A/N: Hello everyone! Sorry about the delay, but I'm in Texas, so its been crazy here with the storms and then getting water and power restored. Not just for me, but for my folks as well, sheesh, its been crazy here.
Anyway, I really loved getting to see Severus in that last chapter. He's so fun to write with his snark, his sense of humor, all of it. His parting comment about Hermione and Lucius calling him a wanker afterward had me in stitches.
Now, I want to start by saying, please do not take offense to anything pertaining to Hermione's thoughts. She is still rather naive about sex and what is deemed acceptable, at least acceptable in her mind. Especially with only having had one lover thus far. Blame Hermione's mother, or Ron, just not me. I know I wrote it, but I'm trying to show her naivety in such things.
One last thought. The F bomb goes flying in this chapter, so if this bothers anyone...I'm sorry and you've been warned.
Special Thanks: To TabiPrewett, my very awesome beta. I appreciate all of your efforts on making this story read as well as it does. Thank you too for letting me bounce all my thoughts and ideas off of you.
Chapter 16
Hermione woke, feeling warm and comfortable. The bed she was sleeping on was soft and she felt something warm pressed to her front and her pillow was equally warm. Though, not as soft as the rest of the bed, but she felt too content to worry about any of it. Instead, she snuggled deeper into her pillow, but a scent was tickling her nose. A scent that wasn't supposed to be in her room, not even her borrowed room.
Hermione swore she smelled Lucius on her pillow, which made her smile. She really liked how he smelled. She had never smelled anyone whose scent was as utterly mouthwatering as his was.
However, it was his scent that drew her attention again, started making her fuzzy brain whirl back to life. His scent shouldn't be in here. Especially on my pillow. He had only been in her room twice since she had been staying in it and never had he gone near her bed. Even if he had slept in this room prior to her being there, the elves would have washed the bedding before now, so the scent shouldn't be lingering any longer.
Hermione shifted slightly and that was when she felt an arm around her, with a hand resting on her waist. Her leg went to move, but she realized it was tangled with a leg that didn't belong to her. Cracking an eye open, she saw pale skin slowly moving up and down. Opening her other eye, she realized it was a chest, moving with each breath that filled the owner's lungs.
Turning her head to look up, though she had a feeling on what she'd see, she saw that Lucius was the one she was in bed with. Her chest pressed against his side, and her pelvis was against his hip. He was on his back with his arm around her, as she used his chest and shoulder as her pillow. Plus, her leg was thrown over him, while her foot was tangled with his. One of her hands rested on his chest as his other hand laid over it, holding it in place.
Hermione swallowed as she took his sleeping features. What the hell happened? Why am I in bed in with him?
Hermione glanced down, silently thanking anyone who was listening that while his chest was bare, she was dressed in her pajamas. Maybe that means he has pajamas on too. She definitely hoped this was true.
Hermione continued to lay as she was, part of her afraid to move too much and risk waking him, though she knew she needed to climb out of bed. The other part didn't want to move at all, still content to be laying as she was snuggled against him. Neither side of her brain was speaking to the other, so she stayed conflicted, but not really focused on it at all.
Hermione was trying to piece together the events leading up to her waking up in his bed and in his arms. However, she was drawing a blank initially.
Hermione remembered him rescuing her from Lavender's snide comments about her not having a date. She remembered flirting with him while dancing with him. She remembered him staying by her side just about all night, being sweet by getting her away from anyone making her uncomfortable. Remembering that part made her smile slightly.
Hermione bit her lip as her smile faded. She remembered the toast Lavender made, as ridiculous as it was. Even remembered speaking to some young witches as they gossiped. Finding their stories amusing.
Lucius came back to her while she chatted, she did remember that. They danced again. Her lips curving once again at thinking that he was a very good dancer. Then, he said he wanted to leave, but she wanted to talk to Kingsley first. So far so good.
Hermione frowned slightly as she tried to recall the rest. They went to leave and ran into the acquaintance of Lucius' that gave a sleezy comment about why the blond man was so anxious to leave with her. Bloody prat, she thought. The floo was busy and Lucius hadn't wanted to wait, so they apparated. To his bedroom. She realized as her frown grew more.
It took her a bit to get any farther after that. She remembered ranting at him for trying to get her to sleep with him, and she remembered his words back to her. She rolled her eyes at herself and for what she'd said. She had no clue what made her even think he'd do that. Making a mental note to apologize again for jumping to the wrong conclusion.
