampen his dry lips as he watched them sway while she walked away. A sharp kick under the table from Sirius brought him back with a yelp.

“What the hell, Padfoot?” Remus growled, rubbing his sore ankle.

Sirius raised a single brow, tipped his head towards the no sunbathing Hermione, and said, “Off limits mate.”

“I know, I know.” Remus muttered, “I was just looking. Anyway, since when were you the expert on moral conduct?”

Sirius shrugged as he watched Hermione lay back on the deck chair, her long legs stretched out front, one bent at the knee. That was actually a good point, why was he being so protective. He knew his old friend to be a good man, and not so long ago he had thought there was a real possibility of the two making a very suited couple, both being intelligent book lovers, both the voice of reason behind their circles of friends.

He sipped his tea thoughtfully and sighed, it was perfect, just the way he liked. “I don’t know mate, a guy has to grow up sometime, I guess.”

“Sure, why not.” Remus said quietly with a strange smile curling his lips as he watched his friend. “Well I guess I should be going.”

“Ah, yeah, good to see ya mate.” Sirius said with a distant smile, not really listening, his eyes glued to Hermione as she turned the page of her book and slid her hand down the old sheet, feeling the ancient paper under her fingers, she always did.

“I learned last week that I have a sister, and she’s half octopus.” Remus said conversationally while he headed for the door.

“How about that?” Sirius responded automatically, bringing an even wider smile to Remus’ face as he grabbed a handful of floo power.

~*~*~

The sun was hot as it beat down upon her, but the mouth and hands caressing her half-naked body were scorching. “Sirius,” Hermione moaned and arched as his mouth traveled languidly down her throat to nip at the sensitive junction of her shoulder.

He chuckled into her hair and caressed his long fingers over her silky thighs. “I love hearing my name on your lips.” He took her mouth, hotly, deeply, before pulling back breathless. “Would you like to learn something else that you can do with that pretty mouth, Brown-Eyes?”

Hermione had a good idea what he was suggesting, and felt a bolt of excitement at the prospect. The act of fellatio had always intrigued her, but the thought of performing such an act on Ron made her fee ill … Sirius on the other hand. Hermione giggled, now that was another story. “I do,” she whispered licking her lips slowly and smiling at the way he shivered, his eyes darkening as he grinned wolfishly back. “Show me? Tell me what to do.”

Sirius groaned, deep in his throat and flipped them so that he was on his back and she was straddling him. “Are you sure, love?” he said soberly, “Remember what I --”

“Yes,” Hermione said firmly, panting as she looked down at him. “I want to learn how; I just never wanted to do it with Ron.”

“Totally understandable,” Sirius said with a smug grin before pulling her down for a deep, passionate kiss. He whispered his instructions into her ear, and Hermione’s eyes widened as she listened. By the time he was finished she was panting and ready to try.

Slowly she moved down his legs so she was sitting just above his outstretched knees. Her eyes never left his as she flicked open the button of his pants and freed his long, hard member. Her breath caught as her eyes took him in again and her inner muscles clenched greedily as she remembered the feeling of him inside her. When her eyes met his eyes, again she saw wonderment, relief, and pride in his expression. He was watching her reaction closely and was happy with her approval of his most private organ.

His fingers interlinked with hers and he lay his head back, “Please … Merlin, please, Mione,” he pleaded and thrust his hips upward.

Bundling her courage once more, Hermione lowered her face, so that her mouth was a bare inch from his swollen cock and took a long slow swipe with her wet tongue from the base to the head. Sirius arched his back, gripped her hand, and cried out softly, and Hermione thrilled at the rush of power felt, knowing how much he wanted her and how much he was going to enjoy what she was about to do.

She curled the fingers around his girth and took the tip of him into her hot, wet mouth. Sirius’ breath caught and he dug his teeth into his bottom lip as she slowly took him deeper. “That’s it, Brown-Eyes …,” he said breathlessly as his free hand weaved into her curls. “Just take - as much as you can - I don’t want to hurt you sweetheart …” his words were broken by a loud cry as she took as much of him as she could manage, which wasn’t as much as she wanted but he was a big man after all, his fingers tightened again. “Gods! Mione.”

Hermione swirled her tongue around the tip, before taking him deep again, periodically sucking, swirling and caressing the shaft not able to fit in her mouth with her hand, and all the while Sirius moaned, sending words of praise and various obscenities as he drowned in the pleasure of her sweet mouth.

Sirius flickered open his eyes to watch her sucking his cock. He had lost count of how many times he had gotten himself off fantasizing about this very scenario, and now here they were, and this was so much better then any fantasy. “Knew that smart mouth would come in handy,” he muttered even as his eyes closed again. “Fuck Mione, you’re a bleeding natural.”

After a few more minutes Hermione had a pretty good grasp on what made the man in her power gasp louder, what made him moan, what made him shudder, and was rather proud of her accomplishments so far. She loved the way he responded to her mouth, her hands, and decided to experiment a little. Slowly she took him in as deeply as she could, which was deeper then before, she heard her name hiss from his lips and gently closed her teeth around him, just enough so he could feel them.

