Adventurous Hearts: The Temple

CHAPTER 8: The Kiss











Morning found Lucius Malfoy in a rather unpleasant mood. He opened his eyes and looked across the bed at the young witch with whom he had spent the night. He ached, his balls hurting from repeated arousal without release. He had never suffered the proverbial “blue balls” before and it was just as miserable as it sounded. He groaned when she moved in her sleep, the coverlet slipping lower and revealing her bare thighs where the gown had shifted during the night.







She was lying on her stomach, her face turned towards him and every time she moved her bottom would rise and fall deliciously, making him want to roll over and press into the plump, cushy curves. She slept heavily, he noticed, as though she hadn’t a care in the world. He unfortunately was not so lucky; in fact he woke at the slightest sound, a result of being in prison so long. Over the years more than one unscrupulous guard had attempted to come into his cell uninvited.







He couldn’t help but respond to her, she was wiggling slightly, her lips pursed and her cheeks flushed from sleep. He reached beneath the blankets and slid his hand under the elastic of his boxers. He knew what he was doing was rude, but damn it he was in pain. He stroked his fingers gently over his turgid length. He couldn’t look away from her backside, images of his hands holding the firm, round cheeks as he rode her hard were flitting through his mind. He fisted his cock in his hand, stroking himself as inconspicuously as he could beneath the coverlet. She wiggled that sweet arse again; almost grinding against the mattress and moaning in her sleep, looking as though she were writhing against some phantom lover.









He began to stroke harder, taking care to remain in control and not get so carried away that his movement disturbed her. Gods how he longed to feel the tight, wet clasp of a willing female wrapped around him. A tiny whimper slid past her lips and she rotated her hips, he clenched his teeth and bit back a groan as he came hard, the thick, hot spurts of his semen sliding down his cock and over the fist still stroking his erect shaft.







“Fuck.” He whispered softly, his eyes closed as he tried to slow his heartbeat and calm his breathing.









“Do you feel better?” He heard a soft voice ask. He groaned in agony and humiliation, she hadn’t been sleeping, she had been observing him. “Don’t be embarrassed…I’ve never watched a man do that before.”







“It’s not generally a spectator sport.” He growled, reaching for his wand and scourgifying his hands and body. “You should have let me know you were awake.”









“If you had known you would have stopped.” She said. “I didn’t want you to stop.”









“My behavior is reprehensible, please accept my apology…”









“Not necessary, Lucius, your behavior was natural. Were you thinking about me?” She asked.









“Does it matter?” He asked turning his head on the pillow to look at her. She was still lying on her stomach, her arms beneath her pillow as she stared back at him. “Yes, I was.”







“You were staring at my bum while you touched yourself.” She said.









“You have a rather fine backside. Were you wiggling about on purpose?” He asked.







“Yes. Watching you excited me.” She said simply. “It’s been a long time since a man looked at me that way.”









“Severus?”









“I haven’t seen him in over six months.” She said.









“Why so long?” Lucius asked, if she were his lover he wouldn’t let her go more than a week without having her beneath him, mudblood or not.









“I told you before, we aren’t a regular thing, we aren’t a couple, we are friends who occasionally share our bodies, that is all.” She said.







“Lucky him.” Lucius said softly. The witch smiled at him and he couldn’t help but smile back.







“I think you might be flirting with me, Lucius.” She said, laughing slightly.







“It’s been awhile, I’m sure it’s involuntary.” He said with a smirk.







“Of course, you would never consider taking up with a filthy mudblood.” she said, rolling her eyes.





“You throw that word about quite freely, Hermione.” He said.









“It is only a word; the only power it holds is the power a person gives to it.” She said.









“Wise words, however I would not say that I would never consider taking up with you…I find you oddly fascinating.” He admitted.









“It’s because I am the first woman you have seen naked in over a decade.” She said.









“That isn’t entirely true. Once in awhile one of the female inmates would get free and run through the halls naked, of course those women were insane.” he said.







“Alright, so I am the first sane not to mention clean woman you have seen in a decade.” She said laughing.







“You are also unlike any woman I have ever met before. You have no modesty, you put on no airs…you are raw and honest and open…it is somewhat disconcerting.” He said. “To be honest I am surprised Severus puts up with your cheek.”







“Severus enjoys it…he likes to revert back to his professorial days and take me to task.” She said.







“And you let him?”









“When it pleases me. Severus has been good to me over the years, Lucius, he is my friend first and foremost.” She said. “The sex, while it is fantastic, is second to our friendship.”









“It feels odd to be lying in a bed post climax having a discussion with a woman about her…lover.” He said.









“But only you have the distinction of being able to claim post orgasmic bliss, I myself was left wanting.” She said smiling.







“Feel free to indulge yourself.” He said, rolling onto his side as though preparing for a show.









“Would you watch?” She asked.







“Would you let me?” He queried back.







“I don’t know, a woman masturbating is a very…earthy…thing to witness.” She said. “It is different for a man, you simply stroke and release…with a woman it involves so much more. The fantasy, the need, the right touch in the right spot. It is messy, wet and slippery and brutally honest, after all, it is hard to lie to your lover when your lover is yourself.”









“Do you often lie to your lovers?” He asked, his head filled with images of her fingers moving over her own body while he watched. He was becoming depraved, years of deprivation making his desires perverse.







