Managing to disentangle her body from her lovers without waking them, Hermione quietly made her way to her wardrobe. It was Saturday morning and Sirius had been true to his word, only letting her out of bed to use the bathroom. He had even refused to let her out of bed to clean up after their rather messy encounters the previous evening. When she’d suggested taking a shower following their dinner in bed, she’s been surprised by his low growl and refusal to let her leave. He’d then given her a wolfish grin and proclaimed that he liked seeing her covered in their release before he’d secured her wrists to the bed and proceeded to lick and kiss her entire body.
She had protested, of course, but her logical arguments as to why she should get cleaned up had soon fled her mind. He was nothing if not stubborn and seemed to have accepted her brief protest as a challenge, taking great delight in smelling her, tasting her, and driving her mad with desire. Remus had watched, offering helpful guidance on what spots of flesh Sirius had not yet given attention, and joining them when Hermione had finally given in to Sirius’ demands for her total surrender. To say she had been exhausted after Sirius’ playful seduction and Remus’ intense attention was an understatement. Her body had been sore and sticky, and she had fallen asleep with Sirius’ arms tight around her and Remus‘ head on her chest.
At least they had remembered to unfasten her bindings this time, she thought as she rubbed her wrists, a smile crossing her lips as she looked at Sirius. Shortly after their relationship had begun, he had secured her arms with scarves before beginning his torturous teasing. It had been their first time without Remus joining them and Sirius had been like an excited puppy with a new toy. Unfortunately, by the time he had finished playing, they’d both been worn out and fallen asleep. She’d woken with a horrible pain in her arms and back, her wrists still tied above her head.
He’d been embarrassed at getting so carried away he’d forgotten to unfasten her and it had taken several months before she could convince him to do it again. To apologize, he’d eagerly allowed her to tie him up and she had spent over an hour learning everything about his body. She had learned where to touch him to cause him to moan, the ticklish spots that caused him to laugh, and the places that caused his eyes to become a smoky gray as he begged. Some might consider it wicked, but she really loved to hear him beg.
There were times she felt guilty that she cared more about Sirius than Remus. She loved them both and they loved her, there was no doubt in her mind about the depth of their feelings for her or each other. She had a bond with Remus and was able to spend hours talking with him about a variety of subjects, the conversation always intelligent and stimulating, but she would be lying if she claimed her feelings for Sirius were the same as what she felt for Remus. Sirius could arouse her with one look, the sound of his voice could make her knickers wet, and she felt safe and cherished when his arms were around her. He needed her, needed them, and she had always so loved being needed.
After removing a fresh set of knickers from her drawer, she picked up Sirius’ discarded shirt from the floor to put on after her bath. Moving to the side of the bed, she gently brushed his long hair away from his angular face. He was sleeping peacefully, the nightmares that had plagued him for the first few years after his return from the veil very rare these days. She leaned over him and tucked the sheet around Remus before walking to the bathroom. The floor was cool against her bare feet and she considered retrieving her wand to cast a warming charm but felt too lazy to walk back into the bedroom. Instead, she set her panties and Sirius’ shirt down and turned on the water.
Knowing that Sirius and Remus would probably sleep for a while, she decided to indulge and have a bubble bath. She could lounge in the bubble bath and just take it easy while they slept. The scent of lavender filled the air as she added the bubble bath to the flowing water. As the bathtub filled, she retrieved her bathing sponge, body wash, and shampoo from the cabinet. Neatly arranging the items beside the bath, she checked the temperature of the water to make sure it wasn’t too hot. Content that it was perfect, she brushed her teeth and made faces at herself in the mirror as she examined her swollen lips, the bite mark on her shoulder that Sirius had made, the pale bruises that were beginning to form around her breasts from Remus’ caress, and the imprint of Sirius’ fingers on her hips.
They had definitely made up for the past two weeks last night, she thought as she decided that she looked completely and thoroughly shagged. Gathering her hair, she twisted it up and secured it with a few pins before walking back to the tub. She had just turned the water off and had one foot in the process of moving into the tub when the door slowly opened. She was so startled that her foot slipped and she began to fall. Large hands caught her before she hit the floor or bathtub, brown eyes meeting gray as Sirius helped her regain her balance.
“I hate when you sneak up on me like that,” she muttered crossly, rather annoyed that plans for a relaxing bath had been interrupted. She arched a brow when she saw that he was carrying the rose that had been dropped on the floor the previous evening, having little doubt he had wicked intentions without even looking to see if there was a naughty gleam in his eyes.
“Something smells good,” Sirius grinned, unperturbed by her scowl. In fact, he found it rather cute.
“Lavender. It’s for *my* bath, to relax me,” she explained, stressing that it was her bath in hopes that he would use the bathroom and then go back to bed. She loved him but had hoped to soothe away the soreness in certain parts of her body before he or Remus woke up.
“There are more enjoyable ways of relaxing, love,” he drawled lazily, stretching and bringing her attention to his muscular abdomen and chest.
