The Wedding - COMPLETE

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Updated 4-8-07

May I suggest a story that is just starting, over on Snape/OFC by Scheherazade called, "Illicit Material" for those of you who enjoy humor in your stories? This one had me ROTFLMAO. And well-written. http://hp.adult-fanfiction.org/story.php?no=600009688

And here's the way the Entertainment Weekly should have looked when featuring a story on the new movie coming out in July, HP and the Order of the Phoenix". Kudos to Char who does such excellent photo work on Jason Isaacs in his many characters.
http://www.jasonisaacsphotoalbumsonline.com/movies/HPOotP/LuciusEWCover%20Small.jpg

Now back to our main characters who I think are starting to get along a little better. Perhaps the bath relaxed them both...
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Chapter Twenty-Two


The Kitchen


Hermione woke up several hours later remembering their sumptuous bath, wondering where she was. It was darker than a dementor’s shadow and she couldn’t see anything. She felt a large warm body holding her and she relaxed. Lucius was honoring his word that she could sleep with him if she wished, so they were probably in his bedroom. But she was absolutely starved. It seemed late and they must both have long since missed dinner.


She made a movement to sit up but found an arm clamped firmly over her waist, as Lucius leaned on her, keeping her under him, “Were you going somewhere?”


“I’m hungry, Lucius. Unless you have something to eat here in your bedroom, I think I’ll have to raid the larder.”


Lucius smiled in the dark, “Never ask a man if he has something to eat in his bedroom. He’ll always say ‘Yes’.”


“Lucius, I’d love to eat you, truly, but can I have it for dessert? I’m seriously hungry. Ginny and I had a nice lunch but it wasn’t a lot; we mostly drank it. I took her to that restaurant you showed me the other day. You know, the ‘green dragon’ restaurant?”


“I sincerely hope neither you nor Ginny was subjected to anything – or anyone – unpleasant.” Lucius listened carefully in the dark for any sign of distress.


Hermione said, “Oh, no, we had a wonderful time, but maybe one too many bottles of wine.”


“I’m sorry,” he nuzzled her earlobe, “I don’t agree. I profited amazingly from your extra bottle of wine.” Lucius’ pale gray eyes gleamed in remembered gratification for their decadent afternoon, but the night hid his amusement.


Hermione snuggled into her husband’s warmth and grumbled, “I need something to eat. Can’t we just get something from the kitchen and come back here?”


“Well, we have to get it ourselves, because you told the elves they don’t have to work past ten at night.” Lucius was still annoyed about that.


“Don’t pout, Lucius, it’s not becoming in a grown man.” Hermione’s muffled voice came from under him. She hadn’t had a stitch on when she had been tucked into bed with Lucius, but the covers had come off her as usual while she slept, thanks to her restless spouse, and her feet were freezing. She thought about investing in some footie pajamas and snickered quietly to herself. Lucius would be livid.


“I beg your pardon. Having my traditional household handed over to someone else and having them completely change what has worked from time immemorial is a trifle annoying.” Lucius was slightly irritated, but he was reacting to his wife burrowing into him for warmth. She was definitely starting to generate some heat, but it was mostly concentrated in his groin.


Hermione felt Lucius’ heat poking her hip, “I’m starving Lucius, so don’t get any ideas. Food first, then sex and I don’t care if I’m asserting myself in your bedroom. I. AM. HUNGRY!! A loud rumble sounded just then from his petite wife’s belly, punctuating her words.


Lucius was feeling amorous, not famished, but he reluctantly accepted that he was going to the kitchen. He wasn’t precisely sure where it was but he figured his wife knew. If he followed her she need never know he was ignorant about his own home. He scooped her up aborting her attempts to tuck her cold toes into his crotch, and slid out of the bed, putting her on her feet. He reached for his wand and intoned, “Lumos!” giving Hermione some light for their unplanned foray into the uncharted areas of his gargantuan home. Now he could see his light orbs and he threw charms at a few of them further lighting his bedroom.


Hermione went straight for her muddy dress and put it on, tucking her wand into its pocket, not bothering to clean the mud or put on her knickers. “Where are my shoes? I don’t have any slippers in your room and my feet are cold,” she announced, ignoring Lucius’ muttered, “What else is new?” Unfortunately her slippers were Muggle-made and didn’t react to an ‘accio’ command either, just like the vibrator. She was going to have to increase her wardrobe with magic-made clothes if she was going to be spending a lot of time in Lucius’ bedroom.


