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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: I'm back!! As stated in my other fic, sorry it took so long, lost some files on my computer and it's been along road getting up the will to restart things. But your reviews and encouragement won me over and gave me the drive I needed. So this chapter is for you all! Thanks!! Enjoy!

Chapter 20: Lust and Levitation
Scabior woke with a smile, feeling Lexington idly tracing her fingers along his chest. She looked up when he sighed, her gaze languid, her eyes too blue. She gave a sleepy smile and his chest constricted. There was no way in hell he'd ever be able to get enough of her, he'd been kidding himself all along thinking that he'd be able to hand her over once he'd had her. He was almost glad that Ben had discovered that they couldn't tell the Dark Lord about her. As they'd discussed previously it gave him a legitimate excuse to keep her with him indefinitely.
Lexington watched his eyes darken slightly, confusion stirring within her. What was he thinking? She wished, not for the first time, that she was capable of reading him the way he could with her. But she could never tell what his emotions were hinting at. Was he upset with her for making him tell her his secret? She let her gaze drop to his chest. Had he not enjoyed himself last night? She thought he had, but she really had nothing to compare it to, to use as a reference point.
Pushing away the thoughts of the Dark Lord and Ben, Scabior returned his attention to her. She was studying his chest, her mouth pressed into a small frown, that damn little pout back in the one corner. Something obviously had her worried.
He pulled her face up to his and kissed her softly, “I told you you'd beg me to take you, didn't I?” he murmured against her lips.
Lexington groaned and hid her face against his chest. She had completely forgotten about that conversation. And she most definitely had begged him last night, at the end.
She could practically hear him smirking, “It's nothin' to be ashamed of, luv, I knew it would happen eventually. I'm irresistible.”
She scoffed, “Sure you are,” glad that he was at least making light of the situation and trying to make her laugh.
“Actually,” he amended, his voice turning sultry, “it's you that's irresistible. I'm just persistent.”
Before she could answer he was kissing her again, his hand roving to her butt and pushing her into him. She inhaled sharply when she felt his cock, already hard, pressing against her thigh. It had only been mere hours since they'd first had sex, and he was ready to go again? Part of her was already humming in anticipation, the other part of her was wracking her brain for any mention her school friends had made of their boyfriends wanting a second go around so soon.
She realized the bedroom gossip she'd heard in the dorm wasn't going to be of much help to her here. Scabior was very different from the boys she went to school with, and it was becoming glaringly obvious that he had more experience in this than they did.
“What are you thinkin' about?”
Lexington realized he had stopped running his hands along her butt and was just staring at her curiously. “Who say's I'm thinking anything,” she retorted.
Scabior's lips twitched, “I do, you're pouting, which means you're thinkin'.”
She narrowed her eyes at him, marginally, but it was enough to make him laugh.
“See, there you go again. That's your thinkin' face.” He brushed some hair off her cheek and tilted her chin up so he could look her directly in the eyes, “So, I'll ask again. What are you thinkin' about?”
Lexington fought an internal battle with herself. She didn't really want to tell him she'd been thinking about his cock and how it was already hard, or how she was mentally comparing him to the school boys, or how she was realizing how vastly out of her depths she was with him. She didn't want to, they may have had sex and overcome that obstacle but that didn't mean she had feelings for him or wanted to tell him her secrets. She didn't want to, but part of her knew he would get those secrets from her anyway, he always did, so was there really a point in trying not to tell him.
His fingers tightened on her chin, “I'm waitin', Lex.”
She glanced up at him, pretending innocence, “For what?”
His eyes flickered, “For you to answer my question.”
“I wasn't thinking anything, not really...” she began, when his lips crashed onto hers, preventing any further comment on her part.
Scabior rolled so he was on top of her, incensed that she was still trying to lie to him. Before she even had time to react he had her wrists bound to the head board and his lips trailed their way down to her ear.
Lexington gasped as his tongue flicked across her skin, sending shivers down her spine.
“Don' lie to me, luv,” he growled softly against her neck, adding a small bite to prove his point, “You know I don' like it.”
His fingers found her sides and she arched involuntarily, “S-sorry,” she managed to breath out.
“Now, let's play a little game,” he leaned back and looked at her, “you tell me the truth an' I'll be real nice to you...” His words were accompanied by him sliding his fingers across her stomach to dip between her legs, ghosting over her inner thighs as he slid them back up towards her folds.
Her breath hitched and all she could do was nod, wanting him to touch her there. Needing him to touch her there. God's, how could she be so turned on by him already?
