Lucifer liked the way she felt beneath him, the plush warmth of her body, the soft press of her voluptuous breasts against his chest, her heart thudding with his.
It felt as though he'd finally found a place where he truly belonged.
Her thighs started to relax, but her pussy continued to flutter around him in a smattering of applause.
The little aftershocks that wracked her body made his tired scrotum shiver in reply, and he smiled at each quaking curtain call.
It took a couple minutes before he realized that, in his state of sexual stupor, he was probably crushing her, so he did his best to take his weight off her chest without losing too much contact.
"No," she panted. "Stay. I like it."
Lucifer turned his face toward her temple, his eyes half closed, his brain comfortably numb. "Can you breathe?"
"Enough."
"Are you all right?"
She exhaled an exhausted laugh. "I'm outstanding. How 'bout you?"
"I suspect you've lacerated my back, but I've never been happier about an injury."
Wheezing with silent laughter, she ran her hands lightly over his skin. "Many apologies. I'll heal you when we get up."
"No need. I look forward to the scars. They'll be a nice reminder of the day Hermione Granger ravaged me over Easter break."
"It was a nice end to the holidays, wasn't it?" she said with a contented sigh.
Lucifer smiled. "Perhaps we should send a thank you note to Peeves. I have a feeling he'd be horrified to find out his prank had such unexpected consequences."
"Good lord," she muttered. "Don't you dare. I have no desire to hear him singing 'We Wish You a Merry Fuck-mas' to the whole school like at the Ball. We'd never hear the end of it."
Lucifer snorted into her hair. "True."
"Now that you mention it, it is nice to know we have one more day all to ourselves." She turned her head slightly. "You want to do this again, don't you? That wasn't just an idle promise you made in the heat of the moment, was it?"
"You'll have to give me some time to recover first, but that was most definitely not an idle promise. I was thinking you should probably sleep over here for the night—your room is so very far away … a needlessly dangerous journey in this weather."
Snickering, she wrapped both arms around his waist. "Are we just shagging or do you think we could do some other things?"
"Like what?"
"Like … discuss that article in Brewer's Quarterly on Pufferpod spores in healing potions? Argue about books? Maybe go to Black Lake? Snog in the library?"
Smiling to himself, Lucifer kept his voice even. "That all sounds acceptable. Except I shudder to think what Pince would do if she caught us snogging in her library."
"Oh, look who is talking? Then I probably shouldn't tell you what else I want to do in there."
"Hmm," he hummed approvingly, "I had no idea Gryffindors could become so much perverse. Recklessness does have its perks, I suppose."
"I'm not reckless. I'm just open to a little adventure to get what I'm after."
"And what are you after?"
"I think that's rather obvious. Or do you just want to hear me say it?"
"I like to know what I'm getting myself into."
"I guess I just want to see what it's like being with Lucifer Morningstar on a personal level … when he lets down his guard a little," she said after a thoughtful pause. "I mean, yeah, you can be a bit of a prat sometimes, but I like your snark; it makes me laugh—at least it does when you're not aiming it at me. Plus I like talking to you; your mind turns me on. And—bonus points—your voice makes me very wet. I think we work well together, don't you?"
Lucifer's eyebrows rose, that tidbit about his voice making her wet softening the bluntness of her initial critique. "As long as you can admit you're a bit of a know-it-all sometimes, I can admit that I also appreciate your intelligence … and passion. And I like the way your eyes flare when you're riled up."
"No bonus points?"
Lucifer smirked. "Bonus points … you taste amazing."
Laughing, she ruffled a hand through his hair. "I thought after the day we've had, you'd give the bonus points to my breasts."
Lucifer snorted. "A punchline wasted."
"No, no," she murmured. "I like your honesty. I encourage you to taste me whenever the mood strikes."
She lay there quietly for several minutes, stroking his back and lightly scratching his scalp with the tips of her nails.
His cock started to deflate but, for the moment, remained warm and safe inside her.
Lucifer started to drift off, but then she turned and kissed his forehead, which pulled him back from the edge of sleep.
"Lucifer?''
"Hm?"
"I'm sorry I said you were a bit of a prat. I didn't mean it in a bad way."
He opened one eye. "I wasn't offended. I am a bit of a prat"
She smiled. "I like you a lot."
His face went hot; he closed his eye again, pretending to be too tired to talk.
"Happy Easter," she whispered and kissed his nose.
He smirked. "Happy Easter, Granger."
"Hermione."
He growled under his breath. "Dammit!"
"Don't worry, you'll get plenty of practice moaning my name later."
"Mmm," he purred, smiling into her neck. "A very happy Easter, indeed."
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