Hermione's eyes darkened in annoyance.
"'Hardly." She tried to maintain that expression as Lucifer's hands drifted more, skirting over the thin fabric of dress and up her spine.
He pulled her slowly against him, giving time to refuse, and Hermione was almost positive that he could feel her heart practically pounding through her chest.
'Was that nerves? Fear? Excitement?'
"What if someone sees us?" She asked, intentionally dragging her eyes away from Lucifer's face to glance over his shoulder.
They were mostly hidden, pressed between side of the house and the shadow of parked car, but it was still not nearly private enough for Hermione's liking.
"That's kind of the point, isn't it?" Lucifer smirked, the very picture of seductive sin. He lowered his face and dragged his nose along her cheek. He felt her shiver beneath him. "They're going to talk anyways, so might as well give something to brag about."
Hermione's eyes fluttered closed, glad that he could no longer see her expression as he moved his face toward her neck. She could feel breath against her skin. "And what do you suggest we do?"
"I'm sure you're familiar with game 'Seven Minutes' in Heaven?" Then asked, voice whisper against her ear.
Shivering, she cleared her throat before responding. "I'm familiar with the basics, yes. But you have nerve to make me sound like a pervert in front of Mum and now doing this."
Lucifer rolled eyes, his hands tightening on her hips. "Watch your tone, girl. We could get same effect with you on your knees, if you'd prefer. Messy hair, lips and all that."
Hermione's jaw dropped, her eyes widening. She pushed his head back so she could scowl.
Despite her look of indignation, Lucifer could see her pupils dilate slightly. "You'd like that, wouldn't you? To put an end to your ceaseless prattling... so we can get on with this blasted get together in secret?" he asked, his tone dry and without remorse.
"Yes, yes I would." She huffed. "Just kiss me."
"Quite the invitation. Is this how you intend to woo me?"
"This was 'your' idea!"
"And I don't make it a habit to kiss unwilling girls." Lucifer raised his eyebrows.
"You're impossible!" Hermione growled. "I am willing!" And as if to prove her point, she tugged sharply on the lapels of Lucifer's jacket right as she tilted her head forward.
He barely had time to process what was happening before he felt the firm insistence of Hermione's lips against his own. Not one to be out done, Lucifer immediately deepened the kiss, leaning his head to the side to get a better angle.
Her hands slid toward the back of his neck on their own accord, eagerly pulling him down by hair to get closer to him.
She nipped lightly at his mouth.
Lucifer growled at Hermione's actions, feeling the tentative swirl of her tongue against his own. His hands shifted lower to hem of her pajamas.
He played lightly with the exposed skin there, noticing how her breath hitched when he smoothed along the back of her thighs.
She teetered dangerously on her foot, and he pushed her further against the house to hold her steady.
His hands gripped her legs tightly, most likely leaving finger-shaped bruises. Partially hidden by the car parked in the driveway, Hermione felt the rest of the world slip away.
All she was aware of was Lucifer's hands and mouth and lips, the way he kissed down her neck.
Her mind reeled as she felt his tongue lathe gently at the skin of her pulse point. An involuntary moan slipped past her lips as he sucked sharply, drawing the blood to the surface of her skin and leaving a tiny bruise.
Hearing her moan sent Lucifer into a spiral, and snapped his hips forward to grind into her.
He was rewarded with another deep moan, and her head slumped back toward the house with a soft thud.
While his mouth was busy, those hands kept wandering, brushing over her legs and toying with hem of her loose clothes. Hermione's mouth went dry as she felt him inch the fabric higher, meticulous hands drawing circles on the smooth back of her thighs.
She didn't even notice when one of his hands suddenly shot out to side until she heard him throw up a 'wandless' shield charm around them. A spell bounced off barrier and went careening into the car.
Hermione heard somebody nearby gasp before a female voice groaned out loud, "Oh, God."
Lowering the leg that had been wrapped around Lucifer— 'how did that happen?!'--- She peered down the path, looking at the shell-shocked face of her mother.
"Hermione Jane Granger, I am down right furious with you!"
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