The Art of Love

“Mione…” Sirius whimpered and arched beneath the goddess riding him tortuously slowly. His wrists were bound together with rope and held fast above his head on the bedpost, leaving him only able to watch and pant while Hermione straddled him in all her naked glory. He licked his lips hungrily as he watched her rise and fall, her full breasts swaying, her long curly brown hair framing her beautiful face and cascading over her shoulders, and her hot, tight pussy gripping him so perfectly.

Hermione gave him a sly smile, enjoying the new power and the enormous rush of pride at having this powerful man panting and begging for her. She had an intense desire burn through her body at the sight of Sirius Black stretched out and helpless beneath her. She leaned down, letting her sensitive nipples drift over his chest and purred into his ear, “What’s the matter Padfoot?” and then tightened around him sending sweet thrills through them both.

He strained against the binding but just missed her mouth, which was a mere inch from his own lips. “I want to taste you,” he rasped and pulled violently against the rope, growling and sending a thrill of excitement through Hermione.

Her mouth on his, finally, Hermione circled her hips and rose up, mewing when he no longer filled her and taking his responding growl into her mouth. “A bit disappointing really,” she purred and giggled when he bared his teeth and lunged at her only to be restrained by the rope. She pouted and backed away. “I would have thought the last of the Marauders and the only man to escape Azkaban could break out of a silly muggle rope.”

Hermione rolled on to her back and moaned, arching up as her hands stroked down over her body, circling her hardened nipples, and rubbing her arousal dampened thighs together.

“Brown-Eyes …” Sirius rasped his eyes almost black as he watched her pleasuring herself, “Oh, fuck baby you’re killing me. What the bloody hell happened to that sweet little bookworm I made love to a month ago.”

Hermione gasped at his use of the words “made love” and felt her love for this man well up so fast and hard, it was almost as intense as the moment of orgasm itself. “She’s still here, but there’s a whole other side to her now,” she moaned and sucked in a shuddering breath when her fingers slipped between her wet folds, smiling at his desperate whine. “You woke it up the moment you touched me, Sirius. Something dark and primal and I want more”

Sirius grunted, growled, and pulled against the rope again, roaring in frustration when they held fast. “’Mione, baby I’ll give you anything you want, I swear it,” he rasped, “But untie me. Gods, love please.”

She loved the desperation in his voice and shivered as her body burned a new. “Ooh Sirius,” she mewed as her fingers circled her swollen clit, bringing her ever closer to her climax. A pleasured sigh left her throat and a smile pulled at her lips. “I want you, Sirius,” she moaned, “I want to feel your hands on my soft flesh and your mouth on my throat, your teeth marking me, making me yours.”

Sirius gave a feral groan and pulled violently against the ropes so much that the bed shook and he felt the bar of the bedpost start to give. He yanked harder, his eyes never leaving her trembling lips and caressing hands, his own lust growing dangerously. “Oh, I am going to punish you when I get free, you little tease,” he growled glaring at the way her body tensed slightly, her eyes fluttered closed, and her breath hitch with excitement.

“So close Sirius …” she mewed and flicked out her tongue to lick her dry lips. “Hurry up, I want to cum with you inside me, filling me up the way only you can …” her words were cut by another delighted cry as she drew ever closer to her climax and with another savage yank at the rope, Sirius was free and within seconds had his naughty witch on her knees.

He growled as he positioned himself at her entrance and thrust inside her hot sheath with a broken roar, muffled against her shoulder.

His fingers dug, bruising, into her hip and his over hand curled around her belly as he fucked her roughly from behind. “Is this what you want?” he muttered into her ear, his cock pumping savagely, his breath panting and rasping against her throat, and Hermione‘s strangled cries driving him on.

“Yes!” Hermione screamed and came hard the second his thumb dragged roughly over her clit, clamping around him her hands reaching out behind her to weave into his hair, trusting him to hold her up and trembling, shuddering as wave after wave of burning ecstasy filled her from toes to fingertips.

Her name was pulled roughly from his lips and Sirius thrust once, twice, and once more, the body of the woman he loved climaxing beneath him, pulling him over the edge with her, and with a feral growl, he dropped his mouth to her shoulder and bit down hard, tasting blood as he marked her.

