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***** LaBib - I had a child free weekend, where I wrote alot. I think Im going to take your advice and check out the St John's Wort thing, because I have walked around like a Zombie for almost a week. The Xanax is kickin my butt, I think its too much for my current situation.



I guess I didn't come right out and say that Lucius was retired in the beginning, in my mind LOL he has turned over the business to his son, but for me, I dont see him as being able to completely let go and he would still be involved, overseeing and giving final approval....just not as involved in the day to day running...he still controls the estate though and his investments...hence so busy. Lots of money=lots of work in my mind.





More insight to come into Severus's perversity, and the Happy Meal...well I still eat happy meals lol, I just pass the toy off to the kids. But it was meant as a joke about being just as happy with a cheap meal.





SYGNUS- How ya feeling babe, has the world stopped spinning yet?







CHAPTER 19: Feeling Wiggly





Lucius was wiping the remaining smears of shaving foam from his face when he felt a pair of small, cool hands slide around his waist and rest against his stomach. He smiled and tossed the towel onto the counter and glanced at his wife’s reflection in the mirror as she peeked around him. She was still wrapped in his bathrobe, the sleeves were rolled up and the hem trailed behind her like the train of an evening gown.



“Good morning, darling. Did you sleep well?” He asked, laying his hands atop hers on his abdomen.



“Much better once you came home, I wasn’t expecting you until tomorrow.” She said as she placed soft kisses along his back and shoulders.



“We finished up early.” He said, clasping her hand in his and tugging her around and into his arms. “Of course, I couldn’t resist your little note, I came back to see if you really missed me.” He lowered his head and kissed her briefly.



“I did, more than I wanted to in all honesty. You are starting to grow on me Lucius Malfoy.” Hermione teased, stroking his chest.



“You make me sound like a tumor.” He frowned. He noticed the silver chain around her neck and tugged the robe’s belt and pushed it aside. She wore nothing but the diamond pendant beneath it. “You like my gift?” He said, using his index finger to nudge the diamond where it rested just above her breasts.



“I do, but you know you don’t have to buy me things like this Lucius, I am just as happy when you simply sit and talk with me.” Hermione tightened her embrace, pressing herself against him.



“I know that, and it makes me want to shower you in gifts all the more, because you don’t expect it or request it.” He lifted her into his arms and sat her on the edge of the counter. “So, are you going to show me just how much you missed me?” He asked, eyes narrowed and darkening. He had an ulterior motive as well, he didn’t want to get into an emotionally charged conversation about their relationship, and he sensed it was heading in that direction. No, keep the intimacy physical, he could handle that.



“Did you miss me? Even just a little?” She asked, whimpering slightly when she felt his hand slide between her thighs. Lucius slid one long finger through her folds to ascertain her readiness and smiled when he found her drenched. He pushed his boxers over his hips and pressed the tip of his cock against her, nudging inside inch by slow torturous inch that earned him a long, low moan from his wife.



“What do you think?” Lucius pressed his forehead to hers as he began to thrust into her with long, slow digs of his hips.



“Oh gods Lucius! I thought…..that….ahhh…..maybe those…….yessss….Italian beauties…Oh goodness!” She tried to string the thought together, but when Lucius made love to her, she couldn’t think clearly, nothing came out as she wanted it to.



“Didn’t even notice them.” He practically growled. He was gripping the backs of her thighs tight as he plunged into her. She would have marks later, but he had been without her for over a week and he craved her sweet young body like an addict craving a fix. “I thought only of you.”



“Lucius…please…” She was clawing at his chest, her little nails biting into the muscled expanse and leaving tiny little half moon indentations in his skin. He loved the way she pleaded so sweetly when she was about to come. He thrust harder and she let her head fall back against the mirror. She closed her eyes and cried out, and Lucius groaned at the feel of her tight, clasping sex contracting around him. It took only a few more thrusts before he was following her over, coming inside her long and hard.



Lucius gathered her up and pulled her with him to the ledge near the oversized garden tub. He sat with his wife snug in his lap, panting against his neck as he reached behind him and turned on the taps for the tub to fill.



“Are you okay? I’m sorry, I didn’t meant to take you on the counter like that….” Lucius was pushing his robe from her shoulders and kissing the side of her neck softly.



“Shut up Lucius.” She chuckled softly shifting her hips against his semi erect penis. “Never, ever, ever apologize after you have given me such incredible pleasure, its bad form.” Lucius smiled and swatted her backside gently.



“Cheeky little witch, I was trying to be nice, a man should be more careful and respectful of his wife.” Hermione pulled back to look at him with wide eyes.



“If that is how you show your disrespect then please, disrespect me some more, sir.” Lucius laughed and swatted her again. “You keep swatting me Lucius.”



“Do you like it?” He asked, brows lifted slightly.



“I’m not sure, it makes me….wiggly.” She answered.



“Wiggly? What pray tell does that mean?”



“It means that every time you do it, I feel like wiggling, but not in a bad way.” She looked confused and that was something that appealed to the Dom in Lucius.



“Ah, well, that would be a positive response then. Maybe we will explore this “wiggly” feeling more thoroughly in the near future.” He said as he reached out to turn off the taps. He swung his legs around and slid into the steaming tub with Hermione still in his lap.



Hermione had her hands clasped behind his neck as she sat in his lap. His head was resting on the rim of the large black tub and his eyes were closed. She could sense a certain amount of distance in her mate. He had quickly turned the tables earlier when their conversation had begun to drift towards more intimate territory. Was he going through the same confusion as she was? Looking at him and being so close to him made it worse. Her heart ached when she stared at him and it was nothing like what she had felt at the tender age of seventeen when she was experiencing her first feelings of love.



Hermione gasped softly, she couldn’t deny the truth that was beating itself inside her. She had gone and fallen in love with her death eater husband.



“What’s the matter?” He asked, opening his eyes slightly.



“Nothing,” she shifted off of his lap. “I’m supposed to meet Ginny and I overslept.” She scrambled from the tub, snatching a towel from the rack and practically ran from the bathroom.



“Now what was that all about?” He asked aloud, staring after his wife in confusion.