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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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A/N: Sorry for not updating sooner. There were a couple parts of this chapter that were in my brain that when typed out didn't sound quite right, so it took a while. Good news, it's a long one! Enjoy! Please, please, please rate and review!
Chapter Ten: Gone and Returned
Lexington woke slowly, savouring the warmth of the covers. She could feel the cold trying to press through the canvas of the tent, but the stove and blankets kept it from truly entering. She lay still for a few moments, adjusting to the feeling of being awake. She'd been having a nice dream. She had been with Harry, Ron and Hermione, but that's all she could remember now.
She opened her eyes with a sigh, noting that the canvas above her head was still mostly dark. Listening she didn't hear Scabior walking around like he normally was, getting ready for the day. It must be early if he still wasn't up. She turned her head to peer around the dim tent. There was nobody moving. She glanced towards the bathroom, wondering if he was in there, when her eyes caught sight of a cot that hadn't been in the room before. Lexington rolled to her side to examine the bed and it's occupant. It was Scabior. He was lying on his back, one arm thrown over his face, the covers draped over his legs leaving his chest exposed. She flushed warmly when she realized he was still shirtless. In the pre-dawn light she could just make out the muscles she had traced her fingers across last night.
Mentally shaking herself she chastised herself for thinking about what he'd made her do. Because he had made her do it. It was that or stay locked in his arms and she definitely hadn't wanted that. She ignored the tiny voice at the back of her head that was trying to tell her she enjoyed it. She'd done what she had to, to get away. Why had she needed to get away? She tried to remember how she'd ended up in his lap. He'd been cheering her up, or so he said. It had at least taken her mind off whatever it was that had been troubling her. What had been troubling her? Gawaine!
Lexington sat up a bit, leaning back on the pillows, and searched the covers of the bed. He still wasn't there. Sadness and worry started to fill her again. What could have happened to him? She knew once a kneazle bonded with a witch or wizard it was almost impossible to get them to leave, unless they left willingly. She hoped that wasn't the case, she liked having him for company. He had filled the lonely hours when she had been left alone since being stuck here. Burrowing back down into the blankets sadly she heard movement from the other side of the room. She looked towards the cot and started when she found Scabior sitting up, watching her.
“You're awake early,” he commented when she met his eyes.
Lexington didn't reply, she just pulled the covers up to her chin and stared at the floor. Presently she heard him make his way to the bathroom. He was in there a few minutes before he came out. His footsteps approached the bed and she quickly glanced his way. He had stopped at the wardrobe, however, and was pulling a shirt over his head. Once that was on he looked at her, he just stood there studying her while she stared back. Finally he turned around, went to his desk and flicked his wand at the cot, turning it back into a desk chair. He sat and pulled a few papers towards him, skimming his eyes over the words. Lexington continued to watch him as he stood up and walked to the door, put on his boots and laced them up. He then straightened up and reached for the coat that was hung over the back of a nearby chair.
Scabior looked at her again as he shrugged into his coat, she was still watching him. “You hungry?” he asked.
She gave no reply, just watched him with those sad blue eyes. Shrugging he turned to the door, half expecting her to call out as he made to leave. Usually she spoke at least once before he left the tent in the mornings. When silence was the only thing he heard he shook his head. What did it matter to him if she talked or not?
Blaine was already dishing out food to the other men, all of them huddled around the fire. Scabior took the plate that was offered to him and sat on a log to eat in silence. Nobody said much, but that was normal for their morning routine. Finishing his eggs he looked around, everyone else was done too, waiting for his instructions.
“Grab your stuff. We're headin' to the forest on the other side of town today,” he said.
His crew all nodded and silently went about getting everything they needed for the day. Scabior grabbed an extra plate and scooped some eggs onto it. Lexington was probably pretty hungry, she hadn't touched her food last night.
He made his way back to the tent and entered, looking at the bed as the flap fell back into place behind him. She hadn't moved. She was curled into a tight ball, her knees pulled up to her chest under the covers, staring vacantly into the air in front of her.
Scabior exhaled in frustration, she was obviously still upset about the fuzz ball being gone. He walked over and put the food down beside the bed, taking the plate of food from last night away. He watched her face the whole time and was surprised that she didn't seem to register how close he was. An uneasy feeling wiggled it's way into his stomach. She was taking this really hard.
He cleared his throat, “I got you some food, in case your hungry.”
She gave no response, so he stood up and went to grab a book off the shelf, like he always did before leaving, only this time she hadn't needed to ask. He returned to the bed and placed it beside the pillow, hoping that would get some reaction. He saw her swallow as she blinked, but gave no other sign that she was aware of his presence.
“Fine,” he huffed, “you wanna sulk? Go right ahead, Lexi.”
His concern grew when she didn't even flinch at the use of the name she professed to hating. Turning to the door he walked away. Maybe she just needed some time to come to terms with the kneazle's disappearance. He'd give her some time while he was out snatching, but if she was still like this later he'd have to come up with a plan to snap her out of it. She was no fun to torment in this state.
Lexington was aware of the sound of the tent closing and knew he was finally gone. She still did not move. She waited until she heard the distinct cracks of apparation before she let the tears she'd been holding in escape.
She tried to keep her mind numb, tried not to focus on anything. As hard as she tried though she couldn't help it, she could feel the rope against her skin, tying her to the bed, keeping her prisoner. She knew not even the book he'd left her would distract her. She'd never felt so alone and utterly helpless.
She didn't know why Gawaine's disappearance was affecting her so much. She was sad he was gone and worried that something had happened to him, but there was something else. It was as if he'd been able to escape this nightmare when she hadn't. She was trapped. Trapped and weak and unable to do anything about it and she hated it.
Silent tears slid across her face, dampening the pillow. She almost wished Scabior would hand her over to Voldemort now. Just get it over with. It was going to happen eventually. What was the sense in prolonging the inevitable? She would never betray Harry's secrets, she'd take those to her grave, but it would end her suffering, her entrapment.
A slight dip in the mattress by her knees brought Lexington out of her wallowing. She let her eyes travel down the bed and found a small scruffy creature staring at her with dark, beady eyes. It resembled a large ferret. It emitted a chattering of sharp, short swear words when it saw her looking at it. Lexington couldn't help the small smile that crept onto her lips. A jarvey.
She slid her hand out from under the covers and wiggled her fingers. The jarvey slunk towards her and let her scratch it's head. A second jarvey jumped up onto the bed, following the first up to her and demanded attention of it's own.
Lexington welcomed the distraction of the two animals chattering angrily at each other, vying for her affection. After a few minutes of gently stroking their fur one of them climbed up her pillow and wrapped itself around the top of her head, giving a small yawn as it did so. The remaining jarvey clicked it's teeth at the other one, obviously perturbed that it had taken the choice sleeping spot. Lexington reached out and pulled it to her, snuggling it under her chin. She felt it wriggle around a bit until it got comfortable, but then it too let out a yawn.
