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Ch. 15
The evening was winding down and Sirius and Hermione returned home. They curled up on the couch together and watched a little bit of some muggle programming on the television. Hermione laid down flat on her back with Sirius next to her resting his head on her chest, with his arms casually wrapped around her. Over the telly, he listened to the gentle rhythm of her heartbeat, calming him into a serene trance. She rested her arm around his neck and gently ran her fingers through his silky soft locks.
During a commercial break, Sirius reached for his wand that lay on the coffee table and turned down the volume. "I've got some bad news."
"What now? It seems to be the day for bad news." She calmly answered, looking down at him.
"Molly knows."
"What! How?" she yelped, stiffening at the very idea that Molly knew anything about the real truth behind them.
Hermione felt as if her late dinner was going to resurface and the fact that Sirius held her down under him wasn't helping. Her heart started to race, thinking that everything was going to be out in the open, Harry was going to find out and they both would be looked upon like….like…
"Let's just say that you'll have to remind me to kick Snape's ass the next time we see him." He murmured into her shirt, feeling her restlessness.
"Oh no, this isn't good." She said nervously, squirming under him to try and sit up.
He tried to hold her still, as her constant fidgeting was interrupting his comfortable position, "Don't worry about it. I got a good talking to from her tonight, and she knows where we stand."
"And she didn't cause physical harm to you?" She inquired, not sure if Molly was losing her touch or not.
"No, but she did threaten me."
"She won't tell Harry, will she?"
He shook his head no and raised his face to the crook of her neck. He sensed her uneasiness and knew that after a few subtle nuzzles from him, she'd be all right. He took in her familiar scent. A scent he'd learned to love with each day she let him hold her and he promised to himself, that he'd never forget it; it was too intoxicating. Though his intent was just to run his stubby chin around her neck, he couldn't resist the urge to leave small long kisses against her throat.
Hermione sighed against him, listening to the flat settle around them. She loved listening to his gentle breathing as his lips passed over her ear and she loved how he held her so possessively, when they were alone. What she didn't know, was that Sirius had promised to himself he was going to protect her from the world around them, any chance he was close to her. He'd discovered something so wonderful in her, that he wanted to be selfish and not share her with anyone. The feeling of the same person next to him for an indefinite amount of time was refreshing to him, and he welcomed this new change.
As the room started to become quieter and quieter, Sirius began to fade into a soothing sleep, within the arms of his loving lady. His young bride, his friend, his Hermione.
His Hermione.
Saturday night brought a loud round of butterbeers for the boys at Madam Rosmerta's Three Broomsticks. Charlie had pulled his brothers out of a late night in their shop, owling Remus and Sirius to join them for a good time drinking. Hating to turn down the invitation, Sirius left Hermione behind with a book curled up on the couch, feeling no guilt to go out and try to get arrested with his friends.
Fight song after fight song, the men sang and yelled, rooting for the Chudley Cannon's latest win. Fred had taken along a new product called Whisky Hand Fires that were really just small fireworks. They were used for a proper drinking game with firewhisky, inspired by true events. Each player would take a shot of the whisky and blow on their small firework. Whoever's flame was the tallest, won. Not to mention the most intoxicated, as well.
To all of their surprise, Remus had blown them all out of the water with seven whisky shots in a row and a flame rising at a towering nine inches from the table.
"Weasley, if you burn any holes in my table, I'll have your ginger hair as a pouch!" Madam Rosmerta yelled from behind the counter with one well manicured finger pointing in his direction.
"It would be a dream, Rosmerta!" Fred called back in a sarcastic dreamy state. As much as he tried to pretend otherwise, he too, was smitten with the Madam Rosmerta curse, just like so many other men before him that stepped into her pub.
With uneasy footing, Sirius pulled Remus out of his seat to fetch another bottle of firewhisky from the frisky bar maid. Stumbling and chuckling like old schoolboys, they made their way to the wooden counter.
"Another, Rosmerta!" Sirius yelled, putting down some money on the counter for her.
"Sirius Black, I'm surprised." Rosmerta teased as she took out her wand to charm a bottle down from the highest shelf above her, that she seemed to be getting a lot of activity for the loud exploding party. "You've been here at least two hours and not one crude suggestive comment has left your lips. I think married life has changed you, Sirius."
