Adventurous Hearts Part III: Merlin's Tomb

Chapter 12: Coddling Wizards





Hermione spent another two weeks in the hospital and then was released into Lucius’s care. He took her to the manor to convalesce, setting her up in his rooms and hiring a private nurse. Everything was done for her. Her meals were brought to the room, books were read to her, she wasn’t even permitted to see to her own bath. At night she slept all alone in Lucius’s big bed while he slept on a chaise beneath the window.







She felt fine, but Lucius didn’t seem to hear or care. She no longer felt any pain and aside from some residual fatigue, she felt like her old self. In fact she could feel the tell tale stirrings of arousal as she watched Lucius readying himself for bed. Wearing only a pair of silky drawstring trousers he pulled a blanket from the foot of the bed and reached for his pillow. Hermione’s hand darted out, her fingers wrapping around his wrist.







“Why don’t you sleep in the bed tonight?” She saw the almost panicked look in his eyes and nearly laughed at him.







“I don’t think that would be a very good idea.” He said woodenly. “You are still recovering, you need your rest.”







“Damn it, Lucius, I have been abed for over a month, I am fine. You heard the healer this morning, fully recovered.” She said, tugging at his wrist. “Come to bed.”







“We should wait…”







“I don’t want to wait!” She snapped, her confinement and his constant coddling was too much, she couldn’t take anymore. She released her grip on his wrist and flung the covers off of her as she exited the bed.







“What do you think you’re doing?” He demanded as he watched her stomp across his bedchamber to the wardrobe and disappear inside.







“I’m leaving!” She snapped from within the shadowy confines of his closet. Her nightgown came flying from inside and seconds later she appeared in a pair of his boxers and an undershirt.





“You can’t leave in the middle of winter wearing my underwear! Get back in bed this instant!” He shouted, pointing towards the bed.







“Watch me, Malfoy.” She taunted, heading towards his fireplace. His arm came out and snagged her around the waist.







“You aren’t going anywhere, Hermione. Get your bottom back in that bed or so help me….”







“Or you’ll what? Coddle me to death? Already done that, Lucius, and I am bored to tears.” She said, wriggling free of his hold. “I’m not staying here a moment longer so you can treat me like a fucking invalid!”







“Watch your language!” He grabbed both of her wrists and held them in front of her.







“You watch it, and make sure you watch my arse as I walk out of here too.” She snapped, trying to wrench her arms free.







“What is wrong with you?” He asked, confused by the sudden fit of temper.







“What’s wrong with me? I have been lying in bed for a month! I eat in bed; I read in bed, I visit with people in bed! I’m sick of being in bed! The one thing I want to do in bed I can’t because you won’t come near me!” She said, angry tears beginning to fill her eyes.





“You are mad at me because I won’t have sex with you?” He asked. “You were crushed, you nearly died!”





“But I didn’t!”







“You need time to heal!”







“I’m fine! Aside from the fact that I’m randy as hell!” She heard him growl in frustration and she growled right back.







“Go to bed.” He said roughly.







“No. I’m going to Severus’s.” She said, still trying to free her arms.







“What for?”







“Because he wouldn’t be acting like such a pussy right now!” She said, deliberately taunting him with her vulgar language.







“Ha, you say that now but the man was weeping over your bed for hours when you were unconscious.” Lucius snarled, his jealousy surfacing.







“But he wouldn’t be doing it now. I can guarantee you that had I asked him to sleep with me my head would be slamming into the wall by now and I would be screaming in pleasure not in anger!” She saw the change come over him, that feral expression that told her she had pushed him a little too far.







“Well forgive me for loving you enough that I wanted to be certain you were well before we resumed our physical relationship!” He growled at her. He released her wrists and moved his grip to her arms pulling her tight against his chest. “Forgive me for neglecting your needs.”







Hermione’s eyes widened as he shoved her backwards onto the bed. She bounced once, her lips pursed in a little “o” of shock as Lucius yanked the drawstring on his pajama bottoms and let them fall to the floor.





“Allow me to remedy my oversight.” He purred, walking towards her, gloriously naked and aroused. It suddenly dawned on her that he too had been forced into celibacy over the last month and was likely just as frustrated as she was. He grabbed his wand from the nightstand and disposed of his pilfered clothing leaving her naked and vulnerable on his bed.







He looked her over, noting that the bruises that once marred her beautiful form were now healed and had faded away, the scratches and cuts gone without a trace. She really was well again. He climbed into the bed, kneeling over her with his hands braced at her shoulders.