The presence of the two creatures calmed her, and as she listened to their small, sleepy breaths she felt herself growing drowsy. Maybe if she slept she would have another nice dream about being with her friends. She closed her eyes and tried to think of happy memories, hoping they would induce a pleasant dream.
-----**-----
Scabior couldn't stop the worry niggling at him as he walked through the forest. He thought focusing on work would keep his mind off Lexington, but the image of her lying there, almost catatonic, kept popping into his brain. They'd been out for a few hours now and still hadn't found anyone.
Calling a halt, Scabior suggested they eat some lunch. Maybe food would distract him. He sat down on a log and moodily started munching on the bread and cheese that Blaine handed everyone. Scabior barely noticed someone sit beside him and gave a small start when they spoke softly.
“Everythin' a'rigt, Boss?” asked Thom.
Scabior turned his head and saw concern in the green eyes peering at him. He looked around, making sure none of the other men were too close. Finding out he was worried about Lexington was not something he wanted them to know.
“I don' know, Thom,” he started, keeping his voice low. “Lexington's been in a bad state ever since that thing vanished.”
A smile twitched at the corners of Thom's mouth for the briefest of seconds. “Yer worried abou' 'er?”
“Not really, I don' think-,” Scabior stopped and sighed heavily, “To be honest, I don' know. She 'asn't eaten since yesterday mornin' and she was basically a vegetable this mornin' before we left. I don' know what to do with her. I can't get what I want from her while she's like that. If this continues I may as well just hand her over.”
Thom thought for a minute before asking, “Ya don' want ta 'and 'er over yet though, do ya? Even though she's 'ealed an' ya know who she is?”
Scabior shrugged, “She's friends with Potter, I should hand her over right away, but-” he paused.
“She's friends with Potter?” Thom whispered. “When did ya learn tha'?”
Quickly Scabior glanced around the clearing, none of the men seemed to be listening. He continued talking quietly, “The other mornin'. Right before we moved camp. I didn't want the other men to know, still don', so please don' say anythin'.”
“Ya realize tha' mean's she's worth quite a lot?”
“Yeah, I do. But there's somethin' about her that's makin' me not want to get rid of her yet. I wanna see what else I can get out of her first.”
“An' she's no' talkin' while she's upset,” Thom deduced.
“In a manner of speaking,” he replied, not really wanting Thom to know it was just his attraction to the girl that was holding him back.
Scabior glanced sideways at Thom, he had a thoughtful look on his face as he surveyed the rest of the crew, who were finishing up their own small meals.
Thom took a long breath and let it out pensively before he spoke, “Why don' ya go back ta camp an' check on 'er? We'll manage on our own fer the rest o' today.”
“You sure, Thom?” he asked with raised brows.
“Ya, I'll jus' tell 'em ya felt yer wards goin' off. Tha' way they won't know it's because yer worried an' I'd hate ta see her stay upset.”
Scabior studied him, he seemed sincere and Scabior did actually want to go check on her. Thom really seemed to have taken a liking to the girl. He hoped that wouldn't become a problem when he did decide it was time to pass her to the Ministry. But for now he'd use it to his advantage.
Scabior nodded as he stood up, “Okay, I'll either see you back at camp tonight or I'll catch up with you later.”
Thom smiled, “Sure thing, Boss.”
With a quick nod to the rest of his crew, Scabior apparated, leaving Thom to worry about any explanations about his departure.
-----**-----
Lexington woke with a start, somehow aware that the crack of someone apparating had pulled her from her sleep. She looked towards the door just as Scabior entered. Why was he back so early? It was still very light outside the tent. He usually never came back until early evening at the earliest.
Blearily she rubbed sleep from her eyes and focused on him again, taking in the shock on his face that was slowly turning to anger. Fur tickled her neck and she suddenly remembered the jarveys that had snuck in to see her.
“What the bloody hell is this?” he hissed, stalking towards the bed.
She quickly sat up, clutching the creature at her neck to her chest as she reached for the one on the pillow. She was too slow, however, and Scabior's hand shot out and lifted the sleepy animal into the air.
“Don't hurt it!” she pleaded.
He stood there glaring at the jarvey, then turned his burning gaze on the one she had pressed to her chest. He turned to go to the door. Not knowing what he was planning Lexington jumped out of bed, the rope stopping her after a few feet.
“Please,” she found herself begging, “don't hurt it!”
Scabior turned to look at her, holding the animal out at arms length as it started throwing rude phrases at him and twisting around in his grasp. “What are these things doing in here?” he asked angrily.
“They came to see me. They must have sensed that I was sad and knew I wanted some company,” she explained quickly. “Don't do anything to them, please.”
His eyes flashed and an emotion flitted across his face that she couldn't place. He went to the door and crouched down, tossing the jarvey out the door. She was relieved to see that he at least tossed it gently.
Hoping he wouldn't do anything to it, she placed the second jarvey on the floor and shooed it away. It scampered across the tent, passed Scabiors feet and out the door. Standing up she met his gaze. Slowly he started to walk back towards her, not once looking away from her. She was reminded of an animal stalking it's prey and she had to catch her breath, her heart pounding.
He stopped right in front of her, “If you'd wanted company all you had to do was ask, luv. I would've gladly stayed an' joined you in bed.”
Her stomach clenched at his words, his voice, so deep and soft. “I didn't want your company,” she managed to say, glad that her voice still sounded strong.
“Now, that's a shame,” he murmured, stepping closer. “I can think of several ways to pass the time. I can guarantee you wouldn't be bored.”
Lexington stepped backwards as she snorted, “So can I. For one, you could untie me.” She presented her tied wrist to him. “That would alleviate most of my boredom.”
He took her hand and looked at it thoughtfully, running his thumb across the veins he could see through her pale skin. At least she seemed to be in a better mood. If untying her would continue to appease her it might be worth the risk. “Is that really what you want?” he enquired, looking up to meet her eyes.
Hope leapt within her, that combined with his thumb on her skin, had her breathing a little faster than normal. “Yes, it is.”
Scabior studied her, “An' do I 'ave your word that you won't try an' get past the wards again?”
Lexington paused, considering carefully. It really sounded like he was serious about untying her, if she promised to stay put. Thinking quickly she realized this could work to her advantage. She could be free to roam around the tent as she pleased. She could read whatever she wanted, she could study his maps, she could spend her time seeing if there was any useful information here that might help her friends. She could form a plan to get her away from here and back to them. She would never escape while she was still tied up, but untied she could see a glimmer of hope. She just needed to be smart about it.
