Hermione could barely breathe; he was so close - just inches away, and her entire body yearned to reach out and capture those perfectly pouting lips between hers.
They had been building up to this point for months, really. Ever since she had rescued Sirius from beyond the Veil, she had been inexplicably attracted to the man. Well, when she thought about it, it was totally explainable… he was an immensely attractive man, who knew it and flaunted it, and he had caught her attention.
She had taken him in after he emerged from the Veil, as he'd had nowhere else to go, Grimmauld Place had been sold years ago, just after the end of the war. Hermione had not taken to his invasion well and the two bickered back and forth daily over the stupidest things. Which was how they ended up in their current position.
"We both know what you want, Princess," Sirius growled, "So why don't you just take it? Never hesitate."
So she went for it. Soft feminine lips claimed rough masculine ones. Tongues clashed and teeth scraped. Hands caressed and lips nibbled. Soon clothes were scattered and hearts were racing together.
Sated and happy the lovers lay in bed together, hours later. "See what you get when you just go for it, Princess? If this is the reward, why wait?"