Something In The Way She Moves

Chapter 14: The Chair Revisited









It was several months into the relationship, her friends knew, his parents knew, and still he couldn’t get enough of her. His lips were moving over hers slowly, sensuously, his hands roving over her back, pulling her tight against him. He had been away for a week on business. An entire week without tasting her, without touching her, without sleeping beside her. It was miserable. He had been miserable.





His every thought had been consumed with her, with missing her. It was disconcerting to say the least. He hadn’t even considered going home first when he finished up in Germany, and it wasn’t just because she had his dog. He couldn’t wait to see her and as soon as he stepped foot in her house he had gone straight to her and pulled her into his arms.





He devoured her mouth, needing the taste of her. He held her so tight that her arms were pinned between them, completely immobile.





“You should probably stop; my boyfriend is due back tonight.” She said when he released her lips and began nibbling along her jaw.





“He should have never left you alone to begin with, stupid bloke.” He muttered, licking the spot behind her ear.





“You’re right; I have been dreadfully lonely since he went away.” She said, arching her neck to give him better access.





“Did you miss him?” His hands slid down her back and began gathering up the cotton length of her gown in his fists.





“Every moment of every day.” She whispered.





“Gods I missed you too.” He said, holding her tighter, his grip almost painful.





“I’m glad you’re back.” She said, wriggling her arms free so she could wrap them around him.





“That was the most miserable business trip I have ever been on.” He said, leaning back to look at her.





“I hope you made enough money to make it worth it.” She smiled.





“I don’t know that any amount of money is worth the misery of being without you for so long.” He said, giving her backside a squeeze. “Tell me what you did while I was gone?”





“I worked, I missed you, I did some shopping and missed you some more.” She said. “Oh and I got my chair back.”





“What chair?”





“The one you bought me at the street fair.” She said, looking over his shoulder at the tall, wing backed chair now covered in black velvet and sitting near the fireplace.





“That’s the ugly arsed smelly chair?” He turned around, one arm still around her waist to look at her newly recovered chair.





“It looks nice, doesn’t it?” She smiled. “I had it gutted, re-padded and re-covered.”





Draco leaned forward and sniffed the chair.





“Well it no longer smells like a dead man’s arse.” He said.





“How would you know what that smells like?” She asked.





“I don’t. But I can guess.” He said. “I seem to recall a promise you made regarding that chair.”





“I made no promise, I simply brought up that it had certain advantages for our usage of said chair.” Her hand was sliding over his bum and he cocked an eyebrow in surprise.





“I have been gone for a week, how about we explore those advantages now?” He purred, pulling her back into his arms.





“Oh, I don’t know…I was getting ready to go to bed and Studly is waiting for me…” She yelped when he pinched her bottom.





“Getting awfully cheeky, aren’t you?” He walked her backwards until the chair hit the back of her legs. “What are you wearing under this night gown?”





“What’s it to you?” She asked, smirking playfully.





“Oh we have an attitude do we?” He asked, nudging her back onto the chair. “Is someone angry because I went away?”







“Not angry…I just didn’t like it.” She said truthfully. She had missed him more than she would have liked. Her days were easy enough, work saw to that, but the nights were tough. She had gotten used to him coming by, often sleeping over and holding her as they slept.





“I didn’t like it either, next time I have to go away I think I will just take you with me.” He removed his robes and tie, then slowly began undoing the buttons on his shirt, pulling the tails free of his waistband as he went.





“Then Studly would be all alone.” She was watching him, her bottom lip pulled between her teeth as he revealed his finely muscled torso.





“We could take him with us.” He kicked off his shoes and then knelt in front of her, his hands sliding over the tops of her thighs. “I’m beginning to think you like my dog more than you like me.”





“Maybe I do. Maybe I am only dating you for Studly.” She shivered when his fingertips skimmed along her inner thighs. His hands were moving slowly beneath the hem of her sleeveless night gown, pushing it up as he stroked her soft skin.





