One Last Try [HP Jamione fanfic]

14. The Man

A/N: More smut at the beginning of this one, though there is a little plot before, and a lot more after promise!

I'm 38 chapters into writing this, and I'm currently writing August 1977! It's so weird to then be posting November 1974 haha!

3rd November 1974

Hermione woke the next morning with Sirius spooning her. When she rubbed her thighs together and clenched experimentally she found she was less sore than she'd been expecting. She was tired after last night, but knew she should probably get out of Sirius' bed before the others returned from the Room of Requirement and they had to answer awkward questions they weren't ready for.

She rolled over in his arms, and watched him sleeping for a while in silence. She was glad that their moment of pleasure sought in a world growing increasingly darker hadn't stirred up any untimely feelings in her, or ruined their close friendship. She reached out and brushed a silky lock of hair back behind his ear, tracing the sharp cut of his cheekbones. She smiled when he opened his eyes. Maybe he sensed she was watching him.

"Morning." She whispered.

Sirius blinked a couple times, then smiled back, "Morning." His voice was a little hoarse, and he cleared his throat, "Are we okay?"

"Of course we are, Sirius." She leant over and pulled him into a hug, uncaring about their nudity. He hugged her back tightly, breathing a sigh of relief against her ear. "Look, I don't fancy you, and I don't think you fancy me." She pulled back and looked at him with a raised eyebrow.

"Yea, you're right. I love you, and I think you're attractive, of course. But, yea. I don't fancy you." He shrugged, feeling a little guilty for saying it so bluntly, "Sorry."

"Don't be sorry." She laughed, "I'm the same. It was just a good night between friends." She sat up slowly, and then turned back to Sirius with an alarmed look, "One that we shouldn't tell anyone about. Even our friends. They'll try and fix us up together, or something."

Sirius grimaced, "Yea good point." Then he pouted, sitting up too and pulling Hermione into a hug from behind. "You mean I can't even brag?" He asked, hooking his chin over her shoulder.

She turned her head to look him in the eye, "No!"

He looked down, his eyes catching on her breasts, and before he could stop himself he'd wrapped both arms around her to trace the stretch-marks that spanned the sides of them and then pinch at her nipples. She moaned loudly, throwing her head back on Sirius' shoulder. One of her arms raised and locked around the back of Sirius' neck when he started mouthing kisses on her shoulder up behind her ear. "One more time for luck?" Sirius whispered in her ear.

"Sirius..." She moaned, trailing off when one of his hands slid down from torturing her already puffy nipples, and two of his fingers sunk deep into her. He took a deep breath she could feel, and his thumb circled up and around her clit slowly.

"I think that's a yes, Kitten." He murmured, "Fuck you smell so good." He said after another deep breath.

When she just moaned in encouragement, Sirius' large hands stopped touching her for a moment, and he lifted her up so he could cross his legs together below her, and then sunk her back down onto his aching erection. She arched her back, squealing when he bent her over so her arms were reaching to the footboard of the bed, her knees either side of Sirius' legs. He stayed there for a long moment, just holding his thick cock deep inside her. She clenched around him tight, her wetness dripping out around him when he shifted inside her.

He rearranged them quickly, unable to thrust into her how he wanted to from his current position. He didn't pull out of her as he did, so every movement jostled his thick cock inside her and startled a moan from her. She was on her hands and knees with him kneeling behind her now. He slid out and back in achingly slowly.