Finally she nodded, “Okay.”
“Okay, what?” he pressed.
“I promise I won't try and get through the wards if you untie me,” she stated.
He considered her for a moment, searching her face. He must have been satisfied with what he found because he shrugged and reached behind him, drawing his wand from his pocket. He waved it over the rope and it immediately vanished. He dropped her wrist and took a step back, watching her cautiously.
Lexington stared at where the rope had been, almost unable to believe that it was actually gone. She glanced up at him, “Thank you.”
“Just remember, I can feel it when you test the wards, so I'll know if you do. An' I don' like bein' lied to so you better keep your word.”
She hadn't known he could feel when someone tried to get through. No wonder she'd woken up tied to a chair last time. Schooling the expression of shock on her face, she nodded, absently rubbing her wrist.
“So,” he cocked his head at her, “What are you gonna do with your new freedom?”
She didn't miss how he stressed the word 'freedom' lightly. Glancing around the room she could see why. Even though she was now untied, there wasn't a whole lot to do while confined to his tent. She'd just decided that reading was going to have to suffice for entertainment again, when she heard a scuffling nose coming from the door.
Scabior heard it too and narrowed his eyes at her. “If that's your damn animal friends comin' back-” he started in a low voice, turning to the door.
Lexington looked at the door too, hoping the jarveys were smart enough to stay away. Her mouth gaped open when a tuft of black fur appeared under the flap, followed by a thin white tail. There was a dragging nose and then more of the animal entered the tent.
They both watched in shock as Gawaine backed his way into the tent, laboriously dragging a rather large, rather muddy bag. Once inside, the tiny kneazle dropped the bag from between his teeth and turned, surveying the room. Upon finding them both staring at him he meowed proudly, his ears and tail held erect.
Lexington was the first to move, she rushed to the creature and fell to her knees, scooping up the kitten and hugging him fiercely. Gawaine immediately started purring and kneading her shoulder, rubbing his face along her jaw.
“Oh, Gawaine! Thank heavens you're alright!” she said breathily.
Scabior approached and lifted the bag the kneazle had been dragging. Opening it he felt pure shock wash over him. He glanced down at the tiny thing with a new found realization of just how smart this creature was.
“Impossible,” he uttered in awe.
Looking up at him, Lexington took in his facial expression and the way he was staring at Gawaine. “What is it?”
Without a word Scabior handed her the bag. Unwilling to let go of Gawaine, she shifted so she was sitting cross legged on the floor, placing the tiny animal in her lap. She reached out and took the bag, finding it was actually quite heavy. Upon opening it, it was her turn to gasp in shock and look down at Gawaine, who had curled up in her lap and was starting to doze off, clearly exhausted from his adventure.
Lexington was aware of Scabior as he sat down on a chair at the table, watching her. Slowly she started pulling things out of the bag. A pair of her jeans, and some t shirts. A few pairs of undergarments and a jumper. Her extra pair of trainers and her hair brush, which had a few elastics wrapped around the handle. Two of her favourite books, her tooth brush and toothpaste, her shampoo, soap, deodorant, and finally, a bottle of the perfume she used.
She looked at the pile of her things on the floor, flabbergasted that Gawaine had managed to bring them to her. That meant he'd been to Hogwarts. She'd left all her things there when she'd fled Snape's office. How the kneazle had managed it was beyond her, surely he hadn't gone all the way there and then dragged the bag all the way back. That was miles!
She looked up to Scabior and saw he looked just as confused and amazed as she felt. She peered down at Gawaine, now sleeping soundly in her lap. She gently stroked the top of his head, amazed and thankful he was alright and awed by the gifts he had brought her. This tiny bundle of fur would never cease to amaze her it seemed.
Scabior leaned back in his chair, watching the pair on the floor. He might have to amend his no pets in the tent rule. For one, Lexington was obviously relieved to have him back and he didn't see her letting the kitten out of her sight without a fight, and two, if he let Gawaine stay he'd win some points in her good books which would get him closer to his goal. And he had to admit, the little fluff ball had earned his respect. That can't have been an easy feat to accomplish, especially for an animal, and a bloody tiny one at that. He had no idea how far the kneazle had had to travel, but he had been gone for four days. He wondered if she knew how far he'd gone to get her things.
“So, where'd he find all this?” he asked.
Lexington looked up at him again, “Hogwarts. I had some stuff at the Bu- the place I was staying, but this stuff came from Hogwarts.”
“That's a pretty long journey,” Scabior said, once again amazed.
“Yeah, it is,” she murmured, looking lovingly at the kitten.
“So, 'ave you decided what you're gonna do with your freedom?” he asked again.
Looking at the things beside her, Lexington happily realized she had more options now. She had her favourite stories and her own bathing things. She smiled as she met his eyes. “I'm going to take a bath,” she declared.
Scabior felt his heart falter as she flashed him the first genuine smile she'd aimed at him. Nodding, so she wouldn't notice him swallow the lump in his throat, he said, “That sounds like a grand idea.” He then leaned forward and added in a more sultry tone, “Care for some company?”
He smirked as colour crept up her cheeks.
“No thank you!” she said hastily, though she did sound a little breathless.
Lexington stood up, carefully cradling Gawaine's sleeping form. Realizing she'd have to put him down somewhere while she was in the bathroom she looked uneasily as Scabior. She saw him watching her curiously. “C-can he-” she started to ask.
Scabior inclined his head with a sigh, “He can stay.”
She rewarded him with another wonderful smile. “Thank you!”
She walked softly over to the bed and gently laid the kneazle down on the covers, rubbing his ears one last time before she headed back to the pile of things she'd pulled out of the bag. Gathering them up she sorted through them, keeping her shampoo, soap, deodorant, her brush and a change of clothes in her arms. Unaware of Scabior's eyes on her she stepped around the chair where he sat and placed the other articles on the table.
Scabior abruptly stood and turned towards her, his chest brushing her arm as he did so, causing her to realize just how close he was. She went to step back and turn away from him but his arm on her elbow stopped her. She tilted her head up, meeting his languid gaze.
“You sure you don' want company?” he all but purred.
Feeling her stomach flutter, she quickly shook her head. Just because he was letting Gawaine stay and seemed to be being nice, didn't mean she could trust him, or wanted him near her.
He cocked his head to study her, “Shame.” He sighed as he gave her elbow a small push, steering her towards the bathroom door. “I'll be waitin' for you when you're done then,” he whispered in her ear.
He chuckled as she gasped and retreated quickly into the bathroom. He was really enjoying taunting this happy version of Lexington. Glancing at the sleeping Gawaine, Scabior silently thanked the creature for causing her good mood. This he could work with. He smirked as he settled back into the chair, waiting for her to emerge from her bath.
