Adventurous Hearts: The Temple

CHAPTER 11: Blue Bonnets





Hermione had her hands fisted in the back of Lucius’s shirt as they stepped into the darkened void and waited. The door closed behind them and they stood for several long moments in the pitch darkness before it began to lighten and their new environment was revealed to them.







“Flowers?” Lucius looked around in disbelief at the never ending field of flowers. “What in the hell are we to do in a field of flowers?” He asked. “I see no provisions for our comfort as in the previous two situations.”







A folded blanket appeared at their feet with a piece of parchment attached to it. Hermione picked it up and began to read.







Poor lovers, interrupted while passion was burning,

Leaving you both hot and yearning.







An easy task for you I have ahead

In a field of blue bonnets you shall make your bed.







The sun is setting on this moment to treasure,

For your next task is one of mutual pleasure.







You’ve proven you can burn hot as the sun,

Now prove you can pleasure without becoming one.









“So…what exactly is that supposed to mean?” Hermione asked, pursing her lips.









“Prove you can pleasure without becoming one….” Lucius looked over at the horizon and saw the sun sinking low behind the hill. He wondered what time of day it actually was outside the temple. No doubt they would be confused when they finally made it out as the environments seemed dependant upon Morgana’s whims. They had just left morning and now were stepping in at sunset.







“What do you think she wants?” Hermione asked as she folded the blanket over her arm.







“My best guess is that she wants us to find pleasure without actually becoming one.” He said.









“So we get each other off without actually having sex?” She asked.









“In vulgar terms, yes.” He said, frowning at her. “I wish you would curb your tongue a bit, there is no need to be so forward.”







“Say what you mean and mean what you say, Lucius. It is a practice I live by.” She said, laughing softly as she moved past him and began wading through the field of perky blue blooms.







“You don’t have to say it so…baldly.” He said following her.









“Oh come on, Lucius, you want me to believe you expect better of a mudblood?” She was baiting him.







“I never realized just how ugly a word it actually was until it began spilling from your mouth repeatedly.” He said, halting beside her in a small clearing atop a hill.







“You’ve used it your fair share over the last few days.” She said, spreading the blanket onto the plush, grassy knoll.







“Well now I wish to remove it from my vocabulary.” He reached for her arm and turned her to face him. “I apologize for referring to you in such an ungentlemanly fashion.”







“You are forgiven.” She said, staring up at him curiously. “Sit with me, Lucius, let’s watch the sunset.”







“We just left sunrise.” He grouched as he folded his legs beneath him and settled beside her on the blanket. “We will be so confused by the time we get out we wont know up from down.”









“Stop complaining and just enjoy the sunset. When was the last time you watched and enjoyed it?” She asked.







“It’s been years, Draco was still a baby and we were on holiday in Greece, I was sitting on the veranda with him sitting in my lap.” He said softly. “I enjoyed very little in the years that followed.”







“Second chances.” She said with a soft smile.







“My son is grown now, I will never be able to make those years up to him.” He said.









“Draco doesn’t seem as though he is concerned about it, he was just happy to have you come home. If you have more children you will do better by them.” She said.







“Somehow I doubt that will happen, women do not look kindly on paroled felons and former death eaters.” He said.







“Do I look unkindly at you?” She asked.









"Every chance you get.” He laughed. “Despite your rude behavior, you treat me better than I would have thought, given our past.” He said. Her hair was coming free of the braid and the breeze was making the curls dance around her face.









“I could live my whole life wrapped up in my past but it still wouldn’t change anything, so why bother.” She shrugged her shoulders and leaned back on her hands; her legs stretched out in front of her and crossed at the ankle.









Lucius watched her as the setting sun cast her in soft, rosy light. She glanced over and smiled at him and Lucius could only smile back. Oh how his fellow death eaters would laugh at him now, trapped in a temple by the spirit of a witch who was essentially a nymphomaniac, with the princess of the Golden Trio, the ones who ultimately felled the Dark Lord. And he was actually enjoying it.







“Wise words for one so young.” He said quietly.









