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The Affair	By : soldiersgirl0709 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Lucius/Hermione Views: 34511 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Chapter Fourteen: Too Lonely for Too Long

How helpless we are, like netted birds, when we are caught by desire! - Belva Plain

Lucius winced when he heard another bang and a curse coming from the library. Hermione had been back at work for a couple of days and she was deliberately keeping Lucius at a physical distance. She made sure that his desk or some other piece of furniture was between them at all times and she refused to speak of their situation at all, immediately changing the subject if he came anywhere near it.

Once more the sound of banging could be heard, along with a muffled curse. She had come in angry that morning and he had thought it best to make himself scarce. She didn�t mention what was bothering her over lunch and as he looked at the clock above the mantle he could see that it was well past the time that she usually left and he wondered why she was still working.

�God damn it!� Lucius couldn�t ignore her cursing any longer. He stood and walked around his desk, slowly edging towards the half open door of the library. He watched as she stepped down off of a small stool, book in hand, and jotted the details of it onto her ever lengthening scroll. She set the book aside and then kicked the stool a little more to the left with a foot protected only by her stockings, her sensible black heels lying on the floor near the sofa. As the stool banged into the baseboard he realized the origins of the banging he had heard all day.

�Stupid, idiotic, selfish�.God damn it!� She was mumbling to herself, swearing intermittently which was something he wasn�t used to hearing from her.

�Hermione, are you alright in here?� Lucius asked, stepping into the room. She sighed and let her hand slide from the book she was reaching for to hand limply at her side. She glanced over her shoulder and immediately wished she hadn�t.

He was rumpled from a long day of frustrating calculations and budgeting, his jacket was long gone, his waistcoat undone, several buttons were undone on his shirt and his hair was a bit mussed because when he was particularly stressed he had a tendency to tug at the strands at his temples. She was sometimes amazed at the little things she picked up on about him, small, personal things like the fact that he over sweetened his tea and nibbled from a box of chocolates he kept hidden in his top drawer throughout the day. Things that humanized a man she once believed to be pure evil.

�Not really.� She said stepping down from the stool and walking across the room to the large windows. It was growing dark and snow was swirling wildly outside as a storm blew in. �I�m surprised you held out this long if I am honest.�

�I am trying to respect your personal space, though do not think for one moment that it is easy.� He said, joining her at the window. �What is bothering you?�

�Ron hasn�t been home for three days.� She said quietly.

�Have you contacted the ministry?� He asked.

�Oh, he�s well enough; I receive the daily owl from him.� She rolled her eyes. �He�s not working, he�s lying and Harry is being evasive about it all. He�s probably holed up in a room somewhere with whomever it is that is tending to his needs.�

�I can find him for you, if you want him I will have him brought to you.� He could have it done easily enough; even have him roughed up a little in the process.

�No, thank you though.� She said, smiling over at him. �Why do you listen to me go on and on about this?�

�Because I like to hear the sound of your voice, it matters not what you are saying.� He said.

�You are a good man.� She reached out and took his hand in hers, wrapping her delicate little fingers around his much larger ones.

�No, I am not.� He said, bringing her hand up to his mouth and closing his eyes as he brushed his lips back and forth over her knuckles. �If I were a good man I would not look at you and wish that you were mine. I would not be pleased to know that you sleep alone at night.�

�Lucius.� She swallowed hard and stepped forward without realizing she was moving closer to him. He laid her hand against his cheek, pressing it to the stubble roughened surface. She felt the tingle in her palm, that thin thread of magic that flowed between them. She felt him flow through her, not the cold, numb void that had been her existence for so long, but a warm, vibrant desire to be closer to him.

�I can�t be near you and not want to touch you. Tell me why. Why you? Why now?� He wasn�t as strong as he appeared; denying himself that which he desired was a foreign concept to Lucius. As wrong as it was, he didn�t want to deny himself this bit of happiness.

�I don�t know why.� She said, moving closer. With every step she felt as though she were walking into the sea. Deeper and deeper she moved until the undertow caught her and pulled her feet right out from under her. She didn�t fight it, she was tired of fighting, she closed her eyes and let the current carry her away. She slid her hand from his cheek and into his hair.

�Step over the line you drew and there is no going back.� He whispered, his eyes hooded and dark. She took another step closer, her body flush against his as her arms looped around his neck.

�I�m tired of fighting. I�m tired of being alone and I am tired of not feeling anything, I feel when I am with you�you make me feel. I need you.� She whispered.

Lucius pulled her close to him with one arm and waved his hand towards the door of the library. It slammed closed and the skeleton key turned in the lock. Wards shimmered over the door�s surface and the fire in the hearth leapt to life.

�No wand.� She gasped, stunned at the extent of his abilities.

�My house, my magic.� He bent down and lifted her into his arms. �My salvation.� He carried her across the room, the rug in front of the fire transfiguring into a plush, padded satin surface for their comfort. Their eyes never wavered as he went to one knee and laid her down gently. She wouldn�t release her hold on his neck, pulling him down with her and lifting her head so that their mouths met.

It was like tinder catching a flame the moment he tasted her. Suddenly nothing else in the world existed for him but her. He kicked off his shoes, thankful he wasn�t wearing any with ties. She pulled at him with greedy hands, tugging him over her and spreading her thighs wide to receive him between them.

The kiss wasn�t just passionate, it bordered on violent. They bit, sucked and licked at each others mouth with a hunger that went beyond simple lust. Need was the driving force between them, the need to be touched, the need to feel, the need to be desired by another. Her hands weren�t gentle as they shoved his waist coat off. It caught on his arms for a moment before he shifted, casting it off without ever releasing her lips.