“I’d like to take this opportunity to point out that if the elves were ON DUTY one of them could have gotten your slippers for you. So please excuse me for not having any sympathy for your cold feet, Granger. You can always apparate to your room and get them.” Lucius ostentatiously retrieved his slippers and robe from his closet with a flick of his wrist and slipped them on, “I’m ready whenever you are.”


Hermione stalked over to his bureau and began opening drawers. After two bad choices, she found his sock drawer and she lifted out a pair of gym socks. She swept over to his comfy chair and sat, pulling on his socks. “I’m ready now, too.” She sat there waiting.


Lucius stood there waiting. “Well?” he finally said, aren’t you going to apparate us to the kitchen?”


Hermione said, “I’m waiting for you to do it.” She sat in the chair, looking at Lucius expectantly. “Can you hurry up? I’m ready to eat your socks, I’m so hungry.”


Lucius was starting to get a bad feeling about her behavior. Damn, he’d have to own up, “If you don’t take us to the kitchen, you may have to eat those socks.” He huffed in exasperation, “I have no idea where the thrice bedamned kitchen is, so I can’t take us there.”


Hermione goggled at her husband, “You’ve lived here all your life and you don’t know where the kitchen is? You didn’t hang out there even as a child?” She frowned in botheration at her silver-spoon spouse.


“You’ve lived here for three months and you’re a woman. Why don’t you know where the kitchen is?” Lucius frowned right back at her. I always had THE ELVES to get anything I needed, so why did I need to find the kitchen? That’s their territory.”


“Oh, please, let’s not start in on the elves’ time off again. You expect me to know where the kitchen is because I’m a woman? How sexist.”


Lucius snapped, “If you don’t solve your hunger problem pretty soon, you’re going to find out just how sexist I can be. You certainly get snippy when you’re hungry. I never noticed that about you before.” He dragged her up from the chair, “We’d better start looking or we won’t find the kitchen before dawn.” He wanted to hurry her so they could return to bed, but he suddenly stopped, arrested by an idea, his quick mind learning from his bookworm wife, “If we go to the library, the floorplan for the entire mansion is likely there and we’ll find the kitchen more quickly that way. Come on,” and he apparated them to the library.


They found the floorplans in a neatly organized section of pigeonholes with large, rolled parchments. In a few minutes, they knew where the kitchen was and were able to apparate closely enough to a known spot to walk to the kitchen within a minute.


Lucius looked around the large room curiously, seeing a plethora of wooden cupboards and counters and strange appliances, but he didn’t have a clue what did what. He finally recognized the refrigerating cabinet and headed for that. “Maybe you can find something in here to eat.” He was rather proud of himself for his suggestion in the face of a totally foreign territory, all in an elf size.


“Your library idea was inspired, Lucius. I’m ready to devour whatever appears first that’s edible.” She followed him to the refrigerating cabinet and peered in. “Oh, this must be what we would have had for dinner.” She got out a roast beef but left the green beans. “Find some bread, and we can make sandwiches. Do you have any mayonnaise?”


Lucius was aggrieved at his wife’s foolish question, “You think I know if we have mayonnaise, when I didn’t even know where the damn kitchen was?” He wanted to go back to bed and wrap himself around his delectable wife. He had awakened hungry like his wife, but not for food and her unappeased appetite was thwarting his.


Hermione was supremely unimpressed with his pique, “So start looking. Ah, here’s the mayonnaise, now you only have to find the bread. I can make us sandwiches, seeing as how you obviously have NO skills in food preparation.” Hermione scoffed, “I’ll bet you don’t even know how to do barbeque.”


“Barbie Queue? Never heard of her. Sounds like a whore’s name, though. Why would I want to do her when I have you in my bed?” Lucius wasn’t really listening to Hermione’s remonstrations as he took the roast and mayonnaise from Hermione and put it on the low counter, transfiguring it to human height from elf height. He waved his wife over to it, “There’s a place for you to make your sandwiches. Excuse me while I look for bread.” Lucius turned his back on her and flicked his wrist toward the cupboard doors, “Accio, bread!” A loaf flew out of a wooden box on the counter and Lucius waved it over to the heightened counter and gestured, “You can make the sandwiches now. I like a lot of meat but only a little mayo.” He crossed his arms over his chest and sat down on one of the low countertops giving her a practiced smile.


Hermione bit her lip in vexation at her husband’s lordly manner, but she had said she’d make the sandwiches, so she held her tongue and walked over to the counter Lucius had provided. Soon she had several sandwiches piled up and she waved her wand, “Accio dish!” She repeated her command for a second dish and placed the sandwiches on them, handing one to Lucius.


