The next few weeks were spent between Hermione's house and the living room couch at Grimmauld Place. He hadn't been able to sleep in any of the other bedrooms, and he hadn't even been back in his bedroom since he discovered all Harry's things there.
On late nights he'd go straight to Grimmauld and fall asleep on the couch, but days that he got off work before dark were sweet bliss for the dark haired wizard. He would Apparate to Hermione's backyard and bound in the door, sweeping her into a big hug and kissing her cheek. They two would have dinner together and usually end up making love in Hermione's bed, or in front of the fireplace in the den.
Sirius had quickly learned that he could be a gentle lover, and with Hermione, he absolutely loved it. Nothing felt better than holding that sweet little witch in his arms and bringing her over and over until he couldn't take it anymore, and then losing himself inside her. Her beautiful brown eyes sparkling above him, her head thrown back in ecstasy and her mouth dropping open as if to silently scream was just about more than Sirius could handle. Just watching her in the throws of passion tugged at his heart.
One night as they were curled together on Hermione's bed, his pretty little witch spoke. "Why don't you just bring your stuff over here Sirius? I've got plenty of room and you're here at least 4 nights a week anyway."
Sirius was silent for a moment before speaking. "I don't like coming over here on nights I work late because I don't want to keep you up."
"Oh silly," she told him. "I'm up until at least midnight most nights anyway. If I'm not working on a project for work, then I'm sitting around here wondering if you're alright and if you're home from work yet."
"I guess I could bring some things over here," Sirius finally agreed.
"Tomorrow?" Hermione asked hopefully.
"Tomorrow," Sirius confirmed with a smile.
Hermione turned in his arms and kissed him softly before she spoke, "This has been such a whirlwind for me. You make me feel so special and I've never enjoyed someone's company as much as I have yours over the past few weeks."
"It's been crazy for me too baby," Sirius responded with a smile.
Hermione hooked her leg over Sirius' hip and pulled their nude forms closer together.
Sirius grinned and flipped her onto her back. He assaulted her neck and bare chest with kisses until she couldn't take it anymore and breathed "Sirius, please," and he was happy to oblige her.
Sinking into her wet heat was almost more than Sirius could handle again so soon after making love to her. It became even harder to hold onto himself when Hermione used his momentary pause to take control and rolled them both to the side so that she was now sitting on top of his cock.
Sirius watched, slightly mesmerized, as he watched her breasts bounce in the dim light of the bedroom as she found her rhythm and her head fell back as she used the roll of her hips to pleasure them both. He slid his hands down her sides and slipped his fingers between her folds to find her bud and gently rubbed circles on it, bringing her closer and closer to her own completion. By the time Hermione fell over the edge of bliss, Sirius went with her, groaning her name.
"Gods woman," Sirius said after he was able to speak again. "You sure do know how to drive a man crazy don't you?"
Hermione smiled lazily as she snuggled closer to Sirius' chest and dozed off to sleep.
Sirius lay awake for a while longer, listening to Hermione breathe and thinking about what was to come.
The animagus knew that he was an old man, a broken man and he couldn't expect a beautiful witch like Hermione to saddle herself with his issues and his neurosis for the rest of her life. Sirius thought that for now, just for now, he could let himself love her, and when she realized that she needed a better, younger, saner wizard, he would deal with it then.