“No. In truth I have only had two, Ron Weasley and Severus.” She said. “I lied to neither of them, which is why things went sour with Ron; he called me frigid because I just couldn’t respond to him. Then I met up with Severus, and when I told him what had happened he showed me just how wrong Ron actually was. I have never lied to him about my pleasure because he has never given me a need to.”









“He pleases you….you care for him….yet you do not love him nor desire a relationship with him…I confess I do not understand that.” Lucius said frowning.







“Have you loved every woman you have taken to bed?” She asked.







“No.”







“But you found pleasure in their bodies, yes?”









“Yes.”









“It is the same for Severus and me.” She said. “I don’t want to talk about him anymore.” She said softly. “We should get up and try to find our way out of here.” She rolled out of bed and found her clothing, cleaned and folded neatly by the bed.







She and Lucius dressed in silence, their backs turned on each other. She had just finished lacing her boots when she heard him call her name.







“Hermione?” She turned to find him standing by a door, a door that had not existed the night before when they went to bed. On the door was pinned a piece of parchment.









“What is this?” She asked, coming up beside him. She reached out to touch the letter but Lucius grabbed her wrist.









“Do not touch it.” He said. She frowned at him, but he was right, who knew what she would set off if she did. She leaned in and began to read the note aloud.





Many welcomes to my temple guests,

I hope you took advantage of your night of rest.





A new day dawns and your adventure starts,

A journey set to open two lonely hearts.





A witch with a passion and personality bold,

With a heart that is barren, lonely and cold.





A wizard long without love blessed,

In desperate need of tenderness.





Together desire you shall explore,

A journey that will leave you craving more.





Your freedom is yours if you pay the price,

Learn to touch to desire to pleasure and entice.





The first task of your quest towards ultimate bliss,

Is simply an exchange of a passionate kiss.







Hermione frowned and stared at the note before reaching out to try the knob on the door. It was locked.







“I don’t understand…the first task of your quest towards ultimate bliss is simply an exchange of a passionate kiss…she wants us to kiss?” Hermione looked up at Lucius.







“I told you she would request sacrifices and that they would not be pleasant.” He said.







“Are you saying it would be unpleasant to kiss me?” She asked, one hand on her hip.







“No…”









“I’ve been told I’m quite good at it actually.” She said.









“I am sure that you are…” he was cut off when she reached up to cup the back of his neck and pulled him down to meet her lips. He gasped audibly as her lips opened over his, her teeth nibbling at his lower lip, her tongue tickling along his mouth’s seam.







“Come on, Lucius, kiss me.” She whispered against his lips, sucking the lower one into her mouth briefly. “Surely you haven’t forgotten how.” She taunted.







Lucius growled deep in his throat and his arms came around her waist lifting her up and pressing her into him. He parted his lips and took control of the kiss, his tongue sliding past her lips and into her mouth where he sought out every sweet, wet inch. She moaned, both surprised and aroused by his sudden, borderline rough reaction. Her hands were clutching his shoulders as he took her mouth forcefully, proving that he had forgotten nothing. He sucked her tongue, then her plump lower lip before slowly easing off of the kiss and setting her away from him.







“Did it feel like I had forgotten?” He asked, his voice raspy. She reached up and ran her fingers over her bruised and swollen lips.







“I suppose it’s like riding a broom…you never really forget.” She said breathlessly.







“I have no interest in riding a broom.” He whispered, his meaning clear by the glint in his eyes. Hermione shivered beneath his stare, wondering if he remembered how to do everything as well as he remembered how to kiss.







The door clicked, drawing both of them from the heat building between them.







“Seems we have satisfied the first task.” Hermione said softly.









“Ready for the next one?” Lucius asked.









“Are you?” She sounded breathless.









“I can hardly wait.” He drawled, reaching for the door and swinging it open, more than willing to proceed with the little adventure Morgana had mapped out for them. After all, if she continued to demand intimacy then it would all work in his favor.





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Naughty boy, Lucius! He should have known better, but hey, when a man is in pain what’s he to do…and in his defense, he was trying to be subtle about it. =) I wouldn’t kick him out of bed for having a little wank ; )







Utopia – Underwear is dependant on what you would be doing in my estimation. She was just going in to clear wards and make way for her team, not actual excavation, hence the sexy undies. Jockey has a great line of bras and panties of stretchy lace and satin that are perfect for active women who still wanna wear something pretty even under their work clothes. =) Definitely no butt floss however, thongs are the creation of satan, give me a nice pair of boyshorts anyday, they work just as well to avoid a VPL.







Luciusdreamer – Oh you poor sweet thing, I’m so sorry to hear about the boyfriend, he’s a twit, long distance relationships can last if you try, hell I’m having a long distance marriage! I will try my damned best to keep you entertained.







Angeleye68 – I actually read an article in a magazine about it, but I now recall the scene in Simply Irresistible LOL men and their penises…







LaBib – OK, the way I saw it, Draco barged in and Sev and Mione were in his desk chair, she was on top LOL Hermione is a bit of a ball buster, a rough relationship early on and working in a field dominated by men has made her that way, it’s a defense mechanism to keep people in their place and from getting too close. Lucius is still adjusting to being on the outside…we will begin seeing his old self emerging as they try to free themselves and in the coming installments.



Funny enough you are the only one who asked about the future installments, so I will tell you the titles, Nimue’s Island and Merlin’s Tomb. All associated with Camelot I know, I’ve been sort of obsessed with Arthurian legend recently. Expect Sev to play a large part in Nimue’s Island, oh, and recall your little challenge for Death Eaters Valentine…the 3some? =)