Hermione screamed and she saw red stars at the perfect mix of pain and pleasure and something so much more fulfilling as she climaxed again and heard and felt him do the same.

~*~*~

They slept wrapped in each other and woke twice more, making love slowly, deliberately drawing out their pleasure. Together their bodies articulated the prose that they were unable to say to one another until the sun rose and shone brightly through Sirius’ bedroom window.

~*~*~

Hermione smiled and stretched groaning when her muscles ached. She rolled over and was greeted with the view of Sirius Black’s broad, bare back. It was smooth with a smattering of hair down the spine and a beautiful fine lined tattoo.

“Up to no good” was written across his back and below was the thin outline of a stag, a wolf, and a growling dog, and just below was a deep, angry looking scar that Hermione guessed was where Peter used to be. By the looks of it, Sirius must have cut it out himself and Hermione bit her lip as she ran her finger over it. She had the feeling that cutting that image off his back had been nowhere near as painful as finding out that his friend had betrayed them.

“Stop that,” he said quietly, reached behind to pull her against his back, and pressed her hand to his lips, “It’s in the past now, over and vengeance taken.”

“I know,” Hermione murmured and nuzzled against his throat before they dozed off again.

It was an hour later when Hermione woke with her back pressed firmly against Sirius’ hard chest and felt his arm sliding smoothly over her waist. His voice rumbled in her ear as he pulled her tighter against him. “Mmmm … Remus,” he purred, barely holding in the laughter as he felt her shaking. “You were a beast last night, and it wasn’t even full moon,” he nipped at her sensitive earlobe and let his hand stray up over her ribs to cup her breast. “And where did you get these?”

Hermione giggled and rolled towards him, “You know.” Sirius continued as he kissed her lips briefly, passionately, “There is nothing sexier then breasts on a man.”

“Will you stop?” Hermione laughed and slapped his arm, a soft moan falling from her lips as his hand palmed her nipple and a desperate ache formed between her legs as he moved closer.

“Never,” he growled pushing her back and taking her lips in a rough, passionate kiss, parting her thighs with his knee.

~*~

Hermione glanced at him from the corner of her eye for what seemed like the fiftieth time since they’d entered the gallery and once again couldn’t stop the girlish grin from covering her face. He was so handsome with his black hair tied with a simple white ribbon and that expensively cut black slacks and dark purple button up shirt.

He kept his hold on her, possessive and somewhat comforting, fingers entwined as they strolled quietly through the clean, cold halls stopping occasionally to take a longer look at this painting or that. They spoke quietly and Sirius often paused to whisper what he liked about various paintings, his hot breath tickling her ear and making it impossible for her to concentrate on what he was saying.

Her mind kept drifting the feel of his fingers intertwined with hers, reminding her of how his hands had gripped hers so tightly while he held her wrists above her head the previous night. He took her slowly, his hot thickness pumping in and out of her writhing body so slowly she thought she might lose her mind with sensation, bringing her dreamily to one slow, intensely long, climax after another.

“Brown-eyes?” his voice drew her out of her thoughts with a start, making her turn suddenly to meet his amused, blue eyed stare, “You haven’t been listening to a word I’ve said.”

At his teasing, Hermione compressed her lips and glared back up at him. “I have too!” she muttered, “I just - got distracted, that’s all. Now what were you saying?”

Sirius’ eyes glanced slowly down her body and up to her prettily flushed cheeks, and Hermione was sure that he knew exactly what had distracted her. For a moment he looked as though he was going to tease some more, but then with a wicked grin repeated what he’d said.

“I was saying how much I’ve always appreciated Van Gogh’s work. I like that was that I can almost feel his soul in every stroke, his presence just behind me almost when I’m taking the time to look more closely,” he said grinning wider at her shocked expression. “What? You don’t agree?”

Hermione was flabbergasted. Totally shocked at what had just come out of the pureblood wizard’s mouth. “This is Van Gogh,” she said more slowly, “The muggle painter.”

Sirius looked around dramatically and back at her, “Why yes, yes it is and this in fact is an exhibition of said painter’s works.”

The younger witch rolled her eyes. “Yes, I am well aware of that, but you speak as though you were already familiar with his painting.” She caught the slight flash of hurt in his eyes that was gone almost before it appeared and realized that he misunderstood. “No, no, I’m yet to meet a wizard who is familiar with any muggle painters, not that I don’t think your smart enough or - or…” she sighed and pouted up at him feeling warmed by his finger over her lips and his understanding nod.

