Traitor
written by: albe-chan
DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction and I do NOT own Harry Potter or any of the characters mentioned, I am making no money from this, and any similarities with real life are purely coincidental. This work will contain MATURE THEMES, such as coarse language, mature subject matter (scenes containing graphic sex, kinky sex, nudity, etc.), and/or violence. Please, if you are not over the age of 18, or of majority in your country, DO NOT READ THIS! You have been warned!
AUTHOR'S NOTE: I know this has been forever in the making. *hangs head in shame* But, on the bright side, the next two chapters are done being written and just require some minor editing. Review?
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After the bedroom tour, which was long and thorough, Lily let herself be lead in the rest of the fifty six seconds of Lorcan's home tour left, which included peeking at the bathroom and winding up in the little eat in kitchen. The entire place exuded the type of homey charm Lily had always equated with The Burrow, but somehow, Lily felt more at home in that moment, holding Lorcan's hand once more, standing in his little kitchen with him, than she ever had at the Burrow. In fact, she felt more relaxed than she had in ages. "I can already tell you're impressed, Princess," he said, smirking the usual cocky smile, but Lily, looking into his very blue eyes, noticed they were observing her, trying to gauge whether or not she liked the place.
"Definitely," she said after a beat, looking around. "Where are we?" Lorcan's face didn't flinch, but suddenly his blue gaze was ice cold.
"Why does it matter?" he asked.
Lily forced a smile, even as she cursed herself mentally for the slip. She wasn't interrogating him, she had to get him to trust her, enough that revealing the secrets she wanted would be easy for Lorcan. And she should've known that after he'd revealed to her this little cottage, the rest would have to be earned and paid for by her own devotion. "I can smell the ocean," she said. "Are we close enough to go swimming?"
Lorcan's brows shot up in surprise and Lily smiled wider, more genuinely at his surprise. "You want to go swimming in the ocean?" His eyes roved over her. "You'll freeze, Princess." A slow smile slid over his face.
"Maybe," Lily conceded. "But I've no doubts you'll be able to warm me up, Lor," she purred, all teasing seductress. The blond wizard groaned, then kissed her.
"I'll take you to the beach," he said, and smirked. "But at the moment, I'm starved, Princess." Lily's brows pulled together. "So I reckon if you cook me breakfast first, we'll be square."
Dark red eyebrows shot up, almost disappearing into Lily's hairline. "Excuse me?" she drawled.
Lorcan grinned, then kissed the corner of her mouth. "Breakfast. You know, that first meal of the day, the most important one at that, where one usually imbibes the food that breaks their sleeping fast?"
Lily scowled, because she didn't like that condescendingly cute tone of voice or the smug smirk on his lips that begged to be kissed, but she knew she had to play by the damnable blond's rules, even if she didn't much like it. "Say please," she said, planting her fists on her hips, knowing that he had her over a figurative barrel anyway. She could allow him to order her around for however long it took to do her job, and then she'd wash her hands of the sexy bastard. But she wasn't opposed to making him beg for it in return.
Lorcan's delectable mouth curled up in a slow smile, and Lily, although she tried to ignore it, felt a gush of molten desire gush through her, pebbling her nipples and making her squirm the tiniest bit as slick arousal poured from between her legs and into her panties. "Please make me breakfast, Lily?" he purred, one golden brow arching in amusement. "Pretty please? With cherries and the promise of fucking you senseless on the beach on top?"
Lily blushed, but turned to the icebox grudgingly, and began pulling out the necessities for any good breakfast. "You're lucky you're charming, you fucking bastard," she growled, slamming a pan onto the gas cooker with strictly more force than necessary. She bit her lip on a gasp when Lorcan came up behind her, mouth ghosting up the side of her neck, her head tilting to afford him easier access of its own accord.
"As much as you're lucky you're such a great fucking lay, Princess. Otherwise I wouldn't bother with the bitching."
Lily snorted a laugh, then elbowed Lorcan gently in the stomach. "Then it's a damn good idea for you not to press your luck, Lorcan," she said. "You ain't seen nothing yet when it comes to bitching."
They did indeed, after breakfast, go down to the beach, where Lily stuck her feet in and completely downplayed the freezing nature of the waves until Lorcan was close enough to splash. He retaliated by knocking her over into the surf, dodging her curses as she came up spluttering from the icy water, but made up for it and then some when he pleasured her into incoherent bliss afterward on the hot beach while her clothes dried.