“But, if you lie to me...” He brought his hand up to her breast, squeezing it gently in his palm before he tweaked her nipple, hard, making her cry out sharply. “If you lie to me I will not be that gentle.”
Lexington was dumbfounded, her nipple still twinging slightly. How could that have hurt that much and still turned her on more? She saw through his 'game' right away. Either way he was guaranteeing she would end up a trembling pile of lust beneath him, which meant she would be spilling her secrets in no time.
“Now then, first question,” Scabior murmured, loving the way her body always responded just how he wanted it to. “You were thinkin' abou' somethin' weren't you?”
All she could do was nod, his hand having returned to part her folds and let his finger glide agonizingly close to her clit.
Scabior smirked, Merlin, she was easy to get answers from. He bent to kiss her softly as his finger rubbed her clit, forcing a moan from her lips as her hips rocked forwards.
“Very good, luv,” he whispered, “very good,” not sure if he was complimenting her answer, or her reaction.
“Next question. What were you thinkin' about?” he let his fingers still, waiting for her answer.
Lexington bit her lip, frustrated that he'd stopped. “You,” she panted, “I was thinking about you.”
His fingers moved again and she rolled her hips, trying to get his fingers where she wanted them most.
“Good girl,” Scabior mumbled, exercising all of his control as she writhed beneath him. It was so tempting to just give her what she wanted, to give in and take her fully again. But he couldn't, not yet.
He withdrew his hand slightly, so that she couldn't move her hips and rub herself on his fingers, because that is exactly what she was trying to do. He withdrew, and he waited.
Lexington almost growled. Why? Why was he torturing her like this? Her eyes met his and she scowled when all he did was raise an eyebrow. A silent question. One she knew she would answer if it got him to move his fingers back.
“I was wondering about,” his finger slid back between her folds and dipped inside her, an instant reward for the answer she offered. But, damn, it made it hard to form sentences. “About h-how you could be h-hard again.... ugh.... again so... so soon.”
Scabior chuckled, “You little vixen, thinkin' about my cock, were you?”
“Mmhmm,” she agreed readily, as he slipped a second finger inside her, thrusting just slow enough to be torturous.
“Thinkin' about this?”
Suddenly his hand was gone and she felt the head of his shaft rub along her slit, parting the folds and nudging her clit.
“Y-yesss,” she hissed tossing her head back and trying to wrench her hands away from the head board, wanting to pull him to her.
“To answer your question,” he said as he hovered over her, teasing her entrance, “I was hard already because I woke up to someone who couldn't keep their hands off me.”
“W-what?” she asked, startled into a more coherent frame of mind, “because of me?”
He kissed her passionately, making her toes curl, “Yes, you, Lexi. Do you have any idea how tempting it was wakin' up to you trailin' your damned fingers across my chest?”
Lexington just blinked at him. She had done that to him? That quickly? Just by touching him?
“Unbind my hands.”
“What?”
“Unbind my hands,” she repeated, firmly.
It was Scabior's turn to be miffed, “Why?” Surely she hadn't changed her mind? Not with him nestled so perfectly between her legs, millimetres from being inside her. He wasn't sure he could stand that.
“Because I want to touch you,” she stated simply. Then as a blush stained her cheeks she added, “If that's the reaction I get from just my fingers on your chest... I want to see what else.... what else I can make you do.”
Scabior groaned loudly, dropping his head to her shoulder. He counted to three slowly, steadying his breathing. “You are goin' to be the death of me, Lex.”
His breath tickled her collarbone, and she could feel his cock twitch against her core every few seconds. She was going to be the death of him? She suspected he had that backwards.
“Please, unbind my hands,” she asked, desperately.
“No,” came his simple reply.
“Why?” she said, wriggling her hips, trying to get him to move again.
“Because if I do, I don't think I'll be able to control myself.”
“What if I don't want you to?”
Scabior fought to maintain his composure. Her words were undoing him almost as much as her body was. It was heaven and hell all at the same time. “Luv, I don't think either of us are ready for that.”
“Speak for yourself,” she growled, finally getting impatient and hooking her right leg over his hip and pulling herself up towards him. That motion caused his cock to plunge into her and she moaned loudly. She felt him shudder as he cursed and began to move with her, thrusting deep and hitting a spot inside her that made her scream.
Scabior struggled to keep an even pace, but every ragged breath she drew threatened to shatter his control. He didn't want to hurt her, but damn, he needed her so badly it was almost painful. Each thrust into her hot, wet channel had her whimpering and her breasts were bouncing deliciously. Grabbing one he palmed it roughly, eliciting a gasp that he caught with his mouth as it descended on hers.
