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A/N: Wow. Got this done way faster than usual. Whoohoo! Hopefully the Snape chapter after this will come just as quickly. I need to add some things to it.
Nightstar: :) I do enjoy keeping people warm. Thank you so much for the story love <3
DS: "It seems to work fine here but would many people be comfortable with both?"--I don't know. I'm not sure what the numbers are concerning switches.
"I can so imagine you being enticed by a lascivious leek or a prurient parsnip :P"--Moi? You know I only date bananas :)
"Kilojuices?"--Bahahaha! I bet I could keep our house lit for days.
29—Ornaments
“If I gave you diamonds and pearls . . .”—Prince
(Lucius) 
The bedroom began to spin. Damn. That couldn't be good.
Lucius tore his mouth from hers, his need for air finally surpassing his libido. Apparently he wasn’t the only one in need of more oxygen; as soon as their lips parted, she gasped in a frantic lungful and stood there panting and blinking as if she couldn’t focus. He knew how she felt.
Lucius loved seeing her so turned on, so absorbed in the pleasure that she forgot herself and became the very embodiment of desire. She looked bloody beautiful—her hair swept up to show off the earrings he’d gotten her, her naked body warm and vibrant against the cool silver wallpaper. He’d just finished removing the last of her clothing when he got sidetracked by the crimson flush creeping up her chest and neck. And then her mouth touched his, and he’d forgotten why they’d even come upstairs. Those lips of hers were extraordinarily distracting.
He wasn’t sure how long he’d been snogging her against the bedroom wall, but it had been long enough that his cock had begun to weep for clemency. Her attempts to liberate him from knob-chafing trouser hell had been woefully unsuccessful. His shirt was unbuttoned but only half untucked, and she’d gotten his belt open but hadn’t yet freed him from the evil clutches his tyrannical zipper.
And judging by that dazed glaze in her eyes, she might not even remember what the word zipper meant. He was in for a long night.
Thank Merlin.
Lucius trailed his fingers along her pink cheek and brushed his lips against hers, inwardly groaning when her warm breath ghosted over his mouth. Every cell in his body was attuned to her presence, resulting in an overstimulated state of maddening arousal. He pressed his forehead to hers to still his bubbling brain. “What would you like to listen to tonight?”
Her tongue snaked out and slicked his lower lip before she answered, “Beethoven.”
“You always say Beethoven.”
“You always pick Wagner. It’s like we're shagging in a war movie.”
Chuckling under his breath, Lucius conceded with a nod. “Beethoven’s too depressing. How about Rachmaninov?”
“Yes, but don’t turn it up too loud. I like to hear you.”
“Hmmm,” he purred. “I never have any problems hearing you.”
Her chagrined smile was one of semi-embarrassment but mostly amusement. “Would you prefer me to restrain my groans the way you do?”
“Most certainly not. And I’m not restraining anything.”
“Then why do you clench your teeth so hard?”
Perceptive little witch. “Habit.”
Her grin widened, and she tickled her fingers along his jaw. “I wish you’d stop. You're going to get TMJ. And I keep telling you, I like to hear you.”
Lucius didn’t know if he had the same capacity for unrestrained expression that she did. He wanted to let loose, but the first thing a Slytherin learns is to never reveal anything that might be used against him. Draco seemed to have missed that lesson—or he’d become so self-indulgent that he didn’t care. But Lucius had always maintained a safe distance from others. Not even Narcissa had scaled his carefully-constructed fortress; but she’d been raised on the same principles, so she never pushed the issue. They knew how to love one another while maintaining some secrets. Overt honesty was messy and dangerous—two things they both avoided at all costs.
Hermione had been encouraging him to open up since they’d started dating, but the very notion left him queasy. He disclosed the bare minimum, and he supplemented his shortcomings with gifts, which he hoped would keep her satisfied. Or at least distracted.
Lucius knew how stiff the competition was—literally—and he knew that if he was going to win her over, he needed to showcase his strongest assets. Maybe he wasn’t as effusive as Draco or as brilliant as Snape, but he could provide for her, and he could sweep her off her feet in ways that his son and lover couldn’t. He would have to make himself indispensable, because he didn’t even want to imagine his life returning to its pre-Hermione banality. It wasn’t just the stupendous fucking; Lucius wanted her to be a part of his life. No one pushed him to be a better man the way Granger did. No one cared enough to try. Well . . . Snape cared, he just didn’t encourage Lucius to grow or change; they were both inured to the other’s flaws after so many years together. 
