Fountain of Youth
Lying in the soft, sweetness of Hermione's arms, listening to her heart rate slow, feeling the gentle puff of her breath against his chest, Sirius could almost imagine that Spring had returned to his tired soul. Chuckling softly at himself for such fanciful thoughts brought her questioning eyes to his.
"What?" she whispered, kissing the marks on his chest that evidenced his life had not always been this pleasant.
"You make me feel young again," he whispered back, rolling them gently so that now he hovered over her. With a devil's gleam in his eye, he slowly slid down her body, his lips blazing a hot path along his southerly track.