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The Masked Lady	By : soldiersgirl0709 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Lucius/Hermione Views: 36030 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 7
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Chapter 18: Soft Moments

Outside the moon rose high in a cloudless sky spilling its light over the earth. Inside Malfoy Manor elves busily moved about cleaning and preparing the house for their persnickety Master and their new, kinder Mistress. At the far side of the house�s east wing Hermione and Lucius were cuddled into their bed cast in the soft glow of the television. Hermione wasn�t paying much attention to what was on the screen, she was too busy staring at his profile and trying to decipher her feelings.

She loved looking at him like that, so relaxed and happy. Every now and then his lips would twitch with a grin or a soft chuckle would escape. He really did love his television but she knew that he would never admit it in public. That was fine with her, it was something they shared between them, a lover�s secret. But did she love him? She loved sleeping with him, loved having him hold her, loved the way he looked at her and she loved the way she could feel his smile through a kiss when he was happy, but was that equal to loving him?

She thought about going back to her life without him and immediately felt tears pricking the backs of her eyes. She felt the pain in the center of her chest and she curled tighter against him and tucked her face into the side of his neck.

�Whoa�what�s wrong?� Lucius had felt her staring at him for the previous half hour then suddenly she was burrowing into him and hiding her face. Her behavior was strange and it worried him.

�Nothing, just hold me.� She said softly. The arm draped over his chest tightened and she curled her leg over his hips, for a moment he thought she might climb over top of him. He wrapped his arms around her and held her tight, smoothing his hand up and down her back.

�Hermione, Pet, what�s wrong?� He could feel her trembling slightly. �Did I do something to upset you?� He couldn�t think of anything but that didn�t mean much when dealing with a woman.

�No, you�ve been absolutely perfect.� She pressed her lips against his neck, kissing him softly.

�Something isn�t right, you normally don�t act like this, tell me what has you so upset.� He reached for his wand on the nightstand and turned off the television so he could focus on her.

�I don�t want you to leave me.� Her voice was muffled against the side of his neck. She felt like an idiot, a vulnerable, emotional idiot for saying it but he wanted to know.

�What? Why would I leave you?� Lucius was confused as he rolled her onto her back and leaned over her. �What has brought this on?�

�I don�t know�I�m confused. Draco asked me if I loved you�I don�t know the answer to that, Lucius and it has me all�.jumbled. I love so much about you, so much about being with you and the thought of being without you�� A strangled sound much like a sob escaped her and tears trickled from the corner of her eye. �I don�t want to be without you.�

Lucius didn�t know what to say. On one hand she was telling him that she may not love him but on the other she was weeping at thought of being without him, he was both humbled and a bit hurt. He caught her tears with the tips of his fingers and wiped them away, pushing her hair back from her face so he could look at her.

�You aren�t going to be without me, Hermione. This thing between us happened very fast and it is somewhat�surreal, I suppose. It�s going to take time for us and everyone else to get used to it. You don�t have to love me right now, Pet. It�s okay if you don�t and it�s okay if you don�t know, there is no hurry, neither of us is going anywhere.� He kissed the end of her nose and smiled down at her. �Just promise me one thing.�

�What is that?� She asked on a sniffle.

�When you realize that you do, don�t keep it to yourself, tell me.� He said quietly.

�When? That�s a rather arrogant assumption.� She teased gently, her fingertips stroking down the bridge of his nose.

�Make no mistakes about it, Pet, I want you to love me, I want it very much and when you do I want to hear it often.� When her fingers touched his lips he nipped at them lightly then nuzzled his cheek into her palm. He loved for her to touch him, he felt like a bloody cat when she did, always moving into her touch and wanting more.

�And you?� She fished, curious about his feelings as well.

�You have had my heart from the beginning. There is no pressure, don�t try to force your feelings. I�m here when you are ready.� He nearly purred when her nails scratched over his scalp.

�Once more you have managed to surprise me.� She said, smiling at the way he moved his head to get more of her touch.

�I hope it is always so, because you never cease to amaze me.� His body shuddered as her touch gave him chills. She laughed and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him down until their lips nearly met.

�Make love to me, Lucius.� She raised her head just an inch and pressed her lips against his, taking his lips in a kiss so tender that his skin prickled. He returned her kiss as he always did, with equal tenderness, wanting her to feel him. He loved her, he didn�t doubt it for a moment because he had never loved another, had never felt anything quite like what he felt for her but he was hesitant to trust it because it came so quickly, so easily.

Maybe he wasn�t ready to say the words but he could show her what she meant to him through his touch, his kiss, the sharing of his body with hers. His hands on her skin were soft and light, gently caressing her from neck to hip in a slow sweep down then back up, cupping her breast and squeezing tenderly. More emotion was generated by the kiss they shared than by any words ever spoken. Lucius wasn�t a saint by any stretch of the imagination, there had been women in his past, a lot of women, but not one, not even his wife, had pulled such deep emotion from him. For a long time he had believed himself incapable of romantic love and he was grateful for the gift of realization she had given him.