Only, she drew a blank again. She tried to think a bit harder and her eyes grew wide at remembering admitting that she had wanted him and even going so far as to try to kiss him. But…he pushed me away. Confused all over again. Why would he do that? He had just admitted to wanting me too.
It took Hermione a moment before she recalled him telling her about a lust potion. Explaining that Lavender had put it in her drink. She recalled any warm feeling towards him leaving her instantly.
Anger filled her as she recalled everything he said about Lavender. I'm going to hex the hell out of that witch when I see her next. She thought. Wait...had the desire I felt prior been because of the potion already? She didn't know.
Hermione had wanted him when he kissed her both in his office and the dining room. Last night, all the soft and warm feeling she'd had towards him at the party, had that just been the potion? The thought of what she'd felt being fake saddened her briefly.
Then, she remembered suddenly all the things she'd done after he tried to comfort her. The kissing, the touching, the bold way she kept going back when he tried to push her away.
All but tearing his shirt open, still trying to persuade him to make love to her even as he fought his own desire. Everything he'd said to her about how he wanted her, but not while under a potion, all of it came flooding back.
Hermione cheeks started to heat at remembering that she had taken off her dress in front of him. Oh god. What must he think of me? She thought before she remembered more. The raw desire in his eyes as he'd looked at her. Starting at her feet and working his way up slowly. Remembering how he'd looked at her made her swallow nervously as she tried to finish piecing everything together.
Hermione didn't remember anyone looking at her like that before, ever. Though the only person that wasn't dorm mates to see her naked, had been Ron. He'd never stared at her like he wanted to just...devour her.
Lucius had practically done just that after meeting her halfway. His hands and mouth had been everywhere after he carried her to bed.
Hermione wasn't sure she wanted to remember anymore as her cheeks burned at how she'd acted. She remembered feeling his erection and pressing herself harder against it. Felt him pressing back. If he took her to bed with her acting like that, she must have slept with him. She wouldn't have blamed him either, he'd tried to stop her, and she had just kept pushing him to take her.
Why am I dressed now? She wondered. While wondering, she had a flash of memory of him pulling her hands over her head while kissing her still. It was the memory of the ropes winding around her wrists that made her gasp as her face turned beet red.
Hermione didn't want to remember anymore. She forced her brain to push everything else away. She must have let him tie her to the bed and shag the hell out her. She knew it had to be true.
It didn't matter why she was dressed now. There was no other reason that she could think of for him tying her wrists. I acted like a total slag and let him...She couldn't finish the thought.
Hermione pulled her hand out from under his and used it to cover her face. Her cheeks were on fire as she wondered how she'd ever face him again.
Hermione had never let Ron do that to her, not that he'd tried either. She'd never wanted to be bound and shagged before. She could only imagine the type of women that would want that done to them. That would allow themselves to be treated so horribly, like they were cheap floozies. She wasn't like that. Her mother had raised her right. Telling her what was acceptable and what wasn't. Letting some man tie her up to have sex with her wasn't right or acceptable.
"As entertaining as it has been to watch all the different emotions crossing your face, while you tap your finger in thought..." Lucius said, making her cringe at having to face him now that he was awake. "...I can't help but wonder which thought exactly has you hiding your face in shame."
Hermione went to pull away, but his arm around her tightened, not letting her get away. "I think not, my dear. Not until you talk to me and tell me why you're hiding your face."
Hermione huffed out a breath. "First off, I need to use the loo. I'd rather not have any more embarrassment this morning, if you don't mind."
Lucius eased his grip and let her go. She all but flew out of the bed as soon as she could get away. He highly doubted that her need for the loo was greater than her need to get away from him for a few moments.
Lucius picked up his wand from the nightstand beside him, using it to ward all exits so she couldn't try to escape when he took his turn after her. The doors would only open to his hand. Also adding in a one-way silencing spell, just in case either started to shout. No need for Draco to overhear Hermione in his bedroom and start asking questions none involved was ready for. Especially before Lucius even had a cup of coffee.
Lucius saw movement from the floor, and it drew his gaze. Hermione's handbag lifted slightly in the air a few moments later and then it vanished, making him smirk as he realized she had called for her wand. Bringing the whole bag with her since it was trapped inside.