“Never, ever threaten to leave me and go to him, Hermione.” He said hoarsely. “Don’t push me to challenge my friend.”







“I’m sorry, I was angry.” She said, her hands sliding up around his neck. “You have to stop treating me like I am made of glass, Lucius. I love you, I want you.”







He answered with a kiss. Not the soft, affectionate kisses he had bestowed on her for the last month, but a full on open mouthed kiss of passion. His tongue plundered, scouring her mouth as he sought to reacquaint himself with the taste of her. She nipped at the slippery invader then followed with her own as they licked and sucked at each others mouths.







“Do you think I haven’t desired you over these last weeks?” He asked her between kisses. “It has been killing me to let you sleep alone in my bed every night. I have felt guilty, like some sort of lecher for wanting you the way I have.”







“You are a lecher, Lucius, but I love you anyway.” She teased. “Oh, yes, keep doing that!” She moaned as his lips found the sweet spot just below her ear.







“Are you certain this won’t hurt you?” He asked softly, concern pushing through his desire.







“I’m fine, your lips and your touch make it all go away.” She moaned as she brought her hands to his shoulders. “In fact, I think you should put them all over me just to make sure.”







“Is that so?” Lucius chuckled against her skin, his tongue licking a hot trail down the side of her throat and over her chest. “Well, if it’s for medicinal purposes I suppose I can’t argue can I?”





“There are better uses for your mouth right now, Lucius, and talking isn’t one of them.” Hermione tangled her fingers in his hair and tugged his mouth to her breast, arching her back and pressing the tight nipple against his lips. He licked lightly, circling the taut tip with his tongue before sucking her gently into his mouth. She groaned, pressing her breast further into his mouth, encouraging him to suck harder. He raked his teeth over her lightly and she keened loud enough that it echoed in the still of the room. “More!” She pleaded, guiding his head to her other breast, voicing her pleasure loudly.







He sucked and nipped at her breasts until the nipples were red, swollen and painfully erect, much like his self at that moment. He began the downward path over her abdomen, his tongue darting into her navel and licking over the soft curve of her belly.







“Wait!” She said, shoving at his shoulders. Lucius moved off of her quickly, shifting to the side.







“Did I hurt you? Should I get the healer?” He asked, looking over her worriedly.







“No, I’m fine, I just want to reciprocate.” She smiled. “Lay back, Lucius.” She pushed him onto his back, smiling slyly as she got to her knees beside him. She stared down at his cock, long, thick and hard, lying against his pelvis. “That looks rather angry.” She said, reaching out to take the ruddy member in her hand. She slid her fingers over him gently, stroking the throbbing pulse along the underside.







“You weren’t the only one feeling neglected.” He rasped as she flicked her fingernail gently over the sensitive tip. Clear beads of fluid began to weep from the tiny slit as he bucked under her touch.





“Well, I can fix that.” She winked at him before lowering her mouth sliding her wet tongue over the head of his cock. He gasped, lifting his head to watch her as she sucked him between her plump lips, nursing gently on the bulbous tip while she stroked the base with her hand. Over and over she moved the vacuum of her mouth along his length, alternating between long, slow, deep pulls and short, shallow sucks.







“My god you are going to be the death of me.” He groaned. She pulled her mouth from him and smiled.





“Put a pillow beneath your head.” She ordered.







“What for?” He asked, reaching above his head and dragging a pillow across the bed and tucking it beneath him.





“So you won’t strain your neck.” She said as she shifted her body, throwing one leg over him so that she straddled his chest. Lucius made an inarticulate sound of surprise as he got an up close and personal view of her sex. She was clearly aroused, the lips of her pussy swollen and slick, parted slightly so that he could see the hard little nubbin of her clit.







“Sweet Merlin, what you do to me.” He gasped lifting his arms to encircle her hips and tug her backwards to his mouth.





“Be good to me and I will be very good to you.” She said saucily over her shoulder before turning around and taking him back into her mouth.







Lucius adored the bold little witch’s passion, the relaxed and open way she expressed her sexuality, her desire for him. He rested comfortably on the pillow, his tongue slithering through her sensitive folds. Each time he would lave a particularly pleasurable spot she would moan, the vibrations moving along his cock and increasing the ache in his balls. The harder she sucked him the more voracious his tonguing became as he gauged his actions by hers.





