Summary: Years of relationship. A death and a change after the resurrection. ---
Under the red twilight guessed a feminine silhouette that attracted him greatly. Hungry as the fiercest of wolves, ran to her and grabbed her from behind stroking his belly with his fingertips. She moaned with pleasure when she noticed his hand on his skin and his first thought was what would you do if he were not at his side, if they continued as everyone thought ...
When he fell for it all fell apart. Though his friends did not know, she was closer to him than everyone thought. You could even say it was closer to him than all of them together. In that time he had thrown to mourn but had to pretend. Its a secret nocturnal meetings were never desvelaríay would keep in her heart for the rest of his days, until they met again.
He could not help but begin to devour it entirely unable to restrain himself. Her skin was delicate, her hair, soft as silk, her long slender legs looked like those of a nymph and her breasts ... Her breasts seemed to him the eighth wonder. The woman sighed, recalling the relief to find three years ago, maybe half dead, but at least not entirely dead. Because everything happened so fast ...
A bar. Several glasses. Raucous music, sensual, exciting. She felt alive. Either that or is the fire whiskey, mulled mead and rum with honey and fruit had the desired effect had been distracted from his pain. I do not want to admit but for three years he recalled that tragic night and get drunk in the bar that was dirtier. Would it be this night different from others? Could be yes, could be no. There were two possibilities, one answer.
That night the answer was yes.
wanted to scream when someone grabbed her against him, but could not. He wanted to turn round, could not. His blood alcohol level was quite high, something that was evident in his footsteps, and a strange attitude in it, the right girl who never drank, smoked or did drugs. That had saved from an error.
managed to turn and look at his pursuer. At the moment he saw her smiling face, put his hand to his mouth and cried.
cried when he took her home. Wept when up the stairs as if his princess. She cried when deposited on the bed and cried when he made love as if there never had been on their side.
She turned and sank his fingers into the hair black men while her lips are poníaa eagerly devour. A doggie smile looked out the man's face as he unbuttoned his black shirt to his mistress. The cool breeze caressed them both taking their words of love in the wind.
Caresses intensified and took more power than words. She gasped as he felt the bare chest of her lover. His lips wandered all over his body. He also gasped.
both hands began to wander another. The fever rose. The candor of their bodies was even greater than expected. She turned her eyes and groaned as he felt his fingers to penetrate inside.
He also was enjoying. His partner was giving a most sensual feast with his neck.
Caresses burned and froze them at once. Every touch of their bodies they found the experience more exciting life. And then he sank into it. A cry of delight filled the sky orange.
"I love you, Sirius."
"I love you, Hermione."
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