Hermione refused to let her attention wander lower. Okay, so she sneaked a peek and saw that his cock was half hard amidst his ebony curls. Giving him a stern look, she said, “There will be none of that right now, Sirius. I’m sore, stinky, and just want to take it easy for a bit. I need to rest.”
“I love your scent,” he said matter-of-factly. “Call it the animal in me, but I love to smell myself on you. The fragrance of you, us, sweat, and sex is more intoxicating than any aroma in the world.”
“Stop being charming,” she scolded with a smile. “I am taking a bath and that’s that. You might not care if I stink but I do so just keep the animal within on a leash for a bit. We can let him out to play later, okay?”
“Promise?” Sirius pouted, annoyed that she had been able to resist him even when he was posing to best show off his body and arousal. He loathed rejection of any sort. Sure, he knew she was worn out after their attention last night and he was considerate enough to understand she needed some time to rest. He wasn’t usually so demanding of her time, but it had been two weeks since he’d had her, which was the longest time they’d not made love since their relationship had begun. He knew he was being a selfish bastard, but he didn’t care. He loved Remus and had since they were kids at Hogwarts, but he had grown spoiled the last few years by having Hermione, too. He had missed her and, to be quite honest, he was hoping to have her to himself while Remus was sleeping.
“There are times that I forget you’re nearly fifty,” Hermione teased softly as he gave her a sullen look. “Quit sulking, honey. I promise we can play later.”
“Age is nothing more than a number, love,” he smiled smugly before denying, “and I am not sulking. Now quit arguing with me and get into your bath. The water must be getting cold.”
Hermione gave him a suspicious look, eyes narrowing at the deceptively innocent smile on his handsome face. He had conceded too easily, she realized, which meant he was up to no good. However, the bath looked very inviting and she did smell awful despite his ridiculous claims otherwise, so she got into the water and surrounded herself with bubbles. Leaning back, she sighed in contentment as the warm water began to soothe her muscles.
She watched through lazy eyes as Sirius moved to sit on the edge of the tub. Long fingers brushed through his hair, letting it fall to the side so his profile was unobstructed by the silky black locks. When he moved the rose against her cheek, she considered telling him to stop because she knew he was planning something that would probably end up causing more aches in her sore body, but there was something undeniably sexy about him sitting naked beside her wearing only that silly leather collar and a devilish smile. Hermione did the only smart thing anyone else would have done in these circumstances. She closed her eyes and let him seduce her.
Sirius moved the petals across her eyes, down her nose, and then outlined the curve of her lips. When she opened her mouth and he saw her tongue wet her lips, he felt his erection stirring. Relaxing, he reminded himself, concentrating on her pleasure instead of simply tossing the flower to the side and joining her in the bath. She angled her head back as the rose moved along the graceful column of her neck before reaching the bubbles that barely concealed her lovely breasts. He could see the rosy tips beneath the water, watching with masculine fascination as they seemed to float, tempting him to taste them. He loved her breasts. They were firm and full, fitting into his hand as if they’d been created especially for him to hold, and he could happily spend hours playing with them even in non-sexual situations.
Her breasts distracted him momentarily, but he noticed the knowing curve of her lips as she smiled and realized she was aware of his intense gaze even when her eyes were closed and she wasn’t looking at him. A bit irritated that she might be thinking he was predictable, a rakish smile crossed his lips. He moved the rose into the water, brushing it over her nipple. A soft gasp escaped her at the unexpected softness against the sensitive nub and he smiled smugly, a triumphant gleam entering his eyes as he moved the wet flower over her breasts. When her body arched out of the water, the breasts breaking surface for a moment, he leaned his head down and ran his tongue from her nipple all the way up to her collarbone.
Moving his mouth against her ear, he purred, “Like that, do you?”
“Uh huh,” she moaned softly, enjoying the differing sensations of the soft flower petals and his calloused fingertips against her skin.
Sirius moved his hand from the water, letting the flower fall to the floor for the second time in less than twenty-four hours. “Sit up, love. I’m going to wash your hair.”
Hermione opened her eyes, a bit disappointed that he had stopped touching her in order to wash her hair. Pouting slightly, she sat up, wiggling in such a way that her breasts bounced in hopes of gaining his attention once again. He had the gall to chuckle in a knowing way, ignoring her unspoken invitation as he moved to kneel on the floor behind her.
“There will be none of that right now, love,” he echoed her earlier words, smiling outright when she sighed in annoyance. He removed the pins from her hair, letting the chestnut curls cascade down her back, the tips reaching the water. Giving his task his full concentration, he began to wash her hair. Using fresh water from the tap, his bare chest brushed against her back each time he filled the cup. Once her hair was wet, he poured her shampoo into his palm, inhaling the scent of apples and spice. Working the shampoo into a lather, he began to work it into her hair.
Hermione moaned softly as his fingers moved through her hair, his fingers moving against her scalp, the entire routine task of washing her hair becoming something erotic and arousing when placed in Sirius’ hands. She could feel the familiar heat stirring and spreading throughout her body, her breathing becoming more ragged as he brushed his fingers through her wet hair. The water was cold as he rinsed the shampoo, careful to remove all the soapy lather before finally finishing the task. By the time he moved back to sit on the edge of the tub, she was flushed with arousal and could feel her juices slick between her legs.
