Love Thy Enemy

CHAPTER 39: Making Up







It was amazing to Lucius how quickly things could change when you admitted to a woman that you were weak. He had apologized numerous times to Hermione and all he received for his efforts was more grief. But as soon as he admits to her that he was weak and fell victim easily to his pride, his wife was ready to move on and had even agreed to spend the night back in their home, in their bed.







He wondered if he would ever understand women. If she wanted to discuss everything in detail why didn’t she mention it in the first place? He wasn’t a mind reader and divination was not a talent he possessed. He did not like admitting his weaknesses and I love you was not a phrase that came easily to him. But having her home was worth any discomfort he felt over either confession. Besides, it was the truth.







Lucius posted Hermione’s note to her friends using one of his prized eagle owls. He then made his way upstairs to their bedroom, anxious to find out whether or not her decision to stay with him included an invitation to reclaim his marital rights. He desperately hoped so. He was to the point of begging if it became necessary.







He found that though amusing as he entered their bedroom. Lucius had never had to beg for sex since his first encounter with a woman when he was sixteen. Of course, with the spell broken he could have easily found someone else to spend the lonely nights with. He had considered it at first, when the anger was still fresh but as soon as the thought entered his mind he had squelched it. He didn’t want anyone but her and he wouldn’t settle for anything other than what he really wanted.







She wasn’t in their room, but he could see the dress she had been wearing tossed over the arm of the chair. Her wand lay on the bureau alongside her earrings and bracelet. He stepped through the doorway of the bathroom and smiled at her as she reclined in the tub.



“I sent the owl to the Potters.” Hermione jumped at the sound of his voice.





“Lucius, you have got to start announcing yourself or something.” Hermione said, shaking her head. “You keep sneaking up on me and I’m going to have a coronary.”





“I’m sorry, love. I don’t try to sneak up on you. I suppose I’m just naturally light on my feet.” He smiled. “I figured you would be abed already, you seem so tired all the time and you almost went to sleep standing up talking to Draco earlier.”





Lucius removed his robes and tossed them back through the doorway and into their room.





“I missed this tub.” She said, watching him undress. It had always been her favorite part of their nights together before the separation, watching Lucius get ready for bed. He undressed with such care, the movements slow and sensual and completely unintentional. Sensuality was just something that came naturally to him, as easy as breathing.





“I don’t blame you. I don’t see how they actually USE their bathroom it’s so small.” Lucius said, sitting on cushioned bench against the wall and removing his shoes and socks.





“We managed. Most people do not have bathrooms the size of a small flat in their home, Lucius. Not that I am complaining, this bathroom is one of the things I love most about this house.” He removed his shirt and tossed it onto the bench behind him before approaching her wearing only his trousers. He sat on the ledge around the tub and ran his fingers over her curls.





“I wish there weren’t so many bubbles in the tub so I could look at you.” The familiar heat in his eyes had her flesh prickling despite the heated water.





“You’ve seen it all before, many times in fact.” Hermione said, tilting her head to the side so she could see him better.





“Not recently, you haven’t even allowed me to kiss you.” He stroked his finger over her lips softly, almost reverently.





“I couldn’t let you kiss me, Lucius.”





“Why not? You like kissing me and I enjoy kissing you.” He was sliding his fingers along her face and down the side of her neck.





“That’s just it, I like it too much. If I had started kissing you then my brain would turn to mush and I wouldn’t have been able to keep my distance. But you can kiss me now.” She smiled at him and reached up to cup the back of his neck and pulled him down for a kiss.





It started out slow. Lucius was just barely brushing his lips over hers again and again. She parted her lips and the kiss ignited. Hermione shifted onto her knees so that she could press her lips closer and encourage him to deepen the kiss. She moaned softly when his tongue slid past her lips and into her mouth. She sucked on the invading marauder and tried to pull him into the tub with her.