But while all that growth and change frightened Lucius at every turn, he couldn’t deny that he was beginning to catch glimpses of a world he’d never seen before—one of light and joy. A world wrought by Hermione.
And that was priceless.
His musings left him wondering how she was faring with Draco and Severus. While Lucius didn’t fully understand her attraction to Draco, it was obvious that the two of them worked well together. That had rankled him at first. He didn’t want to admit that he might have been wrong about Draco’s chances, mostly because that would mean his own chances weren’t as solid as he’d assumed. But her fondness for Draco didn’t seem to lessen her interest in Lucius or Severus, and as the months passed, Lucius grudgingly adapted to the idea of sharing her with his son.
He still wasn’t sure how she could stomach Draco’s incessant neediness, but their involvement seemed to be doing wonders for both of them, which left Lucius questioning his own contributions to her welfare. Just because she was improving his life didn’t mean he was improving hers. What if Draco was a better fit for a young, warmhearted witch like Hermione? That was a bitter concept to swallow.
But when he “jokingly” asked her what she saw in a greedy, old grouch such as himself, she vociferously insisted that she loved spending time with him and had never met another man who could squeeze every ounce of pleasure out of life the way he could. She told him he’d renewed her love for culture and reminded her how grateful she was to be alive in such a wonderful world.
Lucius was touched by her words, but he wished he had something more tangible to prove their compatibility. He had no idea what that might be, but he longed for some kind of assurance of longevity.
Perhaps that was just something that would come with time. He certainly never had any doubts about Severus sticking around. Was that simply because his oldest friend had proven himself faithful at every turn? Or had there been an instance where Lucius had suddenly just known that Severus would always be a part of him? He tried to think back, but his time at school was becoming more of a blur as he tacked on the years. Lucius was just relieved that, despite their co-dating of Granger, there was no love lost between them. Severus still came over once a week, and they still fucked the hell out of each other just like the old days. If anything, they were becoming closer, what with having Hermione in common and both of them being invigorated by the novelty of a new relationship.
And he was glad they’d found a witch who didn’t seem to mind their involvement. Hell, “didn’t mind” was too mild. She couldn't get enough. When she did gather the courage to ask him about Snape, it was usually a hesitant question about how they did things sexually. He had the urge to tell her every sordid detail just to see her pupils dilate with arousal. But he didn’t. He was as lascivious as possible while revealing as little as he could.
Lucius wasn’t totally sure what was happening between Hermione and the other two. Severus only mentioned her in passing, almost as if they were acquaintances rather than lovers. Lucius didn’t want to pry, but he was damn curious. Hermione talked about Snape obliquely if prodded, but she never just brought him up out of the blue. At first Lucius had interpreted her silence as validation that she preferred him over Severus or Draco, but he slowly began to see that it was kindness that kept her quiet. She didn’t want to hurt anyone’s feelings.
That was the sort of witch she was. She didn’t use their jealousy to manipulate them; she went out of her way to keep the peace. To make them happy. Or at least she was making him happy. If Draco’s moronic mooning was any indication, he was happy too. Severus was impossible to read. Jubilation and misery were pretty much the same on that face.
Although . . . he had noticed a lift in Snape’s usual scowl. Perhaps she was working her way under the Potion master’s skin too. The thought brought an unexpected smile to Malfoy’s lips.
Flicking his wand at the phonograph, Lucius started the music. The sound filled the room from every angle, leaving them swimming in the soft serenade of a piano and its stringed companions.
“I got you something to wear,” he whispered, sliding his hand along her naked hip.
Hermione sighed and gave him a look of exasperation. “How many times do I have to tell you to stop buying me stuff? I’m starting to feel like a high-priced call girl.”
“For your information, I didn’t buy it. And I know how much you object to my gifts, so I found a loophole.”
“Oh really?” she countered with a smirk. “What kind of loophole?”
He took her hand and led her over to the bureau. Several flat velvet cases were set out, and he touched the smallest one. “I’m not giving these to you—I just want you to wear them. A harmless game of dress up.”
“Dress up?” she said, sounding curious. “Will you be dressing up too? I’ve always wondered what you’d look like in a matador’s cape.”
Lucius ran his hand down his face, holding back the snort tickling his sinuses. “Perhaps some other time. Tonight I want you to be my princess.”
Lifting the case’s lid, he revealed an array of diamond and pearl bracelets. One was studded with rubies, and another was speckled with emeralds. A little Gryffindor for her, and a little Slytherin for him. Her eyes went wide as he pulled out the thickest diamond cuff.
