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Redemption Recalled	By : MoonlightVision Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > Het - Male/Female Views: 9161 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of JK's world and characters, I do not make any money from this. I merely borrow for fun. The only thing I own is my feisty Lexi and the story arch.

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Chapter Nine: Naughty or Nice
The day passed slowly for Lexington. Scabior hadn't returned yet and from the light outside the tent she guessed it was at least late afternoon. She had spent most of the time reading, but the book was so boring she'd also spent a lot of time staring around the tent or lost in thought. At one point she had tried to remove the rope from her wrist again, but it still would not come off.
Finally in an effort to relieve her boredom she decided to have a bath. He'd said the rope would stretch to allow her to do that, she might as well test that out. Standing up she took a few steps until the rope was taught. At first nothing happened, but then slowly she could feel the rope becoming a little bit slack. Lexington took another step towards the bathroom door. The rope stretched a bit further. Good, at least she could have this one small measure of freedom. She made it to the bathroom door and paused with her hand on the door knob. The bookshelf was directly to her left. One step in that direction would allow her to pick whatever book she wanted. She had just started to take that one step when she felt the rope tighten around her wrist and the length between herself and the bed began to shrink, pulling her with it.
She closed her eyes, sighing. Okay, just a bath then, she thought. The rope immediately went lax again and allowed her to enter the bathroom. Upon trying to close the door she found that the rope prevented the door from shutting tightly. She'd have to leave it open a crack. She groaned. Dear lord, please don't let Scabior come back while I'm in here. It was almost enough to make her forgo the bath, but she was desperate for something to do and a nice hot soak would feel wonderful. Her muscles were still sore from her attempt to bypass the wards earlier.
Lexington started to fill the tub, grabbed a towel and washcloth and put them where she could reach them easily. She then ran to the door and made one last check to make sure Scabior hadn't returned, before starting to undress. Her pants, underwear and socks posed no problems, however, when she started to take off her jacket she paused. How was she supposed to get it over the rope? Realizing she may just have to leave her jacket and shirts hanging on the rope as she bathed she began removing them. She was shocked when her jacket came off as if there was nothing tied around her wrist. She pulled her jumper off a bit slower, focusing on her wrist. The sleeve seemed to pass right through the rope and came completely off, dropping to the pile of clothes on the floor. That must be one of the charms he placed on the rope. Grateful that undressing wasn't as complicated as she'd anticipated, she pulled off the navy blue shirt and her bra and quickly climbed into the water. She just hoped getting dressed again would be as simple.
She didn't know who long she'd been in the tub, her bath water had started to get cool though, so she knew it'd been a while. Just as she'd made up her mind to get out she heard boots stomping in the main room. Hastily she grabbed her towel and in one fluid motion stood, wrapping the towel around herself as she stepped out of the tub. She was just bending to pick up her clothes when a knock at the door sent it flying open.
Scabior let out a startled breath as he took in the sight the open door revealed. He hadn't meant to intrude, he was just going to knock to see how long she'd be. It'd started snowing and he wanted to have a hot bath to warm up. She had been reaching for her clothes, but when the door flew open she straightened up, jumping slightly. He watched as her hands went to the hem of the towel at her chest and clutched it closer. Her chest was rising and falling quickily and Scabior had to swallow a groan as his eyes roamed over her shoulders and neck, taking in the creamy skin that was exposed. She must have just gotten out of the tub because he could see water droplets sliding down her arms and neck. He followed one with his eyes as it glided down her collarbone and onto her heaving chest before it got soaked up by the towel. He let his gaze travel down the towel to her legs, long and smooth and also dripping wet. Merlin, how he would love to lap up those water drops with his tongue. He made himself look back up to her face, which had turned a bright pink colour. He could see the shock had worn off and she was glaring at him with a mixture of mortification and anger. He smirked, he may as well use this opportunity and have a bit of fun with her.
“You look good in a towel, luv, you should wear one more often.”
