wl_mods (wl_mods) wrote in wizard_love, @ 2010-02-09 00:24:00 |
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Entry tags: | *fic, 2010, hermione, sirius |
Special delivery for ceredwen
Title: 100 99 Things to Do Before We Die
Author:
Recipient's LJ name: ceredwen
Pairing(s): Sirius/Hermione
Rating: R
Summary: Sirius' first time on an airplane turns out to be a memorable one.
Word Count: 1320
Warnings/Content: Uh, allusions to smut in an unusual place?
Disclaimer: I own nothing that belongs to JKR, and if I did, I'd retire.
Author's notes: I cannot tell you how thrilled I am to write for you! I hope you like it!
Sirius Black tapped his fingers distractedly on his denim-covered leg, looking around interestedly at the other people boarding the plane. He'd never travelled on an airplane before, but Hermione had convinced him to try it this time. International portkeys were so expensive these days, and one couldn't simply Floo to Australia. The dizziness alone would knock you over, and of course there was that one gent who had accidentally ended up in Tibet instead of Sydney. Thus, Hermione had hatched this little Muggle adventure.
Speaking of his wife, she sat primly next to him, hair tucked up into a bun from which a few wisps escaped haphazardly. She chewed on the end of her pencil, eyes screwed up in concentration behind her maroon frames as she marked some notes in the margin of the latest book she was reading.
“Sirius, dear,” she said, her eyes never stopping their constant flicker across the page, “could you please stop tapping? It's distracting.”
“But, Hermione,” Sirius whispered, “isn't this plane thing supposed to take off? You know, fly through the air?” He hummed tunelessly to himself, looking around in fascination at all the Muggles around him. They all had such interesting attire, and the gadgets they carried with them were so intriguing. If he didn't watch out, he'd become as bad as Arthur, but he had to admit (if only to himself) that he would love to figure out a magical equivalent to that music thing with the earphones that everyone seemed to carry around with them.
“Not before everyone's been seated, of course,” Hermione answered, checking off something else in her book, then returning her pencil to rest on the edge of her lower lip.
“And then?” Sirius asked playfully, like a child demanding a favourite story from his mum. He batted his eyes at her until she looked over at him.
Hermione sighed, carefully placing her pencil in the book as a page-marker, and turned her steely but loving gaze upon her husband. “Sirius, I've told you how airplanes work before,” she said with an exasperated smile on her face.
“Well, yes, love, you have, but that was about fuel and wings and engines. This, this is reality! What happens after the people sit down?” he said, bouncing around in his seat.
Hermione half-rolled her eyes. She should have bought him an iPod in the terminal. “Once the people sit down, then the flight attendants come out and demonstrate proper security measures,” she answered.
“Oh, that should be interesting,” Sirius said. “I wonder what would the Muggles do if the plane just stopped working in mid-air. Could we use magic then? I'm sure that would count as mitigating circumstances, don't you agree?”
“They'll tell you everything you need to know in just a while, darling,” Hermione said. “And then the pilot will tell us we're taking off, and then the plane will fly us to Australia, where we will have a nice, lovely, warm week-long visit with my parents. May I go back to my book now?”
“Sure, of course, as long as I can join you. What are we reading today?” he asked, resting his chin on her shoulder and peering down at the cover of the book resting on the lap tray. Without waiting for a response, he read, “ 'One Hundred Things to Do Before You Die.' Interesting. Feeling morbid today, are we?”
“No, not at all,” Hermione chuckled. “I just thought it was fun to think about different things I'd always wanted to do or see.”
“But if you've always wanted to do or see them,” Sirius reasoned, “then why do you need the book?”
Hermione blushed. “I – I guess I didn't have as large of a list as I thought I would, on my own. So -”
“So you started researching?” Sirius laughed fondly. Only his Hermione would have trouble thinking of fun things to do and need a book to help her out.
She nodded sheepishly. “I think that this being your first time on an airplane sort of made me think. What other experiences haven't we had? What would we regret not having accomplished?”
He wrapped an arm around her shoulder and pulled her in closer to him. “Hermione, love, you know we've got all the time in the world,” he murmured into her ear.
She sighed and snuggled closer to him. “Well, we hope we do, but you never know what the future will hold. And besides, isn't it nice to have some fun things to look forward to?”
“Do they all have to happen in the future?” Sirius asked innocently, kissing the top of her head.
“What do you mean?” Hermione replied.
“I mean perhaps we could start scratching things off the list a bit sooner than maybe you had intended,” he said, running his hand along her arm.
“I haven't even shown you the list yet! Sirius, what are you on about?” Hermione turned around so that she could look up at her husband.
“Oh, let's just say that I'll leave the list-making to you, but I could think of something … fun … for us to share together, right here on this plane. Hmm?” Sirius whispered, reaching up to stroke his thumb across Hermione's lower lip.
Her eyes fluttered closed, but she said, “Sirius, the plane is about to take off. They'll notice if we're not in our seats.” In fact, the attendants had already given the safety instructions and the plane was slowly rolling toward the runway.
“They've already been by to tuck us in, love. They'll never notice,” Sirius said softly, caressing her cheek. Leaning over, he pecked her lightly on the lips, then kissed her again, a bit more deeply, hands threading through the loose strands of hair floating on the back of her neck.
“Oh, Sirius, I don't know ...” she moaned, leaning into his kiss.
“Come on, Hermione. What if the plane goes down in mid-air? Wouldn't we regret not having this experience?” he teased, parroting her earlier words back at her.
The Gryffindor in her sensed a challenge, and she surprised him by pulling him back toward her for a deep kiss. With a few murmured words, he Disillusioned them, and in one swift motion he tugged her up and across the aisle to the bathroom.
“Sirius, what on earth – we could have been seen disappearing, you great -” Hermione half-hissed, half-chuckled.
“Hush, woman. We're in the very back of the plane, and no one was looking back at us, not when they're starting that movie thing. No one saw a thing,” he growled, picking her up and plopping her unceremoniously on the very small sink, stifling a laugh when she rapped her head on the mirror.
“Shhh,” she whispered. “They can't see us, but they can hear us, you know.”
He laughed, deep and throaty, nuzzling her neck. “Then we'll just have to be very, very quiet, won't we, love?” And without further ado, he proceeded to ravish his wife, very quietly and very, very thoroughly.
Fifteen minutes later, the two slipped sweatily back into their seats at the rear of the plane, and with a few more whispered words, they reappeared just in time for the beverage service.
Leaning over to his wife, Sirius said, “I really think that we ought to retitle your list. Or, better yet, allow me to make my own list.”
“Oh?” Hermione inquired. “What would that be, then?”
“One Hundred Places to Shag Your Wife Before You Die,” he said cheekily.
“Better make that ninety-nine, then,” she said, and the two of them spent a most enjoyable flight creating just such a list.
FIN