Eye of the Storm
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
7
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1,585
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2
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An Uneasy Silence
Chapter 6
By the time Lucius was notified that dinner was served, he had still not seen Tempest at all. The house elf that been sent to notify him, motioned for him to follow him to the dining room. Arriving in the dining room Lucius found that he was alone, at first he thought he would be dining alone, as when the elf has shown him into the room, the creature had closed the door and left. Looking around he saw that the long table had been set for two, so she would be joining him, the table however was at least 6ft long and they were to sit at opposite ends “nice and cosy” he mumbled. Spotting a decanter and glasses on a side table, walking over, he poured himself a glass of firewhisky. He was standing drinking this when the door opened behind him, turning to see who had entered, hi breath was literally knocked out of him, he saw Tempest enter the room and he felt like he had been punched.
Tempest stood in the doorway, the door swinging shut behind her as she stepped into the room. The front of her hair was caught back into an unusual knot of hair that appeared to be held in place with two chopsticks which looked like they wove through the confection of hair, the rest of her hair falling in a sleek black waterfall down her back. She was wearing a long oriental dress which was cut in a mandarin style, with a little stand up collar. The fabric of the dress was black silk, embroidered with silver and studded with the occasional amethyst stones which caught the light and twinkled at him. The glittering stones matched perfectly with her eyes. As Tempest took a couple of steps towards the table, Lucius noticed that although the dress fell to her feet, it was slashed from hemline to hip, revealing with each step the length of her leg from ankle to thigh. As he watched her cross the room Lucius received glimpses of black silk stockings and the pale flesh of thigh above the broad band of lace that held the flimsy garments in place.
“That looks good” she motioned towards the glass in his hand and Lucius poured a second glass, handing it to her without speaking. He stood watching her as she touched the glass to her lips and sipped. After a couple of seconds she removed the glass from her mouth and he watched as her tongue snaked out and ran over her deep red lips to remove any residue of the drink. Lucius was taken by an overwhelming urge to taste the firewhisky directly from her lips and for it to be his own tongue running over her plump bottom lip. Raising his own glass he took a large gulp of his own drink and drained the glass.
“Shall we?” she motioned towards the table and walked towards one end. Lucius followed her and pulled out her chair, sliding it beneath her as she sat. Taking his own seat at the opposite end of the table, he watched as she touched the stem of her empty wineglass and it immediately filled, repeating her actions, he found his own glass was filled “nice move” he commented.
“Oh I have my elves and staff very well trained” she half smiled. Touching her finger to the side of her plate, both hers and Lucius’ plates had a dish with the starter appear on them. Lucius had to admit he was impressed. Each time they finished a course, Tempest touched her plate and both of their dishes were cleared, when she touched it again the next course appeared. When their wine glasses emptied, they had only to touch the glass and more wine appeared. He was immensely impressed to see that he had red and white wine glasses and even a water glass and this applied to them all. Whichever he touched would refill immediately.
The meal was of course delicious, but the conversation was stunted, they stuck to safe conversation or non at all. At the end of the meal, they left the table and went to sit by the fireside with a large glass of brandy each. For what felt like an eternity they both sat staring silently into their glasses. “Are you ever going to speak to me again?” Lucius asked.
“I have spoken to you” she replied without looking up from her glass.
“Barely!” Lucius replied “are you ever going to enlighten me as to just what I did?”
Tempest looked uneasy “it does not matter” she sighed.
“Does not matter?” Lucius looked incredulous “one minute we are… the next I get a shoulder so cold that I get frostbite!” he watched her for any sign of a reaction. “I think that is something that matters!”
“It was only sex!” she blurted out “I am aware that it meant nothing to you!” she blushed and shifted in her seat.
“Where did that come from?” he asked looking stunned.
Tempest stood “it’s getting late” she turned toward the door. “There will be someone here tomorrow to take you back to your apartment; I will not be here then. Goodnight Lucius and goodbye…”
“NO!” Lucius roared jumping out of his seat, throwing his brandy glass into the fire with a crash as the crystal shattered and the brandy causing the fire to explode in a mass of flames. Tempest was stunned for long enough that Lucius was able to reach her. Grabbing Tempest by her shoulders he spun her around to face him. Holding her by her upper arms and holding her tight so that she could not leave “you are not going anywhere!” he hissed.