“You know, I think you are the only person in my life who likes him.” Draco said, somewhat distractedly as he slid his fingers higher between her legs, gently nudging her thighs apart.





“Draco…I don’t want to talk about the dog right now.” She said, sucking in a sharp breath when he ducked his head and bit the inside of her thigh just above her knee.





“What do you want to talk about?” He asked, licking slowly up and pushing the knit gown higher and higher.





“No talking.” She gasped as his hands clasped her hips and jerked her forward to the edge of the chair.





“Good, I’m not much in the mood for conversation at the moment.” He pushed the gown up and over her hips. “Damn…you aren’t wearing any knickers under there.”





“I d-don’t wear them to b-bed, you know that.” She whimpered as his fingers tickled small circles high on her thighs.





“Believe me, I am grateful.” He chuckled, pushing her thighs even further apart so he could move between them. “Damn I missed you.” He pushed his shoulders beneath her thighs and lapped at her. One long, slow lick from opening to clit that had her nearly jumping off of the seat.







“Oh!” She still hadn’t quite gotten used to him licking at her sex that way and every time he did she felt like she were going to climb right out of her skin, and not in a bad way. She had trouble controlling her reactions to his ministrations and often ended up coming within seconds of his tongue touching her flesh. He loved her reactions and apparently he loved performing that particular act.





She still didn’t quite understand why he wanted to do it, but she wasn’t complaining, it felt fantastic and he seemed to have a talent for it. If she wasn’t so mindless with the pleasure of it she might wonder just how he became so adept at it. She didn’t really want to wonder, she didn’t want to know just so long as he wasn’t honing his skills elsewhere.





“You’re distracted.” Draco said, kissing the insides of her thighs lightly. “What’s wrong?”





“Nothing…you’re just really good at that.” She said.







“Really? If I’m so good at it then why did you stall out on me?” He asked, concerned.







“My…my mind began to wander. You’re too good not to have…practiced, a lot.” She said, turning her eyes away.





He laid his hands on her thighs and squeezed gently. He could see the insecurity on her face.





“I have a past, Hermione.” He said softly. “Not one I am particularly proud of, but I have a past and it can not be changed. You knew that, Luv, why is it bothering you now?”





“Sometimes I feel…inadequate. I still don’t quite understand this thing between us and I wonder how long it will be before you get bored with the poor, pathetic, inexperienced mudblood.”





“How long have you been thinking like this?” He asked, pulling her up and switching places with her, settling her over his lap as he sat in the chair.





“Pretty much from the beginning.” She said, wincing a bit when she saw the hurt in his eyes.





“Hermione, listen to me. It isn’t about experience or about skill. It’s about how you make me feel. That is why I broke all of my own rules and pursued you; it is why I sought out a relationship with you. You make me feel…happy.” He smoothed his hand down over her hair and smiled. “I don’t mind that you aren’t experienced. I love that you are surprised and un-jaded. I love that your responses are real and sometimes out of control.”





She was blushing, yet the heat building inside her had nothing to do with embarrassment. His words warmed her to the core, filled her with something that made her feel light as air. She had never felt it before, not even with Ron. It was new and exciting and she couldn’t believe she felt it for him, of all people. She just wished she knew what it was. Was it love? She had loved Ron, but what she was feeling for Draco was nothing like that. It was more intense, different, frightening at times.





“ What happens when a pretty face comes along….”





“Hermione, stop. You are more than enough for me.” He smirked. “I can barely handle you; I doubt that I will have the chance to become bored with you.” He cuddled her close to his chest. “Stop worrying this relationship to death, Hermione. Just let it be.”





“I can’t help it, worrying is in my nature.” She laid her head on his shoulder. “Forgive me?”





“I should be the one asking your forgiveness, I should have been doing a better job at making you see how I feel about you.” He gave her thigh a gentle squeeze.





“I’m not tired; you have plenty of time to make me see.” She whispered, her lips pressing into the side of his neck. She nibbled at the slightly rough skin, the stubble starting to grace his jaw scratching her lips. He closed his eyes and groaned, letting his head fall back against the chair as she moved over him, settling herself astride his thighs, her lips still fastened to his throat.





