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La Bib--Thanks for the heads up, and the websites, the thesaurus is great.I am horrible at editing, I actually accept less for my professional work so that the publishers have it edited for me. I would make more if I would just do it myself, but I really dont pick up on the little things....now when I work in my "educated" field, I notice every minor detail..just not in my writing...





Domine--- yes I know, its sad isnt it? When we met he was an E3,he was 21 and I was 17 and we were at a Rave LOL, the 2 people who didnt fit in. He was home on leave for a week before heading off to Somalia, Mogadishu. We got married 1 year after we met, and only spent about 3 weeks physically together. that was 13 years ago. We went to college together and he went back in, he's soon to pin on as a Major. I get along better with enlisted wives for the most part, I dont like the whole...clique environment. But I have met some, like our former LTC's wife who were just effing crazy...she made boring ass Fort Jackson a blast.





Sygnus--- I wish my hubby were less into public displays, while I miss him, its nice to walk around the commissary without being goosed every five seconds or having him say naughty things to me in the middle of an FRG meeting.







***Dont worry, Draco wont fly beneath the MOM radar for long......















CHAPTER TEN: When a Witch Goes Exploring





For the first time since his first time, Lucius Malfoy was nervous about taking a woman to his bed. When he actually thought about it, Lucius hadn’t really been that nervous about the act itself the first time, he had been more concerned about one of his idiot friends walking in before he was able to get the act completed.





But yet, as he stood in the center of his room in his boxers and robe, he was nervous. His first journey into the marital bed had not been exactly pleasant. He had been her first lover, and he knew that going in so he had been as gentle as he possibly could, treating her like a porcelain doll and still she had wailed and carried on as though he had attempted to murder her in that bed. Thank goodness Draco was conceived quickly.





He had kept various mistresses over the years. He wasn’t proud of it, but he wouldn’t apologize for it. Now as odds would have it, he actually had a woman coming to his bed that he had in fact tried to murder, and he was scared to death that his second attempt at marital bliss was going to end in disaster as well. Of course, there were indications to the contrary. His little bride seemed to enjoy touching him, and had done so often throughout the day. She responded to his kisses with such unfettered enthusiasm that he had barely been capable of maintaining his tightly held control.





Had Draco not been there that afternoon, he had no doubt that his marriage would have been consummated right there on the parlor floor. Now, several hours after the fact, he was grateful. She deserved better than a quick coupling in a common room of their home for their first time as a married couple. He stopped his pacing for a moment and laughed at himself. Since when did he care where he got it, as long as he got it? Why was he so concerned with the comfort and feelings of a bride he did not even want?





Maybe he was having a mid-life crisis. That wasn’t a pleasant thought; didn’t that affect a man’s performance? He stalked to the bar and poured himself a glass of liquid courage. He didn’t even know how to approach her, with Narcissa he had known she was a virgin, that she was delicate. With Hermione, he had no clue. He knew she wasn’t delicate, the woman had fought right along side Potter against evil personified, hell they shouldn’t bicker over the fact that he had tried to kill her, because he knew for a fact she would have returned the favor had she been given the opportunity. No, his Hermione was no shrinking violet. But was she a virgin? Should he approach her slowly?





He had no more time to ponder and plan. He heard the soft knocking on the door connecting their suites. He tossed back the remaining whiskey in his glass and made his way across the room to open the door. He wasn’t sure what he has expected, but it wasn’t this.





Hermione noted the shock on his face and wondered if she had gone too far. Maybe she should have gone for something white, something virginal, and something more befitting a bride coming to her husband for the first time. Something had stopped her however, from choosing sweet and innocent when she had rifled through her lingerie drawer. Her gut instinct told her that Lucius would respond better to bold and seductive, so her hands had immediately gone to the red, an impulse buy on a recent shopping trip.





