the_debt_of_time

She was pulled suddenly from the ground, into his arms as he sat back on his calves.
Her legs wrapped around his waist, chest pressed against chest with leaves scattered in their
hair. She imagined that they looked like woodland nymphs. Or maybe just her. She was the
wood nymph Echo, and the beautiful man driving into her with abandon was her
Narcissus. Only instead of sorrow and heartache, they had changed the story and cursed
the gods, and suddenly she understood. This was what they had always meant to
be. Knowing. Willing. Loving. Requirements for the Soul Bond were so specific, and they had
never both been completely on the same page until now. When she was still Hermione,
only Sirius was fulfilled on his end. When she came back to the past, it was only her that
was aware and accepting of the bond. Finally, given a choice, they chose one another, and
Soul Bond was merely a label that defined this feeling, this moment.
Sirius shouted his climax against the hollow of her throat, and Mia clung to him
with all her might as she undulated around his still-thrusting hardness, never wanting him
to part from her body.
In the aftermath, she could hear nothing but the sound of his breath, the beat of
his heart, and the rushing of the river in the distance.
"I love you, witch," Sirius said in between catching his breath.
Mia smirked and kissed his temple. "I love you, mutt."
"So, this is what I've got to look forward to?"
Post-coital bliss interrupted, Mia looked over Sirius's shoulder and laughed into the
crook of his neck at the sight of Remus staring at them with a raised brow, freshly bathed
from the river and looking amused at the position in which he had caught them.
"The two of you unashamedly going at it in broad daylight?"
"To be fair, Moony," Sirius replied as he pulled away from Mia, but just enough to
still cover her nakedness—not that it was needed. "It's nothing you haven't already seen."
"Are the two of you all right, then?" Remus asked, averting his gaze as best as he
could while the other two did the same, considering they had Apparated into the orchard
with no clothing save for Mia's now-torn robes.
"We're great, Remus, thank you," Mia said honestly and leant in to kiss Sirius as
though sealing her words with a promise.
"No, thank you, love," Remus said, his eyes meeting hers, filled with nothing but
gratitude. His gaze lingered over the wound on her shoulder and there was only a brief