A little half smile lifted the corners of his mouth as he tilted his head to the side to give her better access. Her hands slid inside his open shirt and over his smooth chest. She stroked his nipples lightly, scratching with her fingernail until he hissed and arched his back. He liked it nearly as much as she did it seemed. She pushed his shirt wide open and lowered her head to lick the tender little disk until it pebbled and puckered slightly before she sucked on it.





“Ungh…I think it’s you showing me a thing or two.” He gathered the knit material of her nightshirt in his hands and tugged it upwards and over her head. He hated that it had to break contact between them but he needed her naked, needed to get his hands on all of her creamy skin. Her fingers dance low over his stomach and began tugging at the buckle on his belt. She had his trousers open quickly and was rising up on her knees so that she could help him shove them from under his hips and down, letting them fall around his ankles.





“If I recall you said I was supposed to ride you through the seat.” She took him in her hand and stroked him gently for a moment before lifting and pressing the plum colored tip of him against her slick opening. She reached above his head and clutched the high back of the chair as she lowered herself carefully onto him, taking him deep inside her inch by slow inch until her bottom was once more settled against his thighs and he was as deep inside her as he could possibly go.





“God damn, woman! I thought I had imagined how good it feels to be inside you.” He his voice was low and hoarse. “Son of a …” He hissed as she began to move, a slow, undulation of her hips that rocked him back and forth inside her and rubbed her clit against his pubic bone. The wet, hot grip of her was heaven and hell all at once. Heaven because nothing felt quite as good as the strangling grip of her pussy on his cock and hell because he needed more, wanted more friction, needed to have all that slippery warmth stroking over every inch of him again and again.





He fought the urge to take over as he watched her. Her face was stunning, head tilted back, mouth open slightly as tiny little whimpers spilled forth. The ends of her hair tickled the tops of his thighs as she moved and her breasts jiggled delightfully and so close that he couldn’t resist leaning forward to take one softly swaying tip between his lips to suck.







“Oh god, Draco!” It was a trigger for her and he knew it, knew that having her nipples sucked when he was inside her was a sure fire way to send her rocketing skyward. “Coming….oh, I’m coming!” She cried, her hips moving more urgently. He wrapped his arms around her waist and began thrusting upwards into her as she climaxed around him.





She pulsed and rippled along his shaft as he plunged through the tight, sucking grip of her orgasm towards his own. Her cries were still ringing out as he pulsed inside her, coming and coming as though it had been months since his last release and not just a week.







“Next time you are definitely coming with me.” He breathed against her shoulder, his tongue circling over the damp, sweaty skin and savoring the salty flavor of her.





“I think I may be getting addicted to this.” She sighed, her cheek resting on the top of his head.





“Don’t worry, I have plenty where that came from. I am more than happy to be your supplier.” He chuckled. “Please, allow me to be you enabler and encourage your addiction.”





“What if I break you?” She teased.





“Oh god I hope you try.” He groaned, hugging her tighter. “Please promise me you are going to try.”





“You’re sleeping over aren’t you?” She was stroking the back of his neck, completely drained.





“I didn’t even say hello before taking you in my arms, do you think I intend to leave you anytime soon?” He shifted his feet, freeing them from his trousers that had fallen around his ankles as he stood. Her legs locked around his waist and he slid his hands beneath her bottom to support her as he carried her down the hall to her bedroom.





She held on so tight, her arms and legs wrapped around him, her face tucked into the side of his throat as she kissed his pulse again and again. He loved it. This was what he craved every moment he was away, her, wrapped around him like a vine. The scent of her filling his senses. It wasn’t just the sex either; it was her plain and simple. His girl, his Hermione.





He walked into her darkened bedroom and memory led him straight to her bed.





