We now return to regularly scheduled story time.

-HR-

Teddy held up his arms for a cuddle once he was done with his sandwich, smiling when Vlad held him. He was a sweet little thing.

"You kiss Cissa."

"And I would really appreciate if you don't tell anyone about that."

Teddy's little brow screwed up.

"Secret?"

"Yep."

"Ok. I no tell."

Vlad wasn't sure Teddy could be trusted to keep his confidence, but he could hardly hypnotise or threaten a four year old. He held his breath - figuratively - as Andromeda came in to retrieve her grandson.

"Thanks for taking care of him."

"I gave him a sandwich. Not parent of the year material."

She smiled as Teddy reached out for a transfer from one set of arms to another. Vlad waited for Teddy to speak.

"More cake?"

"Maybe. We don't want you getting sick Teddy."

They left the room together and Vlad tried to collect himself. Brushing a few crumbs off his shirt, he drew in a breath he didn't need and finished tidying. He was stalling.

"Vlad? Are you ok?"

Harry peered around the door to check on him.

"Fine. Just tidying."

"Hm."

"What?"

"You can speed your way through in under a minute. Why drag it out?"

Vlad shrugged offhandedly.

"I've had a very vampiric couple of months. It's nice to be relaxed."

"Ah. Fair enough" Harry turned to leave, but he glanced back at Vlad "and Vlad?"

"Yeah?"

"There's lipstick on your collar."

Fuck.

"I... uh."

"I don't wanna know. Just... be careful."

Vlad hastily used a charm on his collar to remove the traces of Narcissa's lipstick, wondering if it was on his mouth too though nobody had appeared to notice such a thing. He repeated the charm anyway just to be sure, frowning at the rough sensation on his lips where she had been so soft.

Instead of going back out, Vlad tried to work out where these unbidden desires came from. He had known Narcissa passively from the age of eleven to fifteen. Then came the war, and fighting for their lives and other peoples lives and good versus evil. He could remember the first time he saw the fire in her.

Vlad remembered duelling her. She was strong and quick and fearless, face shifting from the pureblood wife to a wild animal protecting her young - Draco had been a pawn in Voldemort's game back then. It was impossible not to notice an accomplished duellist trying to kill him. And apparently, impossible not to remember that fire, to wish that fire was aimed at him a whole different way.

And she wasn't averse it seemed. Vlad remembered dancing with her at the Ministry event, how she had been so elegant and gorgeous. He hadn't noticed many there, but she stuck in his mind clearly. And she hadn't shied from kissing him, although she had run away. He wasn't sure what that meant. An instance of loneliness and he was convenient? Or she wanted him but didn't want to want him?

Vlad could think himself in circles. Or ask her.

Or bury his head in the sand. Which was his favourite solution right now.

He rejoined the party, nobody but Harry, Ingrid and Narcissa even seeming to register him enter the room as everyone watched Teddy playing with his new toy broom. It barely went three feet off the ground and was specially charmed that Teddy couldn't fall off, but Andromeda still looked a little distraught and harried. And perhaps ready to kill the twins for getting it for him.

"I challenge anyone who can fly to beat him."

Ingrid rolled her eyes at the twins.

"You're going to have to be more specific. I mean, I can fly without a broom."

"Me too."

Vlad added.

"Wings are cheating."

"We can levitate too. And climb walls."

"Stop showing off!"

Ingrid looked at Vlad, and he knew what she was saying with the expression. They both stood, jumped and appeared to stick fast to the ceiling.

"Wow!"

Teddy was fascinated, giggling as Vlad hung from his fingertips before dropping down.

"Again!"

He clapped, so Vlad indulged the little boy and jumped back up. Teddy giggled and applauded again, then cheered when he and Ingrid got back down. Vlad felt eyes on him, but worried turning to look at Narcissa would make him terribly obvious. Teddy got distracted by his next present, then started changing his hair to mimic his cakes icing as it changed colours.