She wound up cooking them lunch after they'd gotten back to his little cottage, which she had learned was in fact on the coast of France in the little town of Barfleur. He'd helped her with the washing up and then, with nonchalant grace and nonexistent delicacy, told her he was leaving for a few hours. Part of Lily was tempted to demand he tell her where the fuck he planned on going, when he was coming back, and why she wasn't being invited to join him, but she merely shrugged, plopping down onto his comfy, squashy sofa, with a book in hand instead. The Auror part of herself, that years of training had ingrained into her and was itching to interrogate the sexy blond wizard, would have to be kept at bay if she wanted to maintain she was truly a defector of the Ministry. So the redhead kept her mouth shut except to say, in response, "You owe me dinner whenever you get back."
"We'll see," Lorcan said, and she watched him go, trying not to scowl. Of course, she reckoned, he'd have to leave her at some point to check up on his little potions trading operation, but it still rankled. She let the bastard tattoo his claim of fucking ownership on her for Merlin's sake! What more would she have to do to get the bloody wizard to trust her with something important!?
Lily sighed, then decided, as she was going to be left to her own devices for awhile, to write an update letter to her almost-partner back in Britain. The witch in their specific department who she would send her communications through, any updates in the case, and the person she'd contact should she need an immediate out. The redhead figured she should let someone back at the Ministry, no matter how loathe she was to, know that she'd changed the nature of her undercover ruse entirely, even if the end goal was the same.
It took longer than the redhead would've liked, and several more drafts than she'd anticipated, but by the time her short note was done and she was ready to send it off, Lily had killed a good hour of otherwise boredom. She'd been given a special notebook, when she'd been briefed and had vetted for the position she'd been placed in, with which she could communicate with the Ministry. It required a special quill, that would know if it was her holding it, and thusly writing, along with a very specific ink, and could only be accessed on the other side of the Channel by those who'd been given clearance.
Lily wasn't precisely sure what sort of spells the little notebook, that almost resembled a diary, had been imbued with, but she knew that anyone else, or any other quill, wouldn't transmit messages, and anything she wrote would fade away on her end within an hour after she'd inked it. The notebook also had the opportunity to send messages back, with all the same rules applying, to keep her abreast of anything specific she should try to dig out from Lorcan, or his business dealings. She had to admit, it was a genius bit of spellwork, all things considered, and Lily knew, especially at a time like now during the day, there was a damn good chance her message would make it through to her Ministry liaison.
She carefully wrote out her message, making sure she used clear, concise penmanship, and smiled a tiny bit after she'd signed off. Not five minutes later, there was a response, the notebook growing warm in her hands in warning of a new message, as yet, unread. She flicked open to the first page, and saw, scrawled neatly back, one word. Received.
As the next week slowly whiled away, Lily settled into a routine with Lorcan at his little cottage that made her feel both entirely at ease and distinctly unsettled. It was easy to wake up with Lorcan in his big bed, usually tangled up in the massive blond wizard's embrace, legs twined together after they'd mussed up the sheets the night before, and after a hot dual shower, where getting clean always took second best to getting off, she'd cook them breakfast. The mornings were usually spent together, with Lily either reading quietly from Lorcan's impressive selection of Muggle literature, or, if the weather was nice, walking the beach with the huge, muscled blond. She even managed to actually go swimming on a particularly warm day, although she was frozen after only a few minutes in the water.
Lunch was, with the exception of the day it rained in sheets all day, was usually at one of the little cafes along the water in the little town, where Lily was both pleased to discover her French was still passable, and nettled that every damn waitress seemed to fawn over her undercover lover. She had to bite her tongue on a few curses when some of the bolder wait staff even went so far as to flirt with Lorcan like she wasn't even present. The only thing that held her back was the laughing blue eyes that never wavered from her face, or cleavage, and the knowledge that she'd be, in the next twelve hours, the witch lying sweaty and thoroughly pleasured in the spicy citrus scented bed in Lorcan's home.
Generally Lorcan would spend the afternoons doing his mysterious business, and while she was frothing at the bit to find out just what he was up to, and wracked her brain as she paced the cottage every afternoon on ways to infiltrate the sexy blond wizard's business dealings personally. She knew he'd be suspicious if she demanded he bring her along too soon, or if she asked more than vague, bored-sounding questions when he came home to her in the evenings. But patience was not one of Lily's virtues, and as the days bled away, the redhead was slowly going mad, wondering just what she had to do, how she should do it, and whether or not anything would even work if she did.
