Truth or Dare ✔️

AE - 4

Finally, and with much satisfaction, Sirius was able to spend the alone time he needed with his wife. Both fell sleep immediately thereafter, wrapped in each other's arms.

Hermione heard the birds chirping at dawn as her eyes fluttered open. She smiled having realized that Sirius was spooned tightly toward her; she stirred slightly and he tightened his hold on her, effectively bringing any space between them to a close. She felt him growing in his sleep at her back and moved herself to receive him from behind, which he never admitted to, but was his very favorite position with which to take her.

He didn't make it easy for her, but she managed to take him in and barely gyrated her hips and this caused him to awaken with a pleasurable thick-voiced moan.

As if on cue, Fleur popped in at her Mistress' side of the large bed. "Begging your pardon Mistress?"

Hermione opened her eyes, but only barely. "Yes Fleur, what is it?"

The tiny elf held up and envelope in the air, barely visible from the edge of the bed. "An owl arrived for Master Sirius," she whispered.

She sat up and fluttered her eyes open. "Oh...thank you, Fleur. Was there anything else?"

"Would Mistress and Master require refreshments?" Her eyes barely peered over the edge of the bed as she had climbed up the side of the mattress.

"Coffee," Sirius grunted thickly. "And a croissant or two. Or three."

Hermione giggled. "Hungry are you?"

Sirius pulled her back down to the mattress quickly. "Mmmmhmm..."

Hermione grinned...far be it for her to deny her husband.

She let him have his way with her. Again.

When he'd had his fill of her, and she could give no more, he crawled back to the head of the bed and sat up, holding his hand out for his coffee, which had been mysteriously placed on the side table. The cup arrived to his hand a little quicker than he had intended, causing the hot liquid to spill over onto his fingers. "Ahh...shite!"

Hermione pouted for her man and removed the cup from his hand and kissed the hot skin, lapping up the coffee, then blew on the heated area, soothing it quickly. "You've a letter," she said.

"I heard," he replied as he sat up. "Well, lets see then?"

She reached over on her side table and retrieved it, handing it over to him. He read the envelope and sighed heavily, recognizing the handwriting...he'd been dreading this...He opened the envelope and withdrew the letter and scanned it quickly. Then he smiled, but it quickly faded when he heard his wife's voice. "What is it? Is everything alright?"

He nodded. "Yes. Just a very good friend wishing me congratulations on my freedom."

"Oh?"

He nodded. "Apparently, it's all over the news."

"Well, I should hope so!"

"'Mione, we have to talk..."

"Uh oh. Sounds positively scandalous!"

He chuckled nervously. "Well, I don't know about all that, now."

She moved to sit cross-legged facing him. "Alright, so...let's get it over with then? No secrets, remember?"

He nodded and chewed on his lower lip. "Well...Gods, this isn't easy, Sunshine..."

"O dear! Sunshine, is it? What could it possibly be! Oh! I know! You've a secret love child holed up somewhere!"