His words brought her out of her daze. She bent to grab her clothes again, speaking tightly as she did, “Ever heard of privacy?”
He chuckled and quickly walked towards her, making her abandon her clothes with a gasp and retreat until her legs hit the edge of the tub. “Yeah, I've heard of it, but you're the one who left the door open,” he said as he stopped a few inches in front of her.
Lexington clutched the towel to her chest with one hand and smoothed the other over the lower hem, making sure it was still in place. “I had to leave it open,” she retorted. “You're stupid rope made it so I couldn't close it all the way.
She was looking at the floor just to the right of him, not wanting to look at him. She knew he was close, but looking at him always made him feel closer, and she didn't want him to feel closer.
“Hmm, so it's my fault after all?” he enquired softly.
“Yes,” she breathed, unnerved at the tone of his voice.
“Somehow, I'm not that sorry,” he said, as he reached out a hand to let his fingers follow a water droplet down her arm. “It would've been a shame to miss such a beautiful sight.”
Lexington shivered as his fingers trailed lightly across her skin. His hands were rough and his fingers had callouses on them, but he could be so gentle with them it amazed her. Goosebumps spread over her entire body as his fingers reached her hand. She finally looked at him as he brought her fingers up to his face, watching a drop of water travel across the knuckles of her index finger until it reached the end. He flicked his eyes to hers and she caught her breath as he put her finger between his lips, sucking the drop into his mouth before it could fall from her skin. She felt his teeth graze the pad of her finger and she had to bite her lip to stop herself from moaning. His eyes remained on hers the whole time and she couldn't look away. He proceeded to lick water off the rest of her fingers. Lexington closed her eyes, swallowing. She shouldn't be enjoying this.
Finding her voice, she shakily tried to make him stop, “Scabior, s-stop-”
He brought his other hand to her mouth, pressing a finger to her lips, “Shhhh.” He took a step closer, bringing his body flush to her own as he lowered his lips to her ear. “I'm not gonna do anythin' you won't enjoy, I promise. Just let me 'ave a few moments to drink you in.”
His words sent another tremor down her back. Her eyes fluttered closed again as his lips found a sensitive spot right beneath her ear. He placed one of his hands at the base of her neck, twined his fingers into her hair and gently pulled her head back. She couldn't stop the small moan that escaped her as his tongue danced across her neck, lapping up water as he pressed hot open mouthed kisses to her flesh.
He continued to trail kisses along her jaw until he got to the corner of her mouth. He pulled away and studied her for a moment. Her eyes were closed and she was lightly biting her bottom lip, but that didn't remove the pout that resided at the corner of her lips. It was too much, he leaned down and pressed a kiss to her lips, nibbling on her bottom lip as it trembled slightly.
It was taking all her concentration to stay still, to not return his kiss. He was being so gentle and it was wrecking havoc on her senses. She was so lost in trying to remain still that she didn't notice his hand on her hip right away. It wasn't until it slid down past the towel and started stroking the bare skin on her outer thigh that she became aware of it. His thumb pushed the hem of her towel higher as he slowly moved his palm upwards. She tried to shift her body away but he just slid his hand up her hip to her lower back and pushed her against him. That movement lifted the towel up over her butt and she gasped as the cool air hit her intimate areas. His lips were still pressed to hers and his hand was inching down her back, edging closer to her butt cheeks. She had to get him to stop. She could feel his cock starting to push into her stomach and clad in only a towel she knew it wouldn't take much for him to force himself on her. He'd said he wouldn't though. Maybe she just needed to remind him of that.
She used the hand that wasn't grasping her towel to reach around behind her, trying to pull his hand away from her skin. She pulled her head backwards at the same time, breaking his kiss. He opened his eyes and stared at her, lust filled his chocolate eyes and his breathing was heavy.
“Scabior,” she said quietly, “please stop. You said you wouldn't.”