“Lily was a pretty strong art lover and dragged James to so many of these exhibits I think we all lost count,” he said plainly and it was Hermione’s turn to look away but he grabbed her chin gently and turned her face back so she was looking into his eyes. “James hated it, but I enjoyed it and always found a reason to tag along.”

“You speak a lot about Lily,” Hermione murmured, failing miserably to keep the jealousy out of her voice.

His eyebrow quirked and eyes darkened, this was the first real possessive streak he had seen in the young witch and he would have been lying if he said it didn’t turn him on. He leaned closer, resting his hands on her hips and his lips by her ear. “Does that bother you, me talking about other women?” he purred his breath caressing her throat and his hands tightening as she tried to pull away.

“Of course not,” she said indignantly, “Why would it?”

Sirius chuckled and kissed her throat, lingeringly. “You are a terrible liar, Miss Granger,” he murmured kissing his way up her throat to her lips as his fingers once again entwining with hers.

Hermione made a purring sound deep in her throat that went straight to his crutch as she rubbed herself slowly against his body. “Maybe so … but you seemed to like these lying lips last night, when they were wrapped around your cock.”

A low whine fell from his throat, hands tightening painfully on hers, while he said, “Merlin witch … you should be outlawed.”

She giggled and was about to respond when a loud coughing issued behind them and both turned to meet the disapproving gaze of the gallery’s guard.

“Now, now you two.” The stout, bespectacled guard began in his surprisingly strong Irish brogue. “As nice as it is to see a couple so in love in these hard times, I really do have to ask you to tone it down a little or take it outside.”

The two sobered at his words. Hermione drew a shuddering breath and pulled away her hand, suddenly afraid that Sirius would see the truth in the Guard’s words. With a muttered, flushed apology, she led them away and out of the gallery.

Sirius followed close behind her but did not try to touch her again once they were outside in the bright sunlight. Hermione nibbled her lip nervously as she stood still, trying desperately to find a flippant comment or a joke to hide the fact that guard’s words were spot on, at least in her case.

She turned to face him and gasped at his expression. His eyes dark and his jaw set, a flash of guilt crossing his face making her cringe. She didn’t want his pity. Of all the things, he could feel at realizing that she loved him, why did he have to pity her?

Her bottom lip trembled and a single tear escaped to trail down her soft cheek. With a groan, Sirius grabbed her forearms and pulled her against him, nuzzling his nose in her thick curls. “Merlin Hermione, I’m so sorry brown-eyes. I never meant to …”

“I know,” she cut him off, pulling back slightly to look into his eyes. “And it’s me who should be sorry. I lost control of the situation.”

Sirius let her go and pulled away, fists clenching and his face suddenly devoid of any emotion. “Yeah,” he said his voice almost dangerously low and his lip curling slightly as he gave a slow blink. “That is a shock; I know how much you hate not being in control,” he was angry now and his face showed it, darkening as his eyes flashed dangerously. “God forbid feelings get in the way of our enjoyment,” he growled savagely before pulling out his wand and apparating away with a ‘POP’.

“I’m sorry.” Hermione whispered her voice cracking. Less then 4 hours ago, they had been making love in his bed. Hermione shut her eyes and shivered at the erotic memory and the wave of loss that followed. He’d been so tender, gentle, so intimate. Cupping her face, his eyes never leaving hers as their lower bodies moved together so perfectly. His intense gaze so powerful that for those few precious moments she had let herself hope that maybe he had fallen in love with her as well.

With a strangled sob, she fell her knees, hands covering her face. It was over. No more sitting together in front of the fire, his arms around her and his head resting on her shoulder while she read to him, no more stupid jokes that never failed to make her laugh, that secret smile he seemed to save for her…Yeah and that was the operative word, seemed to. It wasn’t real, only one of them had been falling in love. Now she sat, heartbroken on the cold stone ground, alone and kicking herself for being so bloody stupid.

~*~*~

Remus felt refreshed as he stepped out of the shower, wrapping a large fluffy towel around his waist and drying himself quickly as to not catch a chill. It was then that he heard a sound coming from his front room and accioed his wand. Walking swiftly to the hallway the sounds got louder and he realized it was someone crying, the scent instantly recognizable as Hermione’s.

