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LaBib - now tell me why Word didnt pick up on that? Withdrawl didnt even get a spelling "squiggle" yet when I clicked on it and looked it up, nothing could be found. See, thats what I get for being so reliant on word. Ever consider professional editing? Let me tell ya, I make over $500 less per manuscript so professionals can edit my writing, you might consider it. :) Alas, my doctor agrees with you La Bib, I need to slow down. :( I dont sleep so I spend around 5-6 hours at night after the little ones go down writing since I cant sleep. Its doing nothing for my health, I have lost 33lbs in the last month since hubby left. (not that I couldnt handle a smaller ass) So I will have to slow down my updates as I am the newest member of the Xanax and Ambien club.





Well, enjoy....



CHAPTER TWELVE: Falling for Bed Hogging Wizards





The sun was shining high in the sky when Hermione finally stirred. It was somewhat late for her being that she was an early riser, so when she looked over at the clock and saw that it was already past eight she was a bit surprised.



She couldn’t remember the last time she had slept so late, or so well for that matter. Probably had something to do with being shagged unconscious by a rather arrogant, extremely naughty wizard. She smiled as the memories of the previous night’s activities came flooding back to her. His reputation was well founded, the man was incredible. She hadn’t expected to respond quite so enthusiastically to his dominating tendencies. She had been horrified at the sudden rush of excitement that had bombarded her when he threatened to tie her up, and his tongue….oh how talented that tongue was. She laughed softly, giddy with the residual pleasure that tingled through her body.



“What is so funny?” She heard his muffled voice from behind her and made to turn over. When she shifted her body she became very aware of the fact that she was on the edge of the mattress and began to tumble off the side. Luckily her handsome husband possessed quick reflexes and was able to wrap his arm around her and stop her fall. “Anxious to get away from me?” He asked as he pulled her close to his chest.



“I didn’t realize I was so close to the edge.” She said, frowning when she lifted her head and looked across the massive bed. They had fallen asleep with her head on his chest in the center of the bed. Somehow, when they awoke she was shoved over and up into the corner of the bed. The blankets were on the floor and most of the pillows as well. Her Viking of a husband was sprawled diagonally across the bed with arms and legs spread-eagled. “I also didn’t realize you were such a bed hog Lucius.”



“Sorry, I suppose I’m used to sleeping alone.” He rolled over and stretched with his arms above his head. Hermione couldn’t help but smile as she watched the long length of his gorgeous naked body tighten and flex.



“I thought you said you haven’t been a monk these last years.” She commented as she reached out to smooth his tangled hair. Lucius turned his head to look at her.



“I haven’t, but I never brought those women into my home, or this bed. You are the first woman to spend the night with me here.” He said quietly. The smile on her face told him that his words had pleased her. He reached up and grabbed a handful of her wild curls and examined it curiously. “How on earth can you live with hair like this?”



“Ugh, Lucius, how can you say something so touching, then go and ruin it with your snobbishness?” She smacked him in the head with a pillow and then squealed when he rolled over and tucked her beneath him.



“I was just curious, you can’t deny the fact that your hair is an entity all its own. How do you even get a brush through it?” He frowned when he tried to comb his fingers through the mass of curls and they got caught up in the fluffy spirals. “No wonder you force it into all those braids and buns.”



“You are an ass.” Hermione tried to shove him off of her, but Lucius wasn’t about to let her up until he was good and ready. Unfortunately for Hermione, without her wand handy there was no way she was going to be able to budge the blonde giant atop her. “Ever hear of Samson and Delilah?” She asked, glaring at him.



“No. Are they purebloods?” He asked.



“No, you elitist prat, they aren’t purebloods. It’s a story from the muggle Christian bible.” She tucked his hair back behind his ears to keep it from falling into her face as he stared down at her.



“Is it a naughty story?” He asked, waggling his brows at her.



“No, Samson was a man with long, flowing locks of hair from which he derived the strength of many men, he fell in love with a woman who betrayed him, and had his hair shaved from his head, there by sapping his strength.” Lucius stared down at her, appalled.



“Are you threatening to cut my hair?” He growled as he forced his knee between her thighs, parting them so he could slide between.



“Stop making fun of my hair, and you won’t have to worry about yours.” It was an empty threat; she would never touch his hair. “And you might remember that our children could very well end up with curly hair like mine.”



“I doubt it, my pureblood genes will breed true without fail, but should they be so cursed, I will simply transfigure their hair so that it’s smooth and silky like mine.” He replied arrogantly.



“Please tell me you are joking? Surely you would not use magic to alter your children’s appearance.” Hermione was watching his face, looking for some tell that said he was kidding.



“Wouldn’t I?” He would do no such thing, but he enjoyed seeing that look on her face when he was actually able to astound her. Lucius actually liked children. He had enjoyed Draco’s childhood immensely, at least until Voldemort showed up again. Well, maybe he didn’t like all children, but he certainly liked his own. How could a man not enjoy the proof of his own virility? “I’m tired of this conversation, let’s move on.”



“But….”



“No buts. How are you this morning?” He asked, his voice was so soft and silky sounding that she forgot why she was annoyed with him. Instantly she went from miffed to aroused, just by the slight change in his tone. This was not good, she couldn’t let herself get too emotionally involved with Lucius. While he was delightfully funny, charming, and a complete dynamo in bed, she was still the muggleborn bride forced on him by the ministry. She had to guard her heart.



“I’m good, how are you?” She asked. Lucius smiled slyly and pressed forward, his erection nudging between her folds. “Lucius!” Her hands wrapped around his muscular biceps and squeezed.



“How about we start the morning off right?” He asked, pushing further inside her. He had thought maybe he imagined the snug, fist-like fit of her sex around him, he groaned softly in relief as he discovered that his memory had in fact been correct. “Damn it feels good to be inside you.” He pressed his lips to the side of her neck, nibbling and kissing his way to her lips. “Care to give your husband a good morning kiss?” He was thrusting slowly inside her. He knew she was unused to such activity and had no wish to make her sore and uncomfortable, that would not benefit anyone. He had just gotten her into his bed, and after several long weeks of abstinence, he had a storehouse of sexual energy that needed to be expunged.



Hermione lifted her lips to his; she couldn’t pass up an opportunity to indulge in his decadent kisses. Lucius knew his way around a woman’s body and he had perfected the technique of kissing so that no one else could hold a candle to him, at least as far as Hermione was concerned. The kiss was so soft, so sweetly tender that she wonder if this were the same man she had made love to the night before. Was it his intent to keep her completely off balance?



She would have pondered that thought longer, but she lost her ability to think clearly when Lucius slid his hands beneath her thighs and lifted them high and encouraged her to wrap them around him. She was crying out softly against his lips, the new angle of his thrusts was brushing that sweet spot inside her. Hermione wondered if she would ever be able to predict her response to him as she felt herself spin out of control when her climax came.



Lucius was right behind her, coming in long, hot jets inside her. He couldn’t fight the smug smile as he nuzzled the side of her neck with his nose. She was such a responsive little thing so easy to please. He couldn’t wait to push her boundaries, to test the limits of her pleasure. He just hoped he would have the patience it would require to ease her into it.



He lifted his head and looked down at her flushed face. Her eyes were closed while she attempted to get her breathing back under control. She must have felt his stare because her eyes opened slowly, blinking several times as she focused on him.



“Now that is the perfect way to start your morning, better than coffee.” He said.



“What am I going to do with you Lucius?” She chuckled.



“Well, if you haven’t any where else to be, I have a few ideas…”