A/N: For my lovely, beautiful Mistress, Her Majesty Gamma, as part of the Monthly Drabble Exchange on hpfc.
His hands are rough as they grip her shoulders, pinning her against the wall. Narcissa's breath hitches as she tries to remember the last time Lucius has touched her the way Rodolphus is now.
"Lucius?" she gasps, remembering husband, remembering how very wrong what she's doing is.
Rodolphus presses a bruising kiss to her lips, one hand leaving her shoulder, fingers tangling in her hair. "Lucius will never know," he breathes, lips moving to her neck.
And Narcissa knows that she should stop. She has a husband, a duty, family honor to think of.
But Rodolphus' hand slides up her thighs, fingers slipping into the elastic of her knickers, and she can't remember why those things are important anymore.
..
She can still smell Rodolphus on her when changes into her nightgown and falls into bed. His scent seems to cling to her skin- sweat and desperation and desire.
Lucius looks over at her. "Have you changed perfumes?" he asks.
Narcissa smiles to herself. "Yes."
He shakes his head with a shrug before laying back and closing his eyes. "I don't like it."
"Well, I wouldn't think you would."