It wasn’t just red, it was come and get me big boy red. The top was a strapless satin corset that snapped down the front with hook and eye closures, and the bottom was a skirt of sheer red silk, beneath which she wore a matching silk thong. She was barefoot, and had indulged in a pedicure where she painted her toenails blood red. She decided that this was one of those rare occasions when she would let her hair hang loose. The thick mess of curls hung to her waist, and luckily for her, spending the entire day in a braid had tamed it into soft waves that she prayed would hold out long enough for her to seduce the Nordic hunk in the other room.



Now as she stood face to face with the man, she wondered if she had made a mistake. He didn’t look happy to see her. His eyes were narrowed and his jaw tight as he walked slowly backwards from the door. She wasn’t sure what to do. Should she follow him? Apologize and run back to her lonely bed? She had gone through a lot of trouble, had put a lot of thought into preparing for him, hoping to please and excite him. His reaction was making her somewhat angry.



So she let that be her guide. Too many lonely nights, too many nights seeking pleasure beneath her own hand and falling asleep feeling empty and unfulfilled. No, he was her husband and he had decreed that she would not have any other lovers, so he had in turn obligated himself as he sole provider of carnal delights. And Hermione Jane Malfoy intended to collect on an owed debt.







Lucius stepped back slowly, needing to see her from afar, to take in the entire picture of her in that siren’s gown. He needed to convince himself that his eyes weren’t deceiving him, because she looked absolutely perfect. He had not expected her to come to him wearing such a blatantly seductive gown. He sort of figured her for the cotton nightshirt kind of woman. He wasn’t complaining, and his fear over his ability to perform was quickly eased as he hardened almost instantly upon seeing her.



He watched a myriad of emotions cross her face when she looked at him. He was just about to tell her how incredibly stunning she looked when she started walking towards him. Her stride was slow, and determined, the soft sexy roll of her hips as she approached him set him off balance and he practically fell to his seat on the edge of his bed.



“Why are you walking away Lucius, do you not like my gown?” She asked softly as she came closer. “Have you changed your mind perhaps?” Lucius shook his head slowly as a naughty smile graced his lips.



“You surprised me.” His voice was low, slightly deeper. He laid back onto the mattress as she climbed onto the bed, straddling his thighs and leaning over him. “You look incredible in that gown.”



“I was afraid that maybe it was too much, I was second guessing the white when you began moving away from me.” She tossed her hair back over her shoulder. Her hands tugged on the sash of his robe between them, when she released the knot, she pushed the sides apart and smiled. “You are an incredibly beautiful man Lucius.” She was sliding her palms over the firm muscles of his chest, pushing the robe back and baring his shoulders.



“Men are handsome, my dear, not beautiful.” He laughed lightly and lifted his shoulders to slide the robe off. If his little bride wanted to touch, who was he to let anything impede her?



“Maybe other men, but not you. You are beautiful.” Hermione skimmed her fingers lightly over his rippled abdomen. “I like touching you.” She said, wrapping her fingers around his bulging biceps and sliding them up and over his shoulders.



“Touch as much as you like. Because it will be my turn soon.” He drawled, seemingly relaxed beneath her soft exploration.



“You have a very strong sense of fair play don’t you Lucius.”



“When it suits me.” He replied.



“And what suits you right now?” She asked, playing up her role as the siren.



“At the moment, I am content to allow your exploration of my person, to enjoy your touch.” His arctic eyes narrowed and darkened slightly. “But do not expect me to always be so content with so little.”



“I’ve heard the stories about you.” She circled his navel, dipping her fingers into the little indentation briefly before trailing lower and sliding her fingers under the elastic band of his silk boxers.



“Silly fabrications….mostly.” He folded his arms beneath his head and watched her, fascinated by her slow, methodical exploration of his body. She missed no detail as her fingers trailed over his torso. She had traced every ridge, every vein and tendon. She had stroked his nipples, his navel even his armpits. She seemed to be a tactile creature, needing to touch and he assumed be touched.



“Mostly? So some of them are true accounts?”



