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Written for; Hillstar for the OTP Swap#3 - RemusNarcissa.
Sometimes...
It's fun, she thinks, roughing it. She doesn't know why it's called that, except that it's exactly what they do. An abandoned shack, outdoors, anywhere that she'd never be expected to be. He awaits her, and he craves her, and it makes her feel so powerful, to have such control over someone.
He's animalistic in a way that Lucius could never be. In a way that she'd never want Lucius to be, if she's honest with herself. The differences are part of the reason that she loves it so much after all.
Lucius suits her in the prim and proper lifestyle that she's accustomed too. He buys her shiny presents and treats her like a princess. He leads her gently by the arm, and offers his robe when the wind threatens to chafe her porcelain skin. He is charming and polite and everything her parents desire for her.
Remus is... more. He feels. He's warm and rough and emotional. He holds her tightly, he kisses her passionately, he loves her deeply. Remus pushes her against the wall, his hand on her behind. He messes her hair and cares little about the expensive robes she covers herself with.
Remus is passion while Lucius is cold.
Remus is fire while Lucius is ice.
And sometimes... sometimes, Narcissa thinks, sometimes she likes to get burnt.