Lexington couldn't breath, couldn't focus, she was so lost in the waves of what felt like fire flowing over her every time his hips met hers. His fingers pinched her already pebbled nipple and she let out a sob of need, breaking the kiss to throw her head back. His lips immediately fell on her neck, wrenching another gasp from her lungs as his teeth grazed her skin.
“Sc-scabior,” she mewled, needing something more, but not knowing what more there could be, “please....”
His hand left her breast and roughly dragged her left leg up and around his hip, so that her legs were fully encircling his waist. The angle created by having both her legs around him let him push further into her than he had before, the head of his cock stroking along a small spongy area inside her each time he thrust in and out.
The feelings coiling inside Lexington exploded, and waves of pure bliss shuddered through her core, sending lightening to her very fingertips. Her heels dug into his back as he thrust one last time, burying himself to the hilt and emptying his seed into her, gasping against her collarbone, trying to regain some form of rational thought.
He leaned back to look at her, her eyes hazy and dazed, “You okay, luv?”
Her only reply was a small smile as she reached up to press her lips to his. She was more than okay, but she couldn't seem to catch her breath to form the words to reassure him.
The kiss started out as a soft one, meant more to sooth him than anything else, but it quickly turned heated again when Lexington found that her hands were now unbound. She twined the fingers of one hand into his hair, and the other found his side, pulling him closer. She felt his cock twitch inside her as he inhaled sharply and pulled away from her.
“Again?!” she exclaimed wide eyed. How many times could he go in a row she suddenly wondered?
Scabior cursed and removed himself from the bed, out of her reach and out of temptations way. “Yes, again!” he growled, watching her pull the blankets to her chest as she sat up in bed, “if you'd stop bein' so god damned tempting, then maybe I'd stand a chance of behavin' better than a cursed school boy.”
She couldn't keep her eyes off him as he dragged on his boxers and trousers, he really was fit and she was almost sad to see him cover up all those muscles. She remarked absently, as he pulled his shirt over his head, “School boys can't go that many times.”
Scabior froze, one hand extended for his coat on the chair back, “What?” How the hell would she know that? He knew first hand she'd never been with anyone but him. “And what do you know of how many times school boys can go?”
Lexington watched his eyes flash dangerously, she really should think before she spoke. “Just what I've heard in the dorms at school. Some of the other girls, they...” she blushed, “they were, um, more experienced than me.”
He walked purposefully towards her, leaning on the bed as he kissed her fiercely, his teeth biting her lower lip. “Good,” he said, staring at her hungrily, “an' by the way, I like that you aren't experienced, as you put it. Means I get to teach you, an' I'm rather fond of that idea.”
Her colour intensified as he walked away from her and through the tent door. He'd certainly taught her a lot since she'd been there and she couldn't believe how much she wanted to learn more. Couldn't believe how readily her body responded to him now, now that she'd stopped fighting him. She sighed, gazing dejectedly at the tent flap, she really should still be trying to resist him. He still was a snatcher. And not even 12 hours ago, she had been, but after last night, and this morning, she found she had wholeheartedly forgiven him. Whether or not that was a wise thing to do, remained to be seen, but for now, the pleasure was certainly worth it.
The tent flap rustled and Scabior reappeared with a try of food. Placing it on the table he turned, “I gotta get to work, luv. I'll see you later.”
He didn't trust himself to be able to leave if he crossed the room to her to say goodbye. She was sitting cross-legged on his bed, blankets strewn around her, one thin one clutched to herself, covering her breasts. But he could see all of her back, the skin there pale and soft. So soft. And her hair was mussed, from sleep and from his hands in it. It hung around her shoulders, practically begging him to brush it aside and taste the skin underneath. He swallowed, he needed to leave, or he'd never be able to.
“Oh, an' by the way, you've got company,” he pointed towards the wood stove, “Make sure they're gone by the time I get back.”
“What?” Lexington scrambled towards the foot of the bed and glanced down. Curled up with Gawaine, almost right under the wood stove, was a family of hedgehogs. She could count one momma and at least three young ones, their little noses sticking out from amongst Gawaine's tail tuft. She smiled, “How cute!”
Scabior grit his teeth, and looked at the ceiling, she'd abandoned the blankets and now perched fully exposed and naked at the foot of his bed, peering over the end at the bundle of fluff and spikes. Her arse was resting on her heels, her slim legs folded under her, and he could just see the swell of a breast as it was squashed between the foot board and her chest.
