A/N: Thank you guys so much for your reviews, favorites and follows! Thank you so much for going on this crazy adventure of bikers and bossy barmaids with me! I have so enjoyed writing this pairing and you know it won't be the last time I write it. This epilogue is kind of self-indulgent, just a little look into their lives, but it definitely won't be the last I have at least one drabble planned for 500th reviewer meldz! That will be going into Bits and Pieces, probably later next week.
Huge huge shout out to Hollowg1rl for helping me out so much along with way, alpha and beta reading and giving me awesome advice and encouragement!
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"What can I get for you?" Hermione asked, pressing her hands into the bar and leaning forward to her most persistent customer of the evening. She resisted the urge to roll her eyes when what could only be described as a dumb college bro looked her up and down slowly.
She'd been working at this campus bar at Arizona State for two years now, and it was so much different from working at Howl, but one constant remained. She always got bigger tips if she flirted a little bit with her customers. The dress code was certainly different here - black v-necks and jeans - but it didn't change that guys always seemed to be enthralled by her ass. She always made sure to bend over slowly when she had to get something out of one of the coolers. It was a shame, though, that these boys weren't nearly as fun to flirt with as Theo was.
"Yeah, give me a tequila shot and bud light." He asked. Hermione obliged, getting him the beer first, before she was distracted by a dumb girl who just shouted her drink order at her. Although Hermione found it a little bit rude, she quickly poured the girl her vodka soda - with lime not lemon! - before passing it down.
While she was there, she took the opportunity to check in with her lonely customer. He was clearly not like the rest of the clientele, who were normally dumb college students. This customer wasn't interacting with anyone, and fairly brooding, meaning that none of the other bartenders wanted to touch him with a ten foot pole. "How are you doing, honey? Anything else I can get you? I am about to close out my shift."
The other man just tipped his whiskey glass at her, before shooing her away.
Getting back to her original customer, she pulled out a shot glass before pouring him his tequila, grabbing him a lime and the salt shaker. "Maybe I could lick this off of you?" He asked, lifting up the little shaker that she'd given him, and giving her a suggestive wink that she was sure made some silly sorority girl swoon.
Hermione couldn't stop her snort. "I don't think that's a good idea." She said with a smirk.
"Why not? I'll give you a good tip if you let me." He pressed a little bit harder. Sure, Hermione liked getting tips, but she wasn't that hard up. She certainly wasn't going to let a stranger lick her, just because he promised to tip her.
She leaned against the bar waiting for him to lean in to her. "Because I have a boyfriend who gets really, really jealous. And he's not afraid to do something when he thinks someone is trying to get with his girl." She said with a smirk. "He's really big and scary, and trust me, you wouldn't hold a chance against him."
"Well, he's not here now, is he?" The boy asked, looking left and right dramatically.
"Actually he is." A voice growled, next to his ear, totally taking the college boy by surprise. Fenrir had wrapped his arm around the other guy, so that he couldn't try to slip away. "I think that you were trying to scam on my girl. You were trying to get with her, weren't you?"
"No sir." The boy said, obviously frightened to be confronted by the burly biker. Honestly, Fenrir was probably the scariest individual this boy had ever encountered, with his impressive height and his impressive physique. A lot of guys on campus tried to show off their measly muscles, but none of them held a candle to Fenrir.
"Are you telling me you don't like my girl? You don't like the way that she looks?" Fenrir prodded, knowing that is was making him very uncomfortable. "Are you saying that she isn't the best looking girl in this place?"
Hermione blushed at that, thinking that many of the other girls at the bar were really much prettier than she was, but not wanting to correct him or anything. Really, she was just still so glad that her relationship with Fenrir was still going strong despite the shift to a distance relationship, with her living in Tempe for school. Of course they were practically inseparable over summer breaks, but it was hard not being able to see each other all the time when she had classes.
"She is very pretty sir." The boy said, his eyes begging her for some kind of help that Hermione wasn't inclined to give because he hadn't heeded her warning.
"Well, why don't you pay the lady. Give her a nice tip because she is about to leave and she's had to put up with your bullshit all night. Believe me, I've been listening from my spot at the bar." Fenrir said, waiting until the boy pulled out his wallet and gave her a very generous tip. Hermione took the offered bills happily, before turning around to take out her tips for the night.
Once she was clocked out, she waved goodbye to her coworkers before turning and smiling at Fenrir. The college boy had run away as soon as Fenrir had let him go. Pulling on her own leather jacket, Hermione wrapped her arm around Fenrir's waist. "You shouldn't let them get to you." She admonished him. "You know that you have nothing to worry about."