“Wait, love. My trousers…” Lucius stood to the side of the tub and removed his trousers before climbing into the tub with her. He reclined into the curve of the bathtub and pulled her over him. Hermione settled her knees on either side of his hips and leaned into him.





“Do you understand now why I couldn’t let you kiss me until we talked?” She said, breathing heavily as she adjusted her body over him. “I can’t resist your kisses Lucius. I’ve never been able to.”





“Please tell me you have forgiven me and that you want this, I don’t want you to regret it later.” Lucius wanted to kick himself for the noble gesture, but he felt he had to extend the option to wait.





He received his answer when Hermione reached between them and took his rigid staff in her hand. She stroked him several times before setting the tip against her slick opening and slowly sliding down the hard length of his aroused flesh.





“Oh god it’s been so long!” Hermione moaned at the feel of him inside her again after so long apart.





“Damn it…..I wanted this to be slower….” Lucius cupped her backside and pressed up into her.





“No! It’s been to long….we can do slow later.” Hermione began to lift and lower her hips, circling her pelvis against him each time he was embedded fully inside her. “Oh!” Lucius lowered his lips to the straining tip of her breast and sucked the nipple into his mouth. His tongue played with the turgid bud and he raked his teeth over it lightly.





“More…..suck harder.” Hermione threaded her fingers through his hair and held him closer to her breast as she began to ride him at a fast, frantic pace. Sexual frustration, amplified by her hormonal state was making her more aggressive, desperate for the release she could only find with him.





Lucius was more than willing to comply with his wanton witch’s demands. He was lost in the feel of her slick heat hugging him so tightly. He released her breast and reached up to cup them both, flicking and pinching at the sensitive nipples as she moved over him. Her hands fisted in his hair and she pulled his head back hard when the first, soft flutterings of her orgasm began.





Lucius hissed softly, shocked by the unexpected aggressiveness in his wife and the almost painful boost to his own arousal. Her head fell forward and she sank her little teeth into his shoulder. Lucius clasped her hips in his hands and began to roll his hips up and into her as her passage clasped greedily at him as he thrust steadily through her orgasm. With a rough cry of his own he came inside her with draining force.





“So much for a tender return to our passion, love.” Lucius whispered into her ear with a soft chuckle. “Do I have hair still?”





Hermione released the death grip she had in his hair and stroked his scalp soothingly.





“Sorry. It’s just been so long and the pregnancy seems to make me want you even more.” She moaned against the side of his throat.





“In that case I will happily obliviate the contraceptive charm from both our memories and keep you pregnant from now on.” Lucius was stroking up and down the slick skin of her back.





“Why don’t you sound like you are joking?” She asked wearily, completely boneless in his arms.





“I told you, I intend to have my own Quidditch team. Maybe even a couple of cheerleaders to go with it.” He said, kissed her brow softly.





“Let’s just get through this one and we will see what happens.” Hermione laughed. “I don’t think I can move.”





“You don’t have to.” Lucius wrapped one arm tightly around her waist and used his other to push up and onto the ledge of the tub. He reached for a towel and dried them both off as best he could with her in his lap and then carried her to bed.





“Will you think less of me if I told you how much I enjoy the way you spoil me?” She asked sleepily as Lucius wrapped them both tight within the blankets.





“Nothing could ever make me think less of you. I wish you would let me spoil you more.” Lucius said.





“It’s impossible for you to spoil me more. Goodnight, my love.” She whispered, drifting off so quickly that Lucius had to laugh.





“Goodnight, love, welcome home.” He held her until he too fell off into sleep.





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Don’t expect that just because they have made up that the fireworks and verbal sparring will end between our two magical lovers.











Jocelyn – Welcome aboard! Always thrilled to have new readers and reviewers and I’m glad you are enjoying it. Still more to come but it is winding down. Don’t worry……there are still many tales turning in my head that I will eventually finish and post.





Angel-Moonlight – It was a short chapter…..but it led into this chapter LOL…..





LaBib – Yup….they do have a court date coming : ) and as soon as the ARCs come in, I will email you and we can go from there.