It's Something in the Rain
This fic is part of my fanfic100 for Lucius and Narcissa on livejournal. It's a work in progress, but if you're a devout LM/NM worshipper like me, go ahead and give it a look.
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Rain had always had a great effect on Narcissa. Ever since her early youth, the falling of the tears of heaven had awoken an innate being in her. In her innocence it had filled her with the desire to run outside in her dinner gown and get soaked with the rain and with the mud. However, as she continued to run on hormones rather than childish spirit, she sat on the windowsill of the Hogwarts library, her imagination running wild. After beginning a serious relationship… and then getting married, she could, of course, indulge rather than dream.
As the downpour of the British rain began to stir, Narcissa had fallen back into that state of bliss. She stretched out across the window box seating in the master suite, a throw tossed over her shapely legs and a romance novel clutched in her delicate hands. Her soft expression focused on each word on the pages, a fantasy etching itself across her mind. The dashing hero had just taken a sword for the striking damsel at the hands of the mudblood sorcerer. The water in the cove they dwelled in was rising as the damsel cried for her wounded love. She raised his head off the stone floor and kissed him passionately as the water begin to cover the stone floors…
Narcissa twirled a strand of golden hair as the plot thickened. Something interesting was surfacing… and then a pair of hands blocked her vision over her eyes.
"Lucius!" Narcissa cried, irate. She playfully batted at his hands. "It's getting good!"
Her dearest husband let out a soft, low chuckle, "Narcissa, darling. Those novels will leave you deceived and disappointed."
"Oh?" She pulled his long fingers from her face and turned into him. A smug, but pretty expression crossed her features. "How so?" She smiled evilly. "Are you afraid you won't be able to please me after letting my imagination run wild for a few hours?"
Lucius cast an evil grin at his wife, his features sharpening and his eyes glimmering with naughty malice, "Never, darling. I just don't want you to lose your taste for reading after I teach you that reality beats the knickers off fiction."
She smiled at him, mouth slightly agape at his surprising bluntness. He took her book from her and set it carefully on the nearby end table. She stood as he gently pulled her from her seat. She was still in her nightgown at this time of day and her hair was haphazardly pulled into a loose bun with many escaping tendrils. He led her gracefully through the large French door and into the pouring rain. She shivered ever so slightly as the stingingly cold droplets hit her porcelain skin, but she hardly had the time to complain as Lucius pulled her close into an embrace. He kissed her fiercely as the rain soaked them, his tongue grazing hers delectably. As the rain began to fall harder, her head seemed ready to explode at any moment. Lucius's hands roamed aimlessly over her soaked, barely covered, figure, and she pulled them away, pulling back from the kiss with great difficulty.
"Make love to me, Lucius," She opened her eyes to his. "Right here, right now."
And as they lay on the cold, damp stone of the balcony several hours later it was quite evident that rain was indeed welcome anytime at the Malfoy Manor.