Samael grinned. "I hadn't noticed."
Lucifer watched her poke at her other breast and wiped one hand over his face. "Do you want to put on some clothes?"
"Don't put on anything that you have pull over your head," Samael said. "It'll mess up your hair later."
Hermione looked at Lucifer. "I only have T-shirts here. Can I wear one of your shirts?"
He nodded. "You may."
She studied him for a second. "Could I have the one you're wearing now? You're taking it off, aren't you?"
Lucifer arched an eyebrow. "I suppose."
While Lucifer went back to the bed and started to unbutton his shirt, Samael went to the extra bedroom and got the chair they kept in there.
When he got back, Hermione was sitting up and watching Lucifer as if he were the night's entertainment.
Samael smirked to himself and sat in the chair, waiting for her to stop ogling the Naked Devil.
Lucifer handed his shirt over to Hermione, and she smiled happily and slipped it on.
It was far too big for her, and he looked on in amusement as she pulled it around herself as if she were trying on a fur coat.
The sleeves completely covered her hands, so he took her arm and rolled them up for her.
"Thank you," she said, sniffing the collar. "Mmm . . . Luc-y."
Lucifer kissed her cheek and went to the wardrobe to get the clothes he selected for that night. "If you're feeling better, go sit in the chair so Samael can help you. Be good, all right?"
Hermione nodded and slid off the bed, twisting and turning in front of Samael as though showing off a new dress. "Think I should wear this tonight?"
Samael shook his head and smiled.
"No." Lucifer closed the door behind him, and Samael corralled her into the chair. "I brought you something to wear."
"You did?" She glanced at the box. "It's not made of rubber or anything, is it?"
He smirked. "No. Sit still. I'll start on your hair."
She pulled up her feet and watched Samael unscrew the jar as he read the directions on the side.
"Apply potion to entire scalp and wait until hair relaxes then brush through. May require additional applications," he read. "Have you done this before?"
"Yes."
"How many times did you have to put it on?"
"Three."
"Okay, let's get started."
He stood behind her and rubbed some of the potion onto his hands then carded his fingers through her hair, massaging it into her scalp. "How long do we have to wait once it's on?"
She shrugged. "A few minutes."
"So," he said conversationally, "what have you been doing today?"
She covered her giggle with one hand. "Mostly getting in Lucifer's hair. I feel bad. I can't stop talking."
"Then you'd better make it up to him tonight," Samael said, scooping out more potion. "You're going to be the sexiest girl there when I'm through with you."
"Thank you, Samael," she said in a quiet voice. "I'm so nervous."
"Lucifer's not going to let anything happen to you."
"I know. But I'm still nervous. What if I mess up? What if I say something wrong?"
"You won't. You're too careful."
"What if he asks me to do something and I'm too scared to do it?"
"I don't think he's going to force you."
Hermione grinned. "I have faded cane lines on my bum. I like them."
Samael smirked. "I got that impression. And they suit you, but that's not the look I'm going for."
Her hair was already starting to go straight in some places. "You do own a brush, don't you?" he asked doubtfully.
Hermione smiled and rolled her eyes. "Yes. It's in that little bag by the wardrobe."
Samael dug around in the bag, getting slightly lost in its depths before he found her brush.
The first pass didn't go well; her head pulled back with the tangle, and she grabbed her hair with both hands, possibly in an effort to keep it attached to her scalp.
"Ow! Stop. You have to start from the bottom and work your way up."
He pulled the brush out with a muttered "sorry" and started down at the ends.
Her hair looked a bit more like straw than hair, but he hoped a couple more applications would resolve that.
"Everything all right in there?" Lucifer called from the hallway.
"Yes," Samael answered. "Just hit a snarl. Don't come in. I don't want you to see her till we're done."
"Are you really all right, Hermione?"
"Yes, Lucifer. I'm fine."
"I'll be downstairs when you're finished."
"Okay."
Hermione tipped back her head to grin at Samael. "He's worried about me."