“I can’t wear that!” she sputtered.
“Yes, you can,” he replied easily and lifted her arm to prove his point, laying the bracelet against her freckled skin. “Who else is going to wear them? They’re just gathering dust at Gringotts.”
“Were these Narcissa’s?” she whispered, staring at her arm in horror.
“No,” he assured her firmly. “They're family heirlooms. She wore them occasionally, but they weren’t hers.”
Hermione looked up into his face as he placed the next bracelet around her wrist. “Lucius . . . I’m not her. You can dress me up all you like, but I’m never going to be Narcissa. Don’t torture yourself like this.”
Lucius smiled softly and fastened the clasp. Her concern broke his heart, but that just made him all the more determined to bejewel her in his adoration. “I’m not torturing myself, and I promise I’m not trying to turn you into her. I could bury you in diamonds, and you would never be like Narcissa. I’ll admit you have some similarities, but even those are expressed in entirely different ways.” He got out the last three bracelets and put them on her other arm. “I’m not doing this to turn you into someone you’re not.”
“Why are you doing it?”
“Because . . .” He hadn’t analyzed his desires beforehand. “Because I . . .”
Dammit. This was going to require some honesty. But she must already know how he felt about her. He was fucking her every week, wasn’t he? Dancing with her? Kissing her? He wasn’t fooling anyone. “Because it makes me feel better. I like seeing you wearing my gifts. I like seeing you looking beautiful, but I want to . . .”
“Turn me into a work of art?”
He smiled. “Exactly.”
“So this is about making me prettier?”
“No, not at all; you know I think you’re gorgeous. It’s about . . . making sure you know how I see you.”
“What do you mean?”
“I’ll show you in a minute.”
Lucius opened the second largest box, and the multi-tiered diamond necklace sparkled on its velvet perch.
“Lucius, that is way too much!”
“Nonsense.” He pulled it out and carefully draped it over her chest, skimming his fingers along her throat to fasten it at the back. It covered the entire top of her breastbone, tapering to a point that trickled between her tits. She appeared to be dotted in ice. “Lovely. Just a couple more items.”
Her hand rose and touched the necklace as if testing its reality.
Lucius opened the next box and removed the crystal tiara. When she saw it, her eyes bulged in their sockets, and her accusatory gawp made it clear she thought he was stark raving mad. Undeterred, he pinned it to her head then opened the last box and extracted a mass of pearl necklaces.
Shaking her head in denial, she held up her hand to stop him. “Too many accessories clutter an outfit.”
He smirked. “We’ll see about that. Come over here.”
Lucius wove his fingers through hers and escorted her to the full-length mirror in the corner. “Now,” he said, arranging her in front of him so he could watch her face in the reflection. “How do you feel?”
She studied herself for several silent seconds then hesitantly touched the diamonds at her throat and shrugged. “I don’t know. Pretty?”
He smiled. “Special?”
“Yes.” She appeared worried by her answer.
“You are special.”
“Not really. I'm pretty normal.”
Lucius looped two pearl strands around her neck. “You are as far from normal as a witch can get. I’ve known plenty of women in my day, but none like you.”
Holding her to him with one arm, he dangled one pearl rope from his hand and splayed his fingers over her stomach so it drifted back and forth against her bush. His other hand glided over the curve of her bum, his palm spanning her divide and following its path until his fingers were tucked into the warm glen of her thighs. She whimpered and spread her legs, giving him just enough room to slither through and catch the dangling pearls on the tips of his fingers. Sliding his crooked finger back along her slit, he pulled the necklace snugly against her sex so the creamy beads lined her furrow front to back. Exquisite. 
In the mirror, her heated brown gaze met his, all hesitancy gone, washed away by surprise and intrigue. Lucius gave her a sly smirk and increased the pressure so the necklace edged into her folds and disappeared between her lips. As he slowly dragged the strand backward, trampling her engorged clitoris, a jagged gasp stuttered from her trembling lips. Her jaw dropped, and Lucius grinned. Surely those pearls were still a bit cold, having spent the last decade in the frigid depths of his vault. How long would it take her smoldering cunt to bring them back to room temperature? Five steamy seconds? Ten? Sawing the strand in the opposite direction, Lucius blitzed her with an about-face. A desperate moan echoed off the mirror, and she leaned into him as if her legs were beginning to go.
“See how much my princess likes her pearls?” he purred above her ear. “Now let's see if I can make you love them.”
