As soon as Lucifer stood up from his table and made his way towards Gryffindor Tower, Hermione directly stood up as well.
She caught up to him as fast as she could, while Lucifer had already recognised the footsteps behind him.
He motioned with his head that they should get to the private room.
She followed behind him and, after watching the way his trousers pulled around his bum, reached out and grabbed hold.
Lucifer almost missed a step. He didn't let her see the half-smile playing on his lips.
Reaching behind him, he pulled her hand off his cheek and twined his fingers through hers as he led her into the room.
After that he turned to her and, bringing her curious hand to his lips, kissed her fingers.
"Get up on the bed—arse in the air. I want to see your marks again."
Hermione climbed up on her elbows and knees, resting her face against the bed; the comforter smelled like him with a vanilla scene of her own, which soothed her jangled nerves.
She shivered as he pulled down her knickers.
Every time, no matter how many times, as soon as he slid them down, she got wetter.
He made her lift up her knees so he could take them off completely.
Lucifer flicked his wand toward the bathroom, and a jar of cream sailed out to meet his hand.
He scooped out a small amount and went to work on her bum, one line at a time, starting at the top.
Her contended sigh made him smirk.
She was putty in his hands.
"L-Lucifer?" she whispered.
"Yes?"
"May I ask you something?"
He sighed. "What?"
"Do you promise not to get angry?"
"Have you done something wrong?"
"No."
"Then I doubt I'll get angry."
She took a deep breath. "I don't really know how to ask this, but . . . I don't really know what we are. Are we still dating?"
"Dating?"
He said it as though he'd never heard the word before (or he'd never said it before). "Yes. I mean, are we just . . . exclusively shagging, or is it more?"
She had to bite the proverbial bullet.
If he took what she said the wrong way, it might ruin things. "I feel a lot about you."
He made a face.
"I just mean I care about you, and don't want anything to happen to you. I don't want you to think I'm trying to get you to declare your undying love for me or anything—I just have no idea what you're thinking. Do you care about me, or do you just want to shag? I'm happy either way, I just . . . I guess I just want to know if you're happy . . . with me."
He'd gone still, staring at her bruised bottom as she rambled.
'Damn Samael. That little snot was right.'
Saying these kinds of things out loud wasn't his style.
He wasn't in love with her, but he was happy with her.
And he would be hurt if anything happened to her (and would hurt anyone who harmed her).
There was an undeniable need in him to protect her and see her happy.
He started smoothing cream over her arse again.
"Why do you think I'm putting cream on your arse?" he asked (not sarcastically for once).
"Um . . . I don't really know. Because you want to?"
Well . . . he couldn't totally deny that.
"Hmm. That is partially true. Are you not enjoying it?"
"I fancy it," she said, smiling into the bed.
"Do you think I let every woman I fuck sleep in my bed?"
The sudden change in questioning made her face go dark. "Please don't talk about..."
"Do you think that I have ever promised anyone else that I would always kiss them goodbye?"
'Definitely not.' "No."
"Do you think I have ever let any other woman blindfold me?"
".....Not that I know of." She understood where he was going now.
"Have you ever seen me hug another person?"
"No."
"Do you think I kiss every woman I sleep with?"
"I don't know. You seem to like it, and you're very good at it. But I'm going to guess no."
"Good guess," he drawled. "Do you think that I would willingly spend my days with someone I did not want to be with?"
"No."
"Do you think I would plan to spend an entire summer with a woman who only had pussy to offer me?"
"I guess not."
"You guess not? Do you think I have ever told another woman that she is my favorite part of the day?"
'Bugger!'
She was going to cry if he kept going.
It never occurred to her how much he did just for her.
'Hell, he's saying all this, right now, for me....'
It obviously made him uncomfortable to talk about his feelings.
"No, sir. I understand. I just . . . wasn't sure.
"Are you sure now?"
"I just wanted to make sure you were happy with me."
"I'm not happy that my motives were suspect, but I am happy being with you."
She sank to her side, looking back at him. "I'm sorry. You're right. That was terribly insulting."
"It wasn't a ringing endorsement, but I understand your confusion. I have a history of hidden agendas."
"That's not it. Really. If I didn't trust you, I wouldn't have slept with you."
"Then what was it?"
Hermione bit her lower lip while she thought. "I just didn't know how to categorize us."
He nodded. "It's complicated. Do you have to analyze everything?"
She smiled. "No. As long as we're both happy with our arrangement."
"Are you all right with that? I know how you like to define things."
"I'm very happy with it." Smiling at him, she got on her knees and knelt at the edge of the bed so she could put her arms around his neck.
"May I ask another question?"
"Sweet Circe," he muttered to the ceiling. "What is it now?"
"When we meet this summer, can you come over using Subway? I have a fantasy of picking you up?"
Lucifer let out a relieved chuckle. "That's totally up to you. I have no problem using Trains."
"Also, promise you won't kick me out too early?"
"....."
"Would you?"
The corner of his mouth curved up. "I'd sleep anywhere with you, pet."
She kissed the side of his mouth, marking the curl of his smile. "I couldn't sleep the past few nights. My bed was too lonely."
"I'm sure Samael would have volunteered to keep you company. Did he enjoy the show?"
She slapped his chest. "I didn't want him. And, yes, he did. Twice."
"Twice? I'm impressed."
"That reminds me. Will you let me watch you wank?"
Both his brows rose in amusement. "I believe that could be arranged, providing you were engaged likewise."
Hermione laughed. "Oh, I think that's a given."
Lucifer smirked, his hand gliding down the front of her shirt, unbuttoning it with a teasing slowness.
"This is . . . pretty," he commented as her bra was revealed.
It looked like candy floss: light pink with a pale blue ribbon woven along the top.
He could pretty much see straight through it. "Is it new?"
"No, just clean." She usually tried to wear black for him.
Her nipple was hard behind the thin material.
He scraped his thumbnail over it. "You look like dessert."
Hermione shivered as his thumbnail flicked upward; it made a soft zipping sound over her bra.
"Guess you'll have to eat me," she quipped.
"No," he said, pushing her shirt off her shoulders.
"I want to watch you now that you've put the idea in my head. Go get on the chair." He lifted her off the bed and set her on the floor.
She walked toward the chair they'd used before; it still made her heart pound just to look at it.
"Take off your skirt!" he growled at her back.
She wiggled out of the grey fabric.
When she got to the chair, she eased into it and leaned back, pulling up her legs to get the weight off her bum.
He was already out of his shirt, and Hermione subconsciously spread her legs as he approached.
"I want to come all over your poor bottom. It'll make it feel better." He grinned evilly. "I promise.
Trying not to laugh, she nodded. "I'd like that, sir. Tell me what to do."
"Get your nipples hard first," he said, unbuckling his belt. "Leave on the bra—pull it down."
Hermione nodded and pulled her cups low to expose her nipples.
Brushing the tips until they were stiff, she watched him push his trousers to his thighs and sit across from her on the settee.
He slowly grew harder before her very eyes.
He tapped and stroked his cock, teasing until more aggressive action was demanded.
Hermione couldn't stop watching his hand, noting his own technique to use on him later.
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