Tempest struggled against him, trying to loosen his grip on her arms “let go of me Lucius!” she snapped at him, anger flaring in her eyes. But Lucius paid no heed and held firm.
“I wish to hear the truth of what happened from you, and I will not leave until I do!”
“There is nothing to tell…” Tempest insisted “I merely made a mistake seeing you again.” She tried again to pull loose.
“You seemed more than happy to ‘see’ me earlier” he drawled, emphasising the word ‘see’.
Tempest blushed as she recalled his touch earlier. Moisture once again pooling between her thighs…
Lucius released her arms and ran a finger down her cheek “Oh so you recall my touch upon your skin earlier, I see. It did not appear to be a mistake at the time.”
Taking advantage of Lucius releasing her arms, Tempest pushed him away from her a bolted for the door once more. “Not such a powerful wizard without your wand, are you?” she mocked.
But Lucius was too fast; he struck out to catch her and knocked her off balance, she tripped and fell to the ground. Landing with a thud so hard that she was winded as the breath was knocked out of her. She lay on the floor trying to catch her breath and as she attempted to get back up, Lucius dropped to his knees astride her and pinned her arms to her sides of her head, glaring down at her and did not respond to her words.
Tempest saw the look of fury in his eyes and realised that she had said too much.
Lucius was gripped by a cold anger; he struggled to fight back the urge to hit her. “I will ask you once more!” he snarled at her “once you tell me what is wrong – what happened here – I will then let you up.”
“And if I refuse?”
“If you refuse – I will leave, and you will never hear from me again” he replied coldly.
“So if I disobey, I get what I want?” she tried to keep her tone breezy “sorry Lucius but I fail to see a downside to that proposition.”
Silently Lucius stood, and turned away from her. Tempest sat up and watched him; she knew that any minute now he would ask her again, of course he would.
But Lucius did not speak; he merely turned towards the door and walked away…
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By the time Lucius was notified that dinner was served, he had still not seen Tempest at all. The house elf that been sent to notify him, motioned for him to follow him to the dining room. Arriving in the dining room Lucius found that he was alone, at first he thought he would be dining alone, as when the elf has shown him into the room, the creature had closed the door and left. Looking around he saw that the long table had been set for two, so she would be joining him, the table however was at least 6ft long and they were to sit at opposite ends “nice and cosy” he mumbled. Spotting a decanter and glasses on a side table, walking over, he poured himself a glass of firewhisky. He was standing drinking this when the door opened behind him, turning to see who had entered, hi breath was literally knocked out of him, he saw Tempest enter the room and he felt like he had been punched.
Tempest stood in the doorway, the door swinging shut behind her as she stepped into the room. The front of her hair was caught back into an unusual knot of hair that appeared to be held in place with two chopsticks which looked like they wove through the confection of hair, the rest of her hair falling in a sleek black waterfall down her back. She was wearing a long oriental dress which was cut in a mandarin style, with a little stand up collar. The fabric of the dress was black silk, embroidered with silver and studded with the occasional amethyst stones which caught the light and twinkled at him. The glittering stones matched perfectly with her eyes. As Tempest took a couple of steps towards the table, Lucius noticed that although the dress fell to her feet, it was slashed from hemline to hip, revealing with each step the length of her leg from ankle to thigh. As he watched her cross the room Lucius received glimpses of black silk stockings and the pale flesh of thigh above the broad band of lace that held the flimsy garments in place.
“That looks good” she motioned towards the glass in his hand and Lucius poured a second glass, handing it to her without speaking. He stood watching her as she touched the glass to her lips and sipped. After a couple of seconds she removed the glass from her mouth and he watched as her tongue snaked out and ran over her deep red lips to remove any residue of the drink. Lucius was taken by an overwhelming urge to taste the firewhisky directly from her lips and for it to be his own tongue running over her plump bottom lip. Raising his own glass he took a large gulp of his own drink and drained the glass.