She was also feeling inherently guilty, because just the day before, almost a week to the day she'd gone undercover and into virtual hiding with Lorcan, when she'd been staring blankly at her Ministry communication book, Lily had seen a new message. Penned in her best friend's hand was a short message, saying only: If you want, you can always owl me, Red. It made her want to cr and rip the page from the damned book, because she knew Lysander had wheedled his way into sending word, asking if she'd found out anything new yet, and if she needed help, while also reminding her she had a life across the Channel to go back to. Not that she'd forgotten of course, but it hadn't been a constant thought, so much as it had been those first few days in Paris.
Lily was finding it almost too easy to live in the moment, and buy completely into her undercover role, and when she was around Lorcan, she even almost forgot the identical clone of him back home in England who worked with her for the Ministry, all of whom were counting on her to do something. It was easy to convince herself all she had to do was kick back and enjoy herself, and spend every night with the wizard who'd marked her and carried her own brand, and imagine life could carry on that way indefinitely. And Lily, even if she only admitted it to herself in the hours she paced and worried and wondered and went almost insane, found herself hating that she found it so easy. That the break was indeed a vacation, and she could worry about figuring out how to do her job tomorrow, and everything would work out perfectly eventually.
She was stuck in one of those same fogs of self absorbed thought on the tenth day since she'd arrived in Barfleur, standing at the cooker in Lorcan's homey little kitchen, stirring a pot of spaghetti sauce as pasta boiled away next to it, when a pair of warm, strong arms slid abruptly around her waist and her nose was filled with that familiar spicy citrus scent that could only mean one wizard had joined her. "That smells almost as good as you do, Princess," Lorcan said in a low, rough voice against her neck.
Lily, who'd jumped a tiny bit, put her spoon down and leaned back into the solid warmth at her back. "You're home earlier than I thought," she said.
Lorcan hummed contentedly, whether at her mention of home or the feeling of having his pelvis nestled intimately against her arse the redhead wasn't sure. "Nothing that required my attention," the blond rumbled, and Lily arched her back, grinding her ass more firmly into Lorcan's crotch in the process, as liquid pleasure sizzled over her nerve endings. Her nipples beaded and liquid lust seemed to wave through her core, the aftershocks making her huff out a breathy sigh of approval as Lorcan kissed and licked her flesh and his thumb brushed her tattoo.
"What does that mean? I thought you were a badass, trafficking mogul, Hotshot. How can there not be anything that required your attention?" she teased, lids dropping to half mast as Lorcan slid a hand into her jeans.
She could've kicked herself when the blond froze for a beat, then grunted into her flesh, biting her again, even harder than before, sucking the flesh between his teeth to a smarting peak of pain that made Lily gasp and surely left a mark on her pale skin. "It means there's nothing more important than the way you're going to be screaming my name, Princess," Lorcan said after he'd released her. Lily turned in his embrace, dislodging his hand and wrapping both arms around his neck as she tilted her mouth up to his.
"Such a flatterer," she murmured with a smile, dropping her lashes coyly and glancing up, hoping the blond didn't think she was pushing to know just what couldn't be as important, at least to him, as her and the perks of her flesh for Lorcan. She knew most wizards thought first with their dicks more than anything, so she wasn't surprised he'd put his own pleasure over business, because that was familiar territory after all, but she suspected he wasn't being entirely forthright with her, and her previous ruminations lead her to use the situation to her advantage.
"No flattery, love," Lorcan purred, cupping her arse with both hands, pulling her closer, and their mouths met, making fireworks of pleasure explode behind Lily's eyes and convincing her there was a way she could use her undercover lover to her advantage in that moment.
"Lies," she panted between fervent kisses. "I just think you don't want me knowing the extent of your success, Lorcan," she added, even as the blond wizard kissed down her jaw and neck again, grunting as he grasped handfuls of her ass hungrily. She purposely pulled away, even though a large part of her screamed to let him have his way with her as always. "What on earth and in the name of Circe could be better than having all your little minions going about their business and making you even more gold?" she asked, turning back to the stove, flicking her wand that laid on the counter top beside the stove to turn off the heat.
"Never, Princess," the blond said, shoving her jeans down to fondle the tattoo that made magic dance across her skin and pulse through her core, hooking his chin over her shoulder as Lily flicked her wand again to gauge whether the pasta was done. "And there's plenty worth more than gold," he added, even as Lily sent the pasta to strain itself in the sink.