Nothing scandalous occurred until Teddy had gone to bed (he had his own room at Grimmauld Place, naturally) and everyone was edging toward mildly tipsy if not drunk. Vlad was making soy in the kitchen when a merrily intoxicated Harry cantered in with a grin, holding parchment in one hand and Narcissa close behind him. She faltered slightly when she saw Vlad.

"Since this was his idea I figure he can watch. But you might not want to be in front of everyone else. I just got these back from my lawyer person today."

Harry held out the parchment to Narcissa, who unrolled it slowly before gasping. It wasn't unlike the gasp she made against his mouth earlier and Vlad felt his hands tremble.

"Harry, I-"

"This is what you wanted. Sign it and you are Narcissa Malfoy no more."

Vlad pulled a self-inking pen from his pocket; he carried them everywhere since he had so much to sign all the time in his job, and held it out to Narcissa. She took it with shaking hands. Harry nodded encouragingly, grinning as she put pen to paper. The N. Malfoy signature came naturally, the N. Black was a little more hesitant but she smiled slightly as she did it.

"That's it?"

"That's it. Miss Black."

Harry mock-bowed, then tottered off with his completed paperwork. Narcissa smiled as he left, then realised she was alone with Vlad again. He knew she was going to run again.

"Wait."

She stilled. Didn't quite turn back to face him.

"Yes?"

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable."

"You didn't."

Her voice was low, quiet. Vlad faltered, confused.

"Then why run?"

"Isn't it obvious?"

"Not to-"

Vlad halted as her Occlumency shields loosened, probably unintentionally but he caught the thoughts all the same. He couldn't turn it off, especially if he was focusing intensely on one person already. What he saw shocked him just a little.

"You're too old? Are you crazy?"

Narcissa shook her head. Vlad took a measured step closer. She didn't move away so he took another, and another. Eventually he made it close enough to put a hand on her shoulder. Her body heat soaked into his hand like she was a roaring fire.

"I'm immortal. What do I care about age?"

She shrank from his touch, swept from the room. Vlad wasn't sure he hadn't made it worse.

Whatever it was.

Vlad left. He was feeling out of sorts and didn't want to bring down everyones jovial mood, nor did he want to upset Narcissa further. On top of which, he didn't want to be staked by Draco for kissing his mother. The others might be upset he left, but Vlad supposed he could claim a VHC emergency if he had to.

His castle was cold and empty, uninviting. But it contained nobody Vlad could upset, and it meant he could sequester himself in the library or vent frustrations in the training room. Anything but dwell on Narcissa rejecting him. It was wounding to his ego and perplexing to his mind - why did it bother him so? Being turned down by someone he just wanted to bed surely wouldn't matter this much unless he was so vain he could pass for Ingrid.

So why was he so bothered by it?

Vlad shoved away the thoughts, changed into his training gear and did his best to focus only on the punch bag, the target practice, the speed of his transformations.

None of it really stopped him thinking about Narcissa.

His floo went off while Vlad was drinking some soy to recover from his work out, Harry's face appearing in green flames. He could tell Harry was a bit drunk.

"Hey! Where did you go?"

"Well since you got me at home, isn't that obvious?"

Harry pouted, teetering slightly judging by his head tilt.

"Good point. Ingrid left with the twins" Vlad could have lived without that mental image for all eternity "and Andy went to bed. Just a few of us drinking and chilling if you wanna come back and not be anti-social."

"I'm kinda tired, I only napped this morning and I just finished in the training room."

"Suit yourself. Don't be a stranger!"

The flames died out as Harry vanished, leaving Vlad feeling oddly guilty. He had been absent for the better part of two months and ducked out of the first time he had seen his friends for ages. He would have to go back the next day, for Teddy if nothing else. Exhaustion began to catch up with him, so once his glass was empty Vlad took a quick shower and hit his bed hard.

Images of warm lips and hot skin haunted his dreams, leaving Vlad flustered when he woke just shy of dawn. A little Council work passed the time until he could apparate into Harry's kitchen and it not be rude, and Vlad tossed his quill down with a flourish before popping from Transylvania to Grimmauld Place.

