Secret Nights

Title: I Want That
Rated: PG
Summary: Sirius has something that Hermione wants, and he won't give it up.
Notes: Started as a one shot, ended up being chapter two. Oh well.
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I Want That

"...So if we add flour to that, it should stop the looseness of the dough..." Hermione said, checking the recipe book that Mrs. Weasley gave her for christmas. "Where is the flour? I had it right here..." Hermione went checking the countertop, and turned around to ask her friend, Sirius, where the flour was.

But as soon as she turned around, a puff of white surrounded her face. She coughed and blinked her eyes, and focused on the tall dark man in front of her.

"Why... in Merlin's name... did you do THAT?" She breathed in and out, trying to control her rage.

"You said you needed flour. I give you flour." Sirius smirked, and another shot was flown at her face.

Hermione sputtered and wiped the flour off of her face before scowling. Sirius clutched his sides in laughter, unable to keep it in. Hermione nodded her head to the side once, giving Sirius fake chuckles as she turned around.

Sirius was still doubled over in laughter when he felt a gooey, sticky substance run down the back of his neck. He stopped laughing, hearing Hermione throw some egg shells on the countertop and giggling at him. Sirius closed his eyes and grimaced as he felt the yolks slide down to his waist line.

He stood up straight, and walked over to the countertop. Picking up the bowl of cream, he turned back to Hermione, scooped a big dollop out and pressed it against her chest. Hermione bit her lip to stop herself from cursing at him, and when Sirius put the bowl down; she walked calmly to the fridge and opened it. Taking out the milk, she opened it up as she approached Sirius, who already had the chocolate frosting in his hand.

Snorting, then breaking out into laughter, Hermione splashed some milk on Sirius. Sirius chuckled as he pressed some chocolate frosting into her face. Hermione leaned into Sirius' chest as the laughter took her over, and Sirius held onto her waist to steady them.

"Oh Gods, I'm a mess!" Hermione laughed, standing up and looking down at herself. "And the cake is ruin."

Sirius chuckled. "It's alright. You can always buy one."

Hermione giggled as she picked up two hand towels and tossed one to Sirius, who caught it and began wiping milk off his shirt. Hermione wiped cream off of herself, muttering on how her shirt was ruined. Sirius smiled, lifted her chin and looked at her.

Then his finger trailed along her cheek, making Hermione gasp softly and close her eyes.

"Mmm."

Hermione's eyes opened, and saw Sirius suck on his finger.

"You taste good." Sirius joked, reaching out and running his finger along her cheek again, collecting chocolate on his finger. Hermione let out a nervous giggle, and silently cursed herself for her imagination.

Sirius licked his finger clean again and went to collect more. That was when he noticed the way her eyes fluttered close, her cheek pressing just a little into his touch. His heart skipped a beat, and he ran the back of his hand over her chocolate covered cheek. He licked his lips, tasting milk, and leaned in. His nostrils filled with the rich smell of the chocolate and the sweet smell of the cream.

Hermione was the first to touch lips, just a brief touch, and Sirius sighed. Pressing her lips more firmly against his, she gently bit his bottom lip and pulled. Sirius caught her around the waist, pulling her closer to his body. His tongue ran across her lip, and plunged into her mouth when she opened it.

He walked backwards and felt his legs bump into the small kitchen table. Hermione was still pressed against him, lips never ceasing against his. He moaned, and pulled Hermione in to straddle his lap. His trapped groin jumped when she rubbed her damp crotch against his.

"Sirius..." she breathed out, rubbing herself more on him.”We can't... not here..."

Sirius licked his lips and nodded. He still gripped her hips, still moving his clothed hips against hers, making her moan with want. "I know... he'll be home soon..." Sirius licked his lips, and forced Hermione off his lap.

Very shaky, Sirius stood up and gripped the table, trying to gain some composure. He breathed in deeply, and was still excited. He was too far gone to control himself.

Then the front door's knob jiggled, and Sirius heard Hermione gasp and looked at the hallway.

"Ron's home!"

Sirius quickly grabbed his wand out of his pocket and turned on spot, disapparating out of the kitchen.

(H)(S)(H)(S)

"'Mione, are you ok?" Ron asked, kissing his wife on the cheek and noticing her breathing hard.

"Fine!" Hermione racked her brain for an excuse. "I think your brothers put exploding snaps in everything. It blew up on me." She said, pointing at the counter. "Still shocked."

Ron chuckled, and noticed a coat lying on the table. "Did you have company?"

"Huh?" Hermione watched her husband walk to the kitchen table, picking up a worn leather coat. Her eyes widened at her husband's back as he looked at it.

"Whose coat is this?"

"Mine!" Hermione yelped, grabbing it from him. "I found it in a thrift store today, and decided to buy it. Like it?" She asked, pulling the coat on to show him. It fell to her knees, the arms barely reaching her finger knuckles.

Ron smiled. "I'd prefer if you were wearing nothing underneath it." He reached out and ran his hands under Sirius' coat, gripping his wife's waist and pulling her in for a kiss.

But she turned her head. Ron's lips met her chocolate covered cheek, and he stopped.

"I'm going to take a shower." Hermione grumbled, pulling of Sirius' coat and hanging it on a coat rack. "I don't feel so well... still shocked from the explosions..."

Ron sighed, and nodded, watching as his wife walk away from him.