"Like?" Lily pushed.
Lorcan chuckled huskily. "Like knowing I can go back home and find a sexy witch making my dinner, all but begging without saying a single word for me to fuck her into next week." Hazel eyes rolled. "Which reminds me," Lorcan said, finally pulling away from her, moving to set the table with a lazy flick of his wand, the dishes and silverware soaring from the drawers and cabinets to settle themselves with precision on the little wooden table in the corner. "I was thinking you should come and meet my crew."
Lily, who felt herself tense for a beat, tried to play it off like it wasn't a big deal, even as she wanted to scream with relief and dance with a sense of accomplishment. "Why?" she drawled, even as she finished up their dinner.
She didn't notice, keeping her gaze trained on the pasta now being magically transferred to a bowl, and the sauce that had fresh Parmesan grating into it, the way Lorcan's sharp blue gaze roved over her. "Why not?" he asked, seating himself at the table, still watching her, and more often than not, her pert little arse as she worked in his kitchen.
The redhead fought the urge to grin. "Because it seems kind of random," she said, peeking over her shoulder at Lorcan with a raised brow. "Bringing the witch you're sleeping with to meet your little crew of henchmen? Won't they be suspicious?"
She carried the food over to the table and sat down. Lorcan filled his plate looking thoughtful. "They'd be more suspicious if I didn't bring you around at all, Princess," he said at last. "I know more than a few of them aren't pleased that I'm not around as much as usual. At least if they met you, they'd know there's a helluva good reason for me skiving off."
Lily rolled her eyes again, but smirked. "You think they're going to be any more impressed to know you're skipping out of work to go get your dick wet, Hotshot?"
Lorcan smirked back, looking painfully sexy, and nudged her foot with his under the table. "I think they'd at least understand the temptation after seeing you, Princess." Lily slid her foot up his calf. "Not to mention I'm just enough of a prick to want to show off my witch, knowing those poor sods will never get a taste of you." He took a large mouthful of pasta. "Or your cooking," he added. "This is good, Princess. I never knew you were so good in the kitchen."
The redhead smiled sweetly, her foot sliding further up Lorcan's leg, her toes wriggling up his inner thigh teasingly. "I'm good everywhere, Hotshot." They ate in companionable silence for awhile, all the while Lily teasing Lorcan beneath the table with her feet, enjoying the way his blue eyes burned with barely restrained passion, the sexy curve of his mouth promising retribution later. "So when d'you want me to meet your underlings?" she asked after Lorcan had brought the plates to the sink and muttered a few charms to have them cleaning themselves efficiently.
"Tomorrow," Lorcan said, turning away from the sink, and Lily's eyes darted, of their own accord, down his broad-shouldered, sculpted body, to land on the noticeable bulge in the front of his jeans. She bit her lip, rising from the table and walked slowly toward her wizard, unable to resist smoothing her palms up the soft black cotton of his tee, feeling ever perfect ridge of muscle beneath, and lifted onto her toes to kiss him. "But for now," he groaned, lips capturing her again, tongue tracing the seam of them, begging entrance before he forced his way inside and took hungry, greedy impressions for a long moment, "I want you naked and screaming my name, Princess."
The redhead all but jumped at him, both legs fitting around his waist as he held her by the arse and walked them back to the bedroom, mouths meeting once again. "Me too," Lily finally grunted between hungry kisses and sharp tugs at Lorcan's tee that she couldn't manage to wrangle from him with only one hand. "Take this off."
Lorcan dumped her in his bed, watching her quickly shuck her own clothing as he pulled his shirt off, and his hot blue gaze dropped to see his mark upon her, just visible over the top of her knickers, the magical tattoo still raised but looking completely healed. The sharp blast of arousal that poured through him, blending with animal instinct to rut her into oblivion, somehow also brought a soft thud of utter peace and contentment through his chest, when he saw his name tattooed upon the one witch he found himself dangerously in like with. But after Lorcan had finished undressing, and Lily had flicked the flimsy excuse for knickers from her hips, the blond wizard stopped thinking altogether. Because the sultry redhead stepped into his embrace, tilting her head up, almost as if to kiss him, then dropped her mouth abruptly and bit the tattoo she'd inked into his chest. And Lorcan was pretty positive his balls were electrified with the urge to lose his load all over her when she gently sucked her mouthful of his flesh before withdrawing and giving him a soft, sexy kiss better.