Finally, Hermione emerged, with her hair tamed and her makeup removed. She'd taken a few moments to clean her teeth via magic. She hated doing it that way, but she would not have any kind of discussion while her breath reeked.
Lucius noticed she wouldn't meet his gaze and bit back a sigh. Getting up as well and telling her to make herself comfortable, he took his turn in the loo.
Hermione had seen him gesture towards the bed, his bed in his bedchamber she noticed, as he told her to get comfortable, but there was no way she was climbing back in that thing with him. She'd clearly already spent enough time in his bed already, probably doing all sorts of humiliating things while in it. Instead, she stared at anything, but the bed, slowly moving away until she bumped into his balcony door. Thinking that some fresh air would be nice, she reached for the handle only to have her hand fly away.
Lucius had obviously warded the door. Meaning he probably warded all the other ways for her to get out too. Hermione didn't know if he'd done it last night, so they had privacy during their debauchery, or this morning so she didn't escape. Damn man probably thought I'd try to run off while he was in the loo. She thought before sighing. He was probably right too.
Hermione glared at the bed before giving up, with another sigh, she walked towards it and sat down on it. It wasn't the bed's fault after all. It is Lavender's fault. She thought as she hid her face that was burning again, all while thinking of everything she'd remembered so far.
Lucius came out a few moments later. His hair neat and perfect as usual. He too had taken the time to clean his teeth. Though he didn't have any issues doing it with magic, it's how he'd always done it.
Seeing her sitting on the bed, face hiding in her hands again, he moved over and sat down next to her. Slipping his arm around her and pulling her gently against him, even though she held herself stiff.
"Are you going to tell me why you're hiding?" He asked, his voice calm and smooth as usual.
She shook her head no.
Lucius sighed. "I can't help you feel better, if I'm not sure what exactly you're the most upset about. I could feather a guess, but that could take all day and I don't know about you, but I would like some coffee sometime before dinner."
Hermione felt her lips twitch, but she refused to be charmed by him right now. "Is there any part about last night that I shouldn't be horrified about? Let's start with Lavender slipping me a mickey…"
Lucius frowned, before he interrupted her. "Slipping you a what?"
Hermione sat up and ran her finger through her hair. "Never mind, I'm not up for explaining mugglisms right now. She put a potion in my drink without me knowing. Then...after all the horrible things I said to you..."
Hermione shook her head again over that. "I'm sorry about that. I..."
Lucius cut her off a second time, though he didn't truly mean to keep doing so. "Hermione, that part isn't what I'm concerned about. I don't need or want another apology since you already gave me one last night."
Hermione cheeks began to burn brighter, and she went to hide her face again thinking he meant her behavior had been her apology.
Lucius frowned, before smirking as it dawned on him how she might have taken that. "I did mean verbally, of course." He said pulling her hands away from her face, so she'd look at him.
Hermione sighed. "I all but attacked you last night. Not verbally either. Even after you kept trying to tell me no I...God, Lucius, I was horrible." Closing her eyes against the shame.
Lucius pulled her back against him. "Hermione, you were anything, but horrible." Which simply made her groan in despair and he chuckled softly. "You didn't have any control due to the potion that was given to you. You were given much more than the recommended dosage too, if I heard correctly. Instead of just a few drops, you were given half the bottle. I didn't see the bottle, so I haven't any clue how potent a dosage of that size really was. From what I saw, I'd have to say it was very potent indeed."
Lucius turned her face up to his. "You have nothing to be ashamed of, Hermione."
Hermione looked at Lucius as all the feelings she was having, were just building inside her, one on top of one another. The anger growing larger as she thought of what Lavender had done to her. The shame that was increasing as she imagined more and more things that Lucius could have done to her, not to mention, the shame of her allowing such things when she'd been raised to know better. She even had the feelings of confusion thrown into the mixture, because Lucius kept trying to tell her there was nothing to be ashamed about. Especially, when she couldn't even begin to contemplate, how that was even remotely possible, with all the horrible things she was imagining that she'd done, running around in her head. All of those feelings were building until she felt ready to burst from it all.
Lucius didn't understand everything he was reading in her eyes. The rage and misery that she was feeling. The disappointment in herself that was clearly tearing her up inside. All of it became a giant blur of emotion reflected in the honey-colored pools of her eyes, and Lucius couldn't even begin to understand all he saw in them either.
