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"You need to be still, Hermione," Sirius admonished with a mock frown.

"How can I be still? I've been lying in this position forever."

"It hasn't been forever, it's barely been an hour."

He continued to stroke and flutter his paintbrush over the wide canvas. He could barely take his eyes of the woman posing in order to paint. She was breathtaking in more ways then he ever thought he would discover.

His tongue between his teeth he stoked the brush to create that mouthwatering curve of her waist then dabbed at the long brown curls barely covering her full breasts. He groaned and forced his attention back to his work. He was having a hard time controlling his shaking hand and something lower was giving him a hard and almost painful time as well.

"Please can I see?" She fluttered her eyelashes over beautiful brown eyes and gave him a flirtatious smile that made the kind of promises she always kept, at least with him.

"Alright, but it's not finished yet so you can't critic if you don't like it."

"When have I ever not liked your work, Sirius?" She brought the robe up over her shoulders and walked around to take a look.

She gasped and her hand moved to cover her lips. He watched her eyes go wide. "W-What do you think?"

She took a few deep breaths and her eyes shimmered. "Is this how you see me?"

Was that a good question? Did she like it? Were those good shimmers? Ah hell! He gripped her shoulders and looked into her eyes. "This doesn't capture even half of how beautiful you are to me."

She smiled and tipped her head back for his kiss. Their lips lingered, barely touching, brushing, tasting.

"You've painted Eve in her garden, but where is Adam?"

"I'm not sure Adam is so comfortable being naked out in the garden."

Smiling a smile as old as Eve she took his hand and led him to her chair. Her robe fell to her elbows and his gaze immediately dropped to her bared form.

"Are you sure I can't convince you?" Slowly, deliberately she reached out and flicked open the button on his pants and pulled down the zipper. "What if I said, pretty please?"

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