He kept up the steady back and forth, slowly flossing her labia and then, when she settled into the tempo, startling her nubbin with a rumble of sudden speed. She threw her arm backward to hook around his neck and chanted his name under her breath like an orison for release. Not just yet, my pet. He would take her to the edge of bliss and then see if she wanted to be his treasure chest.
When her pleas deteriorated to sobbing and her gyrations became dangerously physical, he released one end and zipped the string through her lips.
“Unh!”
“Did you want more?”
Panting hard, she pried open her eyes and stared at him in the mirror. “Yes, sir.”
“That’s my witch. Where should we bejewel you next?” His fingers suggestively skipped over her bum.
“Please!”
“Please what?”
"Touch my arse. I need it.”
Lucius bit his tongue to keep from laughing. “Why don’t you kneel on the bed and show me how much you need it.”
She practically ran to the bed and lunged into position, thrusting her bum into the air and spreading her legs to present the liquid line of her quim. Her hips refused to still, circling and shifting in an anxious dance of lust. Smiling to himself, Lucius retrieved the lube from the drawer and stood behind her so she couldn’t see what he was doing.
“Did you use Snape’s rectal cleaning spell before you came over?”
“Yes, sir.”
Of course she did. She always did. Anal play was the not-so-secret weapon that spurred her to the finish line in record time. He and Snape had been systematically stretching her for the past couple of months, preparing her for bigger and better possibilities. She could probably accommodate a real cock now, but they wanted to wait for the perfect moment to suggest adding buggery to the program. Severus assured him she wanted it, and since they both intended to be present for the initial penetration, a double date for deflowering would need to be scheduled soon.
Bundling one pearlescent strand into a thick figure eight, Lucius touched it to her muff and swiped the bumpy surface along her cleft. She moaned and swayed toward him, bopping her hips up and down to increase the friction. Lucius mockingly tutted her impatience, but he wiggled a finger into the middle and pushed the first few beads inside her passage. She made a small noise of excitement and arched her back to give him all she had, so with a patience he reserved strictly for the bedroom, Lucius pushed pearl after pearl into her hungry snatch, watching in fascination as her body swallowed the necklace and then drooled for more.
“Now you’ve got a princess pussy too,” he quipped. “Does that feel nice?”
“Mmmmunnnh,” she whimpered into the comforter.
Lucius grazed her protrudent clit with the tip of his index finger. “I knew you’d love it. Those are just going to hold my place while I finish getting you ready.”
Unfastening his trousers, he let his cock fall free, which left him reeling in a heady rush of liberation. Sweet Circe! He probably shouldn’t put that off for so long next time.
When his eyes were able to focus once more, he picked up the lube and flipped open the top. At that telltale sound, Hermione went stone still . . . and then reached back with both hands to pull open her arse. Peals of laughter burbled in his gut, but Lucius managed to keep his cackling silent. Nice assist, love.
He eased in one slick finger—zero resistance. Of course one was just a tease; she loved a good buildup. Lucius re-lubed her and added a second finger. Again, there was no resistance. But she did rock back into his hand and pull her cheeks even wider. His erection rose to watch the action. It knew all that slippery cream was for him, and the thought of dipping into her eager little pussy had his knob petitioning for early entry. Twisting his hand to stroke the ridged tract of her rectum, Lucius felt the uneven bulge of the pearls though her thin wall. His cock began to jump about, reminding him of the game plan before he got too distracted by the investigation.
Yes, yes, I know. Believe me I know, he told it. 
Lucius reluctantly left her bum and retrieved another necklace—the most bulbous of the bunch—which he quickly greased in lubricant. If you liked those pussy pearls, you're going to love what we have in a nice anal accessory. He had prepared the strands before she arrived, reinforcing the strings so they were indestructible. Nothing ruined a little backdoor fun like a toy stuck in one’s bowels. He’d leave a lot more sticking out this time to keep it from getting lost inside her, but he was positive the necklaces could withstand any amount of yankage without breaking.
Using the tip of his middle finger, Lucius tamped the necklace up her arse, and the pearls slowly disappeared, like stars into a black hole. She began to moan and grind, her body gearing up for a proper fucking. All in good time, love. You’re almost ready.
When he had about five inches left, Lucius flipped the remaining pearls onto her lower back and gently plucked at the strand in her sex. “This is quite possibly the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen.”
She whimpered and bucked. “I’m so wet, sir.”
“Yes, I can see that.” Lucius softly circled her clit while he pushed off his remaining clothes with his other hand. “You give new meaning to the phrase jewelry box.”
