Impulse

Title: Impulse
Claim: Sirius/Hermione/Remus
Prompt: Beauty
Rating: (NC-17)
Summary: Remus and Hermione can’t stop acting on their impulses.
Warnings: Plot? What plot? - High lever sexual scene
Word count: 2042
Author's notes: This is my first HP fic EVER so be gentle.
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Hermione Granger sighed loudly, throatily and pushed herself harder against her Dark Arts professor, Remus Lupin. His mouth was both demanding and generous as it caressed her own. Hermione shuddered with excitement when she heard him groan deeply from his chest and responded by smoothing her hands up over his broad shoulders.

She was perched on the edge of his desk and for the life of her she couldn’t remember how she’d gotten there. But that wasn’t important. What was, was that Remus Lupin was standing between her parted thighs, the hard muscle in his pants pushing deliciously against her quickly dampening centre.

Slowly his hands stroked over her firm calf muscles, up over her knees, and further up her thighs, nudging her short skirt up with his rising hands. He gripped either side of her soft bottom and pulled her rhythmically against him. He kissed her mouth and her cheek and her hair. He flicked out his tongue to taste a sensitive spot under her chin then continued pressing hot, wet kisses over her throat and finally back up to her mouth.

“Hermione…” he breathed into her ear, his voice barely audible, “Darling we should stop…Stop now.” he pulled back slightly.

“You…You’re right Professor, we should stop.” Her breathing was ragged and she could feel her body screaming in protest. She smiled and tried to calm herself, “It wouldn’t do to be expelled in my seventh year.”

Remus chuckled, “No it wouldn’t.” he kissed her, “Not now you’ve come so far…” and again, quickly teasing, “And achieved so much…”

Hermione Sucked and gently nipped his bottom lip before nibbling around her jaw-line, “And you’d lose your job here as well,” her tongue flicked out to stroke his sensitive earlobe, “We wouldn’t want that.” she slowly kissed her way across his cheek and back to his mouth. “Not to mention how mortified I’d be if anyone walked in and saw…” But her words were cut short as his mouth crashed down on hers with renewed force.

As his mouth devoured hers he busied himself with the buttons on her white blouse, slowly parting it to reveal her perfect full breasts held in place by a lacy red bra.

“Oh dear God!” he moaned loudly as his eyes roamed over her. “You are definitely not the clever little witch I met four years ago.”

Hermione grinned and laid back on his desk, allowing him a better view of her supple, waiting body. “Then what am I…Professor?”

Remus ran a single finger down the centre of her body from her throat, down between her breasts, over her stomach and down to the top of her short uniform skirt, then splayed his fingers and caressed her stomach and waist. “Possibly the most incredible woman I’ve ever met.”

He dipped his head and his mouth took over from his caressing hand, which returned to her sensitive inner thigh. Hermione arched her back of the table as his hot mouth made it’s blazing trail slowly up her body. His tongue flicked roughly over her tight nipple through the lace of her bra. The mixture of lace and wetness brought her close to the edge and it was all she could do to hold herself back and let him continue his exploration.

Finally his mouth reached hers and his kissed her with a rampant passion that he hadn’t felt in many years, and that she had been waiting for since she’d met him. Slowly but surely his mouth moved across her face to her ear.

“Darling are you sure this is what you want?” he whispered, and she smiled. How like him to give her an exit like that. But she nodded and wound her legs around his legs and pulled him closer.

“Remus…” she moaned his first name and thrilled at his harsh breath, “I want you…I want…”

He chuckled against her shoulder, “I was hoping you’d say that.” and he nipped that tender spot at the junction of her neck and shoulder.

Hermione trembled and arched her head back, “I…I’m not a virgin…” she gasped again as he nibbled along her jaw line, “Just so you know.”

His mouth was moving downwards again, over her breasts as his hand deftly pulled down her silk panties. “Oh I know that already.” and he smiled up at her shocked expression.

“How?” she would have sat up but his long fingers had found her quivering clit and began to stroke.

“About a year ago, we were all staying at Sirius‘ house” he breathed and his mouth moved lower over her stomach, pausing to nip and caress the tender flesh at her waist. “It was only a few nights till Full moon and I was feeling antsy so I got up for a little snack.”

“Oh God!” Hermione moaned and shuddered as the memory of what had happened in the kitchen of that house flowed though her mind, “You saw that?”

“I did and my head’s been filled with that vision ever since.” His mouth grazed over her inner thigh, teasing her as he slowly moved higher to where he knew she wanted him to be. “You were straddling that Weasley twin, never did find out which one it was.” his chucked and it sent vibrations up her body till she cried and raised her hips, begging for his mouth to taste her. “But I remember you, bathed in moonlight, your back arching perfectly. Beautiful.”

Hermione cried out again as his mouth finally captured her waiting centre and his tongue flicked in tight, quick circles around her singing clit. She knew she should have been mortified by his confession. But the fact that he had seen her in the throes of passion with another and that it had haunted him all this time only fanned the burning heat building in her lower body.

