Chapter Twenty-One:
Hermione decides since he was nice enough to escort her, she should feed her man. She heats up two dinners and sits him down. "Princess, you don't have to cook for me." He snags her passing form and pulls her into his lap. Marcus wraps his arms around her and smiles thinking about their future. His tiny woman cooking for him and their family. He wants to get there soon.
"I know, but you didn't have to do what you did this afternoon, either." She smirks to him.
Marcus is shocked. "Oh yes, I did." Marcus turns her in his lap, so she is straddling him. "You don't know how much I needed to do that. I needed to drink you down, and I will need to do it time and time again, until I close my eyes for the last time. As for lunch, I was hungry and wanted to see you. I do have to ask you why you didn't know I wanted to." He could tell she was surprised by his licking her up like cream. "You taste so good on my tongue, baby. I enjoy doing that for you. So get used to being pampered in the bedroom and out of it, because I loved doing even that little." He pokes her lightly on the nose. He lets Hermione up to get their dinner.
Marcus stands and helps her get the table set, remembering where some things were. They sit down to Hermione's corn chowder and a basket of warmed bread knots. He takes a mouthfull of chowder and can't hold back his moan at the taste. He swallows and turns to Hermione.
"Thank god, you never cooked for any of my competetion. I would never been able to beat them away. If Blaise had known you cooked like this, he would have disowned his mother." He exclaimed and took another spoonful, before shaking his head and finishing his bowl.
"It's really nothing, Marc. I've always liked cooking. Cleaning, not so much, but I am very tidy, so it works out." Hermione chuckles at herself. Marcus shakes his head again. "No, it is a big deal. You being able to cook like this, in this world, means that you have an edge over the pureblooded heiresses. Aside from your obvious intelligence and power, that is.
It is a sad reality, but the girls are raised to expect to have help with doing the chores around the house, all have house elves. Where as we boys are raised to cherish any skill that is above and beyond the normal for our world.
You are familar with Mrs. Weasley. Her cooking skill is magical, not manual, like yours. It's all spells. She would not know how to do it without a wand." He spells it out for her.
Marcus stands and starts to take care of the dishes, rinsing and loading the dishwasher, but beyond that he is stumpted. Hermione smiles at him and adds the detergent, closes the door and sets the thing to wash. The man smiles again. "That thing is ingenious." He remarks, before turning to Hermione.
He wraps her in his arms and rests his forehead against hers. "What do you say to going shopping tomorrow night, or on our lunch hour?" He asks looking into her eyes and getting lost in them once again.
Hermione smiles at the idea. "Alright, I think I can swing a lunch shopping date." She scrunches her lips to the side in thought. Marcus rolls his eyes. "Oh, you think so? Well my love, I'd say it's a date then. I'll stop by your office to pick you up and you can teach me about Muggle formal wear. I just hope it's more comfortable than the wizarding robes. They are usually made from wool and are heavy."
Hermione smirks as she remembers Ron's from her fourth year. "I am certain that it will be lighter and most likely not wool in that sense. There are wool blends, I am sure, but this is still the summer. You will not want to have a wool tuxedo on." She chuckles a bit. Marcus, loving that she is so happy with him reaches out and tickles her, before pulling her to him.
"I need to be going, Hermione. I need to check in on Father and you need your rest, my love." He whispers, wishing that she would give him leave to go and come back, but he refuses to rush her into that or any decision. He will take this courtship as slow as she needs. His goal is for her to want to stay in his arms for the rest of her life and she is skittish of the whole idea still.
Hermione doesn't need as much time as he thinks she does. She may have had been a bit nervous Friday night, but he washed those thoughts of him not taking this seriously away that very night. What he did this noontime may have been nothing much for him, but she felt cherished and loved afterward, especially when he helped her get everything back in order.
"Marc, go check on him and come back." She hands him a key to her apartment. His eyes widen and then darken. "I promise, I will not be too long, baby." He kisses her goodbye for now and runs from the building like it was on fire.
Marcus pops home and informs his father that he will be spending the night away. Lord Flint smirks and nods. "Good luck, Son. Do say hello to my daughter for me and tell her that she is always welcome here also." Marcus nods and waves on his way to his chambers. He gathers clothes for the work day, sleep pants, his tooth brush and paste and some shower supplies into a smaller version of his Quidditch duffle.