She let go of her cheeks to clutch the bedspread. “I really need to come!”
“I know,” he replied with a devilish grin. Gripping his cock in one hand, he tapped his throbbing knob against her rump, which was still lightly marked from whatever Snape had been doing to her. “Is this what you’re after?”
“Yes, sir,” she groaned. “Please fuck me.”
“Oh, I shall. But first we need to make some room.”
Angling his hand toward the floor, he dragged the necklace out of her pussy and over her clit. The pearls, coated in her crystalline arousal, appeared two at a time, and her hips spastically shuddered as the line marched over her swollen nub.
The last pearls fell free, and he tossed them on the bed next to her. “Can you smell yourself? Your pretty little cunt is already dripping . . . crying for my cock.” He pressed his tip to her entrance to staunch the vaginal tears. 
“Wait!” Hermione jerked away and looked over her shoulder. “I want to watch you.”
His lips twitched, but he stifled his mirth. It wasn’t what he’d been planning, but he was pleased that she wanted to watch him at work—and he loved it when she got all vocal in the bedroom. “Would you like me to get the mirror, or do you want to try something new?”
“Uh . . . new!”
There's my adventurous Gryffindor. “Very well. Roll on your side.” He needed to maintain full access to her arse. “Pull your top leg to your chest.”
She crawled into the middle of the bed and did as he asked, her eyes locked on his the whole time. Lucius kicked aside his loafers and trousers and climbed in with her. She smiled broadly when she saw him stroking his cock, and Lucius shook his head in amusement. The first penetration of the night always lit a fire under her.
“Pull over one of those pillows. You need to be comfortable,” he murmured.
Her smile wobbled to a funny grin, and she reached up for a pillow to prop under her head.
Lucius waited for her to get settled then crawled forward and straddled her outstretched leg. She saw the gist of his design and pulled her top leg higher to expose her sex at a better angle. The view was superb—the glistening pink of her inner petals sparkling even brighter than the diamonds at her throat, and her cute little bum with its pearly ripcord was simply spectacular. Gods, he wanted her! Lucius gripped his shaft and ran his glans though her folds. It was like sluicing through boiling oil. “Ready?”
She nodded and sank her teeth into her lower lip. He loved that sweet expression of abject anticipation.
At the slowest pace he could manage, Lucius sheathed himself in her strangling heat, closing his eyes as her channel engulfed his length in silken flames. The pearls pressed against the side of his shaft through her back wall, turning her already snug accommodations into a torture chamber. The sweetest hell ever devised.
His in and out was infinitesimal. He wanted her to feel every new sensation. The strange angle. The fullness. The friction. He could certainly feel it. Gods could he feel it! What had he gotten himself into? Leaning down, Lucius pressed his chest to her side. He needed to touch her as much as possible.
Hermione met his gaze, and he saw a soft glint in her eye. He didn’t know what it meant, but she twisted a little and wrapped her arm around his neck. Mmmmm, nice.
Lucius leaned on his left forearm so his other hand would be free to play with her new tail. His fingers glided over the dips and dives of her backside, following the hills into her dark valley.
He found the leftover loop of the necklace and gave it a little twitch. A grimace of ecstasy flitted over her features, and she shuddered out a breathy “Ooohhh.” 
Lucius smirked and did it again. “Did you like that?”
“Yes, sir,” she whispered.
He carefully worked some of the pearls back up her bum as he ground his cock even deeper into her depths. Once he had her stuffed full, he began to pull the beads back out. She gnawed her bottom lip and bit back a sigh, her eyelids fluttering as each pearl popped past her sphincter.
Lucius put his lips to her cheek and kissed her flushed skin. “Are you enjoying your new jewels?”
“Yes, sir. Thank you.”
He grinned. “Have you ever had your arse filled like this?”
“No, sir.”
“Call me Lucius. I like the way you say it.”
She smiled and met his eyes. “Lucius.”
Growling in approval, he tugged the pearls a little harder. “You’re my dirty little princess, aren’t you?”
Hermione nodded happily. “Very dirty.”
“That’s the way I like you.”
She brushed the hair from the side of his face and touched his cheek. “This is the way I like you.”
“Pinning you to the bed and fucking your slurping pussy?”
She shook her head. “Being yourself. No acting or sneering.”
He blinked stupidly, completely caught off guard. Was she serious?
“Naked Lucius is much more free.”