He shook his head violently, denying her accusations that he was any different than what he was over three months ago. "I'm just warming up, Rosmerta. I'll be pulling your skirts, before you can say Accio Black repellent!" He managed to say, before breaking into a fit of drunken giggles at his poor joke.
"You just remember to treat that girl well, Sirius. She's a pretty young thing and there are plenty others out there that can replace you!" She teased, wiping a mug clean with her rag.
Sirius, again, waved her off like she didn't know what she was saying and grabbed the bottle from the counter, twisting the lid and taking the inaugural sip out of it. Passing it over to Remus, he managed to belch out a few notes of the first few chords of the Chudley Cannon's fight song.
Remus shook his head, almost embarrassed for his friend, but still finding it highly amusing at the same time. Before sipping from the passed bottle he tilted his head to his friend and asked, "She's right, you have changed."
Sirius shook his head, not wanting to talk about it right then.
"Are you just shagging her, mate?"
Sirius made a thoughtful face and then just shook his head, as if the manner of the question honestly confused him.
"Do you care about her?" Remus pried, finally taking a sip from the bottle that remained lonely and unabused in his hand.
Sirius seemed to begin to take on a defensive approach and just looked at the unsteady floor, still trying to think straight and make out any kind of answer that was English and not drunken blubber.
Frustrating himself over the appropriate answer, he made a hateful face to his friend and barked, "Don't bring me down, Moony. I'm having fun. Don't make me think of deep shit, right now."
Remus just stared at his friend and chuckled. He didn't mean to upset him, so he just patted him on the back and pulled him back to the tables to compete in the game with the conspiring brothers.
After another hour, the Weasleys had run out of fireworks, and thought about calling it a night. It was way past last call from Rosmerta and they were starting to go their separate ways.
Sirius was the first to leave, nodding to each individual and blowing a kiss at Rosmerta who waved him good-night. He summoned a simple sobriety spell that was enough to knock off the surface of his manic intoxication, a spell he'd learned during his wild years; he pushed his body out the front doors of the pub and out into the deserted streets of Hogsmeade.
He looked around him, realizing that he hadn't been in Hogsmeade this late in months, and nearly forgot what it was like to be alone late at night. He hadn't had time to miss it, because he was too preoccupied with his mission, or marriage, to Hermione. He'd learned not to even call it a mission anymore, as he thought about it. It sounded so insensitive when the truth of the matter was, that they were learning to be partners. They both had to endure this unlawful decision and had found something in each other that they rather liked.
He didn't have to keep trying to be someone he wasn't sure he was, anymore. The playboy life was good; having a different woman nearly every week, but it was a part of him that he didn't miss much, having been able to be with Hermione. True, she had a lot to learn, having her limited experience, but it excited Sirius in the pit of his loins to know that now, he was to be her teacher. For the time being, he didn't have to prowl around beating off the girls that fawned over him, though he missed the attention; he seemed to be content with having been restricted to just one girl doing that.
But, as he thought about what they'd been through since this marriage law took in effect, he was proud of himself for how well he'd behaved. After Azkaban, he worked so hard at trying to rekindle the youth he was cheated out of, bedding the women that followed him around based on his reputation and skills, only to find out that they were all alike. What he wanted then, wasn't exactly what he wanted now.
In Hermione, he always thought she was out of his league, not his type and just too close to the family to even consider. He'd come to realize that she was what he needed; someone that was confident, independent, intelligent and familiar. The fact that she had grown up to be beautiful, was a perk.
He thought about their first kiss, how she'd clam up and get defensive to his subtle flirtations and finally how nervous she was when she finally came to bed with him. So much had changed, or evolved rather, that Sirius was happy to believe that he may have been what she needed all this time, as well. Someone to give her a taste of the wildness, someone to help her unleash her dark side, and someone to be a friend and lover to her, at the same time.
They had formed a good partnership and the sex was proving to be a definite bonus in their "cheating of the law". He hated to admit it, but what he loved the most about the situation, was that he finally had a woman in his life that actually cared about him, and not where he came from or what his reputation had claimed him to be.
Lost in his thoughts over what he was going home to, Sirius didn't see the overgrown chubby man shove him from the side. He was barely able to catch his footing, feeling the aftershocks of the whisky. He wasn't able to duck the blow in time, before a weak punch hit him upside the head.
"Fucking blood traitor!" The stranger yelled, spitting on him and shoving him hard onto the ground.