“I haven’t been young since before I came to Hogwarts.” She said with a laugh. “And even then I wasn’t like the others. Why, do you think you are too old for me, Lucius?”









“I could be your father.” He said.









“But you are not.” She replied. “And given the way you were having at me earlier I would say that the age difference matters little.” She smiled.







“They way I was having at you? I seem to recall a pair of hands having their way with my backside.” He smirked.







“What can I say, I enjoy a fine backside on a man and yours is quite nice, Mr. Malfoy.” She laughed.







“Well, should I say thank you? What exactly is the protocol for a compliment to ones arse?” He retorted with a smile.







“You are the propriety police, you tell me?” She said. “I take it pureblood women would not be so bold as to compliment a wizard’s form?”







“No…only his purse.” He watched her laugh and was struck by the purity with which she felt things, her honesty.







“I could care less about how many galleons a man has.” She said. “I have more than enough money of my own.”







“You told me you have only had two lovers, the Weasley boy and Snape.” Hermione looked over at him, wondering why he was asking. Was he concerned about disease?







“Yes, and I am healthy I assure you, you have nothing to worry about on that front. Do I?” She asked.









“That’s not what I was getting at, but no, you have nothing to worry about on that score with me, I have always been a very fastidious practitioner of safe sex.” He said. “What I was getting at is that if you and Severus had an agreement that you were not exclusive, why have you not taken other lovers?”









“The truth? I just haven’t been interested in anyone else…and a part of me feared I couldn’t respond to anyone else.” She said softly. “When I feel the need for…physical affection…I go see him.”







“You responded to me.” He said. She looked at him, her lips pursed as she took in his expression. She would have expected him to look smug, but he didn’t, he looked…grateful.







“Yes, yes I did. I am beginning to think that perhaps I have a psychological thing for death eaters.” She said. “What are we going to do about this most recent task?”







“Well, we have established that we have a certain chemistry…I suppose we have no other choice but to act on it.” He said. “If we want to get out of here.”







“It can’t be pleasant for you, your first intimacy with a woman in ages and it is with me.” She said, for some reason she couldn’t fathom she wanted him to tell her it didn’t matter.

Lucius started laughing then, his head thrown back as he did so.







“You don’t have to worry about that, after years of being with only myself your bloodline is the furthest thing from my mind when I imagine bedding you.” He managed to say despite his mirth.







“Bedding me?” She couldn’t help but smile. “You use such old fashioned language at times, Lucius.”







“Would you prefer baser language?” He asked, shifting so that he was reclining on his side, his head resting on his hand.







“No, your old world manners are actually kind of cute.” She said, mirroring his position.







“Cute? Puppies are cute, babies are cute, hell niflers are cute, but a fully grown wizard is NOT cute.” His brow furrowed as he delivered his indignant little speech and Hermione could only laugh.







“Quit your grumping, Lucius. It was not an insult.” She said, rolling onto her back and looking up at him. “You are a beautiful man.”







“You are quite lovely yourself.” He reached out and with one hand released the clasp on her belt. She lifted her hips and he slid it from beneath her and tossed it aside. He settled his hand on her hip and pulled her across the blanket so that she was pressed against him.





He slid his hand over her abdomen, his fingers tugging gently on the cotton tank and pulling it from her waistband. Her breath hitched when his fingertips skated over the soft skin of her belly, circling her navel and running along the waistband of her trousers. Her skin prickled and she shuddered at his touch. She put both hands above her head, her pose relaxed yet open, allowing him unfettered access to her body.







Lucius inhaled sharply at the motion, the trust she demonstrated, the gift she gave him by allowing him freedom to explore her body. He pushed the clingy knit fabric up and over her breasts, tracing the lace edge of her bra as he went. He moved to his knees so that he could use both of his hands to remove the shirt completely. He smoothed his fingers over her wrists then along the undersides of her arms and back down to the plump, pretty breasts encased in black satin and lace.







