Random Day
He found her in the library, curled up in a semi-fetal position, her back facing the door.
Her curls were splayed around her head, almost spilling over the giant tome she left lying beside her.
Lucifer was so busy drinking her in, the picture of domesticity he still wasn't sure he deserved to see, that it took him a while to register the rest.
A duvet she must have kicked off bunched under her side, leaving her exposed to the chilly air in the room.
She was in nothing but her pale pink pyjama set, a bra and a pair of shorts so tiny they didn't even cover her arse.
He loved those shorts.
The thought of the silky material, gliding over the skin of his thigh, thin fabric easily soaked through with her wetness, her breathy moans rousing him from sleep…
Lucifer swallowed heavily, jerking himself from the memory as his cock stirred in the confines of his trousers.
He was suddenly hungry, and not for food.
As his mouth filled with saliva, he amended. Not for food in its traditional meaning.
It was five in the morning, here in London, and, knowing Hermione, she'd passed out no more than three or four hours ago.
If he woke her up now for no reason than to satisfy his randiness, she'd have his head—after satisfying it, of course.
As he studied her sleeping form, seated in the armchair across from her, he was hit with an idea.
He could ease her into it.
About years into their relationship, Hermione strong-armed him into explaining the basics of Occlumency to her.
It's a useful skill to have, she reasoned, and he hardly could refute.
Lucifer helped her build up her mental walls, checking their sturdiness several times a day.
He acquainted himself with the inner workings of her mind, fascinated with the way it interacted with his, thoughts weaving around and through his own, lacing them together and picking them apart.
She welcomed him in then and he was hopeless ever since.
It certainly made for an interesting experience during sex.
They used it rarely, mostly out of the bedroom, when they couldn't get direct access towards each other's bodies and wanted to build each other up.
At those times, it would become a saving grace.
Her mental shields developed with time and practice.
Clearing the fog her presence formed in his mind, Lucifer took a deep breath.
The path to her mind shone like a beacon, bright, pulsing, calling to him.
Warm in its familiarity, it pulled him forward until he encountered the barrier he'd been looking for.
Hermione didn't stir in alarm even once when he brushed the edges of her mind and it was addictive—to enter a mind so willing to have him.
A thrill went through him as he admired the strength of her shields, vast, thick, golden.
He wouldn't be able to pass without her help, as to not hurt her internally.
'Hermione?'
Nothing.
'Can you hear me? Open up, love.'
He rubbed his palm along the wall in front of him, and the shimmer covering it went opaque.
'Hermione? It's me, Lucifer.
'Lucifer?'
Her voice surrounded him, amplified, but disoriented. Sleepy.
'Easy, love. I'm here. Everything's okay.'
A ripple went through the wall.
'But how? You didn't come back yesterday and I thought—'
Her distress was apparent through their shared bond, tugging at something above his navel, and Lucifer pressed his palm firmly over her shields.
'I'm back now. Do you feel me?'
A soundless yes resonated through the space.
'You're sleeping right now, safe, at home. In our library, he added teasingly.'
'And you? Did you come back? You're not hurt, are you?'
'I did, and I'm fine, unless you count the severe case of missing my girlfriend as an ailment.'
The wall huffed before the shimmer reappeared on its surface.
'Let me in, love. I've missed you like hell.'
A murmur of oh, Lucifer rushed through him before the wall in front of him opened a fraction and he was able to slip inside.
Warmth washed over him, her presence practically overwhelming after a whole day of no physical contact.
He gasped, then laughed and laughed, until he spotted her in the far left corner of the room—their bedroom, he realised.
She was seated in the centre of the bed, hair in disarray, clad in one of his white button ups.
A sight for sore eyes.
'Lucifer!'
She flung herself out of bed, almost tumbling forward with her leg tangled in the sheets but he caught her in his arms, crushing her to him.
She was out of breath but he would be damned if he relaxed his hold on her until he had his fill.
He couldn't feel her scent here but his memory was exemplary when it came to her.
She was pliant under his hands, warm, so warm she was scorching.
The softness of her hair between his fingers, the swell of her hip under his palm—he wanted more of her, he was a greedy fucking bastard as he nosed the collar of his shirt away to bare her shoulder.
'I was so worried.' She left a lingering kiss on the skin of his neck. 'Missed you so much. So much.'
His mind echoed the sentiment, curling around hers, soothing the frayed nerves of her thoughts.
He shushed her gently when she let out a protesting sound as he broke away.
Lucifer put his forehead against hers, cupping the back of her neck.
He didn't have to talk and the air was barely a necessity but he still pushed the words into her waiting mouth. "I know you did'
He kissed her with everything he had; every waking hour spent without her, filled with memories of her, with every little thing he wanted her to see on his down trip, wanted to share with her—he pushed it down the bond.
It gave a shudder at his turmoil and Hermione gripped his face, pulling away with a gasp.
Her thumbs caressed the top of his cheeks, eyes flitting between his, wide, searching.
