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The Prude	By : soldiersgirl0709 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Lucius/Hermione Views: 35329 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Chapter 7: Afternoon Break

Lucius sat behind his desk looking over the proposal in front of him while the two men across from him tried to justify their position. He wasn’t all that impressed with their idea to be honest, but their father was one of the wealthiest and most revered wizards in England so he felt it necessary to hear them out. He doubted that they would be very successful with their current slapped together proposal, but, he could always alter that, improve it for the sake of a powerful connection.

“It’s an interesting idea, gentleman, but the proposal needs a lot of work. The numbers don’t add up and the research was poorly done,” Lucius said as he shuffled the documents back into some semblance of order. He looked up to see the fallen faces of the young men. And directly behind them he saw his wife leaning against the doorframe, a black bag emblazoned with a silver witch dangling from her fingers.

“Does that mean you can’t help us?” One of the young men asked, disappointment evident in his tone.

“I didn’t say that,” Lucius said. He was feeling the heat rising in his gut at the sight of her. His reactions to his unorthodox little bride were disconcerting and entirely un-welcomed at that moment. He was in a business meeting for Merlin’s sake! “I will send your proposal to Draco. He will look it over, have his team put together the proper research, rework the numbers and then we will see what we can do about getting your business off the ground.”

He wasn’t quite sure how he managed to utter that little spiel because his cock was rising to attention beneath his desk at a rapid and rather uncomfortable rate. His wife was leaning against the doorframe, her fingers slowly stroking the line of cleavage revealed by the low-cut dress she wore.

“Mr. Malfoy, sir, I…we don’t know what to say!” the elder of the brothers exclaimed excitedly as he grinned from ear to ear.

“What is there to say?” Lucius commented arrogantly. His wife was tugging aside the loose fabric of the wrap style dress and revealing little bits of coral colored lace.

“There are NO words, sir, we cannot thank you enough for your help!”

“No…no, you can’t,” he said. He licked his lips as her fingers slid into the folds of her skirt. He could tell that she was touching herself by the motion of her hand. The soft little smile on her lips and flutter of her lashes indicated her pleasure.

“Well, we should let you get back to your day,” the younger, quieter brother said as he gathered up his satchel. The men were oblivious to the woman behind them boldly stroking herself beneath her skirt.

“Yes…my day,” Lucius said distractedly. As the men stood his wife withdrew her hand and with a saucy grin began walking towards him, stroking her bottom lip with the fingers that had been buried beneath her skirt.

“Hello, Darling,” she said softly. She rounded his desk, her lips shimmering as she bent down and pressed the glossy flesh against his. He nearly groaned at the feel of her, the musky scent of her overwhelming his senses as her kiss lingered. When she finally pulled away her lips were matte and no longer shiny. He ran his tongue over his lips and wondered at the unique, slightly sweet flavor that clung to them. “I apologize for interrupting your business, boys,” she said to the young men. “I just returned from shopping and wanted to assure my husband that he was still obscenely wealthy despite my splurging.”

“Oh…we were just finishing up, Madame Malfoy,” the younger brother said, his cheeks flushing as he caught the logo on her bag. “We were just leaving.” The older brother didn’t try to hide his smirk or the slow perusal of her figure. Hermione noted it, and unbeknownst to her, so did Lucius and he wasn’t too keen on other men ogling his wife.

“It was a pleasure to meet you,” She said politely with a highly arched brow that let both young men know that she had seen their not so subtle examination.

“Um…y-yes…pleasure to meet you as well,” the younger one stammered, his cheeks flushing profusely.

“Draco should be in touch soon,” Lucius said, his eyes narrowed and his words clipped and tight. “Good bye, Gentleman.” His obvious dismissal amused Hermione, but the men took it for what it was, a very real threat from a man who was more than dangerous if crossed. They skittered nervously and hurried out the door so fast that it was a wonder their shoes didn’t leave skid marks on the expensive wooden floors.

“Well, they seem like very nice young men,” she taunted, schooling her features as she turned to face her husband.

