Pairings: Lucius/Narcissa Prompt: Snowfall.
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Fierce Loyalty
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Lucius admired his beautiful wife and brushed his thick, warm fingers through her delicate, blonde hair.
"You're stunning, Narcissa."
Narcissa simpered, under her husband's rapt attention. She loved when Lucius admired her feminine beauty and charms. And truly, there was no one as beautiful and charming as Narcissa. She was part Veela blooded too.
"Tell me all the ways you love me, Lucius. List all the ways you adore me."
Lucius's handsome face grinned and he kneeled down on the floor before the glass slipper heels on her delicate feet.
"You are beautiful beyond compare." Lucius smiled before lowering his lips to kiss her on the ankle and remove her heels.
"Your skin is as white and soft and smooth as snow," he said again and brushed his much warmer, rougher hands up her long legs.
"You make me happy every time you laugh or listen to me, you make me feel important," Lucius said and his hands continued slipping upwards til his hands were on her knees.
"You don't have knobbly knees either," Lucius added.
That made Narcissa giddy with laughter because it was such an obscure thing to say and yet true. She didn't have any flaws, unlike other witches. She was physically perfect.
And she absolutely adored Lucius Malfoy, in return, because he was as beautiful, perfect and pureblooded as she was. And her greatest nightmare was that he'd ever dirty or soil his hands on a half-blood or, god forbid, a mudblood.
She stretched out her arms and cradled his beautiful face plush against her chest and held him there, against her beating fine heart, as she stroked his long, silk blonde hair.
"Tell me you would never leave me for another woman," Narcissa commanded haughtily, almost becoming the leader of their little matrimony for this moment. Though, the rest of the time, Lucius was usually in charge.
Lucius immediately separated himself from her bosom to look up at her clear, crystal blue eyes. "Narcissa, other women are like scum to me. Nothing and no one can compare to you. I would never dare to hurt you or even consider a lowly half-blood in your place. You ARE my woman, my dream, my wife."
"Good," Narcissa drawled. "Very good."
Lucius pulled her onto his lap and made out to her lips fiercely, showing just how much he meant his words and how physically and spiritually, he was hers.
"Narcissa you are driving me wild," he drawled elegantly with lust and desire and yet he was a gentleman and waited until she nodded her head before lifting her up in his arms and dropping her on the bed.
"I want to make sweet, sweet pure love to you, for the rest of my days, Narcissa," he said, his grey eyes boring into hers as he took off his shirt and robes, revealing well-muscled arms and chest.
"So do I." Narcissa smiled adoringly up at Lucius, her hero, her love, her husband.
She laid her back on the bed and groaned in estasy as Lucius kissed her up and down her neck.
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