Potterheads! I am sorry I haven't added to the story recently, but I hope this makes it up to you! I was busy with life (as you know it can be crazy) but I have started to tap back into the stories I have started for you all. I am hoping this steamy chapter will make it up somewhat to you all.

Glory

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Hermione was clearing off the table while Remus was cleaning up the dishes and watching her. She was lost in thought as sometimes she was, but she seemed almost lighter. Sirius and Remus were in agreement that they did not like reminders of who Hermione had shagged, but her receiving that closure seemed to make her happy. Remus was going to ask her why but chose not to intrude her thoughts yet.

Sirius strolled into the kitchen from the stairwell and gazed at Remus before smiling over at her. The Marauders still weren't sure about their minor moments of jealousy. They were getting better with time, but occasionally they felt each other getting in the other's way. There was much more forgiveness between them because of how close they were, but they coveted her and both of them knew that.

"Well, I am going to go spend some time with my son. Are you going to head to bed soon?" He asked and the woman nodded.

"I am bushed, probably from all the excitement today. Any plans tomorrow?" She asked him and he shrugged.

"Molly invited us over for dinner tomorrow night, but optional as usual. I probably won't go because that house is far too loud around this time of the month." Remus replied and approached her.

Hermione nodded and sighed, "alright then, love. I will see you tomorrow."

He kissed her deeply, running his fingers through her hair. "I love you, Hermione." He whispered and she smiled at him.

"I love you too, Remus." She murmured and he released her.

"Good night, mate," Remus declared warmly to his friend and patted Sirius' shoulder.

"Good night, Moony. Try to get some sleep." The animagus responded and the werewolf nodded.

There was a tension filled moment of silence between the two of them that was thick in the air. Sirius swallowed down his fear and reached for Hermione. She took his hand and gave him a soft smile with a hint of mischief in her eyes.

"Sirius Black, would you come to bed with me?" She asked and he let out a small sigh of relief.

"As long as clothes are optional," he retorted and the witch grinned.

She closed the gap and leaned to his ear, "you may just find out."

Hermione released her grip on his hand and strolled to the doorway. "Coming, Padfoot?" She breathed and the hair on his neck stood in anticipation.

When the animagus turned to follow her, he saw her breathtaking smile. It was full of unspeakable desire which caused him to follow closely as they ascended to her floor. Hermione faced him once they reached her bedroom door and one of his eyebrows arched.

"Having second thoughts, kitten?" Sirius questioned with a small smile and she smirked.

"You don't scare me, Sirius Black."

He reached around her and kissed her as he opened the door and helped her inside. Their tongues entwined in urgency and his fingers searched for unexplored inches of hidden skin. Hermione broke the kiss first and pulled away with a challenging expression.

"You show me yours and I will show you mine, Mr. Black."

Sirius snapped the door shut and yanked his shirt off smoothly. Hermione could feel herself almost salivating over the sculpted man. He chuckled softly as he watched her eyes flicker need.

"I have to know, Miss Granger," he paused as he yanked at his belt and tossed to the ground. "Why the change of heart?"

Her fingers peeled her shirt off her body and over her head before she spoke, "you know why."

Actually, Sirius knew very well that she needed to feel him as much as he was desperate to taste her wanting skin. Touching her and kissing her this long has been torture; the kind of torment you welcome even though it slowly eats at your resolve. The animagus was admiring the revealed skin and her black bra in contrast of how pale she was.

She approached him and started to unbutton his pants. "Take it slow, kitten. Savoring you all night would be perfection," he whispered and he saw the goose bumps cover her skin.

Hermione threw the last of her trepidation out the window and jumped in his arms, encircling her legs around him as she kissed him. Sirius held nothing back as he pulled her closer and moved to his old bed and splaying her out in front of him. The lithe witch was panting and squirming in front of him in need.

"Sirius," her voice was heady and he smirked.

"These are silly pants," he replied as he began to pull them off of her.

When the fabric was gone and her undergarments were left, he started nibbling with greed against her thighs. A mixture of giggling and moans were leaving her throat with labored breaths. His fingers were wandering and her laughing lessened and brought forth more sighs and sounds of pleasure.

"Sirius, why do you have to be so damn good to me?" She growled accusingly and he chuckled.

"I could ask the same thing, love," he replied as his fingers hooked the skimpy fabric and moved it down her legs.

She sat up and kissed him deeply, giving him the moment needed to remove the last stitch of clothing she was wearing. It fell loosely on her lap and Sirius snatched it away, tossing it to the floor unceremoniously. His lips traveled down her neck to her chest as his right hand was doing unseen work below.