He has already paid for Hermione's sets of tickets to every home game. He got two for each game. He knows she really doesn't care for the sport, but doesn't want to miss seeing his woman when he is in town, even if it is only seeing her sitting in the stands from the air. He waves again to his father on the way out and pops back to Soho.
When he opens the door to her flat, he sees Hermione close her book and look over. They both smile for a bit before he sets his duffle down, locks up for the night, walks over to her and scoops her up into his arms. "You're back." She smiles and hugs him around the neck.
"Yes, Princess. I could not pass up an oppertunity to hold you close to me all night long. So I informed Father that I would be staying away from the Manor, packed and popped back as soon as I could. Father says that you are welcome anytime you want. He also wanted me to say Hi to you for him." Marc smirks and leans in for her lips. Without setting her down, he reaches down and grabs his duffle. He carries her into her bedroom and sets her down on the bed, before stowing the duffle on the other side, "his side".
Hermione gets up and goes into the bathroom to get ready for bed. Marc uses the time to change into his pjs. He is lying on top of the covers when she comes out. His eyes almost fall out of his head. Marcus sits up and groans. "Hermione, you look so beautiful, Baby." She crosses the bedroom clad in only a tiny black chemise and with her hair down.
When she gets within reach, Marcus hauls her up on the bed and straight into his arms. "You do know, now that I am here. I am going to do everything in my power to own a side of whatever bed you deem worthy of sleeping in." He kisses down her neck and across her collarbones. Marcus stops abruptly when he comes to the top of her whip scar.
Hermione had taken all her glamours off. This was the last test for him. If he can deal with all of her scars, and still think her worthy of being with, then when he asks, no matter how soon, Hermione will accept his proposal.
"Darling, what happened here?" He asks quietly, trying to keep his temper at the sight of her having been injured.
"In my fifth year, Harry, Ron, Ginny, Luna, Neville and I went to the Ministry's Department of Mysteries. There, we encountered the Death Eaters. Riddle had been trying to get Harry there all year. He wanted Harry to get the prophecy for him. It smashed during the battle with them. The Order of the Pheniox came to help. Sirius almost fell in the veil. Luckily, he looked behind him and jumped away from it.
I had silenced Anton Dolaholv, that was my mistake, and I paid dearly for it. He was able to do silent magic. He cast a fire whip at me and it cut me from my collarbone to my opposite hip."
Marcus immediatly peels the chemise from her to see the scar in it's entirety. He starts at her collarbone and laves the whole thing down to her hip and back up again. On the way back up, he sees her arm and grumbles asking what was the story with that one.
"During the war, Harry, Ron and I were on the lam for most of a year. We were caught about two months before the ending battle. The snatchers brought us to Malfoy Manor. Draco tried to cover for us, but Belletrix went off the deep end at the sight of the Gryffindor sword. It was supposed to be in her vault. She started screaming, asking what else did we take. Soon it was figured out that I was a "Mudblood", and she decided to get the infomation out of me, because she wouldn't have to spill decent blood to do it.
She carved this into my arm, kicked me in the lower abdomen and crucioed me for an hour and half straight. The whole time, Feneir was drooling over me like a freshly killed deer or something. Dobby, Harry's friend/elf, saved us by popping us out of there, but Bellatrix threw a dagger as we popped away and it got him in the heart.
During the last battle, Molly killed Belletrix, Remus and Sirius teamed up and took out Greyback and I took out Anton, while Harry and Riddle battled. Professor Snape died a hero, and Harry made sure that he would be remembered as one."
Hermione looks at Marcus and waits for the man to jump out of her bed and say it is all too much. He just licks each letter and raises his head to look back at her. "You are so brave, Hermione. Not only are you a smart and caring individual, but you are my personal battle goddess." He leans up and kisses around her face, knowing that he passed the test. Though he is upset that she had to go through that, he is happy that she shared it with him. It makes their bond even stronger and he wants it to be as tight as it can be.
Marcus doesn't stop with her face. Now that she is only wearing her tiny French cut panties he has some work to get done. Mostly, lavishing all his attention on her body, which is now cradling him and driving him crazy. He strains against the almost need to shed his pants and her underwear and just go for it all. It needs to be her decision.
Instead, he decides to just pay attention to her breasts. He didn't have the time to get better aquianted this afternoon, seeing as he wanted to get her off, quickly. He savored the memory of that experience the rest of the day. Adrian had asked him a couple times what the crazy grin was for, but even he isn't that much of a bastard as to torture his best friend, who is trying his best to get over Marcus' girlfriend, with the intimate details of his and Hermione's bedroom (office) details.