Sirius scrambled to get up, before feeling a kick to his gut, causing him to double over. He staggered a few steps backwards and curled into a ball to ram himself into the third stranger that started to come at him with a flying fist. Clearing the fist, he managed to punch the guy in the stomach in his defense, but felt a large weight of another man jump on his back, screaming for the second guy to "fuck him up".
"Muggle fucker!" The second man yelled, slapping him in the head, giving Sirius no time to block the wimpy hit.
Sirius forced his eyes to open and see the three men circling around him, but they were all wearing black hoodies and gloves. Just as he thought he was able to make out a face, a leather clad hand slapped him hard across the face. Another kick to the stomach, then to the shins, and finally the third guy came back to stomp on his foot and kick his flying fist.
Sirius cried out in the sharp pain, as his wrist bent backwards, breaking. His limp hand was useless and he hugged it close to his chest as he stumbled towards the kicker, with eyes of murder. With his good hand, he reached out and managed to grab the guy by his throat to pull him closer into view. Sirius yelled into the night again, as he felt the skin of his arm tearing open by the first man, armed with a knife.
"You fucking tainted the blood, you fuck! Now, you get a small dose of what's to come." Another kick caught Sirius in the jaw, before he stumbled backwards and landed on his backside.
Sirius wished with all his might that he was only half as drunk as he was right then, knowing for sure that he would kill these men who were kicking his ass. He hugged his broken wrist, falling onto his back and lifting both legs up to kick one of them away, but one managed to brandish the knife again and slashed him on his side.
When he finally was able to open his eyes, he heard the men around him stumbling and scurrying away, when he focused on his crew emerging from the pub. They immediately raced to his side asking him where the perpetrators went, but Sirius was falling in and out of consciousness due to the pain, he couldn't answer. The men that jumped him had managed to apparate away, just when they saw people coming from the pub.
Remus fell to his knees beside Sirius, holding his head up and looking over the open cuts and bruises. He motioned to the others to come and help him and suggested they take him to the hospital.
"No!" Sirius exclaimed, coming around and feeling the pain shoot through his wrist. "Just take me home."
"Sirius, mate, you look like hell!" Fred inspected, chuckling at his friend in manner that might relax him. "Even those jokes at the muggle hospital would declare you half dead right now, with the way you look."
"No, don't take me to the fucking hospital. Just take me home." He protested, slightly embarrassed that he wasn't able to defend himself as much as he had hoped.
Remus shook his head at his stubborn friend, who insisted on getting up on his own, but eventually caved and used him as a crutch. After several words expressing the way he felt, Sirius hugged his broken wrist to his painful stomach, and waited for them to direct him home
"He's not going to listen to us. Let him wallow in his pain for the night and Hermione will take him in tomorrow, if he needs it." Remus said, wrapping his arm around Sirius's waist, "And not dead"
Fred came around and held an arm around Sirius's waist to stand him up and Charlie started a chain to link the men. With a five man "pop", they apparated back into Hermione's living room.
Sprawled out underneath an oversized comforter, a book resting on her chest and her head tilted towards the television, Hermione had dozed off staying up for Sirius. She started to stir, hearing the continuous pops, and slowly opened her eyes to the group of men holding up her husband.
"Oh my god!" she yelled, throwing the comforter off her and racing to Sirius. Her eyes scanned over his face, as she carefully placed both hands around his jaw. "What happened to him?"
She'd never seen him so gone, so hurt, so defeated, that she almost didn't know what to do. Without an immediate explanation, she told them to put him in the bed and that she was going to start the medics on him, the old fashioned way: soap and water. She dashed into the kitchen and turned the sink on for some hot water and soap in a bowl, while grabbing a soft clean cloth from the closet. She moved quickly back into their bedroom and made her way through the men that were crowded around Sirius, like they were waiting his last words.
She forced Remus to catch her up in what happened, as she gently dabbed his forehead of the blood that had dried around his cheeks and lip. When she saw the blood stained on his shirt, she tore it open to get to his body and carefully started to clean up the knife wounds around his stomach.
Hearing that it was three wizards that left him there in the street, she shook her head knowing that this is what she was worried about and it just might be the beginning.
Sirius started to come around again and managed to say, "Fucken twats. I'm so pissed!"
"Yeah, you're pissed all right, mate." Charlie added, chuckling at his friend as he noticed the wounds Hermione were cleaning up, didn't appear as bad as they thought.