“Cocky little upstarts are what they are,” he muttered, still frowning at the door in which the two men had exited. “But their father is rich and powerful, so I tolerate them. For now.”

“Hmm, handsome young men,” she said. She fought the smirk that threatened to give her away when her husband’s hand tightened on his quill almost to the point of breaking it. “Will they be coming in often?”

“NO! They will be meeting with Draco from now on. In his office,” he said tightly as he snapped the file in front of him closed.

“Too bad,” she sighed. She sat on the edge of his desk and without thinking about it she reached out to smooth the silky platinum strands of his hair. He started and peered up at her quizzically.

“Did you need something more than to reassure me about the contents of my vault? I know that I need not be worried, if you had done any real damage the goblins would have contacted me,” he said.

“Somehow I don’t think you would notice if I spent a small fortune,” she smirked as she reached for the lapel of his jacket and tugged him forward, parting her knees to make a space for him between them. “You do, after all, have such a large fortune.”

“You find that attractive, I suppose?” He asked, swallowing hard as the scent of her caused his body temperature to rise.

“No, not particularly, but luckily enough I find you attractive,” she purred softly. “I see this as rather fortuitous for us both given the circumstances of our marriage.”

“So if you didn’t spend a small fortune, whatever that means, then what did you stop by for?” He wanted to touch her but was afraid to. It was the middle of the afternoon and he still had business to conduct. Granted he had a little bit of time before his next appointment but a little bit of time never seemed to be enough when it came to servicing his witch. Not that she was difficult to please, he just wanted to please her again and again and again. Her response was addictive and he couldn’t get enough of it.

“I wanted to show you what I bought,” she teased as she reached for the black bag she had left lying on the desk beside her. “I bought them for you, after all.” She let go of his lapels but hooked her ankles behind his knees to insure that his prudish tendencies did not drive him to put ‘proper’ distance between them. She reached into the sea of scented tissue paper and withdrew a scrap of black lace and turquoise ribbon that she held up between them. “What do you think?”

Lucius pondered the very brief garment for a moment before he spoke. “I think I prefer shorts…or nothing at all,” he said, his brow furrowed in confusion. Hermione’s grin at his dry witticism had his lips twitching but he maintained his proper façade instead

“Very funny, Mister Malfoy,” she chuckled softly. “I bought them to wear for you. To be quickly removed by you,” she said. Her voice had deepened in the throaty, husky tone that sent shivers of heat racing down his spine and forward through the length of his erection.

“So you purchased garments to be donned simply for removal?” he asked, his voice cracking embarrassingly. His wife reached up and looped the scrap of lace around his neck, using it as a leash to tug him forward.

“Something like that,” she whispered against his lips. “But right now I am wearing nothing beneath this dress.”

“Hermione,” he croaked her name, his hands slapping onto the desk on either side of her.

“What?” she breathed as she tickled his lips with her tongue.

“Please…I—I have work and it’s the middle of the day,” he fairly whimpered as she began nibbling on his bottom lip. She worked her lips down over his chin, biting gently before she started in on the sensitive flesh of his throat. “It’s unfair of you to make me want you when I can’t have you.”

“You can have me, Lucius,” she said against his pulse as her fingers began loosening the top buttons on his shirt.

“It’s not right to take you on my desk in the afternoon, not proper or respectful…oh gods have mercy,” he closed his eyes and his fingers dug into the surface of the desk as he fought to resist his saucy wife’s ministrations.

“I’m your wife, Lucius,” she said, sliding her hand down the front of his waistcoat to the greatly tented material of his trouser-front. She squeezed him through the material and he hissed, his pulse pounding against her lips. “You can take me anywhere, any time that you want me.”

“But it wouldn’t…”

“Fuck propriety,” she said hotly against his ear before sinking her teeth lightly into his lobe. “If you want me…take me.”