What an odd thing to say. Was she suggesting that his sexual persona beat out his day-to-day persona in terms of likability? That was no secret. He wasn’t shooting for amiable in everyday life. She just had a way of bringing it out in him.
“What’s that mean?” he asked, still grinding into her, his hips on autopilot.
“I mean,” she said, kissing the corner of his mouth, “I like being with the Lucius who laughs and smiles and dances. The Lucius who loves kissing and touching. The Lucius who finds pleasure in generosity.”
Generosity? He’d never been accused of such a sentiment. He found pleasure in providing for her and showing her how much he had to offer, but he didn’t know if that made him generous. Despite his misgivings about that assertion, he was touched by the other assessments. He’d forgotten what it was like to be appreciated for something other than money. Strangely, he kept getting the impression she liked him despite his money. Did prestige really mean so little to her?
Hermione ran her fingers down his face, along the sensitive underside of his chin. “Please kiss me, Lucius.”
Yes! She was close. She liked to be kissed as she approached climax. It wasn’t the intimacy that pushed her over, she just had an innate need to suck on something, which seemed like a beneficial inclination for a witch who enjoyed having more than one cock at a time. Sometimes Lucius gave her his fingers, but having her suckling his tongue really got his balls humming.
Pressing his lips to hers, he entered her mouth and swirled though the warmth. If Snape had been there, she would have had a nice salty knob to nurse. He wondered how Severus was satisfying her oral proclivities. Ball gag? Dick? Or was he kissing her too? Rather than making Lucius jealous, he was rather turned on by the mental image.
A keening moan passed from her lips to his, and she latched onto his tongue.
That’s it, love, come for me.
Her breathing became ragged, her muscles going rigid as her body neared liftoff. Getting a good grip on the pearls again, Lucius readied himself for detonation.
Her inner muscles clenched around his length, indicating she’d reached her peak, and Lucius leapt into action, smoothly withdrawing the necklace bead by bead to stimulate her anus at the pinnacle of pleasure.
She shouted, the sound echoing in his head and ringing through his molars. He continued the measured extraction, dragging out her orgasm as long as he could. Her body quivered and twitched with each spasm, and Lucius found himself imprisoned in her cunt, her body clamping down on him with cock-snapping strength.
He followed her lead, slowing as she did, reading her body and melding with its rhythms. He waited until she was almost still then gently drew the rest of the necklace free. She gasped for air, and Lucius pulled his lips away so she could breathe.
“Hold on, love. Show me that pretty backside.” He  eased out and grabbed his sticky dick, wanking over her without missing a beat. There was no time to spare; he was about to lose it.
Hermione twisted further to watch him, her eyes burning at the sight of his glistening cock poised above her arse. “Moan for me,” she whispered.
He unlocked his jaw and breathed out a hungry groan.
“Come all over me, Lucius. Please!”
He knelt back on his heels and took aim at her round canvas. He’d mix his own talents with Snape’s. She’d have her pink bottom from one covered in cum from the other.
His balls pulled high, and he growled as he spattered her in a salvo of explosive lust. He pumped every ounce of himself over her soft skin, glazing her in a sheen of veneration. A girl could never have enough pearls.
When he was empty, he milked the remains onto her hip and stared at his newest masterpiece with a sated smirk.
“Am I pretty now?” she asked playfully.
“Stunning,” he assured her. “Would you like me to clean you off, or were you planning to be my one woman art show?”
She ran her fingers over the biggest glob and dragged his seed across her buttocks, painting herself a portrait of perversity. “I’ll wear it home.”
“You’re not really going home, are you?” He preferred it when she slept over.
“You want me to stay?”
“Of course I do,” he said, collapsing next to her. “Who doesn’t want to sleep with a princess?”
She smiled and shook her head but then went back to her semen sketch.
He watched her as she worked, his hand idly stroking her breast while he gathered his thoughts. He needed to find a way to see her more often. This schedule wasn’t cutting it for him. Granger was too tasty to be rationed out so sparingly.
He needed more.
Ornaments--Tones used to embellish the principal melodic tone.
"Diamonds and Pearls" by Prince and The New Power Generation. Written by Prince. Released in 1991. "The ballad is an expression of love and not lust, as is the theme on some of the other singles from the album."--Wikipedia
http://rebeccablake.com/prince-diamonds-and-pearls/
The line "Too many accessories clutter an outfit" is my shameless nod to the movie Troop Beverly Hills, which every girl who grew up in the 80's saw at least once. Even my brainiest buddies were fans of TBH, so I feel it's safe to include Hermione in our ranks.
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