Love Thy Enemy

CHAPTER 9: A Thin Line Between Lust and Hate











Hermione yawned and stretched in the early morning sunlight streaming through the bedroom windows. She opened her eyes and stared up at the tufted black canopy above her. She would have thought that a creature as vain as Lucius would have had a mirror over his bed. When had she come to bed? The last thing she remembered was thinking about strangling the man and sliding across the backseat of that decadent car of his. He kissed her, and for the first time they hadn’t argued into an agreement first.





She propped herself up on her elbows and looked down at the soft gray t-shirt she was wearing. On the left side of the chest was a small LAM embroidered in black. Leave it to Lucius to have custom made undershirts. The real question was how she got into the t shirt to begin with. She looked down at the man sleeping beside her. He was sprawled on his stomach, the bedding kicked to the foot of the bed. He had cast a warming charm over the bed for her comfort but his naturally high body temperature made it feel like an oven to him. He was wearing only a snug pair of black boxer briefs that hugged his taut backside and thighs to perfection.





He was pleasant enough to look at in his sleep. His platinum locks tangled on the pillow, his golden skin slightly flushed from sleep. He snored softly and Hermione thought it made him seem almost human, almost.





It occurred to her then that she must have gone to sleep in the car. Which meant Lucius must have carried her up to bed. And that meant he had been the one to undress her and put her into his t-shirt, since he had burned her other nightwear. Lucius had seen her naked.





“You asshole!” Hermione shoved the sleeping wizard hard, forcing him to roll over and stare up at her in confusion. In an instant she found herself sprawled across his naked chest as the spell interceded.





“Its bad form to attack a sleeping man, Hermione.” Lucius groused. He had been sleeping quite well until her cold little hands shoved into his side and then her lush little form slammed into him. “What could I possibly have done to illicit your negative emotions before I even awoke?” He asked yawning and stretching as much as he could with her draped over him.





“You undressed me!” She snapped while trying to push herself up off of him with no luck.





“You wouldn’t wake up, I tried several times. I suppose I could have let you sleep in your gown, but I thought you would be more comfortable in my shirt. Pardon me for being thoughtful.” Lucius crossed his arms beneath his head and stared up at the little shrew glaring down at him.





Hermione found herself admiring the stretch and pull of his muscular chest and shoulders, as well as his well defined biceps. Hell, even the blonde hair growing under his arms was attractive. It wasn’t fair, her body was a traitor.







“I’m sure it was my comfort that concerned you, was I molested in the process?” She asked, reaching behind her to check that the hem of his t-shirt covered her bottom.







“No.” Lucius smirked slightly. “Well maybe I brushed up against you a little bit, but it wasn’t intentional you weren’t exactly cooperating.”





“Because I was unconscious!” Hermione shouted, causing him to flinch slightly from the noise.





“Trust me, it wasn’t an erotic experience by any means. You were exhausted and I thought to make you comfortable that is all.” He said.





“Trust you? So you didn’t look?” She asked, not believing for one second that her comfort mattered to him one little bit. He only cast the warming charm to keep her cold feet off of him.





“I didn’t say that, I said I didn’t touch, intentionally. I’m a man, of course I looked. What man isn’t curious about how his wife looks naked?” Lucius laughed when Hermione slapped his shoulder. “Hey! Stop that. You know you would look if given the opportunity.”





“I wouldn’t do it while you were unconscious!” She said.





“So are you saying you want to see me naked fully awake?” He grinned.







“I don’t want to see you naked at all.” She said, but it was a lie, she knew it and worse, he knew it too.





“Oh come on, not even a little bit?” He asked, putting his arms around her and rolling her onto her back. Thanks to the spell she couldn’t get away from him as he settled over top of her.





“Get off of me!” She struggled beneath him, she was not happy about the way her body reacted to having him over her.





“Quit thrashing, you know I can’t.” Lucius said, pinning her wrists beside her head. He pressed his hips against her thighs, letting her feel his reaction to her continual writhing.





“You would get off on having me at your mercy.” She snarled. Lucius had to admit, he kind of liked keeping her in a snit. Her amber eyes flashing, her face flushed and her chest heaving.





“I won’t deny a certain thrill, but it is overshadowed by that viper’s tongue of yours.” Lucius said. “Now, unless you intend for us to remain stuck in this bed the rest of the day, we need to take care of our situation.”





“I don’t think I can bring myself to kiss you.” She said through clenched teeth.







“I normally wouldn’t attempt to kiss a woman before brushing my teeth, and allowing her the same courtesy, but it seems your vicious little temper has taken that option from us.” Lucius said, sliding his knee between her thighs and pushing them apart so he could settle more fully against her.





“What are you doing?” She squealed.





“Just getting comfortable, don’t worry; I have no desire for a morning quickie.” He laughed. “I do however have business to attend to, so it would be nice if we could resolve our dilemma.”





“Fine!” She snapped, relaxing against his hold. Her lips pouted slightly and Lucius was struck by how pretty her pink lips actually were. They were plump and smooth, perfect for kissing and other oral endeavors.





“Don’t be that way. Do you not like kissing me, even a little?” He asked. Hermione inhaled sharply. Lucius knew how to use his voice as a weapon it seemed. Simply by changing his tone, lowering it slightly and almost whispering to her in that soothing way had her hips involuntarily twitching against him. The corner of his mouth lifted slightly at the telltale reaction. “I think you like me a little more than you want to admit, Hermione.”





“I don’t like you at all.” She said, her voice breaking slightly.





“Maybe not here.” Lucius tapped her on the forehead. “But I think the rest of you likes me just fine.” He let his gaze drift to her breasts and the hardened tips straining against the thin cotton of his shirt.





“It’s a physiological response, it doesn’t mean anything, and any man would do.” She wasn’t sure who she was trying to convince, him or her self.





“Lie to yourself if it makes you feel better.” He slid his hand over her shoulder and down to cup her breast in his hand, his thumb lightly brushing over the nipple. “But you can’t lie to me; your body tells the truth your lips will not.” He raked his teeth over the hardened bud through the cotton shirt and she moaned softly. Lucius seized that opportunity to slant his mouth over hers, his tongue darting deep into her mouth to stroke and tease.



He slid the hand that was cupping her breast down along the curve of her waist to her hip where he clenched his fingers into the soft flesh. He grunted softly when her tongue joined his, dueling and tangling as she gave up the fight against her own passion and took the pleasure he offered with his lips. The magical bind dissolved and instead of pulling away, Hermione threaded her fingers through his hair and pressed her lips harder against his, sucking on his tongue and moaning into his mouth when he thrust his hips hard against her.





It was several seconds before they came out of their passionate daze and realized there was someone knocking on the bedroom door. Lucius was staring down at her; his light blue eyes were on fire as he stared at her kiss swollen lips.





“What the hell do you want?” He bellowed at whoever was interrupting.







“The Mistress’s things have arrived sir….should we put them away?” Bindy, the head house-elf answered through the door. Lucius narrowed his eyes and took a deep, calming breath.





“We are definitely going to discuss the physical aspect of this relationship later, Hermione.” He growled before rolling off of her and stalking across the room and into the bathroom, slamming the door behind him. Hermione lay on the bed panting, unsure and highly aroused. How could she respond to him so heatedly?





“Sir? Madam?” Bindy knocked again.





“Come on in Bindy.” She called, sitting up in the bed and pulling the sheets over her bare legs. She watched the small army of servants as they carried in package after package and with quick, efficient control of their magic they put everything away in its proper place and left her alone once again.





She heard the shower start and covered her face with her hands. It seemed that maybe the old adage that there was a thin line between love and hate would prove true. Only it was lust and hate.