He closed his eyes, inventorying the amount of heartbeats he could hear in the building. One was a little shorter, quicker in rhythm. Teddy. The coupled two would be Harry and Ginny. Hermione was uniquely recognizable after years listening to it as her best friend. Draco wasn't there then. He could have had to leave for work; he was a Healer, got called away at random times and all hours.

Then there were two more. One was slow and restful. Andromeda. The other was quicker, active. Accompanied by footsteps. Vlad wasn't sure who it was, but everyone else he could set up morning drinks ready. Even Teddy had his own cup for tea. The footsteps kept sounding as the person got up and dressed for wakefulness, and Vlad put out an empty mug for them to use while he made his drink.

It wasn't until the steps reached the bottom of the stairs that Vlad realised who it was.

"Good morning Narcissa."

She was probably more stunned to see him there at the crack of dawn than anyone else would be.

"W-what are you doing here?"

"I semi-officially live here. And since my sleep pattern is ridiculous, I'm usually up first. Force of habit to set up everyones mugs. I can tell who's home generally, but I didn't recognise your heartbeat. Nor do I know how you take your tea. I put you an empty cup out anyway."

If he acted normal, maybe she would. Vlad jumped when her hand touched his jaw, the pad of her thumb swiping across his skin.

"You had some ink on your face."

Vlad raised his hand, curled it around hers. She let him.

"I was working this morning."

She had to be able to feel his jaw move beneath her hand as he spoke.

"Oh yes. Grand High Vampire."

"Money. Power. Social standing. I hate it all."

Narcissa looked surprised.

"Then why do it?"

"For the same reason Harry could never have turned his back on the war. Too many people with too much to lose."

Vlad moved her hand, left a kiss against her wrist and felt the thrum of life beneath quicken. It was an old custom, one when vampires hadn't needed to be forced to coexist with breathers. When they understood rampant murder would eradicate their own food source. It was a sign of respect for life.

For a second, he was certain she expected him to bite her. Vlad kept his fangs back, lowered her hand and stepped back.

"So... how do you take your tea?"

She watched as Vlad made the brew to her specifications, then held out the ceramic mug. Vlad imagined she was more used to porcelain teacups - he spent VHC meetings with solid gold goblets in his hand, he could relate - but it was also clear she was used to spending time around the not-so-fine things. Perhaps reconnecting with her sister had helped Narcissa come to appreciate such a homely thing as morning tea not made by elves.

Ok, now he was making assumptions about her life and he ought to stop.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome."

"What is that you are drinking?"

Vlad's mug was brimming with artificially coloured red substance.

"Instant soy. Vegetarian substitute for blood, dried to powder and I make it like instant coffee. Careful not to mix it up, it won't hurt you but I'm told it tastes foul to breathers."

He was babbling. He was the leader of an entire species and this woman had him babbling like an idiot.

"I did wonder what was in that jar."

"Yep. Mine."

Oh, it was so very awkward. Vlad knew they both wanted, but he had upset her yesterday and he wasn't about to make the same mistake today. If she wanted more, Narcissa could come to him. Blood, she deserved the right to make her own decisions after Lucius and Voldemort had made them all for her for years.

Excitable footsteps hit the ground, and Vlad knew that meant one thing.

"I'm gonna go check on Teddy."

She didn't answer as Vlad flitted off, wondering if she thought him eager to escape her presence or something but the truth was Teddy was a master of mischief. He was in the bathroom emptying his kids strawberry-flavoured toothpaste tube into the sink when Vlad got there. A quick spell put it back and he got Teddy cleaned up, dressed and carried him downstairs. Once he was done, Teddy would have gone to wake Andromeda anyway.

"Cissa!"

"Good morning Theodore."

"Teddy!"

"Quite right."

Vlad sensed it was a game they often played, judging by Narcissa's soft smile and Teddy's beaming grin.

"You want some breakfast little guy?"

"Yes pease Vad."

His 'l' sounds still needed work, but otherwise he was pretty eloquent and Teddy had very good manners. Vlad perched him up on his booster seat, made him a milky tea and a 'dippy egg' as Teddy called it.