“How does this contraption come off?” He asked huskily. He had seen them before of course, but the women of his past were all pureblood women who dressed in formal wizarding attire, their undergarments had consisted of corsets, chemises and pantalets. He found her muggle knickers and bra rather fetching to be honest; he liked seeing all of her skin with only enough fabric to barely ensure her modesty.







She reached behind her, arching her back, and released the catch before sliding it down her arms and laying it aside. Lucius felt the heat bloom in his cheeks, not from embarrassment, but from the sheer pleasure of seeing her bared before him, this time close enough that he could touch and taste of her softness.





He cupped her in his hands, kneading and stroking his fingertips over her skin reverently. The nipples hardened, straining towards him in invitation as she watched him through hooded eyes. He brushed his thumbs over the turgid little peaks and she cried out, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip.







Lucius couldn’t get enough of looking at her. He was a typical wizard he supposed; he enjoyed the shape of a woman and was especially fond of a nice set of breasts and a shapely arse. The little witch beneath his hands was in possession of both. He continued to touch and stimulate her breasts until she was moaning, arching her back as the need became nearly painful.







“Lucius…please.” She whimpered breathlessly. His eyes caught hers for just a moment before he lowered his head and sucked one stiff little peak between his lips. Her hands gripped his shoulders, wrinkling the linen shirt horribly as he worried her nipple with lips, teeth and tongue. He nipped gently, sucked hard and then laved her soothingly until she was nothing more than a writhing, whimpering mass beneath his touch.







“Merlin you are stunning.” He whispered, his lips trailing over her collarbones and up the side of her throat to the spot below her ear. “So responsive, so passionate…”







“Lucius…take off the shirt…” She panted, her fingers sliding over his chest as she began to open the buttons.







“You are doing a fine job of it.” He said, continuing to nibble at her neck while she deftly released the ivory buttons on his shirt. When she got to the last one she quickly spread it open and began pushing it back from his shoulders. He sat back on his heels to remove it completely only to have her follow him, scrambling up to straddle his thighs.







“You are so smooth.” She said hoarsely as she smoothed her palms over his shoulders and down his chest. She circled one flat nipple with her fingertip and smiled when it hardened. She treated the other one with the same attention then flicked them both with her fingernail. He hissed and jerked beneath her, his hands coming around to cup her bottom and press her hard into his pelvis. She gasped at the feel of his arousal pressing into her needy cleft and rotated her hips against him.







“Tease.” He whispered harshly. “Ahhh!” He cried out when she raked her nails down the center of his chest.







“Don’t be mean.” She whispered her hand sliding lower over his abdomen, tickling the fine line of hair beneath his navel as she reached the fastening of his trousers. She slid back just a little, his hands on her bottom preventing her from sliding off of his lap completely.







It seemed to Lucius that she was moving at a snail’s pace as she popped the button and lowered the zip on his trousers. She watched with eager eyes as she pushed the loose fabric open and pulled his boxers down to reveal his aroused flesh. Her eyes widened and then a slow smile spread over her lips in appreciation.







“My goodness.” She breathed, running her fingers lightly over the length of him. His cock jerked beneath her touch and she laughed softly. “Eager aren’t we?” She slid her fingertip over the weeping tip, spreading the slick fluid over the thick, mushroom shaped tip.









“I thought the task was pleasure, not torture.” Lucius groaned, so desperate to feel her soft little hand wrapped around him he thought he would likely perish from it. She leaned forward, the hard points of her nipples brushing against his bare chest. Her lips grazed his ear, her tongue tracing lightly, her hot little breaths tickling him.







“What do you want, Lucius?” She asked wantonly. She continued to stroke her fingers lightly up and down his shaft, she could feel him throbbing, could hear his teeth grinding together. With her other hand she loosened her own trousers and reached for his hand. “You want me to hold you tight?” She asked, wrapping her hand around him at the same time that she pushed his hand inside her trousers and beneath her knickers.







Lucius growled low in his throat at the feel of soft, wet female flesh beneath his fingers. She sighed when his long fingers slid through the slick folds and over the swollen bud of her clit.









