So here we have the third chapter :") I'm still awed by the reception this is getting, keep it coming y'all ahaha

I had this written for a while, but it was too short, so I added the part in the end (So if it feels rushed in anyway, that's because it probably is and I apologize)

After this, I only have about 2k words prewritten. I had hoped to get a good amount written up before posting, but yeah, it would have taken too long.

Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy this :")

Word count: 1917

(20/5/17)

She was sipping wine again, white this time, when the door opened and instead of the footsteps she was expecting, she heard the ruffle of padded feet on carpet. Surprised, she turned around to see a big black dog trotting towards her, until he reached her feet and sitting on his haunches, laid his huge head on her lap, pushing into her hand. She sighed and raked her fingers lightly through his silky fur, earning a soft whine from him. They sat like that for some time, staring at the roaring fireplace; Padfoot nudging her hand sometimes for her to scratch harder, and her complying.

When it felt like the fire had dimmed a little, and their eyes were starting to droop just a tiny bit, Padfoot stood up and in one elegant second, Sirius Black stood in his place. He was clad in a pair of casual jeans and a white button up, which hinted at his numerous tattoos. His hair was half pinned up with his wand, and he looked effortlessly elegant. He sat down on the couch beside Hermione, looking as if he was trying to find the appropriate words to express himself.

"I-Hermione, what we did, it's-I don't-I mean," He growled in frustration when he couldn't bring himself to make any sense, Hermione waiting patiently, knowing what he going to say and yet, giving him time, for a small idea was beginning to bloom in her mind, something if it worked, would help her a lot. "Look. I-I'm 20 years older than you. I'm pretty sure I'm as old as your dad and if that doesn't repulse you then I-I don't know-" He broke off, turning away from her.

Hermione sighed, having expected this. She moved forward slightly, placing her hand on his shoulder, "Look, Siri. I wouldn't have kissed you this morning if I genuinely didn't want to, or God forbid, I was repulsed by you. You might be 20 years older and old enough to be my dad, but look at me, do you see me caring?"

"You-You should, Mione. I-Today was-I wouldn't say it was a mistake, because something like that couldn't be a mistake, and I don't regret it either but it can't happen again. I'm a former convict who has no regard for others, who isn't quite all there, you-you are a young woman who needs to live her life." Grey eyes had turned to stare into her own honey brown now, a mixture of emotions swirling in them, the most prominent being guilt and insecurity. She had never thought she would see Sirius Black ever look insecure.

Her hand moved to cup his cheek, smiling when he instinctively leaned into her palm, "Siri. Answer me one thing. Yes or no, that's all I ask for." Hesitantly, Sirius nodded.

"If I asked you to, would you do that again?"

Slight panic and a tiny bit of lust filled his eyes, "Mio-Mione, you know I shoul-"

"Yes or no, Sirius," Hermione pressed a little more firmly.

Sirius hung his head, his black locks acting like a curtain, hiding his emotions and those expressive eyes, "I-Yes. Yes, I would."

Hermione breathed out in relief, however his next words caused the smile to slip right off her face, "But Mione, this is your time to party, to hook up with random strangers, date anyone and everyone. There are so many things you could be doing rather than kissing an old dog like me.

Honestly, why would you want to?" At that, a bitter laugh left her throat, her previous musings coming back to her in full force.

"Sirius, my love, do you see a line of desperate suitors on or front step? Because I don't. I go out, the first thing people ask me is either about how it feels to be a muggleborn in such a prestigious position or what it's like being The-Boy-Who-Lived's best friend, neither of which are conversations I want to have with anyone, ever," Her frustration was clear in her voice as she continued, clearly pouncing on the chance to unload all the issues she had been dealing with the past couple days.

"On top of that, I have the sexual experience of a barely there teenager. Even if I do find someone, which is highly unlikely, I'm going to spend most of the time worrying over what I'm doing, what he's doing, whether he likes, whether I like it. That's not how I want to have sex, Sirius!" She huffed in irritation, crossing her arms together.

Sirius wrapped his arms around her, previous hesitance forgotten in the face of her obvious discomfort, "Oh Mione, don't feel that way. Sex isn't supposed to be about logic or planning everything beforehand or playing a game of tit for tat. It's supposed to about following your instinct, your primal nature. You let your emotions and your heart guide you, not your brain. I know for someone who majorly relies on their brains, it's hard to shut it off for some time, but if you don't, it will only lead to you overthinking everything and there won't be any pleasure left for you or the other person." His voice was soft and gentle as he spoke quietly, trying to make his point to the brunette in his arms.

"I know all that, Sirius, I do! Objectively, I can recognize the fact that I need to detach myself from all this thinking and everything in order to enjoy an sort of sexual activity, but practically, I can't seem to apply it. I can't seem to convince my brain to actually shut off for some time. It..It scares me, Sirius." Hermione admitted in a whisper, almost breaking the raven haired man's heart.