"I know that you'd never do anything with one of these losers." Fenrir said with a snort. "But you have no idea how painful it is to watch you flirt with them all night, knowing that I can't do anything about it." He pulled her in for a possessive kiss, just in case she'd forgotten how well they fit together.
"I only do it because it gets you so riled up." Hermione said with a grin. "And I love to get you riled up." She bit her lower lip, knowing that he found it particularly irresistible. She didn't get to see Fenrir that often, so she always tried to take advantage of what time that they did have together. "And, you know that it gets me better tips."
Fenrir scoffed, perhaps knowing that it was true and he wouldn't be able to deny it. "I just wish that you didn't have to keep working here. You know that Sirius has enough money that you wouldn't have to work another day in your life, and even if he didn't I would help out."
Hermione stopped him in front of the little taqueria, deciding that she'd much rather get a takeaway at eat at home with Fenrir rather than going through the production of getting dinner somewhere, when all she wanted to do was be snuggled up to him. "Fenrir, you know that I like paying my own way." She scolded him. "And, having a tip income is a good way to cover up some of our profits."
Once Sirius was out of jail, Hermione had sat him down and had a long conversation with him about just what his relation to the Iron Wolves was, and if he was an associated member like Remus was. She reminded him that she had looked at his books, and while the forensic accountant wasn't able to prove anything, it was clear to her that he was helping them launder money through his real estate deals. It took a bit of cajoling, but eventually, Sirius did come clean to her and let her know that he used real estate purchases all over the Southwest to help launder the Iron Wolves money, although he had never been a member. He'd gotten involved through Remus, when they were still just in their twenties.
After that, Hermione insisted that she be able to help. She was a part of the family and like it or not, she was now a known associate of Fenrir's, so it wasn't as if she wasn't already on the police's radar. They had her mugshot.
He was even less enthused to have that conversation, but eventually he gave in. Sirius bought her a fabulous condo in Tempe, which really, no college student had any business living in, and it would just be another way that they passed money though to more legitimate means. Hermione also started claiming some of the drug money in with her tips from working at the bar. It was a bit of an odd situation, but she liked to feel like she was helping out.
And it meant that Fenrir had to come up to visit her at least once a week to drop off a small amount of money for her to incorporate. It was a fact that neither one of them could complain about.
"That's true." Fenrir said sullenly, before placing their order at the window. "I just hate thinking about all the times that I am not there." He growled. "All those guys thinking that they have a chance with you."
Hermione rolled her eyes, taking the bag of tacos before leading Fenrir off towards his bike so that they could go home. "You know that I can handle these guys right? I hit Rabastan over the head with a bottle." She reminded him. It was true that some of the college guys could be a little bit pushy, but none of them compared to the level of aggressiveness that Rabastan had shown towards her. After him, none of them even scared her.
Settling on the back of the bike, Hermione sighed, holding on to Fenrir's waist. She couldn't wait for the day that she was done with school and could move back home and they could spend more time together. She was grateful to see him once a week, but her mind was filled with images of them living together, romping in bed on lazy mornings, making breakfast together, throwing the ball in the backyard for her coyote, whom Fenrir had named Lucky (because he was lucky he was still around). She couldn't hide her smirk from that thought. As if Fenrir would ever play with Lucky.
She and Fenrir didn't talk much about the future, each of them content with what they had for now, though Hermione was always a little bit worried that he would get sick of the distance and suddenly think that she wasn't worth it.
They walked up to her condo in silence, holding hands. Once they were in the kitchen, Fenrir went about getting drinks, while Hermione got the plates. Before she could reach them, though, he was grabbing her by the waist and spinning her around, setting her up on the countertop and stepping between her welcoming legs. This seemed to be a favorite position of his, though he had showed her that he was just as good at having sex in a bed. Fenrir had always been a very generous lover, all consuming and dominating and driven to pull his name from her lips.
He kissed her passionately, hands cupping her face to hold her just the way that he wanted her, while he pressed his hardness against her center. She moaned into him, thinking that it had really been far too long since they did this. Breaking away from her, he looked into her eyes, his pupils blown wide with lust. "Fuck, I wish I could do this to you in front of all those fuckers to show them who you really belong to."
Hermione bit her lower lip, and rocked her hips into his, his words sending a thrill up her spine. "I'm yours, all yours." She leaned into him until their foreheads were touching. "And you're mine. Dinner can wait. Take me to bed." She bossed him, squealing when he lifted her up and carried her into her bedroom.
She knew that she and Fenrir made a bit of an unusual pair, but she didn't care what anyone else thought. She just wanted him, and she was excited to see what the future had in store for them.