Love Thy Enemy

CHAPTER 16: Finding the Good





Hermione was reclining into the corner of the plush sofa in the family room. She had spent the afternoon with an obnoxious but brilliant party planner going over the last of the ball details. It would be a Midsummer’s Night Dream themed event, with garlands and pots of fresh flowers everywhere to create an enchanted forest type atmosphere. She had no doubt that her ethereally handsome spouse would make the perfect Oberon.





Thankfully it was over, all of the plans were complete and she had been able to send the wildly gesturing party planner to Lucius for payment. She closed her eyes and toyed idly with the collar of her dress as her mind wandered to her domineering spouse. He had been almost pleasant since the night at the Potter’s. They had only found themselves activating the spell once or twice in the last few days. It was a record for them; they usually managed to get themselves bound at least once or twice a day.





She couldn’t help but replay the events of the infamous dinner party over and over again in her head. His passionate kissing, the skilled, knowing glide of his fingers between her thighs, the way his thick, hard staff had felt in her hand. She grew heated just thinking about it, he cheeks flushing and the low, burn of arousal pooling deep in her belly. She wanted to feel his touch again and it galled her how much she wanted him.





Lucius was somewhat shocked to find her lying on the sofa in the middle of the day. He couldn’t really fault her, she had been with that flamboyant party planner for much of the day, Lucius hadn’t even been with him an hour and he was weary from the man’s incessant jabbering and gesturing. Lucius looked at her curiously. She had her eyes closed as she reclined into the corner of the sofa, her back resting against the throw pillows. Her cheeks were flushed and she had the hint of a smile on her pretty lips while her fingers toyed along the neckline of her dress. What was she thinking about?





“A galleon for your thoughts.” Lucius said from the doorway. She opened her eyes and smiled.





“A whole galleon? You must be really curious.” She watched him walk across the room. He moved so gracefully for a man that it amazed her at times. He removed his robes and tossed them onto a chair before settling beside her on the sofa.





“I just wonder what put that flush in your cheeks and that smile on your face.” He said, looking down at her bare feet and the black heeled shoes lying on the floor beside them. She was always barefoot when there was no company about. In his world, a man only saw his wife’s bare feet in the privacy of their bedchamber. Maybe his little bride had been right, and he did have a bit of a foot fetish because the sight of her tiny little feet did something to him.





“Nothing I want to tell you about, not even for a galleon.” She said. Her flush deepened and he could see that she was embarrassed.





“Did your thoughts involve me?” He asked, draping his arm over the back of the sofa.





“I said I didn’t want to talk about it. Do you not understand the word no?” She asked. Oh how tempted she was to reach out and flick him on the tip of his arrogant nose.





Lucius was jerked forward onto his reclining spouse in a most uncomfortable position.





“Now I didn’t do anything to deserve such terrible thoughts.” Lucius said frowning.





“They weren’t so terrible; I merely considered flicking you on the end of your nose for being so arrogant.” She said, shifting uncomfortably beneath him.





“Pull your legs up onto the sofa.” Lucius said, moving as much as he could so she could alter their positioning. They ended up with her laying flat on the cushions, Lucius’s legs stretched out alongside hers, his chest pressed to hers as he leaned over her. “That’s not so bad now is it?”





“I suppose it depends on your perspective. Did you pay the party planner?” She asked, resting her hands on his shoulders.





“Yes, I was tempted to cast a silencing spell over the jabbering fool.” He muttered, his eyes drifting to the cleavage revealed by the rounded neckline of her dress.





“He is annoying, but quite brilliant. Lucius, what are you doing?” Hermione could see where his attention was focused and felt the heat begin to creep beneath her skin.





“At the moment I am staring at your breasts.” She hadn’t expected him to admit it, most men would have stammered and made excuses, redirected their eyes. But not Lucius. He didn’t appear the slightest bit repentant at being caught ogling his wife. He did not apologize or bother to look away or explain his actions.





