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The Lover

The two kissed each other hungrily, as they rolled around on the bed. As soon as Hermione was on the top again, she sat up and yanked off her top along with her bra.

"This is a mistake," the man growled, as he too sat up with her in his lap. He pulled his own shirt off and wrapped his arms around the woman with him.

"No," she told him, as she peppered his face with kisses and love bites. "It…" Kiss. "…is…" Kiss. "…not." She paused, wrapping her arms up under his own arms and pulled him all the closer to herself. "You said the very same the last time and I proved you wrong, didn't I?"

A slow smile came to his lips. "You might have." His muscular arms went around her, his right hand sliding up and down her spine. But then the grin fled, as he whispered, "I'm not good."

"I'm not looking for an angel or saint in my bed," she told him. Tracing a rune on his shoulder absently, she added quietly, "Because that would be weird."

That gained her a crack of genuine laughter, before he was nuzzling her neck, ear, and temple.

"I've done wrong," he said, his voice hoarse.

"Are you trying to fix it?" she inquired.

"Every single day," he told her, his voice addiment as he said so.

"Then that's enough. You're only human. We can only work on what we can in any given moment." She thought that over. "Maybe I should make a popup stand with a t-shirt saying that. I think I would be well off after a month, don't you?"

He didn't say anything, but let out a hiss when she nipped his ear lobe.

"Really? Nothing?"

"Listen," he said, setting her back slightly. "I think whatever you do will be a success." He kissed her lips light. "That's a fact. But I don't know a damn thing about selling things. I don't get why you are asking me…"

"Emotional support," she said, cutting him off. She even went so far as to move away from him. "We are more than our sex!" She started getting dressed. "I support you no matter what." Stopping, she looked over to him. "Is what we're doing just sex to you? Was I wrong in thinking that we're more than sex buddies?"

He would have said something to get her to be away from him. To find a better man, he told himself. But the very moment he saw the tears dripping down her face, it tore at his heart in a way he didn't think possible.

He got up, going over to her. Scooping her up, he carried her back over to the bed. Kissing away the tears, he whispered, "You're far more important to me than you'll ever know."

"Oh James," she whispered. "What am I going to do with you?" There was a pause followed by, "Other than sex that is."

He smiled, as he pulled her into a deep, hot kiss that had them both crumbling back to the bed.

TBC…

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