"Fuck, Princess, you can't do that," he growled, unconsciously fisting both hands into her mane of hair, reveling in the way she melted against him.
"Would you prefer I suck your cock instead, Hotshot?" Lily purred, looking up at him with long lashes hiding her lovely hazel eyes, then jolted up on her toes and bit his lower lip. She grasped his hips with her thighs and huffed out a sigh of displeasure, because Lorcan simply dropped his hands to her arse and hefted her up as if she were a life sized doll and carried her over to the bed. "Stop doing that," she panted half heartedly into Lorcan's neck.
"Doing what?" he demanded. "I want you flat on your back in that bed and I want to fuck you twelve ways to Sunday, and you got too distracted biting me, Princess," Lorcan continued, moving over her as he eased her onto her back. "Which doesn't necessarily mean you have to stop biting either, love," he added in a rumbling purr, "but I'd rather wait for you to have my cock balls deep in that pussy first, Princess."
Lily grinned and she moaned softly as he ground his tumescence between her thighs, and then canted her hips so his erection nudged against the molten heat that leaked from the entrance of her pussy. Lorcan had to bite his cheek to hold in the urge to lose it prematurely, and then moaned in tandem with Lily as the swift swirl and flex of her pelvis had the head of his prick sinking into her.
"Fuck, Princess, you're killing me," he moaned.
Lily smiled wider still. "Fuck me Lorcan," she murmured, her legs moving up and around his hips on instinct, mouth ghosting up his throat. "Fuck me like you own me," she whispered in a needy mewl right into his ear, and the hulking blond wizard lost the urge to hold back.
"Yes, all mine," Lorcan growled, his hips whipping faster before his brain could even process the change in tempo. "All, fucking, mine."
Lily moaned and then cried out as her body writhed and spasmed, right on the brink. A soft graze of his fingers over her rock hard little clit was enough to send Lily into euphoria, and as she came around and all over him, Lorcan lost the urge in his balls to come with her. And when he painted her walls with the white hot burst of his appreciation for her perfect pussy, just as her orgasm wavered on the edge of fading, Lily shuddered and writhed as the aftershocks made her world tremble.
"Lorcan," she breathed. Clinging to her undercover lover, the one wizard she wasn't supposed to fall for, she felt the world slowly shift back onto its axis, grounding her in the reality that, if this mission took much longer, she would fail entirely. Because with Lorcan's comforting weight atop her, pressing her down into the mattress, still buried in between her thighs, the spicy citrus scent of him invading her senses and a contented smile on her lips, Lily couldn't think of when she'd ever felt more right. More at peace with the world and herself. More like she was exactly where she should be, fingers carding through the soft strands of golden blond hair at the nape of Lorcan's neck, feeling his mouth peppering her throat with kisses.
"So what do you think, Princess?" Lorcan murmured a few moments, or perhaps an eternity, later.
I think you're great. I think you're going to be the death of me. I think I might be falling for you. "I think," Lily said, even as she hushed the voices in her head that warned her she was getting in too deep to be able to touch the bottom, a dangerous prospect for sure, "you'd better try for round two, Lor, if you really want your crew to understand why you keep skiving off work to be with me."
The blond chuckled, rolling off her at last, and pulled her to face him as they lay on their sides. "I always knew you were a smart one, Princess, but that just proved it. We might have to go all night to justify my recent absences."
Lily smiled, then leaned in, stretching out against the solid warmth of his form. "I look forward to it."
As dawn painted the horizon pink and gold the next morning, Lily's day went almost the exact same as it had since she'd begun sleeping, and living with Lorcan, at his little house, when she woke up to the feeling of the blond wizard's hungry mouth roving over her nipples. And she had no doubts, when he rolled her over for the finale of their debauched night, and simultaneously the start of another sure to be debauched day, that anything at all different than her new norm would transpire. Of course, in the panting, deliriously blissful aftermath, when the only thing Lily could focus on was how incredibly fucking great Lorcan was at making her scream his name in ecstasy, she wasn't expecting at all the wizard she'd momentarily hoodwinked into being with her to say the words that spilled from his lips.
"You should come and meet the lads tomorrow," Lorcan said, sounding as though he'd mostly caught his breath already, an if his statement was merely an afterthought.
And so, without hesitation, Lily replied softly, and unwittingly sleepily, "Sure. Whatever you want to do, Lor."
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