They whisked to the morning room and sat down to eat in the cozy eating area. It was pitch black outside, but the scent of night-blooming flowers drifted through the open windows. Hermione whisked the windows closed with her wand to stay warmer.


Lucius finished his sandwiches first and sat back to watch Hermione quietly work through hers. She was hungry. She never stopped chewing and swallowing until all her food was gone. Then she too sat back and relaxed.


“I feel so much better now. I guess I’m ready to go back to bed. Am I invited back to your bed, or should I go to my own?” Hermione, now replete, smiled, wanting always to be certain she wasn’t overstepping her bounds when it came to Lucius’ cordoned off sexual territory.


“Aren’t you going to clean up the dishes so the elves don’t have extra work?” Lucius definitely had a malicious tinge to his smile.


Her smile slipped and became fixed with resentment and she replied with saccharine sweetness, “I guess I should. Why don’t you go on to bed, and I’ll see you tomorrow. I’m going back to the kitchen to clean up there, too.” Hermione liked seeing Lucius’ smug smile slide off his face and change to one of dismay. She was tired and would have liked to sleep with him, but he was being such a snob that she was quite happy to sleep alone for the rest of the night. She reached for Lucius’ dish, put it on her own and apparated to the kitchen, leaving him to stew alone in the morning room.


Lucius sat and fumed, enumerating his wife’s transgressions. If she hadn’t been so hungry, none of this would have happened. She could have waited until breakfast. He drummed his fingers on the tabletop. It didn’t help. He was trying to blame Hermione for leaving him for the night, but he knew his ill-natured taunts had turned her away. He wanted her back in his bed, not hers. He was still completely indignant about her championing of the elves, but it wasn’t worth losing her willingness to sleep with him. He gritted his teeth and apparated to the kitchen.


Hermione was wiping down the counter where she had made the sandwiches. “Lucius! I thought you went to bed.” She eyed him guardedly as she finished cleaning the area.


He came toward her, his hypnotic, glacial eyes holding her in a licentious gaze. He stopped six feet away, smoothly extended a hand and closed it theatrically into a tight fist. Immediately Hermione felt a tug on her midriff pulling her toward him. She tried to stop moving forward, but only managed to skid as she was pulled inexorably nearer and nearer.


“Lucius, stop that. What do you want?” Hermione put her hands out to keep her from being pulled into her husband’s body, but the pull was too strong and she couldn’t stop his spell.


Lucius moved his hand upward and Hermione immediately floated, losing contact with the floor. Lucius aimed his other hand toward an island counter, removing everything on it. Hermione was floated onto the island and deposited smoothly. But not silently.


“Lucius, stop it! Get me down. You’re making me mad.”


He smiled coolly, “And you’re making me hard. Perhaps we can help each other.” He swiftly removed his robe, shrugged off his slippers and boosted himself onto the island counter lying down supine on the surface and pulling his wife over him before she could jump down. He easily pulled her onto his hips, straddling him, while he touched his hand to the counter. A brief charm softened the surface creating an oasis of comfort in the warm kitchen for Lucius’ purpose. He slipped Hermione’s muddied dress off over her head and she let him do it. All she still had on were Lucius’ socks.


She looked at him strangely, with something like pity, and he hesitated. “Lucius, are you designating the kitchen as your territory? Am I to be submissive for you?” Hermione looked at him sadly, resignation coloring her voice, “What do you want me to do?”


Lucius’ whole demeanor changed as he understood his wife was sincerely and wholeheartedly submitting herself to him. He drew his hand down her cheek, caressing it tenderly, making it bloom with a delicate pink, “I want you to make love to me. Not as a submissive. As my wife. Your choice.”


Hermione looked at him in amazement, but then she relaxed and gave an artful little smile, “In that case,” she slid back from his waist and wiggled between his legs, opening them. “Ah, have a bit of a stiffy, do we?”


Lucius came up on his elbows, watching her with a question in his arctic eyes. “Precious?”


Hermione sang happily, “Yes, Lucius?” She knelt between his legs and ran her hands languidly down the outsides of Lucius’ golden, lightly haired thighs to his knees and then back up the insides almost to his groin; then she ran them back down again to his knees and up the outsides again, almost like she was swishing her hands in water. She delighted in his erotic reaction to her skimming motions. Her big, brown eyes followed the continued lengthening and thickening of her husband’s magnificent cock as it enlarged and crept up his belly through his flaxen thatch.


“Am I being petted? Or tortured?” Lucius asked quizzically.


