A/N: So… This is about the closest I'll get to writing smut. I'm honestly afraid right now. And uh… rating gone up, I guess. Warnings: suggestive content and mentions of past rape.
Also, can I just say that I actually had fun with this (and that I've always wanted to write something alike)? I dunno, but as an afterthought, it's a freeing thought that I've written something I haven't before.
Word count: …699
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry: Flying Assignment #7 - What I want you to do here is write about an obstacle affecting your pairing. It could be at the start, someone unable to forgive and forget or it could be halfway with someone struggling in the already established relationship. A negative impact should be caused but your pairing must get over it! (extra prompt used: (action) a kiss)
His hands and lips were everywhere. Her face, her shoulders, her waist, her bum…
They were sprawled out on a queen-sized bed in a little motel in Southern Scotland, where Sirius and Hermione were currently spending their Christmas holiday. Just the two of them, away from the Weasley family, away from their friends, completely alone.
He was now peppering kisses down her throat again, while his hand played with the hem of her shirt. Her hands were buried in his hair, pulling him closer, if that was even possible.
He made her feel things she hadn't experienced before; she felt shivers running up and down her spine as he bit down on her shoulder. It wasn't painful; it was more pleasuring than she thought it'd be.
"Hermione," he panted as he lifted himself off of her slightly. "Are you sure?"
"Yeah," was all she could muster while she dragged him down onto her again. "I'm sure."
He didn't ask anything more; he just starting roaming all around her body with his hand under her shirt. He was caressing her back in one moment, then smoothing a thumb over her abdomen in the next, all the while he started kissing her feverishly once again.
He edged closer and closer to her already hardened nipple – although it was still covered by the soft fabric of her bra –, but before he reached it, he swiftly pulled her shirt over her head, exposing her upper body before he leaned back onto her.
It all felt so right; it almost made her forget about everything around herself. She wanted to let her instincts take over her, so she slid her hands down from his hair onto his bicep and started wandering too.
It was all perfect, she felt fine, but when he took the initiative and palmed her left breast with one hand, an imagine came flashing into her mind.
Another person leaning over her in the same position, although he wore a malicious grin instead of Sirius' trademark smirk. She wanted to scream; she wanted to cry out for help, but she knew no one was coming to help her, so she gritted her teeth and tried to not think of it as the man pushed his hand under her shirt.
She suddenly pushed the man away from her, her breathing still heavy, although it was heavy for another reason now.
"Hey, is something wrong?" Sirius asked with a serious expression, every ounce of playfulness wiped from his face. "Is it the flashbacks again?"
"…Yes," Hermione muttered quietly. "I'm sorry, I just… I don't think I can do this now. I tried to cast it out, but I just can't. It always comes back to me, every single time," she explained as her eyes became clouded with tears. She was trying to fight it back; she was stronger than to cry every time it was mentioned, but somehow, crying always got the better of her.
"Don't apologize," Sirius replied softly, wiping a stray tear away from her face.
"But you wanted this holiday to be perfect," Hermione protested. "And now I'd gone and ruined it. I just…"
"No, it's okay," Sirius placed his hand on her cheek and turned her head so that she could look in his grey eyes properly. "I'm not mad or anything. We've been through this, you can always tell me to stop."
"I don't know why you put up with me, even after everything," Hermione spoke after a few moments of silence. "I can't even bare for you to touch me. I'm not worthy of it… Not after what happened. I'm tainted."
"You're not," insisted Sirius. "You're beautiful, and not even your scars can distort you. If anything, it makes you more real," he once again tried to make Hermione to look him in the eye. "Say, what if I promise you that we'll get over this together? We can go slow, if you want. I can wait, I've got a whole lifetime to wait for you," he added a wink after his last thought.
"You promise?" Hermione asked quietly.
"I do," Sirius smiled softly, then placed an innocent kiss on her forehead. "I'll help you forget."