'I'm that pathetic, love. One year down away from you and I'm barely functioning.'
Determination replaced shock in her features as she tugged him down for another kiss.
This time, her own longing engulfed him, agitation wrapping around him, her distress slipping into him as she kissed him harder, deeper.
Images flooded his mind, images of her, staying late in the bed, working to the point of exhaustion, of reading books while staying on his side of the bed. Of feeling bereft.
'I'm just as pathetic, Lucifer. And, it's only 1 day for me!'
She strained on her tiptoes, arms wrapped tightly around his neck, and a groan slipped out of him when her breasts pushed into his chest.
His palms slipped to her sides, then her hips, finding purchase to bring their lower bodies together.
The rhythmic motions of her pelvis against his reminded him of his experiment.
He let her lips free only to latch onto the skin of her neck, sucking, laving his tongue over her.
Any marks he left on her here would not be visible but it didn't keep him from trying.
He was hers and she was his.
He would make sure to repeat that in reality as well.
'I wanted to try something.'
Her melodic hum caressed the exposed skin of his arms and neck, prompting him to continue.
'Right now, you are sleeping on a couch.
In the library,' she grinned.
'Exactly. And I didn't want to wake you for this but…'
He gripped her sides, pulling her closer—a tiny motion against his straining hardness, but it still had her moaning softly in his ear.
He backed her up against the bed and she fell back, giggling and breathless, swiftly tugging him over her.
'You must have missed me very much.'
The wonder in her thoughts reflected on her face, in the furrow of her brows, the curve of her lips.
Lucifer didn't have to reply, his hunger apparent in his actions as he moved her farther up the bed and pushed her thighs apart.
She grabbed his left hand, caressing his wedding band.
The loose ends of his shirt were long enough to cover her but as she brought their joined hands down, lifting his shirt along up, up, his fingers encountered only her skin. Completely bare skin.
'I missed you really.'
His forehead bumped against her breastbone as he released a groan that resonated across the room.
Lucifer pecked the skin between her breasts, then kissed the tiny mole near her left one, and her laughter shaked his very foundation.
'Tell you what.' Her breath hitched when two of his fingers started their exploration, slowly, methodically, as if this was their first time. 'Make me come once, and then you can have your fun with me in our library. With me sleeping.'
Her eyes were dark, half-lidded with desire, and he wondered if her body experienced the same things her mind did now.
If her cheeks were flushed, if her breathing went uneven.
If her legs were shifting restlessly as a surge of wetness coated her thighs.
He'd have to check later.
'Oh, darling.' His thumb found her clit as a third finger joined the other two, and a sob tore from her lips at the stretch.
He rubbed his free hand over her hip, shushing her. She could take it. 'When have I ever left you with only one orgasm?'
Her grin turned wicked as her hands sneaked down his front, loosened his belt and freed his aching length.
Her grasp was firm, movements sure, just as he liked it.
Her fingers squeezed him when he flicked at her nub, growing erratic as he sped up, drunk on her sounds and the feeling of her body and mind coiling around him.
'Lucifer. Lucifer—can you—can you hold off until you're inside me? Please. I don't want you to come until you're inside my body—the real one.'
His eyes shot open at her words.
She wanted to edge him? It wasn't often that her dominant nature slipped into their sex life.
She was content to let him lead in the bedroom while bossing him around outside of it.
Occasionally though, he'd wake up to find her hovering over his face, waiting for him to catch up, or her hand would slither up to his throat as she found completion on top of him.
He loved those moments.
The level of trust she showed him at every instance was heady.
'Please, Lucifer. Show me how much you missed me. Pleasepleaseplease—'
He found himself nodding into the crook of her neck, murmuring reassurances that yes, he will wait, he will do as she asked, he missed her so much he ached and he lo----
Hermione's hand glided faster over his cock, feverish, almost desperate, and the tension in the pit of his stomach rose higher.
He wasn't sure he could hold off for that long but he would try for her.
Lucifer found one of her nipples, covered by the white fabric, and sucked it in his mouth as he teased, teased her until she went hoarse, until her thighs trembled around his hand, until her back bowed with the force of her release.
He batted her hand away and pressed his fingers around the base of his cock, staving off his own.
His ears were ringing, and the edges of their bedroom went in and out of focus as Hermione tried to find her breath—and, apparently, her mental bearings.
'Still asleep?' Lucifer wondered, resting his head on her thigh.
The fingers of his left hand were still buried inside her and she twitched when he gave an experimental thrust.
The room vibrated with her moan and Lucifer laughed hoarsely.
'Out for the world.'
His joy died down as the exhaustion seeped into her thoughts.
'I'm not letting you out of our bed for a week.' The lighting went brighter with the shift in her emotions.
And Lucifer sighed into her skin, lips migrating lower.
Her affection curved over his shoulders, trust curled around his biceps, love, love squeezed around his ribs until his head went light.
'I love you.
I love y----'
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