Upon hearing his voice, Hermione set down her cloth and lovingly leaned over to whisper to him, "You'll be all right, sweetheart. Just tell me where most of the pain is."
When the twins heard "sweetheart" in her sweet coddling of him, they glanced at each other, intrigued. They watched how she placed a hand gently around the side of his cheek that wasn't bruised and lovingly tilted her head in pain for him. Sirius moved a little in her comforting hand and the twins were a bit taken aback by their subtle display. Charlie stood to their right and saw his brothers making small motions about how delicately she was treating Sirius, as if they may have been more…
Charlie shushed the twins and glanced back down at the sympathetic display Hermione was giving to a painful Sirius. Fred and George shook their heads in their uncertainty of the situation and with a crude gesture of a pointed finger, entering a circle of two fingers on his other hand; Charlie told them what the truth of them was.
The other night when Charlie and Sirius were sharing a cigar, he had let it slip that he was starting to get to know Hermione, conjugally. The twins' reactions were first at him, then letting their mouths gape like fish as they pictured their brother's best friend, shagging a man that was like an uncle to them. Nodding to his brother, George whispered that if their mum found out, she'd come after Sirius with hedge clippers.
"I'll fucking kill 'em." Sirius murmured, falling into the gentle caress of Hermione's hand, quietly relieved that she was close.
"Hermione, do you want us to stay with you?" Remus asked, watching the way she appeared so worried for him. The bruises were a bit unsettling, but the more Hermione cleaned them off, the more they were just scratches from the knife and rough hits from the punches.
She sighed, looking him over and knowing that he didn't want to appear any weaker in front of his friends, and she was sure to get more of the story from him when he was able to talk. She shook her head for Remus and looked up at Charlie, who stood next to Sirius on the other side of the bed. She glanced up at the twins, who seemed to have rather large smiles on their faces from discovering their secret.
"Thank you, Remus; I think we'll be fine. I'm sure he's going to lie here and moan for awhile, soaking up the attention." She whispered towards Remus.
"I heard that." Sirius groaned, holding a hand to his chest as he coughed, sounding like a fifty year smoker as he strained his lungs.
"Floo me if you need anything, then. I'll be at Tonks's so you can use magic there." Remus assured her, rubbing her back as he bowed his head on her decision.
"Sirius, mate, we'll talk in the morning." Charlie added, leaning over and squeezing his shoulder before he left.
In a series of slow "pops" the room emptied and Hermione sat next to Sirius, waiting for him to start telling his story, if he was able to.
"What happened, honey?" She whispered, picking up the cloth and gently patting it around his cheekbone. It appeared to be darkening as she watched his face wince to the stinging pain of the soap over his deep cuts.
"Not now, Hermione." He shook his head, turning it to rest in her direction. He opened his eyes, his eyelids low as he whispered, "I'm just glad you're here."
She shook her head at him, "What did you start, darling?" When he exhaled his deep breath, she waved his breath away, "And why did you drink so much? Sirius, you could set off a fire alarm with that breath." She playfully added, finally finding the nerve to smile for him. His appearance scared the hell out her with the battered beautiful face, that she found it hard to look away, believing that there was something she could do.
He chuckled as much as he could manage without wheezing and answered with a low voice, "That was the idea."
She watched how one of the corners of his mouth forced a small grin, closing his eyes to save some energy. Unimpressed with his humor, Hermione shook her head and got up to get her wand from the coffee table in the living room to start mending him as best she knew.
Coming back into the room, she saw Sirius sitting up and trying to take his own shirt off with one hand, wincing with each shift of his body. He cradled his wrist, biting his tongue on the broken pain that shot up his arm like small pin pricks.
"Sirius, honey, don't move." She rushed to his side, carefully helping him remove his shirt, revealing more bruises and cuts. She shook her head with concern, furrowing her brow and knowing that it was going to kill her until he started talking, but she couldn't force it out of him. It wouldn't be fair. He had been beaten and defeated, and knew that to get his mind straight with tonight's events, he needed rest
For the next hour, Hermione examined Sirius from head to toe, finding any spot on his body that needed tending to. She started by his face, using healing spells over his darker bruises that were going to take most of the night to settle in. She rubbed his chest carefully, finding any soft spots on him that made him wince, indicating a cracked rib or two, and mixed a potion for that.