“Just make sure they're gone,” he repeated, turning.
“Wait!”
Scabior pinched the bridge of his nose, not daring to turn around.
“Th-they can't leave, not today. It's too cold outside, they'll freeze. They probably came in here to get away from the storm. It's not usually this cold so soon, it probably caught them off guard.”
He could tell from her voice that she was pleading with him, begging him to allow them to stay. He knew if he turned he'd be met with blue eyes, swimming with questions. Eyes that he would not be able to resist.
“Scabior?” she asked, her voice small, barely more than a whisper.
He sighed, he needed to leave. Now. Before he dragged her back to bed. “Fine, they can stay.” And with that he swept out of the tent.
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Lexington spent her morning getting acquainted with the hedgehogs. Once she had hastily pulled on some clothes and sat on the floor near the stove they emerged from Gawaine's fur to say hello. The babies came forward eagerly and Lexington could now clearly see that there were five little ones. The momma hedgehog came waddling after her young, nose twitching along the girls out stretched fingers as she smelled her.
“Alright, little ones. Who's hungry?”
As soon as the words were out of her mouth Gawaine unfolded himself and sauntered towards the table. Lexington couldn't help the laugh that escaped her. Of course her kneazle was hungry. He was always hungry.
She ate her portion quietly, watching the hedgehogs and Gawaine devour some eggs she'd put down for them. Her thoughts kept drifting back to the events of last night. Part of her brain still hadn't processed what had happened.
Her eyes drifted to the bed, the sheets and blankets in complete disarray. She'd done it. She'd actually done it. She had had sex with him and the two halves of her brain were warring with each other. Part of her still baffled that she'd let that happen, that she'd wanted it. And would probably... no... would definitely want to do it again. With him. That was the most baffling part. He was a snatcher. She shouldn't want him at all! But after everything they'd shared in this tent, all the secrets they'd gotten from each other, all the emotions that got tossed around, all the times he'd tried to persuade her, was it really so surprising that she'd caved.
Tearing her gaze away from the bed, she saw the puzzle box on the table where she'd left it. She picked it up and examined it. This was another confusing thing. Why had he brought her this as a present? She knew why he'd brought her a present. He'd been trying to get her to forgive him. But why this? A puzzle would keep her from being bored, plus it had wolves on it, and he clearly knew she loved animals. Had he put that much thought into picking it, or had it simply been something he passed on his way through town? Whatever the reason, she couldn't wait to start it.
Sighing she looked over to the desk, with it's customary stack of maps and papers. She really should practice some wandless magic. Having sex with him didn't change the fact that she still had to leave. Her friends needed her. The war needed her.
But if she didn't start the puzzle he might know she was up to something. He wasn't stupid after all. He was actually too smart for his own good. He'd put two and two together, she'd been excited enough about it last night that he'd want to know why she hadn't even started it. Surely one more day of not practising wouldn't hurt, or at least part of a day.
Making up her mind, Lexington quickly cleared her plate off the table and opened the box. Dumping the contents out she began sorting through the pieces, finding all the edge pieces.
Several hours later she sat back and admired her work. She had the entire edge done and a decent amount of the rest of the puzzle. She squinted at the canvas above her, trying to determine what time of day it was. She suspected it was cloudy out though, as the canvas didn't show any signs of sunlight. But she wasn't hungry again yet, which meant that it must only be late morning or early afternoon.
Stretching as she stood she looked at the puzzle again. That should be enough to convince him she'd worked on it for most of the day. She'd just pretend she was slower at puzzles than she actually was, and she could say she wanted to do some reading too. Satisfied that he would accept those answers she walked over to the desk and pulled out the wandless magic book.
White and black fur entered her line of sight as Gawaine jumped up onto the desk and started swiping two pieces of parchment towards her.
“Let me guess, you want me to practise levitating more than one piece of paper again?” she asked the small creature.
A flick of his tail was the only answer she received as he sat down and watched her pointedly.
“Okay, okay,” she huffed, “I get it. I'll never get through the barrier if I don't make enough things float to cover myself. But how do we even know this is going to work? What if even surrounded by paper it knows I'm me and I can't get through?”
Gawaine looked at the papers, then turned to stare at the door, letting out a soft meow as he did.
“You want me to try to get through?!” she exclaimed.
The kitten bobbed his head, purring.
“Uh uh... no way... not a chance, young sir!”
A small growl reached her ears, and she continued, “No! You know as well as I do that he knows when I try to get through the wards! And look what happened last time! I am not taking that chance... not until I know I can levitate enough to surround myself. I've only got one chance at this, Gawaine.”
