Ghostly Curse

Ch 20

Chapter 20

Lucius hugged Hermione close, moving his hands in massaging circles over her back as he leaned in and placed slow, lingering kisses along her neck. Moving slowly, he backed her up toward the big bed. They had been out of it for the entire day, spending time with Draco, Severus, Angelica and Ginny until he thought he was going to go mad.

He loved his son. He was thrilled that he was curse-free and happily love-struck with Angelica. He couldn’t think of a better witch to occupy his time or his affections.

He had been friends with Severus for almost more years than he could remember. He was glad that his friend finally had that which he had secretly longed to have for most of his life. A family, with a wife who loved him and a child to carry on his name.

He had considered his own fate for the entire time he had been cursed to exist as a ghost. The true desires of his heart had been elusive until he had begun to know Hermione. She had settled a part of his soul that had been miserable for most of his life.

He had loved his wife. Narcissa had been a wonderful friend and lover. But there had always been something missing. There had been a time, early on in their relationship where he believed he had found true happiness. It had been short lived.

For the first time in his life, the feeling of something missing was gone. The restlessness was gone. In its place was a peace he had never known before. He knew it was because of Hermione. She had filled a void within him that he had never been able to name.

When her arms wrapped around him, he moaned and moved to take her lips with his own.  The kiss he dealt her was one of desperation. He poured his entire being into it, willing her to realize he was baring himself to her.

Hermione felt it. She felt his desperation. She felt his desire and even his fear. It humbled her. His touch was begging for her acceptance. Not demanding it, or just assuming, but asking. She could feel the request in his touch.

He wanted her. He wanted her to know how much he needed her. She felt it all, and she answered without any hesitancy. Kissing him back with full abandon, she gave herself over knowing that he was everything she wanted.

With a whispered word, he accioed both his and her clothes from them, leaving them both naked, skin to skin. They moved silently to the bed, touching each other almost reverently. As if every moment they had together had to be savored. Touching, tasting, caressing.

Skin on skin. Tasting and savoring, moans escaped them as they allowed their passion free reign. She lay back on the bed as he moved over her, their eyes never breaking contact.

With a slow smile, Lucius ran his the back of his hand lightly over her skin from neck to breast. When he circled her breast with a finger, she rewarded him with a quick indrawn breath. His smile grew before he leant down to take the peak into his mouth, nibbling at it tenderly before sucking it in earnest.

Gasping, Hermione reached to cradle him to her. Her fingers played in his silken hair and she luxuriated in its feel. Soft and long, it mesmerized her, making her almost giddy at the thought that it was hers to touch.

That thought stilled her. With eyes wide, she watched him suckle at her breast, wondering what it would be like if one day, it would be their child at her breast.

Sensing her withdrawal, Lucius stopped and raised his head to meet her gaze. A moment of silence passed between them before he asked, “what is wrong, my beloved?”

Offering him a gentle smile, Hermione shook her head. “Nothing is wrong, Lucius.” She giggled a little, glancing away from him. “I just had a thought I wasn’t expecting. That’s all.”

Fitting himself over her fully, he nestled his thighs between her legs and pushed his erection slightly at her opening. She moaned, and spread her legs wider to accommodate him. He chuckled, letting himself slide slowly into her at that.

“So. . . What was this thought? Do tell me. I love the workings of your mind.” His voice was soft and seductive, drawing another moan from her as he pushed his hard shaft a little further into her moist heat.

Lifting her hips, she arched her back. “No,” she answered. “Some thoughts should simply be mine. Shouldn’t they?” she gasped as he plunged deeper still. “Besides. . . What if you don’t like what I think about?”

He stilled then and caught her chin to keep her from looking away from him. Leaning down, he captured her lips with his, kissing her deeply before pulling back to pin her with his intense gaze. “Know this; I will never dislike your thoughts, for they are just that; thoughts.”

“Now,” he leant in to kiss her again. “Tell me. What took your mind off us?”

Feeling herself blush, she sighed. “When you were suckling my breast, I just had an unexpected thought.” She shrugged. “It took me by surprise, that’s all.”

Lucius watched her intently, willing her to continue. When she still didn’t elaborate, he pulled out just to thrust back into her swiftly. He was rewarded by a gasping cry. “And?” he asked gently.

Knowing he wasn’t going to stop his questioning, she gave in. “I just found myself wondering what it would be like in the future if it was our child suckling me. “

He went still and stared at her with an intense gaze. She met it boldly, then looked away, biting her lip. “See? It was a stupid thought. You should have just left off the questioning. Now, everything is awkward.”

Lucius moved inside her then. He thrust slow and deep, eliciting another moan from her. She stretched beneath him and lifted to meet the next thrust. He countered, going deeper as he grasped her hips and tilted them to the best advantage to thrust deeper still.

Within moments, her insides had grown hot from the friction of his lovemaking and she was begging him for release and holding to him as he rode her furiously.

When the climax hit, it was simultaneous for both of them. Holding to each other, they fell exhausted and spent to the mattress and wiped gently at the sweat of one anothers bodies.

Hermione was still regretting voicing her thoughts when Lucius found his voice, surprising her. “I would be honored if, sometime in our future together, you would deign to gift me with a child, my love.”

She looked up at him and smiled as he continued. “Of course, neither of us are ready yet. I know that. And I am a selfish wizard. I still want you all to myself, at least for a few more years.” He returned her smile with one of his own before leaning down to kiss her again.

Hermione embraced him, a feeling of overwhelming happiness consuming her. She held to him and closed her eyes, drifting to sleep, comfortable and safe in the arms of the man she loved. This was good. This was real.