He closed his eyes and exhaled slowly through his mouth. Opening his eyes again he looked more in control. He let go of her hair and removed his hand from her back, letting the towel fall to cover her again. “Go then,” he said, his voice rough and breathless, “Take your clothes, get dressed out there. I need to wash.”
Hastily she stepped around him, swept up her clothes and made for the door. As she turned to close it behind her she took one last look at him. He hadn't moved. He stood where she'd left him, his back to the door with his head bowed and his hands fisted at his sides. She closed the door as quietly as she could and retreated towards the bed, the rope shrinking as she went.
Scabior heard the click of the door latching and knew she was gone. He brought a hand up to his face, dragging it from his eyes down to his throat as if trying to pull away the tension that filled his body. His cock was hard and throbbing. Her bare flesh had proved too much of a temptation and if she hadn't spoken up when she did he knew he would have let things go too far. He'd wanted a bath to get warm, well, now he was definitely warm. Now he needed to bath for an entirely different reason. He glanced at the tub, pulled his wand from his pocket and transfigured it into a shower. He didn't feel much like soaking right now. A shower would, hopefully, help wash away the tension in his muscles.
He quickly disrobed and stepped into the stream of water. He stood for a few minutes, enjoying the feel of the warm water running down his body.
He couldn't get Lexington out of his mind though and his cock was still fully erect. He reached down and took hold of himself, rubbing along his swollen member and placing his other hand on the wall. As the water travelled across his hunched shoulders he saw visions of her behind his closed eyes. His hand moved faster, remembering how she'd looked in just a towel. She'd smelled like him again too, but her skin had tasted unique, it tasted wholly of her. And the sounds she'd made, the small gasps and quiet moans. Just that thought was enough to make him cum, his fist squeezing every last drop from his cock as he grunted.
He placed his forehead on the cool tiles and watched his seed spiral down the drain. He couldn't begin to imagine how amazing it would feel to bury his cock deep inside her, if a few thoughts like that could send him over the edge. He groaned. He was going to have to be careful. He'd decided he wanted her, but he wanted her to want it too. She was definitely warming up to him, and at least she didn't seem to hate him, but she was still a long ways from giving herself to him. He sighed as he reached for the soap. He could be patient. She was going to be worth it, he could tell already.
Scabior finished up in the bathroom and walked into the main room. The lamp on his desk glowed softly. He glanced at the bed and noted that Lexington was curled into a ball under the covers, facing the tent wall. She was breathing evenly and appeared to be asleep. He walked over to peer down at her. He laughed softly when he saw her fingers curled loosely around the book he'd given her earlier. He gently pried it out of her grasp, pausing as she mumbled something in her sleep. Finally getting it loose he straightened up. It was then that he realized the young kneazle was no where to be seen. He peered at the bed, Gawaine definitely wasn't there, unless he was cocooned deep under the covers. Hopefully that meant the creature was getting the hint that Scabior didn't want him in the tent.
He turned and went to put the book back on the shelf. He smiled to himself, this way she'd have to ask him for a book again, which he knew would annoy her. Tiredly he pulled out his wand and turned the nearest chair into a cot. Dropping onto it he cast one more glance in Lexington's direction before he rolled over and almost instantly fell asleep.
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The next two days passed rather uneventfully. Lexington remained tied up. Scabior went snatching each morning, leaving her with a book and some food. He returned in the evening to find her either already sleeping or sitting on the bed reading. If she was awake he brought her more food.
Lexington spent more and more of her time lying in bed staring at the ceiling. She was so bored. It was on the third day that she realized she hadn't seen Gawaine since they'd first moved to this new camp. She spent the better part of the morning calling softly to him, hoping he'd just been keeping his distance so Scabior wouldn't get angry at him. When afternoon arrived and he still hadn't turned up Lexington began to worry. Had something happened to him? Had he been hurt? Had Scabior finally found a way to get rid of him?
