A/N: OK, everyone. This story is rated 'M' for a reason, and that reason lies in chapters such as this one. If adult situations make you uncomfortable, this isn't the chapter for you. Sorry.
As always, enjoy and please review.
The pain from the tattoo was taken care of with a pain potion the moment she entered the hotel room, and she was pleased two days later when the swelling went down. It was just what she had hoped for. She could picture Ron and Harry's reactions, Harry would think it was cool, Ron would think she was insane. She smirked as she vividly pictured the look on Ron's face and happily downed the rest of her pancakes. As was the norm recently Sirius was out doing what he wouldn't tell her about, and she was fine being alone this morning. She really wanted to pin down her parent's location.
She booted up her computer, and waited for it to connect to the Internet. The moment she could she got on a search engine and typed in 'Wendell Wilkins dentist'. Without any delay the search engine promptly displayed the location of his new practice in Brisbane, along with his wife Monica. She scribbled the name on a piece of paper and, thinking she had nothing better to do, left the hotel.
She flagged down a taxi and climbed in. The taxi driver knew the area the office was in well, and drove in silence towards it. Hermione concentrated on the directions, quickly jotting each turn onto the piece of paper so she could return without needing a taxi. The ride was short, about twenty minutes, and she tipped the cabbie generously before exiting.
The office was inviting from the outside. It had been converted from a small house, and had all the appeal of walking into a good neighbors' home. The outside was neatly landscaped, the parking lot clean and well-maintained. The exterior was painted a soft, calming blue, with white accents. If it wasn't for the large sign sitting in the yard one might never think this was a place of business.
She walked carefully around the building, trying not to attract attention from anyone in the area. Around the back was a section labeled 'employee parking' which was three spots large. One of those spots was labeled 'Reserved for Dr. Wilkins and Dr. Wilkins'. She stared at the little red coupe in the spot for a moment, memorizing the plate number so she could write it down when out of sight.
She sat in the park across from the office for a while, pretending to read but staring at it out of the corner of her eye. She was close, so very close. She could do it the moment they walked out of the building for lunch, they always went to lunch together. Jump out of a bush, two quick spells and they'd recognize the woman standing in front of them. But she decided against that course of action. She had waited for so long to see them again, a little while longer wouldn't hurt.
At twelve on the dot they emerged from the back door, and her heart skipped a beat. They were smiling and holding hands. They were happy, and from her vantage point she couldn't see any harm done to them. Her trick had worked, they were safe.
Reassured in this fact she walked towards a busier street nearby, stopping in a small cafe to get a coffee to go, and hailed another taxi. She returned to the hotel and made her way back to the room she was sharing with Sirius.
"Out and about this morning, love?" his voice greeted her from the couch as she entered.
"I tracked down my parents," she replied, sitting next to him. He absentmindedly entwined his fingers with hers.
"I'm assuming you didn't lift the spell, or you wouldn't be back here so early," he smiled at her.
"I didn't, but I have enough information that we can find out where they live and go do that tomorrow or the next day."
He suddenly looked nervous. "So soon? We still have a week left here."
"I wasn't planning on showing up on their doorstep laden with baggage."
He sighed. "I guess you're right."
"You don't have to go with me," she pointed out.
"I want to. To support you."
She smiled and leaned forward to kiss him. "How was your morning?"
"It was good. I'm done with what I was doing, so I guess I can tell you now," he grinned mischievously.
"That look makes me nervous," she looked back at him. "Should I be afraid?"
"No, but I will tell you that if I cross a line at any time don't be afraid to tell me," he replied, standing.
Nervously she stood and followed him towards his room. He opened the door and stood back for her. She gasped in shock.
The room was lit by dozens of flickering candles. It smelled sweet, the aroma calmed her the moment it reached her nostrils. Soft music played from a CD player. Instead of a bed there was a massage table in the middle of the room.
"You've been taking massage classes?" she turned to look at him.
"You mentioned that it really helped relieve your stress. I thought a quickie course might be in order."
She walked over and ran her hand over the table.
"Time to get naked, love," he smirked.
"What?" she asked, blushing furiously.
He handed her a blanket. "Cover anything you don't want me to see."
And if I want you to see it all? her brain asked sensually. She immediately dismissed the thought, but not without turning a brighter shade of red. Sirius stepped out of the room, and she slowly got undressed, folding each article of clothing carefully. I'm insane... I'm insane... she kept repeating to herself, but that didn't stop her from stripping. She wrapped the blanket around her ass, making a short skirt in the front, and laid on her stomach on the table.
"Ready, love?" Sirius knocked on the door.
"As I'll ever be," she took a deep breath.
He moved to her side and started rubbing her shoulders. She tensed at first, nervous at his touch, but very quickly she relaxed. He was as good as the woman she had gone to at the spa, and she quickly started losing herself in the atmosphere.