He took her chin in his hand and placed a chaste kiss to her forehead, "Love, I can't give you a manual, or a tome about this. This is not something you can read out of a book three times and it somehow translates into your mannerisms. This, this is personal, Mione. You need to feel it and no one can teach you how to do that."

"But it's so hard for me to just let go, I-I can't. I-Whenever I try, I feel like I'm suffocating, like I'm trapped. It's my anchor; control. But, I guess if I had some help from someone who knows how to do all this, maybe…." She trailed off and turned her doe eyes to him from where she had been looking at her fingers just a minute ago. Sirius gulped at the intensity and determination in those beautiful eyes.

"Wh-What do you mean?"

One delicate hand trailed up his chest, tracing the various words in different languages etched across his chest, "I mean, are you willing to help me, Sirius? Do you think you can help a friend out?" Her voice had dipped to a low note, seductive and pleasing.

Sirius shivered slightly, "And how do you suppose I can do that?"

Hermione twisted out of his arms to turn around and placed one leg over his own, pulling herself up so that she was straddling his lip. Her arms wrapped themselves around his neck and she leaned in close.

"By teaching me everything I need to know."

Sirius cocked an eyebrow, his arms automatically going to her waist, "And why me?"

Hermione's breath washed over him as she spoke her next words, "Because I trust you. Because I know you'll never take advantage of me. Because we already have a connection. Because I know I can let go around you. Do you want me to go on?"

The dog animagus' eyes closed at her words, and she could see him visibly gulped, before his eyelids slowly fluttered open, "Mione. Are-are you completely sure? Because if we start this, whatever this is, then I need you to be. I don't want you to enter into this out of desperation or something along that line. If we do this, we do this the right way."

The hope that entered Hermione's amber eyes brought a smile to Sirius' lips and he barely had enough time to prepare himself before they were attacked by a brunette blur.

"Thank...you….Siri," Her words were punctuated by short, sweet kisses that brought forth a warm, fuzzy feeling in his belly. "I..promise..you...won't...regret this."

"I know you won't sweetheart, I know you won't."

Hermione knotted her fingers in his hair, and deepened the kiss, effectively stopping him from speaking any longer. Not that he was complaining. She trailed her tongue over his bottom lip, and he opened up for her. She immediately slid her tongue in and proceeded to check out every corner of his mouth. He similarly lavished each inch of her mouth with attention. He took her bottom lip between his teeth and nipped playfully, causing her to giggle. He then swiped his tongue over the same spot and repeated the process all over again.

Her hands traveled down his neck to his chest, where she slowly started unbuttoning the shirt he wore. One by one, she popped each button out, all the while managing to tease him with her tongue. Suddenly, Sirius' mouth left hers and he attacked her neck with a ferocity that left her gasping and distracted her from her task of ridding him of his shirt. He nibbled his way through her jaw and her neck, where he sucked not so gently on the hollow at the base of neck. She moaned loudly at the sensation, which only multiplied when he blew gently on the area. As he moved upward, nibbling and licking, she finally managed to get his shirt off him, revealing his beautifully sculpted body.

His upper chest was covered in tattoos. She knew most of them were just a cover up for the multitude of scars underneath. Scars he had started accumulating since his time at Hogwarts, when he was running around with a fully grown werewolf. Just because he couldn't get affected didn't mean he didn't have scars. Others were from his time in the first Wizarding War. A particularly hard nip on neck shook her from her thoughts and she continued to run her hands over his exposed chest. She could feel each and every gnarled scar under her fingertips and vowed to kiss each of them, repeatedly, when she had the chance. She circled her index fingers around the pebbled tip of his nipple, drawing a quick breath from him. She smirked at the reaction, and did it again and again.

Seems like the man currently feasting on her neck had incredibly sensitive nipples. She would take some advantage of that in the future.

Sometime later, too soon in her opinion, Sirius lifted his head and she could feel the absence of his hot mouth when the cool air hit the place he had just been sucking.

"We should probably go sleep. It's quite late," He spoke reluctantly. Hermione pouted but nodded.

She carefully got up from his lap, noticing belatedly the evidence of his excitement as she did. She bit her lip at the reminder of just what she had signed up and her eyes twinkled in joy and anticipation, "Good night, Sirius."

"Night, Mione," He replied, his voice husky and low. She placed a quick kiss to his swollen lips, and walked away to her bedroom, where she soon fell into a very deep sleep with lots of exciting dreams.

Forgot to mention this in the first two chapters, and it's especially important if you're new to me but I accept all type of reviews, even (especially) the ones that have constructive criticism in them. I don't mind people poking me about grammar, punctuation, spelling and flow of the story because that is the only way I can improve.