A/N : Here you go. Chapter 4. I know the chapters are short but I'll work on longer ones for my next fic.

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He turns his head to look up at her in wonder. At this moment she is the light in his darkness, a warm and safe haven in his wretched world. She smiles down at him and wipes the last of his tears from his cheeks, her fingertips lingering on his skin as she asks "Are you OK now?"

Unable to trust his voice, he nods and lifts his hand to touch her shining face. His hand curls around her neck and he draws her head down to his to place a chaste, worshipful kiss on her lips – a gesture of thanks and gratitude for his salvation from the nightmare.

As his lips touch hers she gasps, unconsciously parting her lips to allow him access to her mouth. Her eyes close as his lips move on hers. At first he is unsure, not knowing whether he has the right, expecting that at any moment she will reject him, humiliate him. She doesn't. To his incredulous joy she leans into him, sighing as he deepens his kiss.

He tugs gently and she slips down to lie beside him, cushioned in the bundle of blankets beneath them. She rests in the circle of his arms, looking up at him solemnly as he brushes her hair back from her face with trembling fingers. He leans down again to capture her lips with his and, again, she accepts his kisses with a sigh.

The tip of her tongue enters his mouth, delicately tasting him. Becoming more sure of herself she tangles her hands in his hair, pulling his head closer, her sighs becoming moans as she ravishes his mouth, urging him on to greater intimacy.

She is the aggressor here. It is she who takes his hand and places it on her breast, silently begging for his touch and he hesitantly complies. His breath catches as she runs her hands over his shoulders and down his back, dragging her fingernails back up his sides and making him squirm.

He is delirious. It has been so many years since he has been this close to someone. So many years since he has let his guard down after his betrayal by one he trusted. And now, unbelievably, in the depths of his despair, fate has sent him an angel to calm his soul and enflame his senses. For an instant he freezes, unsure of himself and his place here with her.

Although his mind has forgotten, his body remembers and takes over.

He wrenches his mouth away from hers and runs a trail of kisses down her neck, nipping at her shoulder and across her chest, catching the sensitive spot on her collar bone that makes her writhe and moan. His hands rip at her thin T-shirt, tearing it away from her body and his eyes hit her skin with the cool air.

She whines softly, missing the heat of his body against her as he kneels over her. She watches him through eyes made heavy with want as he devours her flesh with his gaze.

"Hermione."

"Sirius."

Two words spoken. Acceptance asked and given.

She arches her back, raising her aching breasts towards him; begging now - a touch, a kiss, anything - and he complies, moving to straddle her hips as he bends down to take a taut nipple into his mouth. She cries out softly as he swirls his tongue around the sensitive peak and then moves to its twin to repeat his exquisite torture. He bites down, hard, and she squeals with the pain/pleasure "Stop. Don't Stop."

She reaches for him and runs her hands under his T shirt, up his flat stomach to his chest, following the play of his muscles as he sits up and, with one fluid movement, pulls his shirt off over his head.

She gazes up at him, her ravaged God. He is beautiful beyond anything she could have imagined. Battered and broken he may be but he is still glorious to her. His night black hair hangs long and whisper soft against his shoulders and his eyes. . . no longer empty or despairing but filled now with desire and hunger for her.

As she sees him, so he sees her. His liberator. His safe haven. His Goddess.

He pulls off her sleeping shorts and she lies naked before him, offering herself to him and he bows his head to worship her. Leaving a trail of kisses down her silken body he explores every inch of her until he reaches her core. Her hands tangle in his hair as he parts her legs, resting her thighs on his shoulders before taking his first taste of her.

She tastes of champagne and light and something else, something indefinably Her. He nips gently at her wet flesh. Wrapping his tongue around the tiny bundle of nerves at her centre he laps rhythmically and steadily, rewarded for his efforts by the fresh surge of moisture and the sound of her mewling cries. Her hands leave his hair and fly out to land with noiseless grace to either side of her, fingers grasping at the carpet as ecstasy floods through her. Her body jerks and shudders as slowly drives her towards release. He feels the fluttering contractions begin and holds her hips still to allow him to ride her orgasm with her, his tongue never leaving her, until she collapses, spent, beneath him.

Raising his head he sees her face in the pale light of her wand. Her eyes are closed and there is a faint sheen of sweat covering her body. Her lips curve in a satisfied smile as she opens her passion clouded eyes and looks down at him.

"Sirius. . ."

She breathes. No other words are necessary.