Pushing open the door, he spied her on his favourite chair, curled up and sobbing as though her heart were broken. He swore under his breath and vowed to beat that no good mutt to a bloody pulp later that night. Forgetting his attire, or lack of, Remus rushed into the room and dropped to his knees in front of the witch he had admired for so many years now, his own heart breaking when her tear filled eyes lifted to his concerned face.

“Love, what’s wrong?” he rasped cupping her face in his large hands, wiping her tears with his thumbs.

“I ruined everything,” she sobbed, her bottom lip trembling as she spoke, “I didn’t mean to … I just wanted to feel again and then it all just happened so fast.”

Remus sighed and lifted her easily sitting her on his lap and wrapping her smaller woman in his arms and letting her rest her head in the crook of his neck and shoulder. “Tell me what happened sweetheart,” he murmured while stroking her long curls, trying his best to sooth her, knowing that only one man truly could.

“I’m in love with Sirius,” she said, so quietly he almost missed it. “And I don’t care about his money, and I don’t care about the legend that is his past, or the bike, or those scandalous leather pants he wears. I love the man, for everything that he is – the way he whistles when he‘s happy, the way he always skips that last step with an extra loud thump, in celebration of his Mother’s portrait no longer hanging there. He‘s put his past behind him, everything, 12 years in Azkaban, everyone turning their backs on him, and yet, he stayed loyal and strong.”

Hermione stopped, needing to breath, needing to think, and then she continued, “He knows that I’m in love with him. But today, in no uncertain terms he made it clear that my annoying emotions are intruding on his fun, and that he most definitely does not reciprocate my feelings.”

“Were those his actual words?” Remus said gently, knowing that in intense situations meanings can easily be misunderstood.

Hermione nodded, “Pretty much, yeah,” she breathed against his throat. “How could I be so stupid? I know what he is, I know all he’s ever wanted was guilt free sex from a willing witch and for the most part that’s all I wanted from him as well … but this last week or so it’s been different, between us, closer, more intimate and for a second there I thought that maybe he loved me too.” She nibbled her lip and closed her eyes, feeling calmer now that she had said it all out loud, “But I was wrong … and that’s that.”

Remus pulled her harder against his bare chest, resting his cheek on the top of her head. “I’m so sorry sweetheart,” he murmured, rocking her gently in his arms as he spoke, silently swearing to put that spoilt pureblood firmly in his place the next time he laid eyes on him.

The older wizard had been so sure it would be different with Hermione. The way Sirius looked at her as though she were the most precious thing on earth, his possessiveness around her, and the way his face broke into the biggest smiles when he saw her after being apart for more then a few hours. That lucky bastard had the world in his hands and the keys to heaven, but it was never enough for him.

After another few minutes of sitting in soothing silence, Hermione moved to get up. “I should go home,” she said shakily, but seeming stronger then before, “Thank you so much Remus, I … I’m sorry for crying all over you.”

“Now you stop that,” Remus said sternly as he stood with her, smiling gently as he stroked a stray hair from her face and tucked it behind her ear, “That’s what friends are for.”

Hermione cupped his face and stroked her thumb over the angry scar that diagonally crossed his handsome face. “Remus …” she murmured softly, caught in his intense blue eyes and the confusion of mixed emotions whirling through her brain. Not taking time to think of the consequences she leaned forward, lifted on her tiptoes and pressed her lips to his.

Time stopped and Remus stiffened under her touch, but only for a second, then with a low growl he gripped her face roughly and kissed her back. Her lips parted perfectly beneath his and he groaned desperately as he forced his tongue inside her hot, wet mouth.

Hermione was the first to pull back, placing a hand on his chest to keep him back, her eyes swimming again. “I can’t,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

“He’s a fool,” Remus growled his eyes flashing dangerously and his chest rising and falling rapidly as his breath rasped out, “A stupid, spoilt bastard who can’t see what’s right in front of him.”

She smiled sadly, as she looked up at him, wishing she had chosen more wisely, “No … I am.”

At that moment there was a loud ‘whoosh’ from behind them and a tall dark haired wizard flew smoothly into the room, his eyes falling on the two immediately and his lips twisting into an angry snarl as he took in the sight before him. His half-naked best friend had one arm around Hermione’s waist and the other cupped her face as hers cupped his.