By the time the men returned home that night she had worked herself up into quite a state. Scabior had just gotten through the door when he suddenly had to duck the book that flew past his head. Looking towards Lexington he saw her standing as far as the rope would allow her, glaring daggers at him.
“What have you done with him?” she yelled.
Slightly taken aback at her sudden outburst, he walked slowly towards her, his eyes searching for any other missiles she might be planning on throwing at him. “Done with who?” he growled.
“Gawaine!” she shouted, tugging at her restraints. “I haven't seen him for days! What did you do?”
He came to a stop just in front of her, “An' what makes you think I did somethin' to him?”
“Because you hate him!” she said, tears threatening to fall.
Scabior closed the distance between them and took hold of her shoulders. Seeing she was close to tears he tried to speak calmly “I don' hate him. I just don' want him around-”
Lexington balled her fists and thumped them into his chest, “I don't believe you! You've done something to make him leave!” She started sobbing, “You've hurt him, haven't you?”
“Lex, I 'aven't- Lexington, look at me.” When she met his eyes he continued, “I 'aven't done anythin' to him.”
She hiccoughed but stayed silent, though she was still glaring at him from watery eyes.
“I had no idea he hadn't been around for that long. I just thought he was gettin' good at avoiding me.”
Some of the anger left her eyes. “You really haven't seen him?” she asked, worry filing her words.
“No,” he replied as he watched her chin wobble. “Do you want me to go ask Blaine if he's seen him?” he sighed, not wanting her to dissolve into tears, like it appeared she was going to.
“Yes, please,” she said in a small voice.
“Okay then. I'll go get some food for you and talk to Blaine. I'll be back in a few minutes, luv.”
Lexington sat down on the bed as he left, hugging one of the pillows to her chest. She hoped Blaine knew where Gawaine was. He was such a tiny thing and there were so many things in the woods that could hurt him. Please, let nothing have happened to him, she thought desperately as she waited for Scabior to return.
Outside, Scabior walked over to Blaine's tent. It had snowed again and most of the men preferred to stay in the warmth of their tents rather than sit out in the damp and cold.
He cleared his throat at the door, “Blaine? You in there?”
“Yeah, Boss. Come on in,” came the reply from inside.
Ducking into the tent Scabior saw Blaine sitting at his table with Thom, playing a game of cards. At least it was Thom, any of the other men wouldn't have understood why he was asking about that damned creature.
“Did you need somethin' Boss?” Blaine enquired when Scabior didn't immediately explain why he was there.
“Yeah,” Scabior paused. Taking in the arched brows on both Blaine and Thom he realized he should just cut to the chase, “I'm just wonderin' if you've seen that damn fluff ball around recently?”
If it was possible both sets of eyebrows shot higher in surprise. Scabior almost rolled his eyes.
“Gawaine? Why you wanna know abou' him?” Blaine finally asked in disbelief.
Scabior sighed before he explained, “Lexington is 'avin' a melt down because he hasn't shown his face for a few days.”
“Oh,” Blaine said looking thoughful.
“Well? 'Ave you seen him?”
“Sorry, Boss, can't say that I 'ave. I brought him with me the day we moved camp. I just thought 'e'd been with 'er an' tha's why 'e ain't been around.”
Scabior swore, “Damn. Fine. I can't believe I'm sayin' this but if you see him can you let me know?”
“Sure thing, Boss.”
“Thanks,” Scabior turned to leave, then remembered he'd been looking for food too. “Is there food somewhere?”
Thom chuckled, “Yeah, there's some roast in a pot by the fire. Vegetables too.”
“Got it, thanks.”
Scabior left and grabbed two plates of food on the way back to his tent. He paused outside the door. He wasn't looking forward to telling her that Gawaine hadn't been seen. He didn't know why he suddenly cared if she was upset. He tried to tell himself it was because he didn't want to deal with her crying. But a small part of him realized he didn't like seeing her upset, which was not okay. He had to get his head together, she was a valuable asset in this war. One he would be turning over once he had his way with her. Steeling himself he entered the tent.
