Adventurous Hearts: The Temple

CHAPTER 7: Waiting







The waiting was difficult. Lucius took the opportunity to nap in the obscenely large bed, enjoying the soft mattress and silky sheets, the feel of something other than scratchy wool against his skin, of a pillow beneath his head. Such simple things that should not matter, but they did when you had lived so many years without them.









He snored, and that amused Hermione somewhat. She sat in a chair and watched him for the longest time. He looked fairly harmless when he was sleeping. In fact, he wasn’t so intimidating now that she was an adult. He wasn’t a small man by any standards, but he had seemed almost larger than life when she had been a child. Now, sprawled on his back in the center of the bed, his head resting on the pillow, he seemed so…normal.







She set her book aside; she hadn’t really been paying attention to it anyhow. She had been observing him. It was said you could tell a lot about a person when they didn’t know you were watching them and she believed that to be true. After a bit of idle conversation she had grabbed herself a book and curled into a chair to read. After the first chapter of the rather descriptive erotic text, she had begun to watch him.









He had sat at the table and enjoyed sipping his wine and sampling the feast laid out for them. He didn’t eat or drink the way a normal man might, he tasted, savored and delighted in his meal like a man who had never sampled anything so wonderful in his life. It was a response to being denied for so long, he was relearning the taste of everything, the feel and texture of the things that once brought him pleasure.







When his hunger had finally been satisfied he stood and stretched with a rather exaggerated yawn. She pretended to be engrossed in her book as he walked past her and crawled into the bed. He groaned loudly as he settled into the soft bedding, clutching the pillow tightly beneath his head. He fell asleep quickly, a small smile on his face. She tried to go back to her book but found that she couldn’t, instead she watched him. The way his eyes darted beneath his lids, the soft movement of his mouth as he dreamed, the way his brow would furrow and he would mutter softly in his sleep.







She began to wonder if all men looked so vulnerable and interesting in their sleep. She never watched Severus sleeping, they weren’t in the habit of spending the night together and on the rare occasions when they did they were generally so exhausted that they fell into an unconscious stupor, completely unaware that anyone else was in the bed with them.







She watched Lucius roll over, his arms and legs splayed, one bare foot hanging over the edge of the bed. She smiled, staring at his bare feet. There was something about his being barefoot that made him seem vulnerable. She never would have thought she would use that word to describe Lucius Malfoy. Of course she never dreamed she would be in a position to watch him sleep either.







Hermione rolled her shoulders back and bent down to untie her boots, the tub across the room was calling her name. She removed her boots and socks then stood up and unbuckled her belt, letting it fall silently into the chair behind her. She glanced over to make sure he was still sleeping before she began to shed her clothing as she crossed the room. Not that she really cared, she wasn’t shy in the least, but she thought perhaps it would be wrong to parade naked in front of a man who hadn’t had or seen a woman in a decade.







She stepped into the bubbling, scented water and settled in, resting her head on the padded edge as she closed her eyes and let her imagination take flight.









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Lucius was lying in the middle of the bed, his head propped on the pillow, his eyes slitted as he watched the witch watching him. She had been at it for awhile too. She thought he didn’t notice, but he could feel her eyes on him, knew she stared. He wondered if she had been watching him the entire time he was napping.







She leaned over and removed her boots and socks, and for a moment he wondered if she would crawl into bed with him. It was nearing dark, or at least he assumed so, with no windows in the temple it would be difficult to discern time. She didn’t move towards the bed however. She released the buckle on her belt and dropped the tool laden strip of leather onto the chair behind her. He could see her glance at the bed, at him, before she began walking towards the tub. As she walked she pulled the cotton tank over her head and dropped it to the floor behind her.







She stopped at the side of the tub and reached behind her to release the catch on the black bra she wore, hunching her shoulders forward and letting it slither down her arms before dropping it to the floor at her side. Lucius nearly groaned aloud when he saw her. She was stunning, her breasts heavy and round, tipped with soft brown nipples that puckered in the cool air of the room.







He knew he should look away and allow her to bathe without him watching, but damn it, it had been so long since he had seen a naked woman, been in the same room with one that he just couldn’t look away. She reached for the fastening of her trousers and wiggled a little as she pushed the snug fitting garment over her hips and down her legs, letting them pool around her ankles before she stepped out of them and kicked them aside. She was left wearing the tiniest pair of black knickers he had ever seen. They barely covered her, the cheeks of her rather delectable backside left primarily bare.