Lexington felt wonderful. The warm water was amazing, the bathroom door actually closed all the way without the rope attached to her, the familiar scent of her shampoo, vanilla and warm sugar, wafted around her and she had a set of fresh, clean clothes to change into. She smiled to herself as she rinsed her hair. She couldn't remember the last time she'd felt this happy.
Finishing her bath, Lexington grabbed a towel and dried herself off, then donned her clothes. Reaching for her brush she ran it through her hair. Even that made her smile. She'd had to settle for finger combing her hair recently and having the bristles run along her scalp, easing out all the tangles, was a simple, yet glorious, feeling.
Exiting the bathroom she saw that Scabior had gotten some food while she was busy. He was still sitting in the same chair, but there was a plate of food on the tables surface. Her stomach growled. She'd forgotten that she hadn't eaten since the day before. She approached the table and sat down, pulling the plate her way. She could feel his eyes watching her but she didn't look at him. She didn't want to remember the way his earlier words had set off tingles in her stomach. She focused instead on putting the food in her mouth.
It wasn't much, some bread, cheese and ham, but there was also a small pile of grapes. She hadn't had fresh fruit in forever. She popped a grape in her mouth and let out a contented sigh as she bit into it, the sweet flavour flooding her mouth.
It was taking all of Scabior's will power not to drag her to him. She was fascinating to watch. The way her fingers picked up delicate morsels and gently placed them between her lips, as just the tip of her tongue emerged to pull them into her mouth. He'd had to look away when she ate that first grape, the sound she made as she savoured it had sent lightening shooting through his body to his groin. He was trying to remain calm, despite how arousing he found her, and it didn't help that the now strong smell of vanilla was drowning him as he tried to steady his breathing.
Lexington had no idea of Scabior's current prediciment. She finished her meal and turned to say thank you but stopped when she saw the intense look on his face. Her heart beat immediately increased as she saw him staring at her with a fiery, almost pained look.
She gasped as his hands suddenly moved, grabbing the seat of her chair and dragging it across the floor towards him. It happened so fast she didn't have time to even try and move. She found her legs caught between his chair and hers, his knees either side of her own, his face inches from hers as he leaned forward. His dark brown eyes were piercing hers and she found herself unable to look away.
Lexington wasn't sure what she had been expecting him to do next, but it wasn't to have him raise a single brow at her in a silent question. That slight movement seemed to break the spell that had captivated her.
“Thank you, for lunch,” she said simply.
He smirked, “You're welcome.”
She turned her head as he leaned forwards, taking small shallow breaths. He brought a hand up and she felt his fingers twist a few strands of her hair around them, bringing it closer to him as he breathed deeply.
“You smell like vanilla again, luv,” he whispered near her ear.
Lexington couldn't think of anything to say, so she stayed silent, hoping he'd lose interest. She swallowed as she felt his other hand rest on her leg, just above her knee, his thumb gently rubbing small circles into the fabric of her jeans.
Scabior continued talking as he slid his hand farther up her leg, wondering when she'd try to stop him, “I didn't mind when you smelled like me, but this-” he paused, pressing his lips to her ear, “this scent is delicious. Makes me wanna eat you right up.”
Lexington's body trembled, and she hated that it wasn't from fear, “Don't,” she said, trying to pull away, “Scabior, I don't want this.”
He chuckled, the hand on her leg coming to rest on her hip, his thumb stroking her stomach. He pulled back slightly so he could see her face. She was biting her lip softly to keep it from quivering and short burst of air were escaping her lungs in time with his thumb's movements.
He smiled, “I'm not quite sure I believe you, luv.”
She turned towards him at that, surely it wasn't that obvious that her body was betraying her, responding to his touch when she knew she shouldn't.
“It's the truth,” she managed to say, “Let me go.”
Her words sounded more like a question than a demand, but at least she'd got them out. She watched as Scabior licked his bottom lip hungrily, ignoring the way it sent a spark of pleasure shooting between her legs.
“You may not want it today, but you will,” he smirked at her. “One day you will.”
Lexington shook her head, not trusting her voice, which only caused him to grin further.
“Oh, I can guarantee it, luv. There will come a day, when you are begging me to take you.”
Her mind reeled at his words, simultaneously aroused and revolted. That was never going to happen her brain shouted at her, while a small voice in the back of her mind wondered if it would be such a bad thing if it did. Yes, it would be, she thought determinedly, He's a snatcher, it would be very, very bad!
“That won't happen,” she said, relieved beyond words that her voice wasn't shaking like the rest of her.
Scabior let got of her and sat back in his chair, crossing his arms with a sigh, “We'll see about that. Care to make a bet, Lexi?”
Lexington quickly pushed her chair away from him, fire dancing in her eyes. “Don't call me that,” she said abruptly as she stood.
Scabior stood as well, “So?”
“So what?” she retorted.
“Are we makin' a bet?”
Lexington scoffed, “No! I am not making a bet with you as to whether or not I end up in your bed.”
“Sweetheart,” his voice dipped lower, “you've already been in my bed.”
She glared at him, colour flushing her cheeks, “Merlin, you are impossible! That is not what I meant, nor what you meant. Now if you don't mind, I am going to read.”
With that she snatched up one of her books from the table and stomped a few steps towards the bed. Stopping suddenly she stared at it, even more colour flooding her face.
Scabior almost laughed, he could just imagine what she was thinking of. He couldn't stop the snicker that left him.
Lexington whirled around, her eyes throwing daggers at him. She quickly took an inventory of the chairs in the room. The only one that was an acceptable distance from him was his desk chair. She marched over to it and plopped down, opening her book with a flourish and absorbed herself in reading her favourite childhood book, The Tales of Beedle the Bard.
As much as she loved this book, she was having trouble staying focused. She was pointedly ignoring Sabior, who was still at the table, flipping through her other book, but that wasn't what was causing her the most distraction. The chair she was on was not comfortable. She was having to shift every few minutes to try and find a good way to read. But it just wasn't working. She usually read in large, over-stuffed armchairs or couches, where she could sit cross legged, or with her feet tucked under her. This hard, wooden chair just wasn't cut out for long periods of comfortable reading.
She could think of one way to fix that but she didn't have her wand to transfigure it. There was someone in the room who did, but she wasn't willing to ask him.
However, after another twenty minutes of wriggling around trying to prevent her butt from going numb, Lexington let out an exasperated sigh.
“Scabior?”
Scabior looked up, surprised, “Yeah, luv?”
“Can I ask you a favour?”
He gave her a small, thoughtful smile, “Sure.”
“Could you make this chair more comfortable? I can't focus.”