"How are you feeling, 'Mione?" he asked, a hint of apprehension in his voice.
"It feels wonderful," she breathed, then sighed loudly as he worked out a tense spot near her spine.
"This is all for you, love. Just tell me if you need anything."
"I need you to keep going," she whispered, feeling the fire start to smolder again. It embarrassed her, there was no hiding her excitement with the short blanket. But if he noticed he didn't say anything.
His hands worked over her back, and she lost track of time. A few times she flirted with unconsciousness, her body was so relaxed, but her brain screaming 'this is Sirius' brought her back. Her thoughts seemed to fly away as his hands worked lower and lower. Just when she was starting to tense at how low he was going he abandoned her back and started working on her legs, from the bottom up. She was able to relax a while longer before he started getting close to her nervousness zone again.
But again he seemed to sense when he was getting too close, and he stopped rubbing her legs and moved so his fingers were running across her scalp. She let out another loud sigh.
"I'm rather liking the noises you're making, love," he chuckled.
"The noises or the fact that you're the one eliciting them?" she replied.
"A little bit of both."
He leaned forward and kissed her shoulder. He didn't know it, but her skin felt warm where his lips had touched. He moved over an inch and kissed her again. Soon he was trailing kisses all over her back, wisps of his hair trailing, each touch warming her skin and stirring the fire. She was on the verge of begging for more when he straightened up.
"Anything else you want me to work on, love?" he asked.
Everything else! her brain screamed, but she shook her head. He smiled as he left the room. She took her time sitting up, hoping the fire would quench itself, but it refused to die. Her hand wandered between her leg, she started working herself, something quick to stop the flames before she walked out into the other room and faced him. She closed her eyes, and his face swam in front of her as her fingers ran over herself.
As much as she touched herself, she could not bring herself to climax. Whenever she got close she heard his voice in her head, or smelled his scent, or felt his touch. It was too much to bear. She needed him.
She stood and wrapped the blanket so it covered her. She moved to the door and opened it a crack.
"Sirius?" she called meekly, her face a bright scarlet.
"Yes, love?" he asked, not looking up from his book.
She took a deep breath. "Can you come in here?"
His book dropped and he looked up at her in shock. "Are you sure?" He had smelled her, he knew his motions were exciting her, but he didn't expect his.
She nodded. He stood and hurried into the room, wrapping his arms around her as she held the blanket to herself. His lips crashed into hers, his tongue demanding entry into her mouth, and she quickly agreed. He explored the inside of her mouth, hands running over her body. She moaned and leaned into him.
He lifted her up, and deposited her onto a bed, which was sitting where the massage table had been minutes before. He continued to kiss her, hand cupping her ass while she had a death grip on his shirt with one hand. A few moments later her moved his hand to her other hand, which was still clutching the blanket around her. Slowly she released her grip on the fabric, and he pushed it away from her body.
"Damn, 'Mione, you're beautiful," he growled, gazing over her body.
She blushed, and pulled him back in for another round of passionate kisses. His lips left hers, and started moving down her body slowly. She moaned and arched her back as he gently sucked on a nipple, his hand gently massaging her other breast.
"Sirius," she groaned, the fire becoming an inferno.
"Patience, love," he smirked up at her, but she didn't want patience. She reached between her legs with her hand, but he grasped it and shoved it over her head. He replaced her hand with his, and earned himself another loud moan. He worked her slowly, his mouth still exploring her body, as she grasped at the pillow under her head. She lost herself in the feeling of his rough hand working her spot that she groaned in displeasure as it left her, only to be followed by a louder moan of pleasure as his tongue replaced it.
"Oh, Sirius!" she cried, back arching, pressing herself into him, begging him to put out the inferno.
"Patience," he repeated, tongue tasting her, slowly moving over her, exploring every inch he wanted to and savoring her smell and taste. She bit her lip as she felt her knees going weak, and her eyes shut as she concentrated on the feeling of him between her legs.
As he started moving faster he pushed a finger inside her, and she gasped. He slowed, knowing that she was close to climaxing at the feeling, and wanting to extend the pleasure longer. As her breathing slowed he started working her again, but he slowed again as another finger joined the first.
"Please, Sirius!" she begged as the movement of his tongue and fingers brought her close to climax yet again.
"Please what, love?" he asked, slowing and causing her to stop writhing.
"I need you," she whispered. "I need you inside me."
He didn't respond, just returned to working her with his tongue and fingers. Her knuckles were white as she grasped the blanket, she felt herself tightening and, with a loud moan she felt her climax shoot through her body, tightening all the muscles then leaving a tingling sensation washing over her body.
He was next to her again, kissing her lips lightly as her breathing returned to normal.
"What about you?" she whispered.
"All in good time, love. Today was about you," he replied, leaning down to kiss her again.
"I rather like me days," she smiled.