“Stop!” He growled, feeling the telltale pulse in his balls that signaled his release was near. She didn’t listen; she continued to suck on him, stroking him closer to orgasm. He grabbed her hips, his fingers digging in as he closed his lips around her clit, sucking hard, his tongue lashing at her feverishly until she released his cock from its oral imprisonment in order to cry out as her own zenith overtook her. She shuddered and whimpered, rocking her core over his lips as he continued to suckle and tongue her through her orgasm.





“You play dirty.” She panted as she rolled off of him into an exhausted sprawl.







“You weren’t exactly playing fair yourself.” He rolled over and crawled slowly up her body, his lips and tongue dragging over her passion damp skin, taking in the salty sweet flavor. “I prefer to come when I’m buried deep inside you.”





“Then stop talking about it and do it.” She whispered, her nails raking lightly over his back as he settled between her thighs. He rubbed the tip of his cock against her, sliding easily through flesh saturated from her arousal and his mouth. Slowly he sank into her. She was wet, hot and tight, her sheathe swollen from her orgasm.





A breathy little moan was her reaction as he pushed deep, withdrew, and pushed in again. He could barely breathe as the pleasure of being inside her again raced through him. He couldn’t seem to get enough as he thrust in and out of her eager sex. His control was tested as she began to deliberately clench and unclench her vagina around his shaft.







“Evil witch!” He groaned, thrusting minimally harder and faster.





“Harder, Lucius.” She panted. “I won’t break, fuck me harder.”





The sound that escaped his lips sounded pitiful to his own ears as he pushed up, bracing himself on his extended arms. He couldn’t stop, need, instinct and pure unfettered lust had his hips rising and falling into her hard and fast. Her back bowed and her hands slid over his sweaty skin to curve around his flexing arse, pulling him tighter against her as she rolled her hips.





“Damn you!” He shouted, moving even faster, grinding his pelvis into hers as sweat rolled down between his shoulder blades, pooling at the small of his back as he fucked her for all he was worth.





“Yes, Lucius! I’m coming…don’t stop…oh gods, don’t stop!”







Her lusty pleas drove him over the edge and with a final, deep thrust he came with ragged groan, filling her with his essence as she convulsed around him, pulsing as her own bliss overcame her. He caught himself on his forearms when his arms finally gave out on him, careful to keep his weight off of her. He kissed her lips, laughing when she nipped his lip.







“I’m beginning to think you picked a fight on purpose.” He pressed his brow to hers.







“Don’t think too hard, Lucius, you may hurt yourself.” She smiled. “Besides, does it matter?”







“Now that you have wrung me dry? I suppose not.” With a groan he withdrew slowly and rolled onto his back. He stretched his arm out and grabbed his wand, passing it to her so that she could clean up.





“I hope that means you will stop treating me like I’m going to shatter if you touch me.” She said, casting a quick cleansing spell and handing his wand back to him before she curled up against his side.





“Do not hold my concern for you against me, Hermione. I only wanted the best for you, to know you had made a full recovery before subjecting you to my…lust.” He said, his arm curling around her shoulder and pulling her tightly against him as he tugged the blankets up around them.





“I wouldn’t say that you were subjecting me to anything, that implies that it was unwanted attention when the truth is the opposite. I want your attentions, your concern, your love and of course your lust.” She smiled, toying with the soft curls on his chest.





“All I am and all I have are yours, Hermione.” He said, kissing her brow. “I love you.”







“I love you too.” She said, tucking her face into the side of his neck and closing her eyes, content to have him sleeping beside her again.











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Ah…a day off =) where I have the time to reply to a few reviews….yay!



Its so sweet how everyone worries over Sev LOL





Mrs_Helene_Snape – she is changed to some degree from the accident, but you wont see it for a few chapters yet. =) and harry….ah yes, it is always easier to admit you are wrong and say Im sorry when you don’t have to look a person in the eyes isnt it?





Utopia – unfortunately, I have spent time in the hospital. When I had my daughter, she tried to come at 31 weeks, mind you I had already spent months on bedrest. I spend all my pregnancies on bedrest, it isnt fun but is worth it in the end…anyhow, I spent 3 weeks living in the hossy hooked up to monitors and IVs with meds racing through me that made me sick, which they gave me more meds to counteract that just made me sleep 24/7….finally they let her be born at 34 weeks. Shes soon to be 2 now and perfect…..=)





Ive also had the joy of a recent stint for pneumonia….that was NOT fun either….plus in the last 5 years we have lost several family members to cancer, and my mother is a diabetic who doesn’t control her bloodsugar so we are there a lot with her….so hospitals are nothing new to me unfortunately. Must be why I hate them so much.