Scabior's eyes lit up. “You sure it's the chair distractin' you?” he asked suggestively.
Lexington rolled her eyes, “Yes, it's too hard and I can't get comfortable.”
Something about that amused him greatly, judging by the smile he was trying to hide. He cocked his head at her, “What's it worth to you?”
“What?” she asked, confused.
He got up and walked over to her, “If I do this for you, what am I gonna get in return?”
She stared at him, perplexed, “I don't- What could- Gods, can't you just do it?”
He watched her internal struggle with glee, “Tell you what, I'll do it, so long as you give me a kiss.”
“What?” she said, shocked. “No!”
He gave her a mocking pout, “It's not worth even just one teeny tiny little kiss?”
Suddenly, an idea popped into Lexington's head. She peered at him thoughtfully, “Just one?”
Scabior tried not to let his triumph show on his face, she was actually considering it. “Yeah, one kiss an' I'll make it the comfiest chair you've ever sat in.”
“O-okay,” she said, chewing her lip.
Slowly she stood up and took a couple steps to close the distance between them. Scabior caught his breath as she peered at him from under her lashes. His eyes flickered to her hand as she placed it on his arm to balance herself as she leant up on tip toe to reach him. He couldn't help the anticipation that thrummed through his body. Just as he started to lean down to her, she swept her head to the side and placed a quick peck on his cheek.
“You cheeky little bugger!” he growled, making a grab for her, but she had neatly danced out of his reach.
Lexington stood with the chair between them, glowing internally. She couldn't help but enjoy the shocked and crestfallen expression on his face. She motioned to the chair, “I'm waiting.”
He narrowed his eyes at her, “You expect me to transfigure it after that?”
“Yes. You said just one little kiss. That's exactly what that was.” He opened his mouth to argue, but she continued, “You failed to mention what kind of kiss or where the kiss could be placed. I held up my end of the deal, now it's your turn.”
Scabior shook his head, “You really are a Slytherin, aren't you?”
It was her turn to smirk at him.
“Fine,” Scabior drew his wand and waved it at the chair. Even though she'd outsmarted him on this one, he wasn't going to press the issue. The fact that he'd gotten even that small peck on the cheek meant that he was making progress and he somehow knew if he insisted on a real kiss it would set him back a few steps. It was better to keep her in this lighthearted mood. Not only did make his job of seducing her easier, but he found himself enjoying this unexpected and cheeky side of her.
Lexington looked down at the armchair that had taken the place of the hard wooden one. It was a deep forest green colour and wide enough for two people if they sat almost on top of each other but perfectly straight. Which meant it would be perfect for pulling her feet up. The stuffing looked a little lumpy, but it was much better than the solid wood.
She beamed at him, climbing over the arm of the chair and settling down into a comfortable position. It actually was a really comfy chair.
Scabior gave her a mock bow, “Is there anythin' else you need, your majesty?”
Lexington rolled her eyes, “No, this is fine.” Then she met his eyes and added, sincerely, “Thank you.”
He gave her a half smile, “No problem, luv. I'm gonna go back an' check on the boys. There's still a few hours of good workin' daylight left so may as well keep busy.”
She nodded, already half absorbed in her book.
With one last glance in her direction, he left the tent.
-----**-----
Scabior found his crew not far from where he'd left them, taking a break beside a stream. Luckily, they had had an almost as productive afternoon as he had. A wizard and a witch were tied together looking terrified and a goblin was unconscious on the ground.
Ty looked up as Scabior approached, “Hey, Boss! Look what we found!”
Scabior gave the lad a smile, “Good work boys.”
“Everythin' okay back at camp?” Thom asked, walking up.
Scabior nodded, he saw the other men listening in so he said, “Yeah, she won't be testin' my wards again anytime soon.”
A few of the men sniggered.
Ben scowled from across the clearing, “Are we gonna be takin' 'er to the Ministry with this lot? Seems like if'n she's tryin' to get away it makes sense to get rid o' 'er.”
Scabior cast Ben a scatching glance, “No, Ben, we aren't. She's got information I need before we hand her in, an' I just said she isn't gonna be testin' my wards again, so her runnin' isn't a concern.”
Ben's scowl darkened, but he looked away.
“So, how much of the route did you get covered?” Scabior said, turning back to Thom.
“Jus' o'er half. We was jus' abou' ta 'ead down ta the valley an' see wha' we can find there. Xander said he thought he smelled smoke in tha' direction. Mayhaps someone's lit a fire.”
Scabior raised his brow at Xander, who nodded in return, “It smelt like it was comin' from tha' diretion.”
“Good enough for me,” Scabior said. “You lot ready?”
They all nodded. Ben picking up the goblin and slung him over his shoulder, as Xander grabbed the rope attached to the witch and wizard. They all set off into the trees, heading towards the mouth of the valley Scabior knew lay a short distance ahead of them.
The search of the valley yielded no new catches. Dusk was starting to fall and everyone was tired. His crew were trudging along in front of him, making more noise than they normally did.
Scabior was just about to call an end to their day when he caught a whiff of a smell. A familiar smell that made him stop in his tracks.
“What's that?” he spoke aloud, not sure if anyone would hear him or not. His men stopped though, so they must have heard him.
“Wha's what, Boss?” Thoms enquired.
Scabior walked backwards a couple paces, breathing deeply, until he found the scent again. Vanilla. Vanilla with a hint of something else. His eyes searched the forest. How was that possible?
He sniffed the air again, “That smell.”
It smelled exactly like Lexington. There was no way she could be here though. Scabior's eyes darted around the trees, trying to find a source for the smell. She'd promised to stay in the tent, and he hadn't felt her test the wards even a little. So, how did her scent end up in the middle of the forest, miles away from where she was? It just didn't make sense.
Scabior heard a thump, and turned to see that Ben had put down the goblin. “What're you doin'?”
Ben shrugged, “Thought mayhaps we was gonna do a sweep.”
“No, let's just get this lot to the Ministry,” Scabior said quickly, suddenly overcome by the need to return to camp and make sure Lexington was still there. He made a mental map of the exact location in his mind so he could return if she wasn't. She had to be there still. He hadn't felt a thing. Not a single tingle. But if she wasn't, if she had escaped, he would find her.
-----**-----
Lexington was still curled up reading in the desk chair. She was glad she'd convinced Scabior to transfigure it into a comfy arm chair. She currently had her socked feet tucked up underneath her, book balanced on her knees and was fully absorbed in the information on the pages. She'd finished her book and decided to read the one titled Edible Plants of the European Forests: Telling Friend from Foe. It was fascinating and went into great detail about how to tell poisonous plants from edible ones. It even had a section on plants that were only edible if harvested at specific times, like a full moon, or the first frost of the winter.