"You're good with him."

"I like kids. They see the world in a different way. And be fair, he's pretty cute."

Teddy preened as he realised they were talking about him, dipping toast into his egg yolk and somehow smearing it across his face on the way to his mouth. Narcissa smiled fondly at him. Vlad knew she had been restricted from raising Draco by her husband, though she had resisted it at every opportunity. Even lied to Voldemort's face to save her son.

Vlad had been there. Invisible and aching to protect his friend as he witnessed Harry take the curse in the woods, but relieved to hear his heart still beat. Then Narcissa was sent to check, and she lied.

Maternal instinct defying even the Dark Lord. Blood, she was incredible.

His thought train was derailed by more footsteps - Ginny was up. She wasn't done pottering about to be up for the day when Andromeda joined her, immediately checking Teddy's room first. Vlad smiled to himself as he listened.

"What are you doing?"

"Listening. Andromeda checked Teddy's room before even going for the bathroom. I stop listening at that point."

"I am... glad to hear that."

Vlad offered Narcissa a smile, turning to the stairs as Ginny descended them. She spotted them in the kitchen and then shouted up the stairs.

"Oh. He's down here with Vlad Andy!"

"That's good!"

Narcissa looked exceptionally glad not to be alone with Vlad anymore. He tried and failed not to be slighted by that. Ginny filled hers and Andromeda's mugs, then sat at the table next to Teddy and smiled as he demolished the last of his breakfast.

"When did you get here?"

"Around dawn. Found this tyke making art out of toothpaste in the bathroom when he got up."

"A masterpiece I'm sure."

Ginny chuckled to herself, watching Vlad predictably eat leftovers from their fridge. He wrinkled his nose at one particular thing.

"Who had garlic bread?"

"Oh, that would be dad. After Ingrid left we ordered pizza delivery, and since it was a vampire free time..."

"Fair enough. Nasty stuff."

Vlad closed the fridge and bit into the cold chicken, immune to all concerns about food-borne bacteria.

"Vad! Fangs!"

Teddy looked at him hopefully, so Vlad licked chicken remnants from his upper teeth and dropped his fangs. Teddy cheered, but Narcissa looked away after a second. Vlad retracted his fangs and finished his impromptu breakfast, then lifted Teddy up to go clean his face. He met Andromeda on the way.

"Thanks for taking care of him."

"No trouble. You obviously needed the sleep."

Andromeda smiled gratefully, and was sipping at her coffee and talking to her sister when vampire and boy returned. Teddy was genetically half werewolf, but not in the way Vlad's own little brother was. He smelled more like Tonks' Metamorph side than Remus' wolf side. Time would tell he guessed.

"One clean, fed four year old."

"Thank you Vlad."

Smiling, Vlad felt cerulean eyes on him again and tried not to stare back. Hermione and Harry were up in short order, and everyone except Teddy had leftovers for breakfast. Narcissa eating was pure torture, her smooth bite and perfect teeth and impeccable manners. Vlad's appreciation of a smooth bite and her innate elegant grace meant she was making him quite uncomfortable.

And that was while he was trying not to look.

Pain lanced across his temples before everyone was done eating, almost knocking Vlad off his feet as he clutched his head. He hated sloppy telepathy. It was a message from the Council, sent from their mind to his through brute force rather than skill.

"I'm sorry, I have to go. Work calls."

"That sucks. Let us know if it'll be another long one?"

"Shouldn't be but no promises."

Vlad apparated back to Transylvania, grabbed his Council robes and crown and then popped to Council. He was the only magical vampire on the Council, meaning everyone else was bound by daylight for hours.

"What's the big emergency? And for the love of all that is evil, designate someone other than Maras to get me with telepathy because blood and garlic you are like a slayer at a stake sale."

The 'emergency' turned out to be an argument between the Archive vampires and the Technology vampires, both threatening to slaughter each other because of their preferences for books versus computers. Vlad physically seperated them, then yelled at both sides for disturbing him during daylight hours.

"Behave yourselves. Act like the grown bats you are. If any one tries to wake me again for this nonsense I'll ash you all."