Feeling a bit nauseous over the wide gashes around his arms that put visions in her head of how defenseless he must have been when he was attacked, made her take a minute to herself, knowing that she was probably the cause of it. If he wasn't married to her, none of this would have happened and if the boys hadn't come to his aid, he might have been dead. And here she was, trying to remain calm and composed to heal him as best she knew, because he was so damn stubborn to go to the hospital for his more serious injuries. He whispered to her that he knew she'd know what to do, and that doctors, magical or muggle, wouldn't take as good of care of him as she would.
With a last dose of the vile potion she forced Sirius to drink to mend the bones in his wrist; she left him to change into her pajamas, forcing him to watch her with hungry, wounded eyes. He may have been feeling like shit, he may have had cracked ribs and a broken wrist, sure the side of his face felt like he was hit with an anvil and the beginning of one hell of a headache was starting, he never missed an opportunity to see the young witch strip in front of him.
Especially, when she'd found the courage and confidence to do it only a week ago. There had been many nights before, that he found his hand roaming under the confines of his linen pajama bottoms to grip his cock as he envisioned her doing just so.
Feeling ten times his age as he leaned over to set the empty glass down on the bedside table, his eyes followed her every move in the bedroom. From the bathroom, back into the bedroom, to her bureau, and finally to her make up table, he watched on. She moved freely around the room, like he wasn't even there.
She assumed he was preoccupied with the vile contents of his glass, finally taking a moment to prepare for bed properly. She went over to her bureau to take out her sleeping shorts and tank top. She lifted the t-shirt she was wearing over her head, resting her arms down revealing a pastel yellow bra that hugged her perky breasts perfectly. Turning her head to the side as she remained in her own thoughts, she reached back to the clasp of her bra and unfastened it, letting it fall down her arms and tossing it into a laundry basket that was open in her closet.
Her bare skin appeared like silk under the low lights in the room, leaving Sirius with a hungry feeling inside. Her well rounded breasts posed high as his eyes ran over her firm stomach, wishing that he could just kiss her skin for one moment, believing that her taste alone would bring him back to perfect health. However, it was another part of his mind talking and just when he knew it would get better, it did and she was already unfastening the buttons on her jeans. As if she knew his lustful eyes were watching her, she slowly teased her jeans down over her slender thighs and shimmied them to the floor and kicking them into the hamper. Her hands ran over her body in a personal celebration that she was free from their restraints and turned around.
Clad in only a pair of white cotton panties that were enough for him to spill himself at that very moment with the way her perfectly cleft arse peeked from under the seam. She leaned over her vanity table to remove her jewelry, completely unaware of how much he was undressing her from that position. He had to force his eyes away from her, restraining his broken body from going over behind her and fuck her senseless.
"Hermione, love, you're killing me." He finally choked, hugging his wounded wrist and shifting himself under the covers.
She gasped when she heard his voice break her zoning, and for a second, forgot he was awake. She stood up and turned around for him, her breasts bouncing just a little as she jolted to see him.
She smiled innocently for him and rested one hand on her curving hip, "You're supposed to be trying to go to sleep, Sirius." She cooed.
"I can't sleep when I know you're walking around here naked, giving a very lucky wizard an ace peep show." He managed to say, feeling a little better with the idea of her taking her panties off.
Her eyes lowered for a moment, and then fixated back on him, "But, I'm not naked."
"You're nearly there, love. Just one more piece and I'm done for." He whispered, his eyebrows lifting in that flirting way he knew so well, regardless of how horrible he felt.
She pursed her lips for a moment and thought what she could do for him, since he wasn't able to move. She wet her lips with her tongue and turned to the chair behind her in the corner. She turned around to face him again and looped her thumbs under her panties, slowly sliding them down her legs and sitting down in the chair.
"That's it, love." He winked, slowing giving her a devious grin. "Now, you're just a wicked little witch."
She leaned back in the chair, completely naked, crossing her legs and watching him. Her heart went out to him, knowing that he wasn't able to perform tonight, and she thought to make him feel a little bit better, that it might be good for both of them to put on a show for him. After all, he was hurt pretty badly and he trusted Hermione to make him feel better.
She took a deep breath, preparing herself for something she'd never done before and asked him, "What now?"
With one eyebrow lifting, he hummed his approval as she inquired what to do next. He managed to pull himself up to better view her from a low sitting position, still slouched down in the bed, and clucked his tongue in thought.