Lexington was so absorbed with her reading that she didn't hear the tell tale cracks that were the men returning to camp. It wasn't until Scabior suddenly walked into the tent that she noticed they were back. He swept his eyes around the tent quickly, searching to see where she was. She thought she saw a hint of panic in his eyes, but it was gone as soon as she met his gaze when settled on her. Upon finding her curled up in the chair he grunted softly and started to kick off his boots by the door.
She couldn't help but notice how tired he suddenly looked. She felt the smallest twinge of quilt that he hadn't been able to use his own bed since she'd been with them.
He turned and slowly headed towards the bed, taking off his coat as he walked. Her eyes followed him over the top of her book. He threw the coat over the back of one of the chairs by the table and continued walking. Her breath hitched as she saw his hands move to the back of his neck, slowly pulling his shirt up and over his head. He dropped the shirt and her eyes followed it's decent to the ground, then slid back up his form to his now bare torso. She swallowed slowly, trying to ignore the quickening of her hear beat. The muscles in his shoulders bunched as he walked and she remembered how his muscles had felt under her fingers the other night. His hands went to his belt buckle as he started to undo it.
Forcing herself to look up at his face she realized he hadn't acknowledged her presence except for that brief grunt when he first came in. Surely he realized she was there. If he did know, which she suspected he did, then why was he undressing? Surely he wouldn't continue to undress in front of her. The idea brought her out of her reverie of eyeing his body.
She cleared her throat before speaking, hoping her voice wouldn't sound too ruffled when she did, “Scabior?”
No response. He slowly pulled the belt out of the belt loops and dropped that too. The buckle making a dull thud as it hit the floor. Weakly she tried again, “Scabior, what-”
He reached the bed and collapsed onto it, face down, “Just be quiet, Lex.” He spoke into the pillow, the sound coming out a bit muffled, “I just need a few hours of sleep in an actual bed.”
Lexington fell quiet at that. He'd never fallen asleep with her awake in the room before. Usually he was up later than her and even if she did wake before him he always woke as soon as she started moving. She regarded him for a few more seconds before she turned back to her book.
After reading the same line about fifteen times without comprehending what it said she gave up on reading. Turning her attention back to Scabior's prone body she saw his breathing had evened out indicating that he had actually fallen asleep with her loose in the room. Realizing this she began to study him. He looked much more peaceful when he was sleeping. He'd turned his head to the side before falling asleep so she was able to make out his relaxed features. His lips were slightly parted revelling that his bottom lip was fuller than it usually appeared. His forehead had smoothed out in sleep too, erasing the worry lines that so often resided there.
Her eyes travelled from his face to his shoulders, rising and falling slowly with each breath. One arm was hanging over the edge of the bed, his fingers almost touching the ground. The muscles on his back were smooth and she found herself flushing as she wondered what it would feel like to run her hands over them. Would the skin be as soft there as on his chest? The muscles as hard under his skin?
Shaking off that thought she continued her appraisal. He still had his plaid pants on and his socks. She saw a small chain, perhaps for a watch, leading into one of his pants pockets. His pockets! She suddenly sat up straighter. He kept his wand in his pockets! She'd noticed, in the time she'd spent in the camp, that he seemed to prefer keeping his wand in his pants pockets rather than his coat. If she could just get hold of his wand while he slept she'd be able to get away! She could go find Hermione, Harry and Ron. She couldn't help them from Hogwarts anymore but maybe she'd be able to offer some sort of help on their quest. She just needed a wand. Glancing at his pockets she didn't see anything. Closing her eyes she tried to remember. He was right handed and he usually tucked it away in a back pocket, under his coat. So that would mean it might be in the pocket she couldn't see from where she was sitting.
Steeling herself she unfolded her legs as quietly as she could. Placing her feet on the ground she stood slowly, putting the book on the chair as she rose. Forcing herself to breath silently she tip toed towards the bed. She froze as the hand hanging over the bed twitched and Scabior mumbled something in his sleep. She waited a few seconds but continued forwards when he didn't move again. Edging up to the side of the bed she swore inwardly as she saw the blankets covered the pocket she was trying to see. Holding her breath she leaned over, picking up the edge of the blanket and attempting to move it as little as she could to try and find what she was looking for.
She suddenly let out an undignified squeak of shock as the arm that had been hanging down shot between her knees. It wrapped around the back of her left leg and his hand gripped her thigh pulling her towards the bed.
“You're not gonna find what you're lookin' for, sweetheart.” he said in a soft voice.
“Le-let go.” she squeaked again, looking down to see that his eyes were still shut.
Rolling onto his side Scabior looked up at her. However, he hadn't let go of her leg which caused her knee to be pulled onto the bed. He watched as she swallowed and tried to control her breathing. Smirking he moved the fingers holding the back of her thigh, stroking lightly up and down against her jeans, causing a small gasp to escape her lips. That small sound spurred him into action. Before she could even blink he had pulled her down onto the bed and had her pinned beneath him.
Not believing what had just happened she stared up at him, mouth slightly a gape. Scabior glanced at her mouth and started to lean down. Her stomach clenched but it wasn't entirely from fear, another feeling was starting to stir within her, one she didn't want to acknowledge. She tried desperately to gain control of her ragged breathing. Suddenly not wanting to be this close to him she turned her head as he leaned in and pushed at his chest with her hands. “Stop, Scabior, let me up.”
His attempt to kiss her thwarted he found his face next to her ear. He breathed in the warm vanilla sugar scent that was her and moved his lips to ghost over her ear lobe. “You wake a man from a very pleasant dream trying to steal from him and you expect him to just let you go? Without being punished? I don' think so, luv.”
His breath tickled her skin, sending a shiver down her spine. A second shiver followed as she took in the meaning behind his words. He was too close. She couldn't think while being intoxicated by the smell of sandalwood and the feel of his muscles rippling under her fingers. Why had she been stupid enough to think he'd leave his wand somewhere she could find?
Taking a deep breath she pushed at his chest again, “I'm sorry. I won't do it again.”
“I know, because right now you're gonna learn what happens to little girls who think they can outsmart me,” he whispered into her neck. Finding her pulse point he pressed his lips to it, eliciting another gasp from her.
His lips were too hot on her skin. Sure she was going to burn up or cease to be able to breath she tried to push him away, “Scabior, stop.”
“Shhh,” his lips moved slowly up her neck, trailing wet, hot kisses on her skin as he worked his was towards her jawline, “It's ok, luv. I promise you'll enjoy it.”
Lexington tilted her head back trying to evade his mouth and what it was doing to her, but she couldn't stop the small moan that passed her lips as he flicked his tongue quickly at the sensitive spot beneath her ear, before sucking gently on it. She felt him smirk against her skin. The bastard, he knew what kind of effect his touch had on her senses.