“I don’t claim to have been a monk, Hermione. I have had my adventures.”



“Do you intend to take me on adventures?” She was sliding back and off of his thigh, scratching her little nails along the inside of his thighs as she explored his legs.



“Are you interested in going?” Lucius couldn’t remember a previous lover so interested in touching every inch of him. Most women were content to lay back and allow him to do the work. This novel experience was proving more arousing than he would have expected.



“Yes, I want to please you, I want to be everything you need me to be.” Oh how he loved hearing those words cross her lips. His fears of a cold and boring marital bed were fading more with every second. She was kneeling on the floor beside the bed, and Lucius had to sit up to see her. Her soft little hands were caressing his calves and feet, he jerked slightly when she stroked over the sensitive soles and instep.



“And how far are you willing to go to make me happy?” He asked. She stroked back up his legs and over his thighs, her fingers tucking into the waist band of his shorts and pulling down. Lucius lifted his hips and allowed her to remove his underwear, reclining back on his hands and watching as she took visual inventory of the prize she had uncovered.



“I’ll try anything at least once. I’m no virgin Lucius, but I’ve only had one lover, and that was when I was seventeen. So, I am a novice and trust you to show me what you want, what you like.” She traced his hipbones, her eyes engrossed in her investigation of his groin. “I think you’ll find me a fast learner.” She cupped his testicles in her hand, weighing and kneading the tender globes gently. Lucius bit his tongue to keep from making any noise, he didn’t want to startle her and chance that she might stop her little journey.



“I’ve heard that about you. I also hear that you aren’t happy unless you know a subject inside and out.” His words came out almost like a growl as she wrapped her little fingers around his cock and stroked slowly from base to tip. He wasn’t a small man, and her fingers did not touch as she fisted her palm over him. She used the index finger of her other hand to wipe away the drops of clear fluid leaking from his tip, and to his shocked delight sucked the end of her finger, tasting him.



“True enough, so you better be a very good teacher.” She stood and smiled. “Now, roll over.” She told him.



“So you do intend to explore every inch of me?” He shifted to the center of the bed and rolled over, gingerly readjusting his erect equipment for comfort as he settled onto the mattress.



“Yes, are you complaining?” She asked, climbing up onto the bed and kneeling beside him. He had is head resting on his folded arms, his face turned towards her. She pushed his hair aside and tickled the soft downy hairs on the back of his neck.



“I’m not complaining, I just wasn’t quite prepared for you to be so interested in my person.” He closed his eyes when her fingers began to press into the bunched muscles of his shoulders.



“Was I supposed to just lay back and let you lift my gown while you did your business, then run back to my bed like a good little witch?” She touched each individual bump on his spine then slid her palms down to cup his tight sexy ass.



“Some wives prefer it that way.” He said, sucking in a quick breath when her fingers traced the extremely sensitive area beneath the curve of his ass where his legs began. Who knew he would have liked that? Maybe this little investigation of hers had more merit than he thought.



“Not this wife Lucius. I want to be an active participant in our lovemaking. I wont just lay back and be a receptacle for your lust….as fun as that might be.”



“And what if that’s what will make me happy at the time? You did say you wanted to do whatever would make me happy…what would please me.” He asked, desperately trying to stay still beneath her questing fingers as she slid them between his thighs and tickled his balls and the sensitive skin beneath.



“Then I suppose I could be imposed upon on occaision….if you make it interesting.” She slid her hands back up to his lower back. “You have dimples her.” She said, pressing her thumbs into the tiny indentations just above his ass. “I’ve thought about them over and over since that first night in here when I came to talk to you.” She leaned down and pressed her tongue against the little dips like she had dreamed of doing time and time again.



“Okay, that’s enough!” Lucius leaned up and clasped her around the waist and tumbled her to the bed beneath him. He locked his hands around her wrists and pressed her hands to the pillows above her head. “I’ve been patient with you my dear, I let you have your fun, but now, it’s my turn.”