Hermione scanned the local newspaper as Lucifer finished his coffee, a half-smile tilting the edges of her mouth.
It was nice.
Her bum was still red and sore from the day before, and she couldn't stop wiggling in her chair, remembering the feel of his hands all over her body.
He must have been equally fond of her red arse, because she'd woken up to find him kneading her glutes like dough.
He sure knew how to start her day off right.
Scanning the paper's black print, Hermione only gave the advertisements half a glance.
She was about to turn the page when she found the name of a nearby theatre. "Lucifer?"
"Hm?" He looked up from his sausages.
"There's a double feature at The Film Haus today. It's just a few blocks over. Do you want to go?"
Lucifer blinked, turning the suggestion over in his mind.
He hadn't been to a Muggle movie since years.
The thought of sitting in the dark with her was immediately appealing. "What's playing?"
"Two old black and white movies. It won't be crowded." Her half-smile curled to a grin. "We can sit in the back row and hold hands."
He smirked. Even wizards knew you didn't sit in the back row to hold hands.
Whatever scene she had playing in that busy brain of hers was bound to be worth the trip. "I'll go get our cloaks."
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On screen, Gene Tierney was befriending a ghostly Rex Harrison while, in the audience, Lucifer was slipping his arm around Hermione's shoulders.
For reasons both sentimental and practical, he wanted to keep her as close as possible.
He'd forgone his coat in an effort to blend in, but as luck would have it, that theatre was cold as Christmas; if he hadn't had her heated little body pressed to his, he might have fallen prey to hypothermia.
This feels far too humane for him.....
On the plus side, she was curled into him like a kitten, her chilled fingers burrowing into his lap for warmth.
If she got any closer to his cock, this outing was going to become the highlight of the coming week's wank sessions.
When the first movie ended, there was a ten minute intermission; and the small audience milled around, stretching and running off to the loos.
Hermione lifted her head from his shoulder and looked up at him. "Do you want some popcorn or something?"
He arched an eyebrow. "Or something."
Hermione smiled and shook her head. "Don't get us kicked out. I'm looking forward to the next film. Did you like the first one?"
"I did." He hadn't known what to expect, but it had been better than he'd anticipated. "Have you seen both of these before?"
"Oh, yes. Several times. I used to watch old movies on the telly with Dad."
He nodded.
Recalling this memory seemed to make her happy rather than sad. "When was the last time you came to the cinema like this?"
"It's been a long time. I used to come places like this when I was about six." She looked around. "It's always quiet. Cinemas like this one don't show the new stuff, just old classics and indie films that don't have a home anywhere else."
"Is this where you bring your boyfriend to test his sexual response in extreme temperatures?"
She laughed. "It is bloody freezing in here, isn't it?"
"I think my bollocks are lodged somewhere near my tailbone."
Hermione couldn't stop giggling after that. "I know, my nipples are about to crack like ice chips."
He pulled her in closer and put his nose to hers. "I can thaw those out for you."
"Your tongue might get stuck."
Lucifer smirked and looked around. "I don't think I can get away with melting them in my mouth. But when the lights go down, I might be able to . . . give you a hand."
Hermione grinned at him and kissed his nose. "What about my hands?"
He saw that devilish flicker in her eyes. "Gloves perhaps?"
She shook her head, sliding her hand into his hair, pulling him closer.
His lips touched hers, and she whispered, "It's warmer in your trousers."
Chuckling, he kissed her once. "Yes, I suppose it is. And you could do a search and rescue for my balls while you're in there."
Hermione nibbled on his lower lip. "If your hands get too cold, I'll let you keep them in my muff."
He snorted and leaned back, looking down at her grinning face. "I thought you didn't want to get kicked out."
She scanned the other patrons over his shoulder. "As long as we're quiet, no one will know."
"And I thought it was just me who was willing to disregard civility for sex."
Hermione pulled him back in, kissing him again as the lights flickered off and on, indicating the next movie was about to start. "Daring and bravery doesn't just win us House Cups."
"That might be. But, I'll have you know the Replica of a House Cup is currently in office at my penthouse."
She smiled and kissed him one last time. "Yeah? How long did it share your bed?"
He shook his head. "Just one night."
Hermione grinned and tapped his chest with her finger. "Don't lie."
"Two nights. But I had to dig it out of my liver at three in the morning. After that it stayed in my office."
"I promise not to ever gouge your liver in bed."
He smiled. "You're preferable to cold metal in every way."
The lights dimmed, and the murmur of voices faded in the dark.
Hermione curled back into him and put her hand on his thigh. "Thanks. You too."
The speakers roared with crackly sound as the movie started, and Lucifer slid his hand from her shoulder to her breast, brushing over her stiff nipple through her shirt.
Hermione smiled and squeezed his thigh.
They watched the start of the movie, but both of them were really concentrating on the other's reaction.
Lucifer traced all around her nipple, only touching the pointed tip at random intervals.
Her hand slowly climbed his thigh, her thumb drawing little circles on his leg as she neared her goal.
Her pinky was so close.
His dick was giving him constant updates on her proximity.
Hermione took her time. She waited until Raymond Massey and Peter Lorre were hiding the body in the window seat before she even let her fingers graze his erection.
She smiled to herself.
Her body might give away her state of arousal with oceans of cream, but his cock was the most blatant of thermometers; it was always ready to tell her when he'd reached the right temperature.
Currently the mercury had climbed so high he was about to dismantle his zipper.
She started to pump him through his clothes, giving herself rug burn on his wool trousers.
Lucifer pinched her nipple, lightly at first; but he wasn't letting go until she opened his trousers.
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