His shirt was next. Frantic fingers plucked at the buttons and tugged at the fabric, pulling it from the waist of his trousers. She groaned in frustration as she fumbled with the last buttons, her teeth sinking into his bottom lip in triumph when she finally managed to get her hands inside and on his skin.

�Touch me.� She pleaded, arching against him. The tiny pearl buttons on her blouse gave way beneath his fingers and he pushed the silk garment out of his way. Her breasts were encased in delicate white lace, the creamy flesh plumping over the top of the cups deliciously. �Lucius�please.�

He tucked his finger between her breasts and gave the bra a downward tug, the lace sliding lower until the cups were lodged beneath her breasts and the deep rose peaks of her nipples were bare to him.

�Beautiful.� He murmured as he cupped her, running his thumb over the nipple and watching it tighten further. He ran his tongue over the puckered little bud and she arched her back, pinching his nipple in answer. His tongue circled, flicked and twined around her nipple as she toyed with his, encouraging him.

She was so responsive, moaning and writhing beneath him, not content with simply letting him touch her, she had to reciprocate. He captured her nipple between his teeth, lightly raking them over it before sucking it hard into his mouth.

�More�suck me harder.� She groaned, arching her back and pressing her breast more tightly into his mouth. He released her with a wet popping sound and turned his attention to the other nipple, abusing it the same way and earning the same eager response. Soft hands slid from his chest down his stomach and then over the column of flesh still covered by his trousers. She traced the length of him with her fingers, squeezing him and rubbing her palm against him.

Her slim fitting black skirt was bunched at her thighs and he began to pull it up higher. She lifted her bottom, grinding her pelvis into his erection as she did, so he could bunch it at her waist. Simple white lace hugged her hips, a stark contrast to the black stockings that clung to her thighs. He didn�t take the time to admire the simple beauty of what she was wearing; he needed the barrier between them gone. He lifted off of her long enough to slide the knickers down her thighs and off before moving back over her, his fingers delving between her legs to test her readiness.

He ruffled the soft patch of curls covering her mound and then slid his fingers lower to the smooth, plump lips that were flowering open in anticipation of his touch. Hot, slick liquid bathed his fingertips as they danced over the delicate, nerve rich flesh. Her clit was tight, swollen and pulsing as he strummed it gently.

She was on fire. She could hear her blood rushing in her veins. Every nerve in her body seemed to be in hyper mode. His touch shouldn�t feel so good, it shouldn�t be so intense. Her body had never come alive so quickly, so fiercely before. With every touch the thread of magic connecting them grew stronger and she could feel his desire mingling with hers until it was just one, blazing ball of need threatening to consume them.

She fumbled with his belt and the buttons on his trousers, the placket of his fly proving a challenge to her questing fingers. She whimpered when the buckle finally slid free and her hands shook with need as she worked on his buttons. Apparently she was moving too slowly because he removed his fingers from her pussy and jerked open his trousers, the buttons bouncing off her inner thighs.

He shoved them down roughly, assisted by her impatient little hands until she could grab his arse in both hands and pull him to her. He reached between them, grasping his cock in his fist to steady himself as he pressed the tip against her wet entrance and thrust home in one solid stroke. His guttural �ungh� was accompanied by her high pitched keen as he joined their bodies.

Stocking clad thighs came up to hug his hips, her fingers digging into the muscled curve of his ass as he began to thrust, rock and grind his cock into her. No matter how he switched up the angle of his penetration he just couldn�t get deep enough. He needed to be a part of her, to merge not only with her body but with her heart, her soul. Control was just a memory as they moved together, sweaty, half clothed bodies straining against each other in a desperate drive towards release.

It was like nothing either of them had ever experienced. So raw, animalistic and so pure that it was almost unbearable. Hermione had never felt so full; she felt impaled, possessed, as though with the piercing of her body he had claimed her in some elemental way that would leave her forever changed. She couldn�t seem to get enough of him yet it almost seemed too much.

Lucius pushed himself up, balancing his weight on extended arms as he increased the tempo and strength of his thrusts. Over and over he withdrew to the tip only to plunge back into the fiery depths of her body. It had never been so intense, not even his first time had moved him so deeply. She was so tight, so hot and so slick, welcoming his body, his invasion, his possession with pure delight.

Her cries of passion and the sounds of their bodies making contact was a sweet symphony to his ears. How had he lived for so long without this? How had he not missed the sweet sounds of passion, the feel of a willing, responsive body moving in time with his?

�There�right there�don�t�oh�.don�t�.� Her urgent little pleas were lost as her head thrashed back and forth causing her hair to cling to her perspiring face and throat. He could feel her vagina tightening around him, the tension that stiffened her body. The thighs that clasped his hips began to tremble and her fingers dug deep furrows into his back. Then it was as if something snapped, her body bowed, her neck arched and a scream rent the air.

�Bloody hell�..ahhhhhhhh!� The silken glove of her sheathe clamped down hard around his cock, holding him tight within her as she began to pulse around him, each tight, undulating contraction of her muscles milking, caressing, stroking the length of him until his balls convulsed painfully and he released their offering inside her with a hoarse cry of his own.

He stayed within her until the pulsing stopped, then withdrew with a groan from both of them as their over sensitized flesh protested the friction. He relaxed on top of her, his head nestled against her breasts, his torso resting in the cradle of her hips. Their clothing was mussed, their bodies shimmering with a fine sheen of perspiration now cooling them as their breathing slowed to normal.

Hermione ran her fingers through his hair as he stared into the fire. They had crossed the line and become lovers. No matter that it was the most incredible, satisfying sexual experience either could remember, it was still wrong.

�Oh, Lucius. What have we done?� She whispered, closing her eyes and letting the tears come as Lucius said nothing. He simply held her tighter and tried to find the guilt he was sure he should feel.

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so here is the first bit of smut�..now another chapter because they go together��

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