Hermione couldn't help but watch Sirius with his hungry eyes on her body that it coached her to do more, drawn out touches over her displayed self. She watched how he would adjust himself every now and then; surely having a hell of a fight with his own self control not to force his broken body up and on his knees before her. Never in her life had she ever put on a show for anyone, other than herself, that it he seemed to open a Pandora's Box of secrets she had neatly stored in another place within her. Leave it to the rebellious one to bring it out in the most studious of witches.
The attraction Hermione had for Sirius started long ago, when she first heard the truth back in their third year. She learned of his loyalty and his dangerous confession in the shack, about willing to die for his friends. That started a chain reaction for the small puppy dog crush she had for Sirius and his rebellious streak, for the right of good. Sure, he made brash decisions and overreacted quite often, but it was the "bad boy" in him that seemed to call out to her. It only added to the legend that was Sirius Black and she was sure he was to be something she'd never experience…until now.
With absolutely no intention of any of this happening back when they sealed this agreement, it had all come as a surprise with the way it had unfolded between them. Hermione had remained something of a "hands off" kind of girl to him, as she still remained to be his godson's partner in youth. For Sirius to even fathom anything with her, further than friendship, was almost unspoken of. Sure, she blossomed right before his eyes when she hit fifteen, growing out of the awkward stage and into "jailbait" territory with her curving body that was starting to turn heads, she still remained untouchable.
Then she graduated and it hit him; she wasn't a little girl anymore. She was Hermione Granger all woman, and a bit of a snob. He was far from any of his previous types, that the idea of her never even crossed his mind any more then a "she's pretty, if she kept her mouth closed" type. The contract they had made to be married stunned him. Not only did he think that his personal life might have been put on hold indefinitely, he never in his life saw himself as anyone's husband, let alone hers. He just knew that after the day they married, he was going to fight harder for the Order than anyone, to get the right people in the right chairs, so that this law was lifted and his old ways could be fully restored.
Then, this happened.
He couldn't help it; it was in his nature to flirt with a pretty witch. He may have made a mistake for flirting with her to begin with, but they were friends. They had to be friends. They had to learn to work together, if they were going to make this convincing enough. But, it was the way she started to look at him, or talk to him, or just hold his hand a little longer. She started to smile around him more and he couldn't help but smile back…and then his famous wink.
They found themselves talking, which was odd for her, not knowing that Sirius could be rational and understanding. He started to listen to her, for a change, rather than keep putting up a fight or argument about whatever it was she was passionate about. It was that their friendship was getting stronger, their arrangement was changing and things were getting easier and easier.
And then he kissed her.
From that moment, he never told her about the way his heart skipped a beat when he finally got the chance to hold her close. He never told her that she was unlike any other witch he'd kissed, because none of them gave him such a rush that caused even his ears to ring. She was different. She was special. She was going to be his mission.
And then she came to him.
He didn't pressure her, for he was dangerous. He had the reputation of being a heart breaker, a rebel, a Casanova, a flirt. But, she seemed to forget all about that the night she came to his bed. She didn't pledge undying love, she never said much about it, she just let him take her. And take her he did. And has.
With an infuriated cry, she finished herself off and let her body collapse in the chair; her heart pounding so hard, her pulse was thumped through her ears. Her chest heaved as she caught her breath, feeling absolutely spent and thoroughly satisfied, that she did it all in front of him.
After a few long minutes of silence, letting her pulse subside, she lifted her head to see him still looking at her with a mischievous smile and a lowered brow.
"That was, undoubtedly, the hottest thing anyone has ever done for me, Hermione." He purred, running a hand through his hair, looking a little tense.
For a second she, got shy and took her leg down from being so spread for him. She got up from her chair, pulling her weak body to the side of the bed and stood next to him, letting his good hand reach up and touch her stomach. Tilting her head, looking down at him and his battered state, she furrowed her brow in concern. She hated to see him hurt like he did and she carefully leaned over him, placing her hands around his head and tilted his chin up to her.
"I doubt that." She whispered and kissed him, holding their lips still, together.
He tried to get more out of her, opening his mouth and reaching the good hand up behind her head, but she pulled away before he could get a grasp on her.
"No, no, sweetheart. I don't want you straining yourself." She whispered, trying not to tease him anymore than she already had. She heard him huff a little and pulled away out of his grasp, casually walking into the bathroom to finish getting ready for bed.