“Neither, Lucius. You’re being loved. That’s what you asked for, and that’s what I’m doing.” Hermione continued to stroke his legs, then she added a foray up his chest covering his male nipples with her fingers and squeezing before withdrawing back down his torso to his legs.


Lucius sighed and reclined back onto the softened counter again. “Then this will be a new experience for me. Continue, please.”


Hermione was shocked and her strokes slowed. “Lucius, you’ve had so many women, I’m surprised your cock isn’t worn down to a nub. What experience could possibly be new to you?”


“Granger, is talking about my past part of making love to me?” Lucius rose up on his elbows again. “If so, maybe we can just agree to part ways for the evening.”


“No. No, I’m sorry.” Hermione bit her lip, upset. “I’d be angry if you asked about my past so I see that my comment was uncalled for. Please lie down again and let me start over. Please?”


“I question your assertion that this is making love, if you can make those kinds of statements about me.” Lucius said quietly. “I’ve said before that you don’t have to be friends with me. A sex partner will be acceptable. Just don’t tell me you are offering me more if it isn’t true. I can accept sex between us without labeling it lovemaking.” Lucius lay back down and cupped his hands behind his head, observing her carefully.


He smiled slightly for her benefit but his eyes were icy gray, so Hermione knew she had a long way to go to retrieve her error. She initiated her tender assault by saying, “Well, it seems that while you can accept just being sex partners, I can’t. I need to try to build a complete relationship with you. For me, an emotional connection comes first, then bed. We’ve begun our relationship backwards, but I would like more. You’ve seen me stumble and fall multiple times when I try to be detached. I don’t think I can be just a sex partner.”


Lucius was leery of his wife’s revelations. Women before her had claimed deep devotion, only to try to wheedle something out of him – money, jewelry, extravagant trips, and one had wanted him to buy her a house! He suddenly did a mental double-take on his gloomy thoughts. Lucius’ lips twisted ironically with his realization – his wife already had everything. She had released his fortune back to him, but she certainly didn’t need any money or jewels, still having a great deal of both as his wife. And she had half a mansion, too – his!


His heart lightened at the possibility that his wife really wanted him. If that was what she was actually saying. He certainly had nothing else to give her that she hadn’t owned already. But for tonight, he didn’t want to open that whole vista of possible hurt. He couldn’t take another stab to the heart, not from her. So he tentatively offered instead, “I release you from your submissive role. I will trust you to control some of the sex, without jumping to conclusions about you trying to take me over. We can start from there and see where it leads.”


Hermione was thrilled and it showed in her brilliant smile. That was so much more than she had hoped for from him. “I would like that very much. We have our lifetimes to build our relationship and that’s a good start.” She twinkled, “I’ll try not to be too harsh a taskmistress.” She immediately used his offer and sought to clear the air on something that had bothered her for some time, “Lucius, why haven’t you asked me to use my mouth on your cock since that night in the shower? I’ve been the submissive one and you could have demanded it at any time.”


Lucius contemplated Hermione in silence for a moment. “Oddly enough, it’s a rather personal act to me. I indulge it occasionally for variety’s sake, but usually I stick with regular sex or anal sex. That night in the shower I made an exception for you, but when you tried to control me, a sense of helplessness washed over me. I felt devalued sexually but also psychologically, emotionally. To my Slytherin nature that was absolute anathema. I accept that you didn’t realize the maelstorm you were unleashing, but that’s the way I felt. Why?”


“Because I’ve wished I could suck you again, both to erase my previous mistake,” Hermione suddenly grinned, “and because I liked it. A lot.”


“Well, if you’re asking permission, erase away.” Lucius smiled more fully and Hermione’s breath caught at the difference a real smile made to her husband’s face. He was handsome with his normal, austere visage, but when he truly smiled he was breathtaking. Hermione felt her heart give a disjointed leap and she tried to catch her breath at its increased pace. “Do you feel the same about using your tongue on me? I mean, is it personal, too?”


“Ah, well, not so much. I’m in control so the dynamic is different. Can we continue this philosophical discussion tomorrow? Right now, I’d like some good, old-fashioned cock-sucking, if that’s what you’re offering.” He added mischievously, “Then tomorrow, I’ll expect civility from you at the breakfast table.”


Hermione chuckled at his good-natured riposte, then entertained him with her enthusiasm by ostentatiously shrugging the kinks out of her shoulders and lifting her hands in the air, wiggling her fingers like she was preparing to perform on a keyboard.


He laughed and said, “Hermione, you’re not going to play the piano. More like the skin flute. Remember to play penis-simo, won’t you?”


