A/N- Just a little dribble I came up with while i was bored. This is a story told in Lucius Malfoy's perspective, about one of his many Mistresses. I always pictured him as somebody who slept around. I also pictured Narcissa doing the same.
I always pictured Lucius having one Mistress that he loved the most, more than any other. So this popped out of my head.
Enjoy!
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He loved the way she would shiver when he gave her that one glance from across the dinner table.
He loved the way she would yearn for his touch after just one kiss.
he loved he way she would walk him to her bedroom, hips swishing and long, blond
hair grazing the curve of her back.
He loved the way her skin felt so smooth on her bare back as he pressed them lightly to her shoulder.
He loved her way she would arch her back as her primal instincts took over, all her inhibitions leaving her thoughts.
He loved the way she would wrap her arm around his waist after she fell asleep, an impulse.
He loved watching her bare chest rise and fall in her sleep, he himself never succumbing to the sandman.
He loved the way she would reach for his had after he would get up to make his way home, begging him silently to not leave her.
He loved when he would come back to her that evening and she would run out the front door before pulling him in to a tight embrace and kissing him for all that he was worth.
He loved everything about her.
He loved everything about his beautiful mistress.
His Beloved Mae.
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