He shifted on top of her, sitting back on his knees as he straddled her. Her spirits lifted. Was he getting off of her already? Her hope quickly died as he only grabbed her wrists in his hands, peeled them off his chest and pushed them above her head into the pillows. Leaning forward again he continued his assault on her senses by lightly biting her ear lobe. His lips closed on the sensitive flesh as she squirmed beneath him, trying in vain to escape the grasp he had on her hands. Scabior's mouth then left her ear to revisit the skin of her neck, this time adding small nips in between each featherlight kiss. She felt her hands being pushed upwards until they bumped into the headboard. His lips against her skin moved in and odd way, not a kiss, but as if he'd said something. Something she hadn't been able to make out. He went back to kissing her collarbone as his hands released her wrists and slid down her arms before finding purchase either side of her head on the pillow. Pushing back slightly he looked at her, waiting for something. Again she felt some small hope. Maybe he was done 'punishing' her. Maybe he was waiting for her to move away. When she tried to move her hands, however, they wouldn't budge. She tried harder to pull them away. Nothing happened. Panic filled her as she realized her wrists had been firmly anchored to the headboard by a binding spell. She looked up to see him smirking at her. So that's what he'd been waiting for. Her reaction! Anger started to bubble within her.
“Now, now, luv, there's no need to get angry. I did promise you'd enjoy your punishment after all.”
Glaring at him Lexington spit out the thought that was foremost in her mind, “You can do wandless magic?”
He chuckled darkly, “I 'ave you tied to a bed beneath me, promising you punishment an' all you're worried about is the fact I can perform magic without my wand?” He used one of his now free hands to stroke her side, gently making his way down to her hip. The motion caused her to inhale sharply and he saw some of the angry fire leave her eyes. Curious he repeated the movement in reverse. She bit unknowingly onto her bottom lip. Back down again. She tilted her head back slightly, letting her eyelids flutter for just a moment. He smirked, she was almost melting into a puddle. That was an interesting trick.
“I-... Yes-... I mean no-...” Lexington tried to catch her breath. Damn her love of having her sides tickled. And damn this man for finding that weakness. She grit her teeth, “Would you just get off me already!”
“'Ave you learned your lesson?”
“Yes.”
He contemplated her momentarily, “I don' think you 'ave, luv. Not just yet, but you will soon. I aim to make this lesson stick.”
She should have known he wouldn't let her off that easy. Lexington was all too aware of everything he was doing. His lips were back on her neck, kissing and licking in between small, gentle nips. His hand on her side, his thumb stroking the fabric of her jumper. She felt him shift his weight to one knee, his other knee left her side and pushed in between her legs, forcing them to part slightly. Suddenly she could feel a hot pressure on her thigh. His hand. His other hand was now sliding up her thigh. He let it come to a halt just below the apex of her thighs. He paused for a moment and she tried to catch her breath long enough to say something to stop him. Just as she was about to speak his thumb darted out and began running down the zipper of her jeans. She bit her lip to keep from crying out as it continued downwards and reached the material between her legs. He paused there above the heat she was sure he could feel even through the fabric. Then his thumb moved again, this time with more pressure, in quick deft strokes, causing her body to give an involuntary jerk. As abruptly as he'd started he moved his hand back to the bed, making her sigh. Whether in relief or frustration even she couldn't tell anymore.
She needed to get him to stop now, “Scabior, please, let me go.” She hated how she sounded almost desperate as he placed a kiss to the base of her neck.
“Do you really want me to?” he asked, breathing warmly on her skin.
His hand had begun moving up and down her side again. She shuddered at the feeling. If he'd wanted to torture her he certainly seemed to know how. She wanted him to stop, she needed him to stop. But with his lips moving against her and his fingers wrecking havoc on her coherency she couldn't summon the will power to resist. She couldn't remember why she needed to resist.
“Yes,” she barely managed to whisper, her breath leaving her lungs as his hand slid under her jumper drawing small circles on her hip.
His lips found her ear, his breath tickling as he whispered back, “You don' sound very convincing, luv.”
Her only answer was to let out a shaky breath as he brushed a particularly sensitive area. She closed her eyes and swallowed. As long as he didn't find her most sensitive spot she might be able to keep her composure. She could convince him to stop. Almost as soon as she thought that, his fingers brushed against the place where her back curved off the bed slightly, just above the back of her hip. Damn. She groaned loudly as she helplessly arched her back into him, tilted her head back and bit her lip.
Smiling Scabior ran his fingers over that spot again. Eyes still closed she let out a quiet mewling sound that was music to his ears. He'd have to be careful of that spot or he'd find himself coming completely undone. This was meant to teach her a lesson and he couldn't lose control. His hand moved to smooth across her stomach, lifting her jumper as his fingers went slowly higher. He needed to taste more of her. Suddenly a thought came to him and he started to kiss his way down her jaw to her throat. He heard her start to breath a bit faster as his lips found her pulse once more. He licked and kissed his way along her collarbone enjoying the small sighs that she couldn't seem to hold back anymore.
Suddenly his lips left her skin. She almost whimpered at the lose until she recalled that she shouldn't be enjoying this. His hand remained on her stomach but that too had gone still. She glanced down at him, wondering why he'd stopped. Meeting his eyes she had to bite her lip to stop from crying out in alarm. Passion burned like fire in his dark eyes, setting her skin aflame. He kept his eyes on hers as he slowly, deliberately leaned forward. She watched, spellbound as his lips and tongue manoeuvred the zip on her jumper into his mouth, grasping it between his teeth. Slowly, tortuously, he started to inch down her body, dragging the zip with him. His chest rubbed along the flat plains of her stomach as he descended down her body.
Her lungs burned, screaming for oxygen and she realized she'd been holding her breath. Gasping in a great lung full of air she couldn't stop her back from arching into him again as his hands started to move on her body, one on her stomach, the other on her hip. His torso was now between her thighs and she felt pleasure start to coil inside her as he finished with her zipper, letting it fall from his mouth.
Using one hand he swept the fabric away and started to push the thin cotton shirt underneath upwards. His lips descended to her skin again, his tongue laving circles around her belly button, before he dipped it quickly into her navel causing her to squirm beneath him. He chuckled against her skin as he started to trail more kisses up her abdomen. The vibrations rumbled through his chest and shot straight to her core making her gasp audibly and drop her head back to the pillow. The hand pushing her shirt came to a stop just below her breasts. His fingers started to draw patterns onto the skin there. She swallowed. Dear Merlin, he was undoing her.