He caressed her nipple, brushing his fingertips over the puckered tip and pebbled areola with a featherlight caress. She arched into his touch silently pleading for more as her tongue danced with his. He reluctantly released her lips to trail soft, damp kisses over her chin and down the silky arch of her throat. His mouth journeyed over her collarbones and down into the sweet valley between her breasts. He was intoxicated by the sweet, natural scent of her skin. Over the mounds of her breasts his tongue traveled to the pouting nipple begging for attention. He licked slowly, circling it, rubbing it with the flat of his tongue before suckling gently while his fingers manipulated the other, plumping it and preparing it for his mouth.

He nursed at her breasts for several long moments, switching between them and lavishing them with affection before slowly making his way down her torso. He nibbled along the curve of her waist, nipping at the softness of her belly and the slight jut of her hipbones. She was moving sensuously beneath his meandering lips, stretching and arching her body in fluid, languid undulations as she sighed and whimpered softly. He laid his hand on the inside of her thigh and urged her legs open lowering his head and pressing a kiss against the swollen lips of her sex.

He heard her rough cry and felt the slow roll of her hips as she encouraged him to continue. He tickled her dewy slit with the tip of his tongue, getting the first taste of her sweet, slippery nectar before burrowing deeper and finding the tight pearl that was the seat of her pleasure. He toyed with it, flicking his tongue back and forth, circling it and suckling gently as she rocked against his mouth. He felt her quiver against his lips and then the sharp bite of her nails in his shoulders.

�No�ah�.stop�.� She contradicted herself, asking him to stop while still pressing her hips up. �Inside me�.I want to come with you inside me�please.� Her fingers dug into his shoulders as she urged him up to lie between her thighs. She wrapped her arms and legs around him, her heels digging into his muscular backside and pulling him closer.

�Hermione�� Lucius groaned her name as he sank slowly into her heat, the taste of her desire still wet on his lips. He closed his eyes and let his head fall back as he slowly drew his cock back and then pressed forward again through her clasping flesh.

�Kiss me, please, I need you to kiss me.� She cupped the back of his neck and pulled his head down until their lips met, returning to the slow, tender kiss of earlier. He couldn�t begin to understand what had brought about this vulnerable side of her but he knew that she needed him. Somehow he sensed her need to feel connected to him, to feel how much he cared for her and he needed to show her.

He moved within her, the slow and easy friction of his cock inside her moving in tandem with his tongue in her mouth. It was by no means the best sex they had had but it was certainly the most intense. There was so much emotion, need and vulnerability churning between them, mingling with the passion and making the intensity almost unbearable. As his climax neared he pulled his lips from hers and stared into her eyes, connecting with her as they moved together. The words were there on the tip of his tongue and the emotion was pulsing within him with every beat of his heart but they were never said.

She quivered in his arms, her sex pulsing around him as she peaked, her legs trembling and her back arching as he pumped into her until he joined her, spilling inside her with a series of soft groans before letting his weight rest on her in sated bliss. She never protested when he remained on top of her after making love, in fact she would wrap herself around him and hold him tight, stroking his back and his hair gently as they came down from their high. He smiled and sighed when he felt her fingers run through his hair.

�Feel better?� He asked softly, shifting his weight so that she wasn�t bearing the brunt of it.

�I always do when you make love to me.� She said quietly. �Do you think me a sap now?�

�No.� He chuckled. �Everyone has their moments of vulnerability, Pet, their moments of confusion when they just cant contain themselves.� He propped himself up on his elbows and looked down at her. Her cheeks were flushed and her lips swollen. Her hair was a tangled mess around her head but to him she was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. �I kind of like you all emotional and needy. It makes me feel needed, like only I can give you what you need.�

�You are the only man who has ever given me what I need. You make me happy and I feel complete in a way I never have. It freaks me out a little when I think about it too much.� Her brow was furrowed as she spoke and traced his lips with the tip of her index finger.

�Then don�t think about it too much, at least not the parts that have you�freaked out. I am glad I make you happy, Hermione, because you make me happy too. Happier than I have ever been.� He kissed her then, lightly brushing his lips over hers before he rolled off of her and settled them beneath the covers. He rolled her onto her side and then spooned up behind her and held her tight. �It will all be okay, Pet. You�ll see, we will be just fine and I think�I think that what we have, what we will have, will surprise us and everyone else before it is all said and done.� He kissed the back of her neck and she snuggled back against him.

�Just hold me tighter, don�t let me go.� She mumbled sleepily.

�With pleasure.�

AN:This short, emotional little chapter is for Utopia. She likes to see the softer side of the relationship. =)

You guys have been hilarious to read on the review board, I have to say, I love it when you get into a story and theories abound...this will play out its course very soon....3 more chapters so hold onto your hats, they will be fast, furious and I will tell you a secret...one hell of catfight ensues.....but there is more Lucius waiting in the wings as always...not as exciting as Masked Lady but so far very funny according to my pre-reader and probably biggest fan and freind for almost 13 years, 'DaisyMaeEvans'......so, My absence between stories will be short as I am anxious to get down and dirty with Snape again....hehe

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