She tucked her fingers into the waist band and shoved the skimpy underpants off as well before standing and shoving them aside with her toe. Lucius could clearly see why Severus was attracted to the girl and why Draco had had a hard time not watching her. She was small, petite in stature and sweetly curved with those incredible breasts, tiny waist and round hips. Her backside was plump and cushy, her thighs rounded and soft. Her skin was so creamy and he longed to run his hands over it to see if it felt as smooth as it looked. He bit his tongue when she turned slightly as she stepped into the tub and he could see the tiny triangle of neatly trimmed, chestnut curls at the apex of her thighs, the rest of her sex was smooth and bare.









He was hard as stone, his cock a thick pillar of flesh that was now straining uncomfortably against his linen trousers. He was used to wasted erections after ten years of incarceration, but at least in his cell he could get rid of it with a quick wank. Somehow it seemed wrong to lie in a bed tossing off when one had company, even if said company was too busy enjoying her bath to notice.







She settled beneath the bubbling water and let her head fall back against the padded edge, her eyes closing as she sighed. He continued to watch her, wondering what was going through her mind, what images were dancing around inside her head and causing her lips to quirk so sweetly.







“Lucius?” She whispered his name with a grin. “I know you are awake.”









“How do you know that?” He asked hoarsely from the bed.









“You aren’t snoring any longer.” She chuckled.









“I do not snore.” He scoffed.









“Oh yes you do.” She said. “Were you watching me undress?” She asked.









“Not deliberately.” He answered, rolling onto his side to watch her reclining in the water.









“Did you try to look away?” She asked.









“Not exactly.” He said truthfully.









“Did you enjoy it?” She was teasing him, but there was a part of her that really wanted to hear him say he found her desirable. He didn’t answer her right away so she opened her eyes to see him propped up on his side watching her, an unusual glow in his silvery eyes.







“Yes.” He said simply, not feeling the need to justify or explain himself. She smiled and closed her eyes again.









“Well, I am glad to have entertained you.” She mumbled as she let the warm water soak into her muscles and relax her.









“You were watching me sleep.” He said.









“You were fascinating to watch. Watching people is what I do, Lucius, it is how you learn about culture and humanity.” She said softly. She felt a bit achy and needy after looking through the erotic texts and she wished she were alone so she could slide her fingers over her body and soothe her craving. It had been months since she had last seen Severus and her body hungered for the touch of another.









“What could you possibly learn from watching me sleep?” He asked curiously.









“Hmmm…aside from the fact that you snore...you are less intimidating when at rest. You cling to your pillow and you are very expressive when you dream.” She smiled. “You have nice feet.”







“Pardon me?” His brows lifted slightly. Had the witch just told him he had nice feet?









“You have nice feet. Generally men have ugly feet, but yours are quite nice….big.” She said, smirking slightly.







“Thank you…I think. Are big feet a positive or a negative?” he asked, wondering why he was even engaging in this odd conversation.









“To muggle women big feet are definitely a positive.” she said with a laugh.







“How odd. Why?” He was curious, strangely enough, as to why the size of a man’s feet would have any bearing on anything.









“It’s a wives tale really…but it is said you can make certain assumptions about a man by the size of his feet.” She said. “It is believed that other appendages will compare favorably with the size of his feet.”







It took him a moment to garner her meaning, then his eyes widened in surprise. A slow smile lifted the corners of his mouth.









“I see…so you assume that because I have large feet that my…manhood….is also impressive?” He asked. Hermione opened one eye and smiled at him.







“Did you just say manhood?” She asked.









“I keep forgetting that you are without proper manners and curbing my speech is not necessary.” He said tightly. “Very well….if you are curious about the size of my cock, Madam, why not simply ask to see it instead of making assumptions based on my shoe size?”







“Would you show it to me if I asked?” She queried, imagining his face should she ask to examine his equipment.









“Would you show me your bosom if I asked?” He parried.









“Don’t say bosom, Lucius, it makes you sound like an old man, say breasts. If you really want to see them, why not.” She said, shrugging her shoulders.









