Disclaimer: Nothing is mine.
Narcissa's Garden
a fanfiction by Mesteria
"Are you ready?"
"Yes."
There was a quick intake of breath. Seconds later, "Ow."
"Am I hurting you?"
"Not too badly…"
"Relax. You're too tense. You won't be able to enjoy it."
"I'm trying. This is the first I've let you – oh, Merlin. That feels amazing."
Twenty-four-year-old Narcissa Malfoy dropped her face into the pillows on the master bed as her husband worked his hands on her bare back, stretching her muscles out and smoothing her body tissue. The only clothing that Narcissa was wearing was a small piece of silk that she wore around her lower area, otherwise known as a thong.
"I told you I was amazing with my hands," Lucius said from above her. Narcissa giggled, thinking of something else. "I give amazing massages. I guess that's what happens when you grow up in a household with four women."
Narcissa turned her head so half of her face was resting on the pillow. She relaxed further, enjoying the massage that her husband was giving her. She glanced at Lucius and then closed her eyes. It hurt, but it did feel amazing. And it was exactly what she needed.
You see, Narcissa had gotten the brilliant idea of starting a garden of flowers. She wanted to do it without magic. She thought it would have been simple and it would occupy her time while Lucius was working during the day. Lucius had warned her against it and teased her, but when she returned with all of the tools and seeds, he had begged her to return everything.
Determined, Narcissa set out the following day – a Sunday, which was usually leisurely and spent in bed with Lucius, both of them morphing their bodies to resemble bodies of gymnasts – on a mission to prove to Lucius that she could do this. And, denying him of intimacy, she was also punishing him for what he had said.
However, after three long days working in the hot summer sun of July, Narcissa had grown tired, irritable, dirty, sweaty and she ached all over her body. The garden was not that simple to create and she resented the fact that Lucius had been right from the beginning.
So, with a wave of her wand, Narcissa had her beautiful garden and when Lucius had come home from work that afternoon, he had apologized to his wife. Narcissa pretended to have created the garden, but then she broke down into a fit of laughs and tears. She told Lucius everything and here they were now.
"So tell me what you learned about gardening," Lucius said as he reached up to massage Narcissa's shoulders.
Narcissa smirked and rolled over, exposing herself to her husband. She tilted her head to the side and smiled at him.
"That it's very hard work, but the outcome is beautiful."
Needless to say, Narcissa never got the rest of her massage.