She could feel her thighs trembling. The pleasure he was feeding her with his wicked tongue was almost too much to bear. She could feel that familiar tightness building, but there was something else this time; something stronger and on more of an emotional level. Hermione knew what it was and arched again as she drew closer. This was Remus Lupin, her Dark Arts professor and a man for who she had harboured a not so childish crush for many years now. And now here he was. Between her thighs, pleasing her in a way that she thought would only ever occur in her dreams.

His name whimpered from her lips as the first fiery wave of ecstasy swept through her. Hermione’s hips bucked and she felt his strong hands grip onto her thighs and hold her in place as his tongue made that delicious figure eight, quickly circling her clit then her tight opening and back again. Keeping her in the air and floating on the waves of pleasure till she thought it would never end and realized that she didn’t care.

Finally her body floated back down and her breaths came in gasps as her eyes flickered open to see his smug grin. “Well…” she was breathing hard, “You don’t have to look so proud of yourself.” but she was smiling.

“Oh darling I think I do.” he took her hand and pulled her up to him. His arms weaved around her and he pulled her tighter against him as he claimed her panting mouth.

Her body heated and tightened all over again, “Remus, how can you affect me this way? It’s like I can’t get enough…I just…” but his lips were on hers again and her words were forgotten. Her mind reeled both from the blazing orgasm she’s just experienced and from her new and stronger need to be filled by this man. Her hands reached down and practically ripped open his pants. She delighted at his relived groan as she freed his long hard shaft.

His eyes were hungry and desire filled as they met hers, and they fluttered closed as he bent his knees slightly and entered her tight waiting body. Her head dropped to his shoulder as he filled her more completely then she thought possible. His name escaped her lips again, barely a whisper but he heard it and smiled. Remus pulled her closer and began to stroke. Long slow strokes. Pulling almost all the way out only to push smoothly back to the hilt, teasing her and himself.

He gently pushed her back down to his desk so he could look at the gorgeous woman giving herself to him so wantonly. She moaned deep in her throat as the new angle sent a whole new tingle of pleasure through her whole body. Remus cried out and dropped his head back as her body clamped tightly around his thick manhood.

“You’re incredible…I always knew you would be but…” he growled and her eyes widened as she saw his beast shift behind his eyes and his teeth flash at his useless attempt to control his passion. “I wanted to last longer but I’m not sure I can.” he pulled almost all the way out the slammed back in with a force that would leave bruises tomorrow but he didn’t care and could tell by the way her knees were raising to bring him deeper, that she was way past caring about such silly, trifling matters.

His thrusts were hard and fast. His eyes never left her soft arching body and he felt himself grow closer. A knock on the door drew his sudden and angry attention.

“Not now!” he yelled, “Come back later.” as an afterthought he pulled his wand from his desk and pointed it at the door and spoke the locking spell.

Hermione grinned up at him as she heard the door lock, “Quick thinking.” she breathed, but once again her words were forgotten as her lover gripped her hips and thrust faster…harder…deeper. Bringing her closer and closer to the brink of sanity. “Remus…Remus…Reamus…” she moaned over and over with each deep thrust of his shaft.

Suddenly a familiar voice spoke on the other side of the door. It unlocked at the man’s spoken word and Sirius Black stepped in his grin wide, “Oh come now Moony when have you not wanted to see your old pa…” his words stoped and his mouth fell open at the sight before him.

Hermione, his Godson’s closest friend laid out and half naked on his best friends desk. Remus was buried to the hilt within her tight curls and his eyes were dark with lust and rage as their eyes met. As much as he wanted to apologise and leave quickly his eyes were drawn down to the woman who had been a slightly gawky teenager four years ago, but was now something quite different.

Her blouse was spread wide revealing her full, firm breasts held in place that lacy bra and she was moaning wantonly, her back arching high. Oh no she was not that same girl, but a unbelievably desirable woman. Damn it go! Turn and leave right now. You can talk and make jokes later. For now just go! The apology was on his lips when Hermione suddenly opened her eyes and saw him standing over her.

At first her eyes widened with shock, but then darkened almost immediately, “Sirius!” she practically screamed as her body filled again with sweet burning pleasure. Her back arched and her toes curled. Her inner muscled convulsed violently around Remus’ shaft that was still buried to the hilt and pulled him over the edge with her.

“Oh Sweet God, Hermione!” Remus cried out again as she milked his climax from him till he collapsed upon her shuddering body, all thoughts of their intruder lost.

“Oops.” Was all Sirius managed to get out before he quickly left the room closing and locking the door behind him. He made a mental note to never walk in when Remus said not to again, in a vain attempt to keep the vision of Hermione‘s climaxing body from his thoughts. He laughed as he walked down the hall of Hogwarts towards the dining room.

“Once a Marauder…” his grin widened.