Never the Twain Shall Meet (lemons)

"Marcus?" she asked a second time. It was starting to worry her; she thought he'd be happy she'd have her own place… kind of.

*** Inside the mind of Marcus.

Did she just say what I think she said? She's moving in with Draco formerly, Slytherin Sex God – title passed down from Pucey to Draco – and Blaise, for whom she had feelings and only stopped because a girl he shagged got pregnant.

Ok, let's go over facts:

Fact one: I like her; I'm attracted to her; I have yet to act on aforementioned attraction.

Fact two: She's still in school (for half a year); she seems to be attracted to me as well, but has yet to act on it.

Fact three: She suggested partnering with him and Pucey; business and pleasure don't mix.

Fact four: If we married we would only have to worry about two names in the company title instead of three.

…Wait, scratch 'fact four' what the hell am I thinking… Marriage with a witch I haven't even kissed!

Ahem (mental throat clearing)

New Fact four: I'm teeth gnashingly jealous. I have the worst possessive streak; I want her to live with me and not with those pretty boys.

Fact four addendum: what if she likes said pretty boys more than me?

She's huffing, why is she huffing… oh right, waiting for some response.

*** Things about Marcus Hermione should know according to Pucey

Adrian sitting in a single chair in small interview room with white walls.

Interviewer: What should Miss Granger know about Marcus?

AP: He rarely reacts to surprises he considers not positive, with grace. She should expect anger in this situation (plays back scene when she tells him she's moving in with DM and BZ).

Interviewer: How should she respond to his anger?

AP: One of two ways, fight fire with fire, but don't walk away or coddle him.

Interviewer: Cue Marcus' reaction and let's see how HG responds.

"So what? now that Zabini's no longer a marriage prospect you've decided to be the witch on the side?" he snarled.

(oooooh – ouch that hurt. Comments from the peanut gallery.)

She gasped surprised by his sudden anger, "You're angry, because you think so little of me that you believe I would whore myself out to him… or maybe both of them. They are quite handsome." She scorned then continued, "I never thought one wizard was enough for me anyway. Such a contrast between them – light and dark – oh the fantasies I could dream!" she said her voice heavy with sarcasm and disappointment.

(Well done Miss Granger! – peanut gallery)

He cleared his throat, "That's not what I thought… well maybe a little, but it's not because I think little of you. I think… well… never mind."

"Marcus?" she said softly.

"yes." he responded his voice deep and soft.

"I'm home, Can we talk in person?" she asked.

"It's 11pm, princess." He said, but he was already getting out of bed and looking for his jeans.

"I know. You can apperate directly into my room."

He cleared his throat again. He needed some water.

"Ok. Ten minutes." He said and hung up.

The nanosecond after she hung up, she jumped out of bed like a woman on fire, scrambled around the room picking up clothes. She ran into the bathroom to brush her teeth and look in the mirror.

She performed a quick cleansing spell and checked the state of her pajamas – mint green boy shorts snugly fit around her thighs and bum and a white camisole with a matching mint green clover that read: Lucky Charm.

POP! Just in time, she thought.

He couldn't speak at first, he just stared at her. She was a vision. Her breasts were almost visible through the light top she was wearing, her nipples already pebbled.

He noticed her legs next, toned, sculpted, luscious. He wanted to trail kisses from her pretty pink toe nails to the apex of her thighs… and oh the things he wanted to do there…

She blushed, "Will you lay with me? We can talk." She said looking up at him with pretty doe eyes.

He nodded and kicked off his shoes.

She climbed under the covers and Marcus was certain she bent over unnecessarily showing him her firm round utterly delectable bum. He wanted to squeeze it with his hands and taste it with his tongue. He groaned quietly at the thought.

Once she was in bed she scooted over to make room for him. He sighed and climbed in as well. They got situated, awkwardly at first. Each had a pillow, lying on their backs, though their shoulders were touching, it was a bit tense.

She smiled suddenly and turned to face him, "Names for our company." She said and he smiled too.

After laughing and making silly suggestions, they found themselves quite close to each other.

He had his hand on her naked thigh under the covers; her leg was bent and leaning against his leg. It wasn't moving his hand was just resting there.

Her head was leaning into his shoulder and would turn to look up occasionally.

Her arm was wrapped around his arm – the same one resting on her thigh.

Their hands were both resting on his stomach, very close to each other, but not interlaced.

"Fluceyer" she suggested giggling quietly at the face he made.

"Puflinter." He suggested smiling triumphantly

"No way, that's so …"

"…Much better than yours?" he finished for her.

She wrinkled her nose at him and he leaned over to kiss it on impulse.

She just stared at him and he quickly opened his mouth to apologize, but she held up her hand, "No need, I was just surprised is all." She whispered.

Awkward silence.

"Marcus?"

He turned to look at her; it was dark, but the moon shining in through the window let in enough light to see the faint glow of red from her hair and a shadow of her face.

"Tell me how you would touch me." he could barely hear the last part, but heard he did.

He closed his eyes, this conversation was dangerous.

He swallowed; "Princess that's not a good idea…" he looked down at her.

She looked him in the eyes, "I trust you." she said and he had to swallow his groan.