He pulled back for a moment and met her gaze. Her eyes were dark like aged bourbon, shining with desire and a genuine passion for him. How was he supposed to resist that? He slanted his mouth over hers, his tongue quickly spearing into her mouth to find and mate with hers. She moaned loudly into the kiss, her thighs sliding higher and her legs wrapping firmly around his waist. Her hands clenched against his ribcage where they had wandered and she struggled for closer, harder contact between his cock and her mound.

“No!” he growled, wrenching his mouth from hers. She cried out in protest, fighting to bring his lips back to hers. “Not on the desk…” he panted. “Our room…”

“No…I want you to take me here in your office,” she said, wriggling against him. “The sofa then.” He glanced over at the conversation area in front of the hearth that boasted a finely crafted black velvet sofa. It looked soft, decadent and perfect for taking his wife.

“Yes,” he said tightly as he slid his hands beneath her bottom and hoisted her against him. She squealed in surprise, her legs tightening around his waist as her arms came up to loop around his neck. He saw her eyes widen as he carried her, the soft smile lifting the corner of her mouth. He was out of control and she obviously loved every minute of it. He tried to be careful as he rounded the sofa but swore as he banged his knee on the tea table in front of it. What he intended to be a gentle placement of his bride onto the velvet covered cushions turned into an awkward body slam with him still pressed tight against her.

Hermione was laughing as they bounced and the clawed feet of the sofa scraped against the floor. She released him from her leg lock at his waist and began scrambling to bunch her dress around her waist, wriggling her bare bottom against the soft, sensual velvet.

“I don’t have much time to do this right,” he murmured as he knelt between her thighs and hastily unfastened his trousers.

“You don’t necessarily need a lot of time to do it right, Lucius,” she said. She gasped when he shoved the trousers down over his hips and the ruddy length of his erection bobbed eagerly in front of her. He braced one hand on the rolled arm behind her head and reached between them with the other, his fingers gently parting her and dipping between the folds to test her readiness.

“When you kissed me…this is what I tasted…” he said hoarsely as he stroked the hot, slick flesh of her core.

“How was it?” she asked with a sassy lift of her brow.

“Different than I expected….sweet….musky…” He trailed off, distracted by the feel of her wrapped around his fingers.

“We’ll revisit the taste more in depth later,” she said as she reached for his hips and pulled him forward. “Right now I need you inside me.”

He let his weight carry him forward; one hand braced on the arm of the sofa the other along the ornately carved back. He whimpered the moment her silky heat enveloped the weeping tip of his cock. It was always that way. The minute he sank inside her he was overcome with what he had concluded was gratitude. He was so thankful for the right to pierce her flesh so intimately, to nest inside the comforting heat of her body and for the pleasure he knew he would receive without fail from the generous, passionate creature beneath him.

Once he was seated fully inside her he closed his eyes and basked in the feeling of completion that washed over him. “Lucius?” He opened his eyes at the sound of his name and looked into her eyes. He suddenly couldn’t breathe; it was as if he had taken a direct blow to the chest. He didn’t understand any of the emotions or the raw vulnerability that threatened to paralyze him. Luckily her words broke through the fog before he went under. “Hard and fast, Lucius….now….please!”

Fear of the strange emotions swirling inside him and the need to assuage the hunger burning in his loins blended together as he braced himself over his wife and began moving inside her. Hot, tight, slick flesh clung to him as he worked his length in and out of the witch panting beneath him. He reveled in the pleasure of it, of the burning ache in his lower back and thighs from the exertion. The sofa rocked, shifting and scraping against the floor with their motions. He was sweating, his shirt clinging to his damp back. He had never been so rough with her or felt so utterly selfish before but confusion and lust were riding him as hard as he was riding her.

For a moment he thought for certain that he must be hurting her, despite the panting, passionate cries of more, harder, please. He started to reign in his reactions but felt the sharp bite of her nails into his buttocks and an almost inhuman growl of “Don’t you dare stop now!” in his ear. So he closed his eyes and gave himself over to the lust, over to her and let his basest mating instincts drive him. Over and over he slammed into his wife, thrusting deep and true with every stroke until the witch screamed and arched beneath him. Her slippery channel threatened to strangle the life out of his cock when she began to pulse around him.