Before he could attempt to decipher everything that was in her eyes, or even ask her what could possibly be going through her mind to cause such a look, Hermione jerked away from him. The action almost startling him with how upset she was. Lucius had been prepared for her anger, but not the sadness and anguish in her eyes.
"Nothing to be ashamed of?" Hermione cried, standing up and facing him, her hands shaking with her disgust with herself at what she remembered, or at least what she thought she remembered.
Lucius raised a brow at her. "Yes, nothing to be ashamed of."
Hermione laughed, though it held no humor. "Funny, acting like a complete whore tends make me think I should be ashamed."
Lucius stood as well, his own anger filling him. "You acted like no such thing, and I won't have you calling yourself that."
Hermione fists clenched, seeing the ropes in her mind's eyes wrap around her wrist, seeing herself tied to his bed. "I let you...I let you..." She couldn't say it. She had never used language like that before. She had cursed while angry, but never that word. Others might use it easily, but she didn't. However, that was the only word that clearly defined how she felt about what he'd done to her.
Lucius moved closer to her, his eyes narrowed. "You let me what?" His voice crisp and clear, enunciating each word properly in his anger.
Hermione took a deep breath and lifted her chin. "Let you tie me up and...f-f..." She took a breath, lips tightening as she tried again. "...fuck me like some common prostitute." Her breath heaving as she again blushed beet red at using such language, as well as what had happened.
Lucius stood there staring at her. His nostrils flaring was the only indication that he heard her. She stood staring back at him, her arms coming up to wrap around her middle.
The platinum haired man stood there for so long in silence, that when he finally spoke again, the sound made her jump slightly. "First off, I would never, and I mean never, just fuck you." He told her.
Hermione swallowed, her brows knitting slightly in confusion, but he went on before she said anything. "Second, you obviously don't remember everything, otherwise you wouldn't have just said that to me. Yes, I bound your wrists to the bed, but I tied your legs too."
Hermione's eyes closed, and her head started to lower, but his voice came again, louder now with his anger increasing with her again hanging her head in shame. "Would you please let me finish before you assume the worst, yet again."
Hermione met his gaze, though it was hard to do. Seeing the anger in his eyes made her just want to look away more.
Lucius sighed. "I bound your legs together to the foot of the bed." Again, she knitted her brow in confusion, but he went on. "Then, I pulled away from you. I only tied you to the bed, so you would stop coming at me and making it harder and harder not take what you so willingly offered. You are dressed because I got you that way, so I didn't have to keep seeing how wonderful you looked while naked and be tempted further."
Hermione frowned as the anger and shame inside her started to deflate. "We didn't...?" She asked softly, feeling hopeful that she hadn't acted like a total slag last night.
Lucius tilted his head, considering her. Her actions and words were starting to make him realize something about her that he hadn't really thought much of before now. "No, we did not." At her sigh of relief, he decided it was time to ask a question that he found himself wondering now. "How many lovers have you had, my dear?" Not that it really mattered to him, but he was curious.
Hermione blushed. "One." Her voice still soft.
Lucius nodded, having suspected as much. "How long has it been since you were intimate with your previous lover?" Suspecting too that if Weasley had been cheating on her, then the chances were that the pair hadn't been having sex for quite some time. Not that such matters were any excuse to cheat on your partner, in Lucius' mind, but he doubted Weasley had the fortitude to satisfy two women regularly. Assuming the daft boy could satisfy one woman at all, that is.
Hermione's blush deepened. "A while now, but I don't see what this has to do with what we are talking about."
Lucius moved closer to her, his anger fading now that she had calmed down and was willing to actually talk to him. Understanding, somewhat, why she'd been so upset before. Even if he didn't like how she dealt with it.
Lucius stopped right in front of her, making her have to tilt her head back to look in his eyes. His hand reached up and cupped her cheek, his voice calm once again. "Hermione, had I not been strong enough to pull away, had I made love to you like I desperately wanted to, you would know it without me even needing to tell you."
Hermione frowned more. "Why is that?" Is he trying to claim to be unforgettable in bed or something? Why are all men convinced they are the best shag ever? She wondered briefly with all the stories she'd heard over the years.