“That feels better.” She said, smiling as she brought her hand to her mouth and licked her palm before circling his shaft once more. “And so will this.” She began to slide her hand slowly up and down his cock, her fingers brushed over the tip with each pass. His own fingers were busily exploring the wet heat between her thighs, dipping into the tight opening and sliding through the saturated folds.







“Gods you are so damned wet!” He said, tumbling her back onto the blanket and reaching for her trousers to pull them further down so he had better access to her. She felt stupid lying there with her trousers about her thighs but Lucius didn’t seem to care, his only concern in that moment was being able to touch her deeper, to get his fingers inside her.







Hermione continued to stroke him, her fist wrapped tight around him as she pumped his cock steadily. He was long, thick and the skin so pale and silky it was like stroking a marble column. She groaned, long and loudly when he slid two long fingers into her and began to thrust them slowly in and out of her, his fingertips curled up to stroke the sweet spot inside her.







“Mmmm…..Lucius, so good…” She muttered, her hips rocking into his hand. His knees were straddling her thighs, preventing her, along with her half lowered trousers, from opening her thighs wider the way she wanted to, though it didn’t stop her from trying.







“I want to be inside you.” He cursed Morgana and her damned tasks.







“Your fingers are amazing.” She cried out, her hips moving faster against his touch. Her cheeks were flushed and the soft, pink shade was creeping over her neck and chest.







The arm he was using to support himself began to shake from the strain of holding his weight off of her so he lowered himself to his elbow and pressed his lips close to her ear.







“My cock would feel even more amazing.” He drawled. “I want you, Hermione, I want to be buried so deep inside you that you can taste me.” His fingers began to move faster, harder inside her. She seemed to grow even more excited as he whispered naughty words into her ear. “You are so hot, so tight I know it would feel like heaven.” He curled his fingers up and she came, hard, clamping down so tightly around his fingers that he feared any movement would cause her pain as she pulsed around him, her cries echoing in the evening air. He placed soft, soothing kisses along the side of her throat, her cheeks, and the tip of her nose before finally kissing her lips softly.









She whimpered and sighed as she came down from her orgasm, her hand pulsing around his shaft, too distracted by her own pleasure to continue to stroke him. She opened her eyes slowly, a soft smile on her lips.







“That was wonderful, Lucius.” She said rather dreamily. “You certainly haven’t forgotten your way around a woman’s body.”







“I’ve thought of little else for years.” He said as he trailed his fingers through her folds one last time before sitting back on his heels and looking down at her. “Now, witch, let’s finish the task at hand shall we?” He looked pointedly at his rather angry looking erection encased in her tiny hand. He wrapped his fingers around hers and began to show her just how he liked to be handled; all the while he kept his eyes locked with hers.







He wanted nothing more than to thrust inside the snug heat so recently primed by his fingers but it wasn’t to be, at least not yet. Her tight fisted grip was going to have to be enough, though he wasn’t exactly complaining. It felt so good to have someone else’s hands on him for a change, to feel the touch of another, the connection. He pulled his hand away and fell forward onto his hands so that he was on all fours leaning over her.







His hair had escaped the confines of the elastic band securing it and was brushing over her skin. She continued to glide her hand over his cock just as he showed her, her other hand coming up to fondle his testicles, heavy and full as they pulled tight to his body. She slid her fingers back and stroked the smooth skin of his perineum, pressing up gently.







“Gods damn it!” He shouted, his cock pulsing in her hand as he began to come in fast, sticky spurts over her stomach. He looked feral with his head tossed back, his teeth clenched and his eyes closed tightly as he groaned. His orgasm seemed to go on forever as his seed pooled on her lower abdomen. He shuddered as though his body were wracked with chills as he collapsed over her, his face pressed into the side of her throat as he whispered over and over into her ear. “Sweet, sweet witch.”







Hermione smiled rather smugly as she held the quaking wizard close. She saw the door appear and heard the click that said they had unlocked it, but in that moment she was in no hurry to get up, she was happy where she was.