Adventurous Hearts: The Temple

CHAPTER 12: Arabian Nights









Hermione had to hand it to Lucius, even as a casual lover he was chivalrous. She couldn’t help but compare him to Severus who generally cuddled her only briefly before swatting her backside playfully and climbing from the bed, or whatever surface they may have landed on, to dress and leave.







Lucius however remained sprawled over her for several moments before finally sliding to a more comfortable position at her side. He continued to whisper in her ear, his fingers stroking gently over the curve of her shoulder and the side of her throat. Over and over again he would whisper sweet witch while he stroked her.







Finally he helped her back into her clothing, righting her trousers and replacing her bra and shirt. She was stunned by his behavior, figuring that he would have wanted to get away from her quickly. Instead he was the consummate gentleman. He stood over her and offered her his hand, helping her to her feet with a slight smile. She kept waiting for him to say something cruel and hurtful, but he never did.







“Our next task is just beyond that door.” He said, winking at her as he opened the door and pulled her through behind him.





Ensconced in darkness they waited as their environment began to form. The scent of incense assaulted them before the room began to form around them. Gossamer draped the walls, shimmering in the soft flickering light of the oil lamps strewn around the room. The floor was littered with satin pillows of vibrant, jewel tones. A low table laden with food sat in one corner and a large mattress piled high with even more pillows filled another. A large rectangular tub sat off to the side, the surface of the water covered with floating candles and rose petals.







“Well, it looks like something straight out of Arabian Nights doesn’t it?” Hermione asked, looking around in awe. Morgana certainly knew how to set the scene.







“I would have to agree with you there.” He said thinking that the room fairly screamed for a reenactment of the Kama Sutra, and he was more than willing to play his part.









“I don’t know about you, but I want a bath and then I want to eat, I am completely famished.” Hermione said as she made her way towards the tub. She flopped back onto an overlarge pillow and began unlacing and removing her boots.







“I see you intend to take advantage of the bathing facilities first.” He drawled, staring covetously at the warm water.







“It’s a big tub, we could share if you want.” She said, getting to her feet and peeling off her clothes.







“You don’t think that inappropriate?” He asked. He had just looked at her, touched her but still he was rendered speechless at the sight of her.







“Lucius, we practically had sex less than twenty minutes ago, sharing a bath seems fairly innocent, besides, until Morgana issues the task we should refrain from doing anything that might interfere with carrying out her demands.” She said as she stepped into the warm water.







“Are you impugning my stamina?” He asked as he began to remove his own clothing.







“I wouldn’t dream of it.” Hermione watched him disrobe with no shame for her interest in his body. “But I am of two schools on the matter.” She said smiling. “It’s either A, you have been without for so long you are going to respond like a teenage boy and be able to come and within short order be ready to come yet again, or it is B, you will come once, really hard and you will end up unconscious and I will not be able to wake you for hours.”











Lucius shucked his trousers and boxers at the same time, one brow lifted as he stood at the tub side staring down at her.







“And which school are you leaning towards?” He asked.







“From the looks of that I would say A.” She laughed staring at his half erect penis. “Get in the tub before you hurt someone with that thing.”







“There is no one but us, therefore the only one in danger from this thing is you.” He said stepping slowly into the tub. “And since it is a direct result of your naked presence it seems fitting that you be the one threatened.” He settled in at the opposite end of the tub and stretched his feet out in front of him, settling them alongside her hip as he made himself comfortable.







“That’s a rather arrogant statement isn’t it?” She asked. “Assuming that I find your…equipment…threatening.”







“I believe it was you who brought up its potential to harm another.” He laughed. “I take it however that you aren’t at all threatened?”







“I have no fear that you will cause me harm…physically.” She said, reaching below the surface for his foot and pulling it into her lap. “The danger you pose is psychological, emotional.”







“Explain how you have come to that conclusion.” He was curious about her comment and still trying to come to grips with the fact that she hid nothing. Whatever she thought, whatever she was feeling she vocalized, willing to discuss in great detail if he so desired. He couldn’t recall a conversation of a personal nature with a woman in his past. With anyone really, it just wasn’t something that was accepted in his world, you kept your personal business to yourself.









“For most of my life I have known you one way. Wealthy pureblood…elitist…death eater…criminal. While I had always known you were attractive I never once considered you a potential lover, in truth, had we not been thrust into this situation, I still wouldn’t consider you based on our history.” She began to massage his foot gently as she spoke. “But because of this I am learning another side of you and it makes me feel off center. What I thought I knew I now know to be incorrect.”







“And what is your opinion of me now?” He asked, his eyes fluttering with pleasure when she pressed her thumbs into the arch of his foot.







“Wealthy pureblood….elitist….death eater…criminal, you are still all those things. But now I also see the intellectual…the traditionalist…caring father…a man repentant and to some degree changed.” She gave him just the slightest of smiles. “It isn’t often that I admit to being wrong about something you know.”







“Had all this been revealed to you previously would you have considered me a potential lover then?” He asked, withdrawing his foot from her lap and replacing it with the other one.







“Would you have been so open and honest with me had you not been trapped in this temple?” She asked.







“Probably not.” He answered honestly.









“There you have it. Besides, had things been different you would never have considered taking me as a lover anyhow, you said yourself you kept only pureblood mistresses.” She smirked softly. “Unless of course you were to join Severus and me at some point.”





Lucius smiled, she was trying to avoid serious conversation with him and was using sex, and her relationship with Severus as a diversion.





“Did you often discuss bringing in a third player?” He asked.







“It has been discussed once or twice.” She said, running her fingernail along the sole of his foot and laughing when he jumped. “Can I wash your hair?” She asked suddenly.