Lexington looked up from where she was huddled on the bed. Scabior's face was expressionless. She silently watched as he approached.
“Here,” he thrust a plate of food at her.
Taking it, her eyes looked at him imploringly, begging for news of Gawaine.
Scabior just stared at her. “Are you gonna eat?”
“Has Blaine seen Gawaine?” she asked, confused at this change in his attitude. He'd seemed so kind before he'd left the tent.
“No,” he said simply, walking to the table and sitting down to eat his own food.
When he was done he sat back in his chair, turning his head to look at her. She hadn't touched her food. She sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the plate in her hands. Getting up he walked to his desk, pulling some maps towards himself as he sat down to study them.
After he'd planned some routes for the next few days of work he stood up and stretched. Glancing at the bed again he found that Lexington still hadn't moved. She still clung to her untouched plate of food, however, she was now staring at the floor. Grumbling he pinched the bridge of his nose, ignoring her obviously wasn't going to solve anyone's problems. She needed to be cheered up, he needed to seduce her. He could think of a few ways to do both, he just needed to keep his mind on his goal. He could be nice to her if it got her to give in to him faster. Then he could hand her over and be both rich and satisfied.
He slowly approached the bed. She didn't even blink when he sat down beside her. He took the plate from her lap and placed it on the floor. Reaching over he took one of her hands in his, turned it palm up and began drawing patterns on her skin. Finally she reacted, turning her head she looked between his face and their hands, confusion in her eyes.
“What are you doing?”
“Cheerin' you up.”
“Why?”
He shrugged, “I 'ave my reasons.”
Lexington tried to pull her hand away. It felt good, what he was doing, and she didn't want to feel good. Not with Gawaine missing and she certainly didn't want to feel good because of something this man was doing. He was a snatcher and he wasn't supposed to make anyone feel good. His grip tightened on her hand and he moved his fingers to her wrist.
He felt her shiver as goosebumps spread across her skin. She wasn't wearing her jumper, just his t-shirt, which gave him access to most of the skin on her arm. He began running his fingers up and down her lower arm. He heard her sigh and lifted his eyes to look at her. Her eyes were closed. Damn she looked beautiful. Every time she gave in, even just a little, he found himself slipping off the edge of a precipice there was no way back from. He kept telling himself he just needed to have her once, then he could get rid of her. But every time he got a little closer to getting his way he couldn't help but suspect it wouldn't be that simple. He suddenly felt the urge to keep her tucked away in his tent forever, to not let anyone else near her. She could be his, only his, for as long as he wanted. That thought made his fingers stop moving, causing her to open her eyes and glance at him. He suddenly needed more. Roughly he reached out and pulled her to him.
Lexington let out a squeak as she was dragged onto his lap. His hands gripped her thighs and positioned her so she was straddling his legs. What was he doing? She pushed away from his shoulders trying to get off him, but his hands on her waist held her firmly in place.
“Scabior, what-” she began.
He looped one arm around her back and pulled her closer, his other hand held the back of her neck as he pressed his mouth to hers.
She struggled to pull away but his grip on her neck only tightened. The hand on her back travelled down to her butt, squeezing one cheek and pushing her hips forward into him. He groaned against her lips, then pulled back to look at her.
“My god, Lex, your arse is perfect,” he said in a husky voice.
She tried to push away from him again, “Let me go.”
“No,” he said letting the hand at her neck travel the length of her back to grasp her other butt cheek, pulling her forwards as he lifted his hips slightly to meet hers.
She gasped as his hips moved beneath her, an electric pulse shooting to her stomach at the feeling. “Scabior, don't do this, please,” her voice trembled, from fear or something else she couldn't tell.
He tilted his head forward and bit down lightly on the base of her neck making her body jolt. He moved his lips up to her ear.
“Touch me,” he whispered huskily.