Vlad popped out. They didn't have to know he was wide awake. He about fell over when he saw his castle had a visitor.

"How did you get in?"

"Harry lent me his portkey. It was a very smooth ride."

"It's a skill of mine."

Narcissa eyed his robes and crown oddly. Vlad removed his crown self-conciously, then tugged his robes up and over his head. His shirt rode up as he did so, and when his vision was clear of fabric Vlad found Narcissa eyeing where his skin had been bared. He cleared his throat and her eyes suddenly snapped up to his face.

"Why are you here? I wouldn't complain but you have been back and forth on avoiding me and staring me down since the whole accidental kiss and I have to confess I'm a little confused at this point."

She sighed, fiddling nervously with the rubber bat in her hands - the portkey. It was strange how she lost composure around him. Not in the way he truly wanted her to though.

"I... I'm not sure to be perfectly honest. You make me... feel things."

"Good things? Bad things?"

"Uncertainty. A desire long forgotten and fears I didn't know I had."

Vlad wasn't sure what to do with that. He removed the bat from her hands gently, placed it to one side where she could reach it but wouldn't accidentally transport herself back. Her hands took his, held them between her small hot fingers.

"What do you want?"

"You. But I shouldn't. I should go."

He wasn't sure what it was, but he would bank on Narcissa feeling like this was more than just lust-fuelled madness as much as Vlad did. Either way, he ached to touch her.

"Then go."

Narcissa didn't leave. She used the grip on his hands to pull him closer, hot lips sealing across his own. Vlad barely had the chance to kiss her back before she pulled back, thumb dragging his bottom lip down slightly.

"Show me them."

He didn't have to ask what she meant. Vlad let his fangs drop, felt her scrape her thumb over the top row of his teeth and then down to the point. Her skin broke with a near-silent tearing sound, and she withdrew it to look at the blood. Vlad wasn't often around freshly leaking blood anymore, and her bleeding thumb was a powerful pull.

"Your eyes are black."

"Sorry."

His voice came out lower, rougher. Narcissa watched his fight for control, Vlad forcing his fangs back and knowing his eyes would clear too.

"I didn't mind."

She placed the injured thumb to his lower lip and swiped the bead of blood over it. Vlad couldn't stop himself from licking it away anymore than Narcissa could stop breathing. He moaned softly at the taste he denied himself constantly, feeling his cock swell in his bottoms. Narcissa slid her hands up his chest, wrapped them around his neck and leant up close to his mouth before breathing four words against his lips.

"Take me to bed."

Her change in attitude was most welcome. Vlad wrapped his arms around her waist, then flitted them along to his room. He didn't realise until Narcissa let out a soft squeak that he forgot to ask if she minded.

"Are you ok? Flitting can be rough."

"I'm fine. Just unexpected."

Vlad wasn't sure what he expected, but Narcissa wasn't exactly predictable anyway. She pushed him away and sat on the edge of his bed, then reached down and removed her patent leather ankle boots. They were navy blue, worked with the midnight shade of her dress beautifully. Her feet were still bound in silken stockings Vlad resolved to take off later.

She moved herself up the bed, beckoning Vlad closer and waving her wand. Vlad growled as the candles went out. He snapped his fingers to light them again. Narcissa flushed as he wrapped his fingers around her wand, moved it to his bedside table.

"I can see in the dark anyway. You might as well see me too."

A slight whimper was her only acknowledgement before they were kissing again. Her hot mouth scalded his cool tongue but fuck did she respond, rubbing bodily against Vlad in a way that threatened to end their tryst far too soon. Vlad pressed down her hips to still her, which won him a delightful sound of frustration. The candlelight glowed against her ivory skin, shadowing on her aristocratic-cut cheekbones and lending a golden hue to the white of her hair.

"You are divine."

"I'm long past anything resembling that."

Vlad growled again.

"I'll make a believer of you yet."