“Why?” She was an idiot. He was a man, all men loved breasts they couldn’t help themselves. It didn’t matter who they were attached to, he would look.





“Because you have lovely breasts.” She jumped slightly when he placed a soft kiss against her collar bone. “Tell me what you were thinking about.” He whispered against her skin, his lips sliding along the side of her neck, nibbling lightly. “Tell me or we can stay like this all day.”





“You are trying to seduce my thoughts from me aren’t you?” Her words were soft and breathy as she arched her neck against his lips.





“Is it working?” He chuckled, skimming his hand along her waist. “You were thinking about the other night weren’t you? When we were at the Potter’s?” He cupped her breast gently, squeezing and plucking at her nipple through the layers of fabric. “I’ve thought about it several times myself.”





“You have?” She thought about Ginny’s words for a moment, “Take whatever good you can from your situation, and find the good in him”. She made a decision not to fight him at that moment, to explore and be explored, to test the waters and see what could happen if they willingly redirected their passions into a more pleasurable arena.





“We need to discuss the physical aspect of our relationship, Hermione.” Lucius breathed into her ear and made her shiver. “I like sex, I need sex and you are my wife.”





“I don’t know….” Hermione felt him tug the loose neckline of her dress aside and run his tongue between her breasts.





“I won’t rush you, and I won’t force you, but eventually I intend to have you.” His words caused her stomach to clench and she whimpered slightly. “You want it too, I know you feel it. You don’t like it, but you feel it.”





“Stop….” She moaned and turned her head away. “I can’t think when you talk to me like that.”





“Like what, Hermione?” Lucius purred into her ear, his tongue tracing the delicate shell before he bit into the lobe. “I’m only being honest. I can’t forget how wet you were, how tightly you were wrapped around my fingers.” She was panting and pressing herself against him involuntarily. “Look at me.” He grasped her chin and turned her face so he could look at her. He lowered his head licked her lips, the tip of his tongue outlining their pretty shape before tickling the seam. She opened on a whimper, thinking he would kiss her fully but instead he continued to tease. He sucked and nibbled the lush lower lip as he feathered his fingertips along the side of her throat.





Her little fingers were digging into his back and fisting in the silky fabric of his waistcoat. His tongue slithered into her mouth, teasing hers, pulling back and encouraging her to follow, to engage more fully in the kiss. She was hesitant at first, but then suddenly she was sucking on his tongue, her own darting into his mouth to explore and to tease.





The spell had long since broken but they continued to kiss passionately. Lucius tugged at the skirt of her dress, baring her thighs so he could trace his fingers over the soft flesh above the lacy tops of her stockings. She arched beneath his touch, her fingers coming up to stroke through his silky hair and cup the back of his neck, refusing to allow him to break free of the kiss. He massaged her inner thigh in slow circles as he encouraged her to open her thighs further so he could touch her more intimately.





His hand brushed low over her stomach before sliding beneath the waist band of her white satin underpants. She cried out softly against his lips as he sifted his fingers through her curls. He pulled back from the kiss, easing off so that their lips barely touched. He wanted to be able to hear her response to his caress.





Lucius slipped his fingers through her folds, parting her and stroking over her delicate flesh. She arched into his touch and released a breathy sigh into his mouth. He circled the firm bud located at the top of her folds with a light touch, almost tickling as she writhed under him.



“Do you want me to stop?” He whispered against her lips, raking his teeth over the swollen lower lip. He dipped his fingers lower, pressing the tips of two of them inside her, amazed at the slick fluid gathering there readying her for possession.



“No, don’t stop…” She moaned, circling her hips and effectively pushing his fingers into her further. She was gritting her teeth and squeezing the back of his neck.







“Don’t, I want to hear you, don’t hold it back.” His words were gruff sounding as he continued brushing his lips lightly over hers. He pressed his fingers deeper inside her and she arched so forcefully he feared he would harm her accidentally. His thumb pressed hard into her clit as he circled and toyed with the distended bundle of nerves while his fingers pumped into her steadily. Her throaty moans and breathy sighs filled the room as he continued to pleasure the witch beneath his hands.