Lexingon inhaled sharply, “W-what?”
Scabior leaned back to look at her. What he saw was just what he'd been expecting and he smirked. She looked thoroughly startled. He took one of her hands in his and pulled it down from his shoulder to his chest. “Touch me and I'll let you go.”
She just stared at where he had her hand pressed to the muscles of his chest, “I just- I-I don't understand.”
He explained patiently, knowing he was going to win this round, “If you want up, luv, all you have to do is touch me.”
Her blue eyes met his, warring emotions flitting across them. Shock, fear, hope and he dared to think that there was a smidgeon of arousal there too.
Lexington licked her lips, “T-touch you how?” She never in a million years would have guessed she'd find herself in a position like this. His demand had shocked her, but it seemed a small price to pay to get him to let her go. As long as he didn't mean touch him there. She shivered at the thought.
Taking a chance Scabior let go of her waist, hoping she was too shocked to flee, and reached up to pull off his shirt. He dropped it to the ground and grabbed her waist just as she started to move away. He watched her eyes widen as she stared at his bared chest, her breaths coming a little quicker.
He pulled her hips closer again, “However you like, luv.”
She looked up from his chest and saw lust burning in his eyes. She swallowed and looked back down at his smooth skin. His chest was well muscled and his stomach was flat and toned. A thin line of dark hair started just below his navel and led down under his pants. She had secretly wondered what it would feel like to run her hands over muscles like these and now it seemed she had the opportunity to find out and get herself out of an unsavoury position.
Slowly she placed the finger tips of one hand on the pectoral muscles of his chest. She chewed on her lower lip as she placed her other hand flat on his stomach. She could feel his abs tense beneath her palm and she heard him swallow a groan. Peeking up at him she saw him watching her through hooded eyes. Returning her gaze to the fingers on his chest she started trailing them along his skin, tracing the outlines of the muscles beneath.
Scabior cocked his head as he watched her. Her eyes followed her fingers across his chest, fingers which felt like heaven, dancing along his flesh. She looked mesmerized by what she was doing, only adding to the pleasure he was feeling. His breath hitched as she moved the hand on his stomach, unconsciously sliding it lower as her other hand glided down to trace the faint outline of his abs. He closed his eyes and tried to control his breathing. He said he'd let her go if she touched him, so he needed to control himself to make sure that was still possible when she finished her exploring.
Lexington hadn't expected the expression she found on his face when she looked back up at him. His eyes were closed, his lips slightly parted, and he was trying to breath evenly. As her fingers continued their motions she watched him swallow, his adams apple bobbing slowly. He looked content. He was obviously enjoying the feel of her hands on his body. She took a few moments to study his face, she'd never really noticed how good looking he was before. He had a straight nose, a strong jaw, and his hair was slightly wavy, though he kept it tied back most of the time. Maybe that's why he unnerved her every time he was close to her.
After a few minutes her fingers stilled. Scabior opened his eyes and found her staring at him curiously. He raised his brow, silently asking her what was on her mind.
She broke out of her daze, “Can you let me go now?”
He noticed she didn't sound as scared as she had earlier. That meant it probably was a good time to let her go. He just nodded, releasing his hold on her hips at the same time.
Lexington shifted back slowly and slid off his lap. Standing she took a step backwards and felt the rope pull taught between her and the bed. She stood still as Scabior got up, meeting his gaze as he stood in front of her. Neither of them looked away from the other and she started to worry that he was changing his mind about letting her go when he stepped around her and made his way to his desk. She stood still a moment longer before turning. He was reading some papers, sitting in his chair, his feet propped up on the desk corner, still shirtless. Silently she crawled into the bed, curled up on her side and pulled the covers up to her ears. She closed her eyes and tried to relax her tense muscles. The rustle of paper came from the other side of the room every few minutes, which surprisingly she found oddly comforting. Eventually her body relaxed as she slipped into a quiet slumber.
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