Lucius felt his lips curving, unable to help himself. This witch was so brilliant, but still so naïve at times. "My dear, any muscles that haven't been used in a while, would be quite sore from suddenly being thoroughly used again and again." He doubted he'd have been satisfied last night by only having her once. He already had a feeling that when he did finally get her into his bed, they wouldn't be getting much sleep while in it.
It took Hermione a moment, a moment where she was almost more confused than before, but then she understood, and she bit her lip, willing her cheeks not to flame this time. Feeling the heat burning in her face, she knew it was a lost cause. "Oh."
Lucius fought another smile at her single word along with the red tint to her cheeks. "Now would you like for me to tell you what really happened after I got you bound to my bed to keep to you safe?"
When Hermione nodded slowly, Lucius took her hand and led her back to bed. If he was going to tell this story, he was damn well going to be comfortable doing it. Now that she knew they hadn't slept together, she found she wasn't as leery of being near the bed with him.
Lucius settled himself so that he was comfortable, sitting up and leaning against the pillows that rested against the headboard. He pulled her with him, so she too was sitting up, but leaning against him with his arm around her. Both of them on the side she had slept on last night with him on edge of the bed.
Having seen how she reacted to what she did and what she thought she did, on top of how hard it was for her to say what she said to him, Lucius decided it might be best to leave out what all she had actually said to him last night. If she remembered on her own, he'd deal with that later. Lucius also knew, he wouldn't be mentioning that she had propositioned Severus either. A few times too.
"I eventually called Severus to help me. Now before you get upset at him for being here, I told him upfront that you have been slipped a potion. He needed to know which one it was before he could give you a counter-potion, which led us to going to your home to find Miss Brown and Mr. Weasley." Lucius said, stroking his hand down her side like he had last night.
Lucius was smart enough to leave out how they'd managed to get the floo open. The aristocrat doubted Hermione would take it well that Severus ordered her about like he was her sexual dominant and she was his submissive. Not a surprising concept for Snape. The potion's master had been known to dabble in such things after all. Nor did Lucius think she'd take it well that Severus had praised her as he might one of his subs. Hell, even Lucius didn't want to remember that, even though he was sure the praise was tame compared to what it would have been had she truly been the dark man's sub.
Hermione wanted to ask him questions, but after all the anger from her earlier statements, she decided it best to wait for him to finish first. She mentally smirked, See Severus, I have grown out of that phase. Mostly.
"We looked everywhere, but they weren't home and one of the portraits said they wouldn't return for the night. We came back and..." He decided to leave out what Severus said about simply shagging her since she was offering. "Severus mentioned a sleeping potion, a dreamless one to help you sleep. It was the best option we had without knowing what kind of lust potion it was."
Hermione's brow knitted, before looking at him as the memory came of her taking it. "You told me you'd ease it all for me if I drank the potion you held. I can't believe I didn't even ask what you were giving me. Then, you kissed me before I fell asleep."
Lucius nodded. "I let you sleep here, in case you needed anymore sleeping potion. Though, I did enjoy holding you in your sleep." He added with a small smirk.
Hermione shifted, turning to face him, sitting on the back of her legs to do so. Her eyes on his. "You could have done so much more than you did. Other than the binding part, I don't think I would have blamed you either. Though from what you said, you only did the binding to stop me."
Lucius sat up more. "You wouldn't have blamed me for taking you while under a potion?" A bit of disbelief in his voice.
Hermione shrugged. "I know I was angry and said…well…anyway, I don't think I could have rightfully been angry had it happened. You said no, many times, and tried to explain each time why we shouldn't." Her lips curved slightly as she remembered how he had looked at her. "A person can only say no so many times, before it becomes a yes. You were stronger and more respectful than I think anyone else would have been."
Lucius felt his lips curving with what popped into his mind. A smile on his lips, he pulled her into his lap to sit sideways, her bare feet almost dangling off the bed. "You're not under a potion now and I know for a fact I wouldn't tell you no this time."
Hermione smiled softly, a soft blush tinting her cheeks. "No, you probably wouldn't. Though, how would we know that me saying yes is all me, and not any lingering traces of the potion."
Lucius eyes skimmed over her face before meeting her gaze again. Seeing her eyes clear of any of the heat he'd seen last night was enough proof for him. "I'm willing to risk it. I behaved as best as I could last night, I believe I deserve a reward for that." A smile on his lips, though he would never expect her to give him anything she wasn't ready for.
Hermione's brow rose. "Do you? Well, I'm not sure stripping down for you would be the reward I might have in mind."