“Oh Merlin, Mione, what are you …” but the touch of fear in his voice became a long, guttural groan as she slowly, gently dragged her teeth up his shaft. And he was begging her, whining, pleading for her to do that again, that thing she did, that it was so good, so fucking good. With a rush of pride Hermione took him in deeper, and after a few more long sucking strokes, each of which had her name hissing from his lips, she grazed her teeth over his shaft again.

With a cracked breathless cry, Sirius trembled and came deep in her hot velvety mouth. His hand gripping hers painfully and his other almost ripped at her hair as he shuddered in ecstasy. Hermione mouth filled with his seed, which she drank hungrily, loving his taste, loving that it was he, and a clear sign that she, Hermione Granger had brought the Sirius Black to his ultimate climax using only her mouth.

When she looked back up at his face, she saw his, now, almost black eyes staring down at her, a ravenous expression that she had never seen filling his gaze. “Come here,” he said gruffly and pulled her up to him, kissing her roughly, pulling her against him as though he would never let her go.

“So, I did alright?” she asked, her voice showing her sudden insecurity.

“Incredible, sweetheart,” he murmured and slowly caressed his fingers up her inner thigh, pushing her skirt up as he went, kissing across her jaw line and nipping at her tender earlobe. “You, my brown-eyed girl, are incredible.” He whispered as his fingers drew higher until his thumb was teasing the fabric covering her soaking womanhood. “In fact --” He took her mouth briefly, “--I think that stellar performance deserves a reward.”

Hermione giggled, “Wh-what do you … oooh Sirius!” Her giggle turned into a wonton moan when he deftly flicked her bikini to the side and pushed two fingers inside her soaking, pulsing core.

Sirius slowly kissed a fiery trail down her soft body, over her abdomen, and lower until he was poised between her spread thighs and bent knees. Her eyes flicked wide when she realized what he intended to do. “No.” The word rushed from her mouth before she could stop it. “I mean …you don’t have to, if you don’t …”

His fingers silenced her adorable stuttering, her face flushed as he blew a cool breath of air on her heated pussy. “Do you have any idea how delicious you smell, Mione? I’ve been drooling all morning, watching you laid out here like some delectable dessert.” He crawled up her body, and claimed her mouth again. “Didn’t he ever…?” At the way she shook her head, Sirius chuckled then dipped his mouth so it was by her ear again, his hot breath searing her with every word. “I want to pleasure you,” he whispered.

Hermione gasped and shuddered as his thumb dragged over her tingling clit. “Sirius …”

He kissed his way down her body again. “Let me show you--” he murmured between kisses and nips of her tender flesh. “--how wonderful it can be -- Trust me, Brown-Eyes.”

Instead of letting her respond, he dipped his head, flicked out his tongue, and licked quickly around her swollen clit, moaning when her unique scent entered his mouth. “Merlin, you taste even better then you smell.”

Hermione inhaled deeply at the first touch oh his tongue to her heated body, a strangled moan slipping from her lips as her head arched back. The young witch’s hands gripped the sides of the deck chair until her knuckles turned white, and Sirius’ name hissed and mewed from her lips repeatedly as he used his wicked tongue. Circling her tight, quivering opening before slipping in, eliciting louder moans and violent trembles till she finally exploded, her body filling with wave after wave of scorching ecstasy, each stronger then the last; the most filthy obscenity she had ever used screaming from her lips.

Sirius was chuckling as he joined her on the chair again, his knee between her thighs and his mouth kissing and tasting her jaw line. “You know, that was possibly the loudest profanity I’ve ever heard,” he murmured, slowly kissing his way to her still panting lips.

“Sorry.” She mumbled but it was engulfed by his hungry mouth and probing tongue.

He chuckled again against her mouth, pausing to nip at her bottom lip. “A man likes to know that the woman he’s with enjoys his touch, love,” he smiled against her throat when she giggled, nuzzling at the junction of her throat and shoulder. “Now what were you saying earlier about that incredibly handsome and talented wizard, again? Oh yes, that‘s right.” With an evil glint in his eye, Sirius jumped to his feet and grabbed the shocked witch, lifting her effortlessly and slinging her over his shoulder.

Hermione screamed and kicked as he carried her, cave man style, back into the house. “Sirius Black you put me down this minute!” She squealed and again when he delivered a sharp slap to her arse.

He bounded up the stairs two at a time, and strode into his room, kicking the door shut behind him with his foot before throwing her onto his bed. He pulled his wand, “Just a few silencing charms,” he said smugly and winked at her mortified expression.

She threw a pillow at him violently, but she was having a hard time keeping in the laughter that seemed to be traitorously bubbling up. “You smug bastard,” she spat.

He let his eyes graze over her scantily dressed form laying, propped up on her elbows, on his bed, and smiled widely “That I am, Brown-eyes.”