She pulled away sharply, gasping and her face flushing, “Sirius, what?”

However, Sirius wasn’t listening. His eyes only briefly took in Remus’ state of undress before settling on her again, taking in her flushed cheeks and guilty expression. “Well, that didn’t take long,” he sneered, glaring at the younger woman, refusing to acknowledge the tears trailing down her cheeks or the breathless sob that slipped from her swollen lips. “How long did you wait I after I left? A minute? Two minutes?”

“Mate calm down,” Remus cut in, but Sirius didn’t look at him, his eyes were firmly on Hermione.

“I said that I was sorry,” Hermione breathed, her voice cracking but still somehow calm “I don’t know what else I’m supposed to do? Damn it, I didn‘t choose this, it‘s not like I set out to fall in love with you, Sirius,” she continued, too wrapped in her own misery to notice the way his face suddenly paled and his eyes widened, suddenly taking in her tear stained cheeks and puffy red eyes. “But I did and I’m sorry that my stupid emotions are spoiling your enjoyment,” she spat, pulling out her wand and promptly apparating out of the room, leaving a stunned and confused Sirius and a very angry and aroused Remus alone.

The black haired wizard turned on his old friend, baring his teeth viciously, his canine instincts taking over and gave a dangerous territorial growl, “You know how I felt about her and you were going to fuck her any way.”

Remus glared right back but he had a better hold on his temper and managed to rein it in and calm himself faster. With a sigh, he adjusted his towel and bestowed a steady gaze upon Sirius. “Cut the crap Padfoot, she’s just another cunt to you, like all the rest. You’re pissed because I touched your toy.” Remus shook his head and turned to walk away. “Nothing but a spoilt pureblood and no better then those bloody Malfoys.”

Sirius collapsed into the nearest couch, his eyes still wide. “Where do you think she went?” he asked, quietly, “Merlin what the hell have I done … God, I need her…” Remus turned, cocking a brow as his old friend babbled and suddenly jumped to his feet, pacing, breathing like each breath were his last. “I love her Moony … Bloody hell less then 5 hours ago I was inside her.” Sirius leaned against the fireplace, completely unaware of his friend’s discomfort. “Looking into her beautiful eyes, I’ve never made love like that before …”

“Padfoot …” Remus started, quickly getting the point that Sirius loved her and really not wanting to hear more.

“James was right, love adds a whole new level, and she accepts all of me, everything about me, darkness and light. My god I’ve taken her so hard sometimes I was sure that she’d beg me to stop, and instead she’s screamed for more.”

“Padfoot!” Sirius jumped as though remembering his friend was still there. “I get it, mate, you love her, and she’s amazing in the sack.”

Sirius coughed. “Sorry.” he said, looking at least slightly abashed, “And you’re right I am a spoilt man, selfish and demanding. But not with her. Nothing makes me happier then when I make her laugh or blush. Now it’s over, I hurt her and now she hates me. I always thought love would be like Azkaban all over again, trapped and drained, but I’m nothing without her, I’m empty. She sets me free, and always has, from Azkaban, from the veil, from that bloody house; it was her behind it all, fighting tooth and nail to free me.”

“PADFOOT!” Remus yelled slapping his friend sharply across the face.

“What the fuck, Moony!” Sirius raged, his hand to his quickly enflaming cheek.

“Hermione is out there alone and heartbroken and you are here with me telling me how much you love her. Here’s a thought go and tell HER!”

“I don’t know where she is,” Sirius sulked, “And she’ll never listen to me now.”

“Well no, not while you’re here brooding like Snivellus.”

“Oi!”

Remus gritted his teeth and gripped his friend’s shoulders, looking into the man’s stormy grey eyes as intensely as he could, “She loves you Sirius. With her heart and soul she does, and yes she’s mad at you and yes you hurt her, but come on mate, you are Sirius Black.”

Sirius’ face lit up and a start of a smile could be seen but was soon replaced by a frown as he looked more closely at his friend. “If I hadn’t arrived when I did, would you have …”

“Sirius,” Remus groaned, frustrated but trying for patience, “No mate, when you arrived she was in the process of gently turning me down.”

The grin on Sirius’ face was priceless as he pulled his wand and promptly apparated away.