Lucius' smile grew. "What kind of reward did you have in mind then, my dear?"
Hermione pretended to think about it. "How about a kiss?"
Lucius hummed softly. "I might be convinced that a kiss would be sufficient enough. If it were a very good kiss." His hand sliding up and into her hair.
Hermione was already leaning towards him. "A very good kiss it will have to be then." Thinking that in some ways, this was almost like their first real kiss.
Their first actual kiss had been started due to an accident in his office. The second, due to him proving a point. His kiss at the party was to help convince Ron and Lavender that he was indeed her date. In his room last night, everything had been due to the potion.
This was the first time they both willingly planned and prepared to kiss. Almost like their first kiss in a way, though it was far from it.
Hermione's lashes fluttered closed as her lips touched his gently. Brushing one, twice, three times, before his tongue came out to run along the seam of her lips. Wanting entry that she gave willingly.
Hermione's hands were on Lucius' bare shoulders as he glided his tongue with hers. Keeping it soft and gentle. Her hands sliding across his pale, toned flesh, as his hand in her hair tightened slightly while the other found her waist. Helping her to shift and straddle him instead.
It wasn't long though before he changed the kiss, deepening it. His mouth more demanding on hers, and she met the demand and gave some of her own right back. His hand at her waist pulled her closer, as she wrapped her arms fully around his neck.
Lucius wanted her, but he would willingly wait until she was ready. That didn't mean he couldn't enjoy kissing her, maybe a bit of petting mixed in too.
Lucius broke from her lips, moving to her neck. He loved her neck. It just begged for his teeth to scrape against it. He had already left one small bite mark on her, and as he ran his tongue along that mark, she shivered. It was a little sore, but she found she liked him using his teeth on her.
Lucius switched sides, kissing down the other side before nipping lightly at her skin, a soft gasp slipping out from her. His hands moved to either side of her rib cage, both thumbs just under her breasts as he continued to nip and kiss at her neck.
Hermione arched against him, pressing her chest against his and then shifting again. She wanted him to touch her. He sensed what she wanted but held back, not wanting to lose control again and try to take more than she was ready to give.
"Lucius, please." She moaned out softly.
The sound so much like the ones from last night that he felt his arousal grow. "Please, what, my sweet?" Lucius asked against the fragrant skin of her neck.
Hermione's fingers dug into his naked shoulders as he nipped again at the tender flesh. "Touch me, please." Shifting her upper body against him once again.
Lucius' hands slid up to cup her breasts through her thin silky tank top as he brought his lips back up to meet hers. His tongue now warring with hers, as both were getting lost in their passion.
Lucius was about ready to roll her onto her back, but a knock at his bedroom door stopped him. Breaking from their kiss, both frowned at the intrusion as they stared at the closed door.
A quick wave of his hand pulled down the one way silencing spells he'd placed when he warded the door this morning. Once down, Lucius called out, his voice showing his impatience at being disturbed. "Yes?"
"Father, I need to speak to you about an important matter. May I come in?" Draco called from the other side of the closed door.
Lucius sighed, thinking he might just hex his son. This was the second time that boy had interrupted when he had Hermione, all but, melting in his lap. "Just a moment."
Hermione's eyes met his as the fog he was able to induce in her mind started to clear. Her voice low, so not to be heard through the door. "How do I escape without him knowing I was in here with you?"
Lucius' lips twitched in amusement, keeping his voice equally low. "Who said you get to leave? I wasn't done collecting my reward."
Hermione bit her lip to keep from laughing. "It will have to do for now."
Lucius leaned in and kissed her again softly. "For now."
Lucius helped her from the bed, and he walked with her to the balcony. She stopped at the door. "You expect me to hide on your balcony?"
Lucius chuckled softly. "I expect you to walk from my balcony door, into your room."
She stood staring, slightly surprised. "You share my balcony?"
He opened the glass door. "Actually, my dear, it is you who shares my balcony." He gave her a slight nudge to get her moving out the door.
A/N: I'm sorry to anyone offended by her thoughts on sex. I don't agree with her thoughts, but she's young, and hasn't had Lucius teach her that sex can be fun and playful. Nor has she had him teach her that there is no right or wrong between consenting adults when it comes to sex. He will, eventually, don't worry. =)
More coming soon, take care all and please leave me your thoughts.