Samael smirked down at her. "You're a troubling girl."
Hermione sat quietly while Samael worked.
It took another two applications of Sleekeazy's, but then her hair was smooth as glass.
Samael walked around her, studying her from every angle.
He went back, pulling and twisting her hair, then he made her hold the pins for him as he jabbed them into place.
After he'd used about a thousand pins, he walked around her again, nodding slowly. "Yes. Good. I want to see it with the mask. Go open your present."
When Hermione lifted the lid, she found blood red tissue paper obscuring what lay inside.
Folding it back, her eyes went wide.
On top rested a black, incredibly expensive-looking basque.
Gold and silver crystals dotted the bodice like stars in the night sky.
She ran one finger over it in wonder. "This is beautiful, Samael. But . . . it's too expensive. I can't accept this."
"You have to. You have nothing else to wear, and I know you don't want to go naked. Besides, it's my money, and I'll do as I please with it. There's more. Keep going."
Hermione lifted the basque and held it in front of herself, imagining how it would look.
She set it on the bed and removed the next layer of tissue paper, uncovering a pair of black knickers with ruffles on the back.
She grinned. "I love them."
"I thought you might."
A pair of thigh-high stockings were next to them, and she ran her finger over one. Silk.
"The basque has places where you can attach suspenders, but I thought you might want to be able to take your knickers on and off without taking off the stockings, so I got you charmed ones that stay up on their own. But the suspenders are in there if either of you are into that."
She didn't know what to say.
Forgoing words, she wrapped him in a bear-hug that almost knocked him down.
Samael grabbed hold of the bedpost to steady himself then put one arm around her. "Bloody hell, Granger. Don't give me any bruises before you leave."
Hermione smiled and pulled away. "This is perfect."
"I got you shoes too," he said, waving her off. "Didn't know your size, so they're charmed to adjust when you put them on. Keep going. There's one more thing."
She uncovered the shoes, stroking the velvety material, then she spotted something else wrapped in tissue paper.
Unfolding it, she found a Venetian half-mask almost completely covered in the same gold and silver crystals as the basque.
The black background showed through in delicate curlicues where the crystals didn't cover.
"It's gorgeous," she whispered.
No one would recognize her with her hair different and the mask covering half her face. (Just a security measure)
"It's also charmed. It stays on with a spell, Apporre, and only you can take it off."
"Brilliant," she whispered.
"Yes. I am."
She smiled and got out of Lucifer's shirt as fast as she could. "I want to see how it looks."
He smiled and sat in the chair, watching as she pulled on the knickers over her partially-healed bum then tried to look over her shoulder at the ruffled back.
The stockings came next, and he told her the incantation to lock them in place.
When she stepped into the shoes, they came to life and moulded around her feet.
Samael went over and helped her with the basque.
It was very low-cut but covered her nipples and squished up her breasts in an appealing way.
"May I?" Samael asked, indicating her chest.
Hermione nodded, and he shoved his hand down the top and readjusted both breasts so she had even more cleavage.
He walked around her again and nodded. "Put on the mask."
She held it up and whispered, "Apporre." The mask sealed around the upper half of her face.
Samael smiled. "Excellent." Looking around, he rolled his eyes. "Don't people have a mirror in here?"
"No. There's one in the bathroom."
"All right, go look."
Hermione clicked across the hall and closed the door to access mirror on its reverse.
She didn't recognize herself. Very sexy. It was easily the most flattering thing she'd ever had on.
Turning around, she inspected her bum and ran her hand over the ruffles.
Samael had an expectant look on his face when she came back into the hallway. "Ready to show Lucifer?"
Smiling, she nodded.
Going down the stairs was tricky in heels; she held the handrail in a death grip.
Booking one entire side of the hotel that gives the exact feeling of a House with such intricate design was really out of her budget.
It feels like she almost bought a new home!
Samael strolled out and found the older man sitting at the kitchen table reading the Italy Times.
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