“You have no modesty whatsoever do you?” He asked.









“They are just breasts, Lucius. Every woman has them, they are simple globes of flesh and fat and glands. The only purpose they serve is to feed infants and entertain the shallow minds of men who for some reason worship them.” She sighed.







“Ah…but they are only uninteresting to you because you have them, men do not, therefore we can not help but be mesmerized by them.” He said. He was unused to such personal, amusing conversations with women. The women he had known would be horrified to hear him conversing about breasts, Narcissa would have fled the room in tears by now.







“By that theory you imply that you are only fascinated by that which you do not possess, but that theory is faulty given that I do not have a penis yet you, meaning men, are far more fascinated with your appendage than I am.” She said.









“Touché.” Lucius drawled. “Do you then imply that woman are not at all fascinated by their….”







“Pussy?” She provided.







“Vulgar, chit.” He muttered, though he knew she had offered the word to aggravate. “Shall we simply use the word sex, it is less….animalistic.”







“Sex is animalistic, Lucius, if it’s any good.” She laughed. “However, think about it this way…studies say men think about sex an average of twenty times per hour. So that means you think about it every 3 minutes or thereabout. Now…studies also show that you adjust yourselves an average of five times per hour. So, that means every 12 minutes or so for a total of about 120 adjustments in a 24 hour period. Not including bathroom time, sex and wanking. Would you not call such frequent handling of your equipment excessive?”









“I can not believe that someone actually took the time to conduct experiments on penile handling to be honest. That individual needs a hobby.” He said. “But you didn’t answer the question I actually asked. Are you saying women are not equally distracted by their sexual organs?”









“Women think about sex, enjoy sex and crave sex just as much as any man, however, when was the last time you saw a woman adjusting her self in public?” She asked.









“Ah, but then you have nothing to adjust.” He said, sitting up on the side of the bed. “You can walk about all day with nothing rubbing the wrong way, drifting to the wrong side or sticking to your leg uncomfortably. However, the immaculate grooming of your nether regions indicates a certain degree of preoccupation with your sex.”







“What do you know of my grooming habits, Lucius?” She asked. She saw the slight flush stain his cheeks. “I see…you were watching rather closely weren’t you?”









“As I stated earlier, you are without modesty madam and as much as it pains me to admit it, it has been a very long time since I have been treated to the sight of a naked woman.” He said.







“Well…then call this your lucky day.” She said, rising from the tub like Venus, water sluicing over her generous curves as she stepped from the tub and reached for her wand. She kept her eyes on him, though they never made eye contact as his were too busy moving over her body as she cast the drying charm on herself. “Could you hand me the nightgown you are sitting on?” She asked.









“Nightgown?” He asked as though in a trance. Hermione smiled smugly, pleased to see that the almighty Lucius Malfoy could be rendered speechless by her.







“Yes…you know, a garment in which to sleep…there is one beneath your thigh, could you hand it to me please.” She said. He slid his hand over the coverlet without looking until he felt the delicate silk beneath his hand. He shifted to tug it from beneath his weight and hand it to her, balled in his fist. She slithered into the clinging gown, noticing that the side split went from ankle to hip as she smoothed her hands over the fabric.







She walked towards him, brushing her hip against his knee as she did so before pulling back the coverlet and crawling into bed.







“What are you doing?” He croaked, looking over at her with heat in his eyes.









“Going to bed, Lucius. There is no telling what tomorrow holds for us and I want to make sure I’m rested.” She said.







“But…where should I sleep?” He asked, not too keen on the idea of sleeping on the floor.









“There’s your pillow, just stay on your side of the bed, Lucius.” She said on a yawn. She looked at the rather impressive tent pitched at the front of his trousers and smiled. “I know it will be difficult from the looks of that, but try to keep it on your side as well.” She rolled over and presented him with her back, trying to hold back her laughter when she heard him swear before standing up and heading to the tub. She heard him cast a cooling charm over the heated water, the rustle of clothing as he stripped and the tell tale splash and groan as he lowered himself into the icy tub.



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OK, normally I would add one chapter at a time, per day or every couple days…but I wanted you to get a feel for the rather unusual conversations and relationship dynamic that will be developing between our couple =) hope you enjoyed it.