“Pardon?” Lucius looked up at the sudden change of subject.







“Your hair, can I wash it for you?” She asked again. “Please?”







“Why?”









“Because when women talk about the luscious Lucius Malfoy your hair is almost always at the top of the agenda.” She said smiling.







“Luscious? I’m not sure what is more disturbing, that particular moniker or the fact that women are sitting about discussing me like an object.” He said frowning.







“Don’t fret over it, it’s a compliment, now can I wash your hair or not?” She asked.







“I suppose, if it pleases you.” He said, shaking his head at the odd request. “You aren’t going to do anything to it are you? I wouldn’t like for it to change color or suddenly all fall out.”









“No, I promise. Besides, I like your hair. I happen to be quite fond of long hair on a wizard.” She said, shifting to her knees in the middle of the tub and gesturing for him to turn around and sit in front of her.









“Along with a fine arse?” He said, waiting nervously while she reached for the ceramic pitcher sitting tub side and the basket of shampoos and soap.









“What can I say; it’s a winning combination as far as I am concerned.” She laughed.









“Ah, but Sev doesn’t have the best hair, it always did look a fright.” Lucius said as she tugged the elastic band free and tossed it aside.







“Yours wasn’t too pretty a few days ago either, Lucius. And his hair isn’t as bad as you think; it’s quite fine and silky actually. Tilt your head back.” She poured the pitcher of warm water over his head and it immediately refilled. She set it aside and began uncapping small glass bottles of shampoo. “Do you have a scent preference?” She asked.







“Nothing fruity or floral if you don’t mind.” He said. He waved off several different bottles. “I like the patchouli and citrus.” He said, reading the label on the bottle and handing it to her.







“You sure you don’t like the summer berries?” She teased as she filled her palm with the spicy scented shampoo. She rubbed her hands together then began to lather his hair, digging in to his scalp and massaging, her nails scratching lightly as she ran the fragrant suds through the platinum length.







“This feels wonderful.” He said, his eyes closed and his head tilted back. “I think I would consider employing you just to do this for me every day.”









“You couldn’t afford me.” She laughed as she reached for the pitcher and rinsed the soap away. “There, all done.”







“Was it worth it?” He asked, turning around to face her and smoothing his hands over his wet locks.







“It was an experience that shall make me the envy of every young witch who ever fantasized about that lovely mane of yours.” She said.







“Now it’s my turn correct?” He asked.







“Your turn? You want to wash this nest?” She asked flipping the thick plaited rope of hair in the air.









“You seemed so keen on washing my hair, surely you got something out of it…I want to see what all the fuss is about.” He reached for the end of her braid and used it to pull her to him. He slipped the band from the end and began to slowly un-plait the thick strands. He was stunned as the curls came to life, wrapping themselves around his fingers and forearms. “My gods woman this mess has a life of its own!”







“I told you.” She laughed. “Why do you think it is always in a braid?”







“It is so thick, how do you stand carrying all that weight around atop your head?”







“I’m used to it.” She said. “Hey!” She sputtered when he poured the water over her head and let it run down over her face and into her eyes. “I was gentle and a whole lot more considerate of you.” She grouched while rubbing her eyes.







“I apologize; I can not say I am used to sharing my bath with anyone, much less washing another person’s hair.” He chuckled; he had done it deliberately because the witch seemed to enjoy riling him. He reached for the small basket of bottles and dug through the tiny glass vials until he found what he wanted.







“What scent are you using?” She asked. “I don’t want to smell like a man.”







“You say that as you sit in a tub washing my scent from your body.” He said pitching his voice low and causing her to glance at him over her shoulder.







“Are you trying to charm me, Mr. Malfoy?” She asked. “I suspect the lack of your scent on my person will not last long, given Morgana’s tendencies….and yours.”







“I am beginning to believe that charm does not work on you Madam. As for my tendencies, well I was never one to deny myself what I want and it is an easy habit to fall back into now that I have my freedom.” He began to gently massage the fruit scented shampoo through her hair. She moaned softly and immediately he was hard and aching. He prayed Morgana would not wait long to issue the task and hoped it would be one involving mutual pleasure once more for he did not think he could handle another round of blue balls.







“Charming is as charming does, Lucius. I have been on the receiving end of more than one man’s charm and wound up burned.” She leaned back against him and his hands followed the path of the bubbles over her shoulder along the swells of her breasts. “Your hands are roaming, you’re supposed to be washing my hair, not my breasts.”







“My apologies.” He smirked, though he did not remove his hands immediately, instead he brushed a lingering caress over her nipples before returning his wandering hands to her hair. He reached for the pitcher of clean water and cupped her beneath her chin to tilt her head back against his shoulder before rinsing the long, unruly curls.







Her eyes fluttered open and she stared up at him. The heat between them was palpable and completely unexpected. She questioned whether or not she was able to handle a man like Lucius.





“You look like you want to kiss me.” She said softly.







“I was thinking about it.” He replied, staring at the plump pinkness of her lips.







“But you don’t have to….”







“I want to.” He whispered as he lowered his lips to hers and kissed her for the first time without being required to do so.











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Happy Mothers Day to all the mommies who read!!!!!









Utopia – I know the handlicking isn’t exactly ladylike, but It wouldn’t pay for his first handjob in ages to result in chafing…..besides, he needs that very soon…=) I think “zip” is a habit more than anything else…..so after your review I went looking and found standard cut mens trousers with button fly…..but fuck, a zipper is quicker and wouldn’t you want the quickest route to Lucius/Jason Isaacs bits? Suppose I could just shred them right off of him…..but I have no magic to repair them…..ok, Im drifting now…….