He followed within moments, throwing his head back and roaring his pleasure as he thrust as deep as humanly possible and came hard against the mouth of her womb. He mentally wished for a child to take root, not because of the cursed marriage terms but out of a genuine desire to father a child on his young wife. That thought also found itself added to the ever growing list of confusion that he swore he would ponder at a later date.

He fell heavily against her. With Narcissa he wouldn’t have dared to rest his weight on her in such a way, but he had come to learn that Hermione felt differently and welcomed the burden of his passion fatigued body on her own. As always he felt her welcoming embrace and the gentle stroke of her fingers as she pushed his hair from his face. He withdrew and reached down to tug his trousers into place before nestling against her, his cheek resting on the soft swell of her breasts.

“Now I am sleepy,” he said his voice rough and sluggish.

“Mmmm, you can take a little nap, I won’t let you sleep long,” she said softly as she stared at the top of his head. She knew he was conflicted about what was building between them and she felt a little sorry for him. But she vowed to find a way to merge the two sides of Lucius, the passionate lover and the proper wizard, into one glorious man that she hoped to one day fall in love with; something that she hadn’t thought possible at first, but now she wasn’t so certain.

She heard a soft sigh and felt him relax, the soft warmth of his breath blowing across her chest. She smiled, tightened her arms around his shoulders and held him close.

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He should be waiting for us.”

“Well, it isn’t as if he wasn’t expecting us. Where on earth could he be?”

Lucius groaned at the sound of voices interrupting his nap. He opened his eyes and stared at the empty fireplace and then slowly let his gaze travel to the face of the woman cradling him so sweetly against her breast. He shook her gently and she slowly opened her eyes, a smile creeping onto her lips.

“Hello, Lover,” she whispered, touching his cheek softly.

“We have guests,” he said with a frown as warmth settled low in his belly at her intimate touch.

“Oh!” she said in surprise, leaning up to peer over the back of the sofa. “Oh, it’s only Severus and Draco,” she said casually and not at all softly. He sat up, reluctantly, his back protesting as he got to his feet and extended his hand to help her up. She smiled and winked at him as she stood, the folds of her dress falling around her to cover her exposed nether regions.

Lucius’s cheeks flushed slightly when their intruders caught sight of the two of them. Hermione, however, showed no signs of being at all embarrassed at being caught in flagrante as she boldly walked around the sofa to greet their visitors.

“Hello, Gentleman,” she smiled as Lucius came to stand beside her. Draco gave her the expected smug grin she had grown accustomed to while Snape stared at them quizzically.

“Hello, Granger, busy as always I see,” Draco chuckled. “Interesting choice of neckwear, Father.” Lucius’s brow furrowed as he looked down to see a tiny turquoise bow attached to black lace dangling from around his neck.

“Oh! Those are mine,” Hermione said un-repentantly as she reached up to remove her knickers from her husband’s neck. “I’ll just leave you boys to your business then,” she said, the panties dangling boldly from her fingertips. “It’s good to see you, Severus,” she said softly as she reached up and kissed his cheek as she passed. “Please stay for dinner, and Ferret…behave yourself, we have company.” She winked at him with a big grin on her face as she sauntered out of the room.

“She kissed me,” Snape said incredulously.

“I wouldn’t get too excited, “Draco said. “From the look on his face and his rumpled clothing I would be concerned about where her mouth had been.”

“If you don’t mind I would like to conduct business, not be subjected to ridicule for having a nap with my wife,” Lucius said as he walked away and took a seat at his desk. “Now…remind me what we were meeting about, it seems to have slipped my mind.”

AN: You guys are awesome! That you would give such positive feedback on my muses erratic ramblings is greatly appreciated! Writing this bit of PWP opened the floodgates as it were...thank goodness the semester is almost over so I can spend my summer writing...in between planning my wedding of course! Thanks again!
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