His fingers moved easily over and within her slick sex. His hand drenched with her copious arousal. He was becoming intoxicated on the feel of her, the way her channel pulsed and rippled around him as he pushed her higher and higher. He curled his fingers up and pressed hard into her clit with his thumb and she came. She cried out hoarsely, her eyes closed and her neck arched back, those pretty lips wet and swollen as she panted and moaned. Her sex was sucking greedily at his fingers as she clenched again and again around his invading touch. He could of come from watching her alone had he not been determined that he would not find release anywhere but inside her sweet little body.





She opened her eyes slowly, her breathing ragged as she stared up at him. His glacial eyes were lit from within and she could see that he wanted more from her and he would not be satisfied until he had everything.



“You are beautiful when you come.” He whispered low, smiling when he felt her tighten around his fingers slightly. He withdrew his touch slowly, stroking over her sensitive clit one last time. He put his fingers, wet with her release, between his lips and sucked, moaning softly. “Sweet.” He said before lowering his lips to hers and stealing another deep, penetrating kiss. He heard the sound of the grandfather clock in the hall chiming and cursed softly.



“I have a meeting.” He said, pressing his forehead against hers. “I wish I could cancel, but it’s with Shacklebolt’s office.”





“I…Lucius?” She was completely befuddled, her body lax and sated. Her brain wouldn’t function, the fog of desire still preventing her from thinking clearly.





“Don’t. Don’t analyze it; don’t beat your self up over this. This is good between us…don’t turn it into something negative when we have finally found something between us that is right.” He kissed her again and groaned softly as he sat up. He was hard as stone and wished he could tell the minister to go to Hades so he could carry his little witch upstairs and finish what he started.





“Will you be late?” She asked, pushing her dress back down over her thighs as she watched him don his robes and adjust his trousers to a more comfortable fit.





“Will you still be lying there waiting for me?” He asked.





“I don’t know it depends on if I ever regain the use of my legs.” She said almost drunkenly.





“I’ll be home for dinner.” He leaned in and kissed her once more. “You really are something.” He said against her lips. He was gone in a flash, apparating from the room with a pop and leaving his very confused and sated wife thinking that maybe they could make this marriage work after all. As long as they never left their bed.











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Thank you for the reviews, you guys are always hilarious and make me smile. : )







LABIB – Would Lucius be any fun if he weren’t highly sexed? I myself would probably find him intolerable if he weren’t in possession of an extremely rampant libido.





Angelbaby – Still working on fitting in the word “absquatulate” but looking forward to the challenge. I’ve decided I am tired of being just “Mommy”…..so I am making an effort to better myself. No more velour sweatsuits and sneakers with the required ponytail of the stay home mom! LOL, I vow to dress and put on at least lipgloss each day. I also aim to expand my vocabulary and possibly return to work part time just to talk to another adult…..and eat lunch with people who do not wipe food on me. SO please, feel free to throw words my way! As for where the ideas come from….like Ive said before, I am cursed with an overactive imagination and a brain that never shuts off.



BLUEZAUZA - The way the characters evolved in my head for this one I doubt they could overcome their argumentative natures totally……but that’s the good part….lots of makeup sex



HEIDI – I wouldn’t say they are falling for each other just yet LOL, but they are definitely realizing their attraction for one another, as well as the fact that they are in fact the only release aside from their own hand they will ever have. It’s a highly motivating factor LOL…(but don’t worry, you know I always write a happy ending)







SAMPDORIA – So glad you are enjoying it! I love to argue…it’s a curse. I was on the Speech and Debate Team in high school, and I will admit that I sometimes pick arguments with hubby just because I get a rush out of it LOL Don’t expect an end to their bickering, it may slow down some, but not much.