“You look flushed, Hermione. Is the water too warm?” he smirked as she glared at him. This was right fun, he decided, sitting in such a way that his erection was impossible to ignore. His cock was swollen and hard, wet with water and a trace of shampoo. He’d had to stroke himself a few times after listening to her soft moans, and he honestly wasn’t sure how much longer he’d be able to be the patient seducer. Reaching for her sponge, he liberally poured her body gel into the middle before moving it against her neck.
“Bastard,” she cursed softly, moaning as the abrasive sponge caressed her skin. His eyes never left hers as he bathed her, his full lips curved into a wicked smile, and his erection so close she could touch it if she just moved her hand slightly to the left. He was tempting her, wanting her to ask for him, but she was determined to resist him until her bath was complete. It wouldn’t do very well to make declarations and then allow him to seduce her into changing her mind.
In the five years they’d been involved, they had been in a similar situation numerous times. More times than not, she was able to remain firm to balance his impulsive, playful nature. Remus wasn’t as needy as Sirius, enjoying having time to himself and not constantly demanding attention. The three of them worked well together, giving, taking, and satisfying all of their needs. Today, however, he was being more obstinate than normal and she was beginning to think she would be the one begging for him to make love to her very soon.
When he moved the sponge between her legs, she broke eye contact. Her head fell back and she whimpered, pressing against his hand to gain more contact. He dropped the sponge into the water, his fingers moving into her as he leaned forward and kissed her. The kiss was passionate, his tongue taking possession of her mouth as his free hand tangled in her hair. She was so aroused that it didn’t take long before she was coming, her body convulsing around his fingers as his thumb brushed against her clit. He caught her cries of release with his mouth, his fingers continuing to move inside her until her hand caught his wrist.
Pulling her mouth free from his, she said, “I need you inside me now.”
Sirius didn’t protest, his cock throbbing at the demanding tone in her voice and lust in her eyes. Pulling her wet body from the bath, his hands gripped her arse and lifted her. Her legs went around his waist as he carried her to the sink, balancing her on the edge. Her hand found his cock, stroking him as he moved against her wet cleft. He felt the collar around his neck loosen before she tossed it on the ground, her lips moving along his jaw and chin as her fingers continued their teasing action on his shaft. When she nibbled on his neck, he pushed her hand away from his cock, grasping his cock and adjusting position so he could enter her.
She was soaking wet, her juices coating the head of his erection as he began to penetrate her. One hand was pulling his hair, the other tracing the lines of his back, her lips moving over his chest, teeth scraping his hard nipples. Pulling her head back, their eyes met, silently communicating what they both wanted, what they needed right now. He thrust into her completely, his lips catching her cry of pleasure as they began to move.
Hermione dug her fingernails into his back, her hand tugging at his hair as they kissed. Their coupling was fierce and desperate, hands squeezing flesh, his cock entering her deeply on every thrust. She had removed the collar, wanting him wild and unleashed, enjoying the intensity of the moment. He was careful not to cause her real pain, squeezing her breasts in a way she found pleasurable, rubbing against her clit with every penetrating thrust, his kiss gentle despite the roughness of their actions. He was untamed and he was hers.
She met his thrusts, tightening her muscles around him every time he pulled out, her hand moving along his back and gripping his arse. The position was uncomfortable, trying to balance on the sink without falling backwards, so she was relieved when he lifted her and moved them against the wall. She was able to adjust positions, sending him even deeper within her, their speed increasing in this new arrangement. His mouth moved along her shoulders and neck, his hair brushing against her arms as he licked and sucked her flesh, nibbling on breasts when he reached them. His hand moved between them, his fingers finding her clit and twisting, sending her over the edge a second time. He soon followed her, entering her deeply before coming with a soft grunt.
His lips met hers, the kiss tender as he continued making shallow thrusts into her. When it ended, he slid out of her and she leaned against the wall, not sure she could stand just yet. He ran a hand through his hair, giving her a cheeky grin before saying, “I don’t know about you, love, but I feel relaxed.”
“Brat,” she laughed softly before placing a chaste kiss on his lips. “Just for that, you’re going to make me breakfast.”
“Breakfast? But, love, it’s still early. Don’t you want to go back to bed and snuggle?” Sirius whined as he watched her use a towel to clean herself up before slipping on a pair of lacey red knickers. When she put on his shirt, his eyes narrowed and he licked his lips. The wicked vixen knew he loved seeing her in his clothes, enjoying removing them from her delectable body just as much. Unfortunately, he was too old to have recovered that quickly so he could do nothing more than ogle her for now.
“It must be nearly nine by now, Sirius. That is not early. Now stop whining and go make me pancakes,” Hermione said in the bossy tone that he loved and could never resist.
He grabbed her arm as she walked past him to enter the bedroom, pulling her against him and giving her a very thorough kiss. When the kiss finished, he nuzzled her neck for a moment before raising his head. Smiling smugly at the dazed look of passion in her eyes, he said, “Wake Remus up , love. I’m going to make us pancakes.”
The End.