Just a little something to fill the time between writing this that and the other. And because i've had this in head for the last couple of months and recently read something by another writer and it spurred me to really write down what i had of mine. Read/Review/Comment/Subscribe. [LittlEm]

Lucius sat back in the luxurious chair that stood proudly in the drawing room of the house, the roaring fire only a few steps from the base of the chair. The flames licked as the embers crackled- fire had always entranced him, ever since he was a boy, though he never would openly admit to such an admiration of nature.

His long blonde hair was tied back into a neat ponytail with a long purple velvet dressing gown draped over his shoulder covering his bare torso and the top of his black trousers. Lucius has decided against a shirt this evening as he was expecting no other company than his adoring wife Narcissa as Draco was away at Hogwarts still and all Death Eater business was complete for the time being. He could simply relax and have some time to wallow and disappear fully into his thoughts.

"Darling, the house elf said you didn't eat- is something troubling you?"

Narcissa appeared suddenly into the room, her dainty footsteps unheard on the floorboards. Lucius opened his eyes and turned to see his wife leaning against the doorframe to the room- looking as luscious as ever in a sheer silk dressing gown that left almost nothing the imagination. Lucius was a sucker for moments like this where he could take in his wife, her perfect figure and porcelain skin. There was the long blonde hair that flowed down her soft neck, sweeping her shoulders and framing her beautiful face. But her blue eyes that were usually full of promise were brimming with concern.

"Narcissa my love why would anything be wrong?"

He could hear the lies dripping from his tongue as he spoke to his wife, her feet stepping over to him before sitting on the arm of his chair. He took her hand and lifted it to his lips- but instead of kissing her hand he kissed her wrist gently.

"… I was simply not hungry, and I'm still not. My appetite has disintegrated these past few months and I'm not sure why… but it's nothing to concern your pretty head about…"

He let her hand fall down as he slipped his hand onto the back of head, stroking through her hair with his fingers and savouring the silky texture of her hair. He had long missed the simple touch of his wife, and how she felt. How her body felt against his hands…

". As long as you're sure darling… I do so hate it when things trouble you…"

Lucius slipped his hand down her neck slowly and glanced down at her chest as she inhaled sharply, her breasts pushing against the sheer fabric, giving him the perfect glance of her breasts, which had not seen his attentions in some time as he'd been away. He smirked slightly before he moved his hand from her neck. Narcissa's face dropped momentarily in disappointment until he smirked and shifted his wife down onto his lap, his arms wrapped slowly around her exquisite waist, pulling her closer as his lips crashed down onto hers.

He had long desired the touch of Narcissa against him, he craved her more than anything else when he away on a mission for the Dark Lord. Sometimes when stalking prey his mind would slip back to how she felt against him, how she looked when consumed with lust for him. The mess of blonde hair tangled on their sheets.

But now that he had his wife finally over him, the lust in her eyes and the kiss he had longed for, he was not thinking of her. Lucius couldn't stop thinking of Bella. His wife's sister, the woman who he'd been on a mission with and spent the last 2 months with. Though nothing had happened he couldn't help but think of the poison that emanated from her and wonder what could have happened.

Bella was darker and more mysterious than his own dear wife… The two were like Ying and Yang, born from the same womb but so different. Cissy was delicate and soft, fragile. Bella was so much more…

as his wife stroked the back of his neck he though of how Bella had clawed the back of his neck 'playfully'. The nails that he wished were scraping down his chest as she lowered herself in front of him at that very moment. He felt himself rise at the thought of her lips tantalisingly teasing his body, pushing himself further into the kiss with his wife.

Kissing his wife, and thinking of her sister…

Moving his head back quickly he shook his head a little as he took his wife's hand.

"Go upstairs my love… I'll be there in a minute…"

He smirked and tried to make it as reassuring as possible as Narcissa nodded, a slightly girlish smile spreading over her face as she leapt up and skipped out of his room.

Lucius let his head drop into his hands- what on Earth was he going to do?