Scabior stopped his kisses for a moment to look up at her. She really was beautiful, especially now that she was breathless and completely at his mercy. Her bare skin was smooth and perfect. Overcome by the need for more he moved his fingers to the button on her jeans. He felt her muscles stiffen as he undid it and slowly started on the zipper.
To distract her he decided to see what would happen if he kissed the spot he'd found earlier on her side. Lowering his lips to it, he caught one quick glimpse of her face. He almost laughed at the numerous emotions plastered all over it. Fear, shock, pleasure and frustration. Smiling to himself he kissed the skin just above her hipbone. Her reaction was instantaneous. She arched off the bed and gave a small roll of her hips.
Inhaling sharply as that motion caused his cock to twitch, Scabior tried to remember what he was doing. Her pants, he needed those off. He utilized the next roll of her hips, as he bit lightly at her flesh, to grab her jeans and pull. They came down to her knees, accompanied by a gasp from her. He shifted his weight just long enough to drag them down to her ankles and off of her, flinging them to the floor as he settled back between her legs.
He quickly appraised the flesh and undergarments he had exposed. Her legs were long and creamy, toned to perfection. She had on a navy blue pair of knickers, with cream lacy trim and he had to stop himself from groaning out loud when he noticed the damp patch that sat right over the centre of her. Merlin, he wanted to taste her, but he couldn't afford to let himself go there. He'd continue his 'lesson' and then stop himself while he still could, because he knew if he pushed her too far he'd loose all the progress he'd made.
Forcing his eyes away from her knickers he looked up to find her staring at him. Curiosity and lust filled her eyes, but there was still fear in them too. Good, she should be scared of what he could do, that was the whole point of this. Remembering that Scabior resumed his kisses on her stomach and hips, loving the sounds she occasionally let slip out.
Lexington felt practically naked beneath him, despite the fact that her pants were the only article of clothing he had actually removed. She couldn't believe how wonderful it felt to have his lips on her. She could no longer control her own body. It moved shamelessly against him, only causing the friction between her legs to increase. Her breath hitched as his fingers found there way under her knickers and she stilled. She felt them linger briefly just above the heated area before sliding smoothly along her slit. She moaned. She could feel how wet she had become as his fingers slid easily back up. He gently rubbed one finger against her clit, the contact making her cry out in pleasure. She arched her back as he repeated the motion only to have him push her back to the bed with his other hand. He began trailing kisses along the top of her knickers, one hand on her stomach keeping her still, one finger rubbing against her now hard nub every few seconds. She closed her eyes. It was torture. Pure, wonderful, pleasurable torture.
Barely aware of it Lexington let out a shaky breath, “S-Scabior-”
Hearing his name come from her lips like that he froze. He took a few steadying breaths and swallowed. He had to end this now. He was definitely aroused now and if he continued he'd lose it completely. He pulled his hand from her knickers and slowly kissed and licked his way back up her body. He loved the way each kiss made her writhe beneath him.
One of his hands moved to her neck, sliding his fingers up her throat until he grasped her chin, making her turn her face towards him. He searched her eyes, looking for what, she didn't know. Permission? She knew she should be asking him to stop but she wasn't entirely sure she wanted him to stop. He was a snatcher and she was supposed to be revolted at his touch but she wasn't. She didn't like the way her body responded to his, but there was no denying something inside her thrilled when he placed searing kisses on her skin and touched her in ways she'd never dreamed of. He must have found what he was looking for because he grinned devilishly and leaned forward pressing his lips firmly against her own.
It'd been there, in her eyes. She didn't want him to stop. She may not want this yet but her body did and she'd finally given up trying to stop him. So he kissed her, and waited patiently for what he knew would happen. Even though he knew she would do it, her eyes unable to hide how she was feeling, he still felt a jolt run through his body when she started to kiss him back. Groaning softly he pressed his chest closer to her and deepened the kiss. When she didn't fight it he took a chance and ran his tongue over her bottom lip, shocked when her lips parted willingly, letting him slip his tongue inside to taste her fully. Sweet Merlin, she tasted as wonderful as she smelled.
Lexington's head was spinning, this kiss was different than the others he'd forced on her. This kiss held the promise of so much more, making her heart thrum. She experimentally met his tongue with her own, causing him to give a low moan into her mouth.
He could feel his arousal growing, each moan and gasp she emitted only adding fuel to the fire that threatened to consume him. If he didn't stop now he doubted he would be able to. She was too tempting. Heaving a sigh he forced himself to remove his lips from hers. He pulled back, taking in her breathless and pliant form as he did. She looked beautiful like this and it was almost enough to weaken his resolve. He captured her lips again, making this kiss harder. Reminding her that this had been a punishment. Lightly he bit down on her bottom lip, causing one last gasp, before he pulled back to stare down at her.
“Try an' steal my wand again an' you'll get much worse than that. Understand?”
Still breathless she silently nodded. The mention of his wand had reminded her why she had found herself in this position. It was like a bucket of cold water had been dumped over her. He was a snatcher and she was trying to escape. She was suddenly glad he had stopped, at least the rational part of her was. Another part was still tingling at the unexpected sensations his ministrations had caused her to feel, frustrated that they had ended so abruptly.
He shifted to lay on his side next to her, mumbling something as he moved. She felt her hands being released from the headboard. She glanced over at him. He had his eyes closed and looked like he was trying to steady his breathing. He obviously still wanted to sleep. She started to sit up to move to the edge of the bed to go back to her chair and her book, but his arm shot out and pulled her back down. Her hands went to his chest again, trying to push away.
Dragging her to him he pulled her to his chest again, trapping her hands between their bodies. For some reason he wasn't willing to let go of her just yet, “Oh no you don'. You had your chance to be quiet elsewhere, luv. I'll just 'ave to keep you here while I sleep.”
“I'll be quiet, I promise. Just let me up.”
“Sorry, sweetheart, I've decided I don' want to.” he replied sleepily, his words coming out in small breaths against her forehead.
Lexington tried once more to squirm out from under his arm.
Scabior's arm tightened around her waist, “Don't move, Lex,” he whispered in a pained voice, “Just don't move. Not right now.” His hand spread flat against her lower back pulling her body closer.
She caught her breath as she felt the bulge in his pants press into her stomach. Her eyes grew wide as she understood why he didn't want her to move. Slowly she let out a shaky breath, “O-okay.”
“Good girl,” he murmured into her hair, relaxing slightly as sleep started to overcome him again.
Lexington lay as still as she could, resigning herself to staring at his chest until she heard his breaths turn slow and even. Wondering if she could escape now that he was asleep she wiggled experimentally. His arm immediately tightened around her. Sighing, she decided sleeping didn't actually sound like a bad idea. It was rather late after all. She closed her eyes, absently thinking about how smooth his skin felt beneath her fingers, as she slowly drifted off to sleep.
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