“Shall we?” she motioned towards the table and walked towards one end. Lucius followed her and pulled out her chair, sliding it beneath her as she sat. Taking his own seat at the opposite end of the table, he watched as she touched the stem of her empty wineglass and it immediately filled, repeating her actions, he found his own glass was filled “nice move” he commented.
“Oh I have my elves and staff very well trained” she half smiled. Touching her finger to the side of her plate, both hers and Lucius’ plates had a dish with the starter appear on them. Lucius had to admit he was impressed. Each time they finished a course, Tempest touched her plate and both of their dishes were cleared, when she touched it again the next course appeared. When their wine glasses emptied, they had only to touch the glass and more wine appeared. He was immensely impressed to see that he had red and white wine glasses and even a water glass and this applied to them all. Whichever he touched would refill immediately.
The meal was of course delicious, but the conversation was stunted, they stuck to safe conversation or non at all. At the end of the meal, they left the table and went to sit by the fireside with a large glass of brandy each. For what felt like an eternity they both sat staring silently into their glasses. “Are you ever going to speak to me again?” Lucius asked.
“I have spoken to you” she replied without looking up from her glass.
“Barely!” Lucius replied “are you ever going to enlighten me as to just what I did?”
Tempest looked uneasy “it does not matter” she sighed.
“Does not matter?” Lucius looked incredulous “one minute we are… the next I get a shoulder so cold that I get frostbite!” he watched her for any sign of a reaction. “I think that is something that matters!”
“It was only sex!” she blurted out “I am aware that it meant nothing to you!” she blushed and shifted in her seat.
“Where did that come from?” he asked looking stunned.
Tempest stood “it’s getting late” she turned toward the door. “There will be someone here tomorrow to take you back to your apartment; I will not be here then. Goodnight Lucius and goodbye…”
“NO!” Lucius roared jumping out of his seat, throwing his brandy glass into the fire with a crash as the crystal shattered and the brandy causing the fire to explode in a mass of flames. Tempest was stunned for long enough that Lucius was able to reach her. Grabbing Tempest by her shoulders he spun her around to face him. Holding her by her upper arms and holding her tight so that she could not leave “you are not going anywhere!” he hissed.
Tempest struggled against him, trying to loosen his grip on her arms “let go of me Lucius!” she snapped at him, anger flaring in her eyes. But Lucius paid no heed and held firm.
“I wish to hear the truth of what happened from you, and I will not leave until I do!”
“There is nothing to tell…” Tempest insisted “I merely made a mistake seeing you again.” She tried again to pull loose.
“You seemed more than happy to ‘see’ me earlier” he drawled, emphasising the word ‘see’.
Tempest blushed as she recalled his touch earlier. Moisture once again pooling between her thighs…
Lucius released her arms and ran a finger down her cheek “Oh so you recall my touch upon your skin earlier, I see. It did not appear to be a mistake at the time.”
Taking advantage of Lucius releasing her arms, Tempest pushed him away from her a bolted for the door once more. “Not such a powerful wizard without your wand, are you?” she mocked.
But Lucius was too fast; he struck out to catch her and knocked her off balance, she tripped and fell to the ground. Landing with a thud so hard that she was winded as the breath was knocked out of her. She lay on the floor trying to catch her breath and as she attempted to get back up, Lucius dropped to his knees astride her and pinned her arms to her sides of her head, glaring down at her and did not respond to her words.
Tempest saw the look of fury in his eyes and realised that she had said too much.
Lucius was gripped by a cold anger; he struggled to fight back the urge to hit her. “I will ask you once more!” he snarled at her “once you tell me what is wrong – what happened here – I will then let you up.”
“And if I refuse?”
“If you refuse – I will leave, and you will never hear from me again” he replied coldly.
“So if I disobey, I get what I want?” she tried to keep her tone breezy “sorry Lucius but I fail to see a downside to that proposition.”
Silently Lucius stood, and turned away from her. Tempest sat up and watched him; she knew that any minute now he would ask her again, of course he would.
But Lucius did not speak; he merely turned towards the door and walked away…
~*~*~