"Please," she whimpered and he mentally celebrated.

Sirius was worried he would fall into the moment only for her to tell him she wasn't ready. That it was a huge sick joke and he was the consolation prize compared to his best mate. Here she was in front of him and begging for him and he couldn't be more content.

He gazed into her eyes as they flickered, "do you sincerely want this, Hermione?" He asked with a smirk.

She sat up and met his lips as he hands went to the waistband of his boxers and yanked at them. Sirius helped her slid them off and climbed on the bed. Hermione smiled against his lips and pushed him to the bed.

"Tell me how much you want me, Sirius Black," she ordered and he pulled himself against the headboard.

"No words can explain my need, kitten. Only you have this effect on me." He answered and she laughed and cast her head to the ceiling. "Come, let me show you." He spoke of enticing fantasies she had yet to live.

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Hermione had woken up to his familiar body next to hers, but he was breathing deeply. A smile reached her lips as she recalled the time they spent in her bed. Her lover was extraordinary much as she expected from Sirius Black and his reputation. Her body had the wonderful soreness as she pulled herself away from him.

"Don't wake me up yet," Sirius grunted and went to snag her in his arms.

"I just need some water," she whispered and noted her voice was hoarse.

He released her and slumped on the bed in submission as sleep took him again. Hermione brushed a few random strands of hair from his face before climbing from her bed. Sliding on a robe she had by her bed, she left the room. When she descended the staircase, Hermione decided to run into the restroom and clean up just in case Remus was down in the kitchen.

She walked in on Remus in the bathtub and stood there a moment with the door swung open. "Good morning," he said and she regained her awareness.

Shutting the door, she bit the inside of her cheek before speaking. "Good morning, Moony," her voice was still hoarse and he smiled.

"I will shut the curtain if you need to use the restroom. Unless you were planning on walking in on me. If that was the case you can climb right in," he offered and she smiled.

"Maybe if you promise to be good," she replied with an arched eyebrow and he grinned wolfishly.

"I cannot promise that, but it would be fun." Hermione stepped further into the room and Remus' nose flared. "Seems I am late for the party." He uttered dismissively but tried to smile back at her.

She dropped her robe to the ground and his eyes ate at the view in front of him. "Is the offer for me to join you still on the table?"

Remus waved for her to come over and she approached with a small smile. "It might be a tight squeeze," his voice was husky and thick.

"Remus," she breathed as she timid climbed into the wash tub with him.

It was awkward at first as she straddled him as he moved away from the back of the tub. His chest was pressed against hers and she felt just how much it exhilarated him to her as was evident against her behind. He took the wash cloth to her skin as his lips were against hers. Hermione knew that she smelled too much like Sirius for his comfort so he went to work cleansing her skin.

They parted only to breathe and she admired his beautiful features. "You are so very handsome, Remus." Her voice was still scratchy but sweet on the air.

His smile grew lopsided and a hand went to her cheek. "You are much more than I ever dreamed," it was but a whisper but held a gentle tone.

The young witch was about to ask him to take her when the door opened. Both occupants glanced in that direction with wide eyes as Teddy was rubbing his eyes and shutting the door. Remus reached for the curtain and snapped it shut before the child saw any more than he needed to.

"Dad?" Teddy asked and Remus put his chin on her shoulder before answering.

"Yes, Teddy. I am just cleaning up for the day," Remus called out and Hermione leaned her forehead to his neck.

Teddy had done his business and flushed the toilet before speaking again. "Dad, do you think that Hermione is going to leave again? I had a bad dream."

Remus pulled her closer to his body and ran his fingers over her back before answering. "I don't think Mione is going anywhere, Teddy. She loves us all too much."

The boy yawned and sighed, "she does..."

"Teddy, you go back to sleep and I will make some blueberry muffins for breakfast." Remus was trying to coax the boy and Hermione had to shove down a giggle.

"Okay, Dad. Good night." With that, the door opened and the boy left through it.

Remus checked the bathroom and grinned down at the witch in front of him before attacking her with his lips. She wavered under his touch and arched under his skilled fingers working their way across her needy skin.

"Let me have you, love?" He breathed and she smiled.

Leaning to his ear and not chancing being caught in the bathroom by the boy she whispered. "Please Remus. Don't hurt me alright?"

He knew what she meant and he smiled and gave her a single motion of agreement. It wasn't every month that a beautiful woman offered herself to him this close to the moon. Remus would be gentle but passionate and mentally scolded his primal side to keep at bay. They did not leave the restroom until the water was chilly and their skin was pruned.