The small kitten let his ears fall as he dropped his gaze to the papers.
Reaching out she rubbed his head, “I'm sorry, Gawaine, I want out of here just as much as you. But I'm not ready to risk it yet. We need to be sure this will work.”
Turning her attention back to the papers on the desk, Lexington got to work. Pushing her magic towards the pages she attempted to lift two of them into the air.
She was so shocked when they both immediately floated upwards that she gasped and dropped them. She'd only ever been able to do one at a time before! Trying again she reached out and they both flew several feet into the air.
“Gawaine! Look!” she cried.
She risked a glance at the creature, he was staring at the floating pages, ears perked forward. Looking back she expected to see them a little lower, they'd always dropped a little when she'd shifted her concentration before. But not this time. They both hung right where they had been before she looked away.
Movement caught her attention and she looked down again. Gawaine was pushing a third piece of paper towards the edge of the desk.
Wordlessly, Lexington reached out with her mind and tried to levitate that piece too. Gritting her teeth when nothing happened, Lexington tightened her grip on the arm of the chair, focusing hard on the third piece as Gawaine steadily inched it towards the edge.
It teetered on the edge of the desk and Gawaine looked up at her as he reached out a paw and swatted it one last time. Her knuckles white, Lexington managed to catch it for all of three seconds before it dropped again and floated to the floor.
Quickly glancing up she was relieved to see that the other two pieces were still where she'd left them.
“Well, at least we know I can divide my attention a little bit now without dropping everything.”
Gawaine let out a rumbling purr and leapt to the floor, grabbed the piece of paper and hopped back up onto the desk. Putting it down he started to repeat the procedure, slowly patting the paper towards the edge of the desk.
By the end of the day, not only had Lexington managed to float four pieces of paper simultaneously, but she could bend those pieces into shapes. She'd tried building a sheath around her arm, which had been the easy part. Keeping the parchment next to her arm while she'd moved had been the hard part. Not only did she have to keep them floating, but she had to focus on all of them at the same time and figure out how they moved in relation to each other and her arm. All in all, the afternoon had been rewarding, but extremely exhausting.
She knew it was early but she just couldn't keep her eyes open any longer. Changing into one of Scabior's t-shirts she climbed into the bed, part of her relieved beyond measure that she didn't need to sleep in her chair anymore. Within minutes she was asleep.
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Scabior couldn't help but smile when he entered the tent. Even though he was exhausted, the sight of Lexington curled up in bed was enough to make his heart beat faster. His eyes had immediately gone to her chair and for all of a millisecond he had panicked when she wasn't there. He'd calmed as soon as he'd seen her in bed, her hair splayed out across the pillows and one arm thrown over her face.
Quickly changing, he cleaned up and eagerly slipped into bed beside her. As soon as his weight shifted the mattress she sighed and rolled towards him. He swallowed as he lay completely still, flat on his back, letting her get comfortable. She mumbled something that he couldn't make out as her cheek settled on his shoulder and her hand slid across his chest.
Checking that she was still asleep he peered at her face and felt his heart slam into his ribs as she let out another tiny sigh and the smallest sleepy smile graced her lips.
He dropped his head back to the pillow when he felt her leg slip over his own as she shifted one last time. Every fibre of his being wanted to kiss her awake and have his way with her. Again. But he knew they both needed sleep. Plus, it had been less than a day since she'd finally given in and they'd had sex. He should be able to go longer than that without needing to have her again. He'd gone months without female company before, for Merlin's sake! What was it about this girl that was so addicting to him? Would he ever be able to have enough of her?
Forcing himself to relax, Scabior focused on the sounds in the tent. He could hear Lexington breathing. Hell, he could feel her breathing, light little puffs against his chest. Listening further away he heard something rustle near the wood stove. Focusing on that he was able to just barely pick up tiny snuffles of multiple tiny creatures and a slightly louder more regular breathing. That would be Gawaine and the new additions, the hedgehogs.
Rolling his eyes, Scabior wondered about that too. How had he gone from having a perfectly peaceful, quiet tent to willingly letting whatever creature she wanted stay there? Was he really that big of a pushover? Shifting his attention back to the breathing beside him, he realized that he was with her. It suddenly hit him that he'd let her keep whatever pets she wanted if it kept her in his bed. Groaning softly, he closed his eyes. What was she doing to him?
Sleep was a long time coming to him, as thought after thought chased itself around his brain. All of them about the girl laying snuggled into his side, blissfully unaware of his inner turmoil.
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