This would be torturous for him.

"I would take care – go slowly." He started and felt her sigh and lay her head down near him.

Closing his eyes, he started talking to her, "I love the smell and feel of your hair, Hermione. I would run my fingers through it gently. As I reached the ends I would fist my hands and pull your head back and taste your soft lips." He swallowed and noticed with some satisfaction that she licked her lips and she had her eyes closed as well.

"I would want to see you. So I would stand back and bind your wrists so you couldn't get away." He paused to look for her reaction, the small smirk on her face told him to continue, "I would run my hands from your fingers to your breasts, taking each nipple and rolling them gently in-between my forefinger and my thumb. You would arch into my grasp and I would replace my fingers with my mouth." She sighed.

"I don't want to hurt you, but my teeth and tongue, nipping and laving your nipples would have you whimpering and moaning in pleasure.

You would have your legs parted to accommodate my larger body and I would be lying in between them. I can smell you, Hermione. So sweet.

As I moved downward I would leave wet kisses in my wake."
Her hand was now massaging his arm: clenching and unclenching. She had turned a little bringing his hand closer to her honey pot.

He could feel her thinly clad breasts against his bare arm.

"Go on." she said and softly moved her hips forward.

He closed his eyes and prayed for strength.

"I would reach your center, your heat and find you wet for me. It would make my mouth water." He was squeezing her thigh now urging her to continue gently rutting. Each time his finger reached the bottom of the shorts, and each time he maneuvered them to breech the fabric…. So close to her core.

"Your legs would be spread before me, parted to accept me; glistening in anticipation of me filling you."

"Will you lick me, Marcus? Will you taste me?" she asked softly.

"Yes, Princess, I will. My tongue will circle your clit…" as if his mind wanted to bring home the point to Hermione his finger on her thigh, started to move in circles with the flat of the tips of his fingers pressing slightly at the top of the circle.

"with the flat of my tongue I would lick back and forth until I felt you shake for me, call my name as you came. I would drink every drop of you until you couldn't take any more…"

That did it, she lifted her head and pulled him closer, bringing his lips to meet hers in a passionate kiss that had him tightening his grip in her hair.

"Touch me, Marcus, please." Her soft begging was his undoing, he growled and used both hands to gruffly pull her shorts off and spread her legs all without breaking the steamy kiss.

She moaned and panted at his rough treatment, but loved it just the same.

"Let me taste you, Hermione. Let me show you?" he half told half asked.

"Yes yes yes, Marcus, please."

He kissed her once again and pushed up her shirt to reveal her rosy nipples; taking one in his mouth he suckled her and nipped at her making her squirm and quietly call out in pain/pleasure.

He moved south and smelled her sweet scent permeate his nostrils… he groaned and moved closer.

She could feel the heat from his breath and thought she would go insane for wanting his mouth on her.

Finally, he pushed her legs up and around his shoulders held them there by the backs of her thighs.

She felt mildly exposed, but aroused at his attention.

She was beautiful; pink and wet and swollen.

He bit her thigh and kissed it better. He licked her labia and moved his tongue expertly around where she wanted it to be.

He pushed his tongue inside of her and she moaned pressing his head closer, "Yes yes." she cried.

He delved lower and tasted her backside. He gloried in the heady flavor and tasted again. He replaced his tongue with a finger and pushed inside her bum making her jump a little then push back seeking more pressure.

His tongue returned to her swollen nub, licking and licking and sucking, his finger pumping and her moaning, Marcus thought he was going to cum.

She was so responsive, more than any other witch he'd been with, most were cold fish. No matter how you pleasured them they would just wait for you to finish. There was no enthusiasm or passion.

Marcus and Pucey complained about it constantly… or they did.

Her legs trembled and he could feel small contractions around his finger, he knew she was going to cum soon and increased the pressure with his tongue.

A quick intake of breath from her and a whispered 'Marcus' a few times and he felt her fall apart under his oral ministrations.

Then surprised as he was, he rutted once against the mattress and came so hard he saw stars behind his eyes.

When she returned to earth, his face was resting between her still parted thighs – in fact his cheek was flat against her inner thigh, his nose very close to her center, his eyes closed.

She looked like she was going to object, but he shook his head just a little, "no, I like it here." He said happily.

Normally, she thought, she would feel uncomfortable with this, but with him she didn't. She decided to lay back and run her fingers through his hair instead.

"Marcus?"

"Hmmm" came the hum from between her legs.

"Aren't you?... I can…ummm" she didn't know how to say it.

"I came princess. You made me cum and you didn't even have to touch me." he said satisfied

She smiled at that and closed her eyes.

"Marcus?"

"Hmmm?"

"Are you angry that I'm moving in with Draco and Blaise?" she asked hesitantly

"No, Princess, I'm not mad. Just jealous." He admitted.

She smiled a giddy smile and hoped he didn't see it – he did and smiled to himself in response to hers, "Nothing to be jealous about, Marcus. They're just flat mates." She soothed.

He nodded, feeling better.

They drifted off to sleep – her with her legs spread and he with his nose in her quim and his face on her thigh.

Neither of them had ever slept so soundly.