“Move, Studs.” Draco said when he saw the dim light from the hall reflect on the dog’s eyes. The dog moved out of the way as Draco climbed into the bed, still holding his precious cargo. He settled her close, her leg draped over him as she snuggled into his side. He pulled the blankets up over them and Studly moved up to lay his head in Draco’s lap. “Thanks for taking care of her.” He said, rubbing his pet’s head. Studly whined slightly and Draco smiled. “Look at us, boy. Completely whipped by a woman who has no idea the kind of power she wields and I am not talking about magic.”





It sounded almost like a sigh coming from the dog and Draco smiled. He closed his eyes, a similar sound of contentment emanating from his chest as he slowly fell asleep.









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Party was great! Work the next day…not so much =(…..but the party was great LMAO





I am so glad everyone loved Lucius and Narcissa’s little ‘visit’, I loved writing it, as it played out in my head I was laughing out loud. I just cant write the Malfoy’s as evil all the time. I don’t really see them that way to be honest. I see them as people who thought they were doing the right thing at the time to protect their culture, no matter how blind it was. Not that it matters here, just thought Id put that out there LMAO







Sheedy – That was the same lineup I saw!!! Heart was the best of the 3 in my opinion, Journey just isn’t the same without Perry.





Smurphy – Im glad you are enjoying the story….there is a display case of smurf stuff on display in my museum……





Dressagegrrrl – thanks! I have to say Remember is probably the fic I am most proud of at the moment, it was a real challenge for me to write a time turner……but Im gonna attempt t again before long…..this time with Lucius but it isnt really going back in time….I don’t want to give the plot away, but I hope you will read it when I get it ready to post!!!







Camille - any woman in her right mind would be in heaven to wake up with Lucius Malfoy standing over her….though in my fantasy he’s wearing ….nothing but a smile and holding his cane, erm….the actual cane.







Scarletwitchextreme - originally the Malfoys freaked out and Draco and his father were supposed to brawl….but I am so tired of the “everyone hates it, everyone makes life horrid for them” I just wanted this fic to be light and romantic and sexy, without their family and friends being jerks about the whole thing.







Utopia – My dad used to have a bumper sticker on the back of his truck that said “My Juvenile delinquent son knocked up your honor student daughter”/ bit him in the ass when My brother had a kid at 18 LOL. I love funny shirts….I collect them. My most recent one is from my oldest, Noah. It has a guitar on it and says “My Mom is a Rock Star” I love it!







D- Speaking of the party….why in the hell weren’t you there?







Pumkin - my mom lives round the corner so the kids were close by, but not too close until the hangover was eased =)







Muffy – OMG! When we were in college Hubby and I lived in the “little farmhouse” on his family farm. Well we were young, newly married and you know what that means, we had sex every free moment we could LMAO….So when we didn’t answer our door, his grandma used her key to come inside and she walked in on us in a rather uncomfortable and rather imaginative situation. Hubby screams “Grandma!” Grandma screams “Oh my god its daytime!” and then she ran out as quickly as she could LMAO…..it still makes me laugh to think about it.







Angelbaby - HI!!!! It’s the same with Cats, I hate cats, the thought of them makes me sneeze yet the little bastards come straight for me everytime and as soon as they are within a few feet of me I can literally feel my sinuses begin to swell and then the sneezing starts and my eyes swell up…..its horrible! Why cant they see what they do to me and stay away!!!!





Dreamweaver – work….well lets put it this way….I sat in a chair and spun in circles for part of the day….when that proved a mistake I began playing with the lumbar support thing…pumping it up, letting it out, pumping it up, letting it out….I fell asleep twice….had a rather odd conversation with the museum president about keys that I cant recall too well because he smelled like bacon and it made me want to vomit….then I spilled grape vitamin water on my pants…..I was glad to go home, curl up on the couch and pass out.









Melankali – Force of Nature eh? My mom says that about me all the time. Truth is, if I stand still for too long then life catches up to me. I know that no one likes to be sad, but I really really suck at it. LOL…so I keep moving, keep busy and even if the world is turning to shit around me I still have something to smile about. Ohh…and I do sleep a little, I have the best dreams LOL