Hermione's head rolls back as her hands come up to hold his head to her, as he sucks, licks and nibbles around her nipples and the underside of her breasts. His hands are constantly moving, stroking her whole body in long sweeping measures. His hips nestle against hers and start rolling into her, making her long for him to remove the barriers. He wraps his arms under her shoulders and comes back up to kiss her mouth, jaw and behind her ear. He has his whole body lined up with hers. "If you would let me, I would spend the whole night, every night, with you wrapped tightly in my arms." He whispers in her ear, before moaning as Hermione had finally been able to sink a hand between them and into his pants.
She smiles at his reaction to her touch. He really likes me touching him. She watches as Marcus' eyes roll back in his head as she lightly glides her fingers around the base of his penis and his sac. When he comes back to reality, he bucks into her hand and hangs onto her hips. Hermione traces upward, along his ridged abdomen, hard pectorals and over his large bisceps. Her lips and tongue follow as she reaches around his ribs and strokes down his back to his rear end. He bucks again when Hermione squeezes. By this time his erection had started to really peak out of his fly and he is rubbing against her wet panties, making them even more so with each meeting.
He is a bit concerned, because his earlier playing with her proved to him that she is very tight inside and with his family's "secret" it might hurt her too much when he finally enters her. He needs to prepare her even more so than anyone else would need.
Marcus sneaks a finger under the side of her panties and into her soaking passage, she moans in pleasure and arches in his arms. Hermione knows where they are hurtling towards and for once she doesn't care for the life of her. She has been through her first love cheating on her, her first lover leaving because she didn't share enough of her life with him. She can handle her second lover leaving if he does.
Little does she know, Marcus has been wanting a chance with her since she started at the Ministry and after falling so hard for her, he never plans to leave her or cheat. He knows he has the best thing possible for him in his arms.
Hermione is brought back to the moment when Marc strips her panties off of her and replaces his finger with his tongue, pumping it in and out of her like he would with his dick. He moans when she goes over from the action and licks up everything before working two fingers into her, She can feel him trying to stretch her out for him. His moving fingers set her off again, This was the reason that Todd stayed the three months that he did. She was super easy to get off. Marcus is finding this out and absolutely loving every single minute of it.
Marcus leans up and looks into her eyes. "What we do is up to you, darling. I will never force you to do anything." He tells her and strokes her hair back. Hermione raises her legs and after using her hands to get them over his erection, pushes his pants down his legs. Marc lays a hand on her belly and places a contraception charm on her. "Not until we are ready for them. When you tell me we are, I will give you as many babies as you want to bear me." He swears into her ear and opens her wider.
Hermione runs her fingers over the engorged member bobbing out from his hips, straining to meet up with her. She smirks at him and starts stroking him. Marcus' back arches at the sensation of her jerking him off. It just feels too damned good; her little hands gliding up and down his shaft. Hermione can tell he is close, so she lines him up with her entrance and keeps pumping, while holding herself open. Marcus groans and comes all over her clit, and inner lips.
He leans back, watching her rub his come around her little nub. He has never seen anything more erotic, that he gets turned on again just by seeing that and the sight of his come dripping down the tiny inner lips around her vagina almost has him wanting to come again. He lines up and tells her that he'll help her with this and taps her clit lightly with his tip making it wet with his pre-cum. He watches her closely and just when she is about to come he enters her, pushing into her tight vagina. Hermione moans at the feeling of him filling her with his girth. Marcus pushes in as far as he can, before she tightens around him and soaks his cock.
"Hey there Princess, I haven't even started making love to you." He smiles and whispers to her in a happy voice.
"I know, it just feels so damned good." She moans and rolls her hips. Marc pulls out a bit and pushes the rest of the way. Hermione cries out in pleasure as he groans. He has never found a woman that could take all of him, granted he has only been with two other women. Her muscles cradle his entire length and after a breath, he starts to move. He pulls Hermione up and holds her still as he slowly pumps in and out of her, feeling her wet pussy take him time and time again. "You're getting wetter, Hermione. It that all for me and my cock? Huh Baby, you like my dick deep inside you don't you?" He whispers and keeps thrusting slowly into her trembling passage. She just whimpers in response. She is far too into the pleasure of his making.