Hermione giggled, “Oh, boooo. Bad pun, Lucius. Shut up and let me have my fun.” She leaned down and licked his cock from balls to tip, eliciting a loud groan of satisfaction from her compliant husband. His penis became a massaging tool as she rubbed it all over herself, her eyes, her mouth, under her chin, and from side to side on her collarbones. She circled each breast several times, going closer and closer to the crowning rosy tips, finally giving herself jolts of pure lust when she used the head of his cock to firmly scour the crests to anxious attention.


All she heard from her sensuous spouse was inarticulate gasps or deep-throated grumbles if she made him wait while she switched breasts. His only other reaction was involuntary jerks of his thick rod whenever she squeezed the glans between naughty fingers. He took his hands from behind his head and fisted them on the counter but he let her control his body. She learned to delicately scratch the tip, eliciting a deep purr from her husband. He really liked that!


Hermione continued polishing her body with his penis, “I’ve wanted to do this for the longest time.” As she lowered his staff to rub herself on her stomach, she leaned over and began kissing his male nipples, then lightly nipping them, only to soothe the hurt with her tongue.


Lucius unfisted his hands and settled them on the back of her head, softly folding his fingers in her curls but not impeding her titillating invasion of his hot, golden skin. He pushed his chest upward, offering better access to his sensitive nubs, helping Hermione devour him with her wet, salacious mouth, while his penis pulsed with his carnal appreciation as she learned just how to make him her slave.


Hermione sat back up, listening to a disappointed groan from her panting husband, but he hadn’t even finished his rumbling vocalization before she bent and sucked most of his cock into her mouth, sending it as far down her throat as she could handle.


Lucius howled her name, “Precious!” in anguish. He knew he was nearing the end, but she clamped the base of his cock, holding him still until the urge to erupt slowed to something he could control again, then she started working him over from the beginning.


She played with his balls, batting them one by one with her tongue, licking and sucking each one into her mouth, listening to her lover’s labored breathing, and smiling with deep joy at giving him such pleasure. She liked that his large male sac was nearly hairless, giving her much better suction on his twin babymakers. Hermione meandered up the length of his member, nibbling and squeezing, humming into his sensitive skin as she mouthed it to increase the sensations.


His fingers in her hair helped her know what intensity especially pleased him. He allowed his wife her freedom with his body, but not at all quietly. Lucius commenced a whole litany of desperate directions, “Precious, you’re killing me, oh Gods, fuck me with your tongue, yesssss, harder, suck me, precious. Suck me hard!”


He liked it firm, almost painful, so she gave him what he wanted. She figured he was so aroused by now he needed a harder touch to satisfy him and she happily complied with his questing fingers at her scalp guiding her to bring him to an unrestrained release. She was voraciously enjoying every millimeter of his magnificent erection, especially the tip, gently scrubbing across it now with her teeth as he groaned his pleasure. When she felt the reverberations of his ejaculation beginning, she was terribly disappointed, but she let him decide.


He tensed his fingers in her hair, signaling for her to keep the rhythm that would send him over the edge and seconds later, he bellowed her name, helplessly thrusting into her mouth, as his body spasmed over and over pouring his hot cum down her throat. Lucius’ heartbeat was so heavy, he was afraid he was going to pass out, and nearly did before he regained a modicum of control over his breathing again. He slumped down bonelessly onto the island counter, weakly trying to draw Hermione down onto him.


Hermione licked the last of his ejaculate off his cock, having swallowed the rest. She caught his eyes with hers for a moment and saw they were a warm, foggy gray before they closed. Ah, that was the best reward he could have given her - he was happy and content with her gift to him. She draped herself over her husband’s limp body and kissed his chest before nuzzling her face under his chin, breathing in his hypnotic scent. He had winked out and was already dead asleep. She smiled serenely before succumbing to his solid heartbeats and slept, too.


Two hours later, Lucius surfaced from his deliciously dazed sleep and realized if he didn’t move them, they were going to be the morning’s entertainment for the elves. Reluctantly, he lifted his sleeping wife up just enough to slink out from under her. He returned the island counter to its original contours, grabbed up their clothing and his slippers, piling them on his sleepy wife and apparated them both onto his bed. He curled her under him and within a minute of settling them under his satin sheets, they were both out again. Lucius had never been so completely at peace in his life.

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So Lucius has released Hermione from her promise to be submissive.

It may be at a snail's pace, but I do think they are making progress, don't you?

As always, I truly relish your reviews, so if you would be so kind... 8-)
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