My response to round one of the Word Limit Competition at HPCF. It had to be under 500 words (this is 497) and use the prompt Breathe In, Breathe Out. Lucius was very insistent about this idea.
Lucius knew he was a proper and proud pureblood gentleman. He respected his blood line and treated others as they deserved depending on who they were: Fellow pureblood men, mudbloods, halfbloods, and pureblood woman. The later could always be divided into categories; there were those who were only good to warm his bed and there were others who could be worthy of more.
As a Malfoy, Lucius always knew he would have to marry. That was never an issue. He was just particular on who was a possibility based on an extensive list of requirements; including their blood status, their beauty and their appropriate behaviour.
Narcissa fit all of those requirements.
For more than a year, they had courted with complete propriety; she had rested on his arm at society events, they had gone to dinner and, the furthest they had progressed, was passionate kisses. Narcissa was the woman who would be his wife. In the meantime, other woman could entertain him. He was sure about that.
At least he had been.
Returning from an evening of fine dining and a few glasses of wine, he had invited Narcissa inside his manor. It had not seemed to be an issue with his mother home and the door to the sitting room wide open.
A year of playing the charming proper gentleman was taking its toll of Lucius. Taking a steady sip of wine, Lucius listened politely as Narcissa spoke about her mother's plans for a party while he feigned attention and attempted to remain composed.
Sitting close together on the lounge, every time Lucius moved he brushed against her smooth skin goose pimples appeared over his skin as he focused on her face rather than the gown she wore. It was demure compared to what others would be seen it, but it still dipped around her bust and the more wine he drank the more obvious it became.
He attempted to ignore it but, as he stared at her pretty face, his eyes would always trace through her blonde hair and slide down her long elongated neck that he was tempted to run his mouth over. Her entire body was tempting. Her small but shapely breasts would fit so well in his hands and he would massage than until her usually calm and composed breath softly moaned his name.
He would not stop. His tongue would trail downwards over her smooth stomached and down between the warm and wet junction between her thighs that no one else had ever been. She would come apart and both would wonder why they ever considered waiting.
Taking a long sip of wine he forced his gaze from her lap to her face as he struggled to control his body from reacting. Breathe in, he thought to himself as he listened to her monotonous conversation. Breathe out, Lucius pleaded as he struggled to make his face stony.
Composing himself for a moment it disappeared when Narcissa turned her head and smiled.