Her hands scrabbled at his shirt buttons, yanking them free roughly. Several came away from their stitches, but that could be repaired. Later. He let her pull the two sides apart to reveal his chest; vampires were natural lean unless they overindulged chronically. A perk of his non-human digestive system.

"You resemble a marble statue."

Polished, perfectly shaped fingernails ran down his chest, traced the lines of his abdominals when Vlad sat up to let the shirt slide fluidly from his arms.

"I'm cold like one too."

"I rather enjoy the contrast."

Narcissa was still shy, but he could sense it was fading.

"Me too."

Her dress had buttons over the bodice that heaved with heavy breaths, and Vlad was impatient to expose and appreciate her breasts hidden beneath. Her mouth sought his again as Vlad unbuttoned her one by one. She kissed like sin, tasted even better.

The buttons ran from chest to navel, exposing breasts and bra and ivory skin beneath the navy fabric. When Vlad's fingers explored molten-hot skin she gasped into his mouth, a swollen nipple quivering beneath Vlad's fingers when he rubbed it through the silk-and-lace cup containing a soft, yielding breast. Narcissa trembled at his touch.

"May I undress you properly?"

"Please."

The last vestiges of shyness seemed to melt away as Vlad bunched her skirt between his hands to hike it up - he wasn't going to try and navigate the slender bodice over her rounded hips. The body of a child bearer. Vlad found that fact as appealing as the rest of her, even with the knowledge her son was Vlad's own age.

This woman had created life within her body. Vlad was dead, and distinctly unable to carry anything himself. She was a walking miracle.

"Vlad..."

Narcissa breathed his name, nails raking across his skin. He kissed her again, addicted to her molten mouth and soft gasps. She had to keep pushing him back to draw breath, but Vlad was quickly pulled back by her hand in his hair until even his head was spinning. He ran a few fingers over her neck, feeling Narcissa's pulse quicken.

"You have a beautiful neck."

"I suppose that's the height of praise from a vampire."

Vlad smiled, continuing his hands journey down her body. Thumbing across the swell of her breast drew more beautifully erotic moans from her parted lips. Narcissa arched and pressed into his hand, begging with her body for more. The clasps that held her stocking up to her belt were fiddly but he managed to unsnap them without tearing, peeling the soft material away from even smoother legs.

Her inner thighs were ticklish judging from her squirms, and as he moved his fingers away from her heat and desire Vlad finally got to see her begin to devolve. Narcissa rolled them, raked her nails down his chest and left lines in his skin. Vlad felt the burning heat between her thighs even through two layers of fabric, though as nimble fingers reached his zipper and button Vlad knew it would become only one.

Narcissa didn't waste a beat, slipping a hot little hand down his boxers to wrap around his cock. Vlad bucked into her grip, seeking the searing heat of her touch. She seemed incredibly pleased by his responsiveness, the playful smirk lit up by the candles burning merrily away to ensure neither missed a minute of what was happening.

More fumbling and rolling and wrestling for position finally allowed Vlad to touch her properly after their final scraps of clothing were gone. His mouth on her breast nearly made Narcissa convulse, thrashing and digging her nails into his scalp to hold him there as he suckled the hardened bud. Vlad could feel blood pulse in to create her nipples swell, inciting the hunger she woke with a bloodied thumb earlier.

When his fingers dug between her thighs, at first she squirmed away from his touch.

"Cold?"

"Mhmm."

"Sorry."

"Please, resume. I had forgotten to anticipate."

He was hesitant but Narcissa insistent, and when his chilled fingers brushed her slick, swollen clit again she bucked into his touch, moaning wantonly. There was primal need in her tone as she cursed and quaked, the blistering feeling of her intimately wrapped around Vlad's fingers enough to make his cock leak and demand attention.

"That's it, there! Faster! More!"

Blood, once Narcissa was unleashed Vlad felt he was just along for the ride. A wild animal lingered beneath shy and societal propriety, leaving him reeling as filth spilled from her mouth with every push of Vlad's fingers. Each time she threw her head in pleasure, he felt his fangs throb at the sight of flawless ivory. The smell of her arousal was so heavy and alluring Vlad could taste it on the air, knew it would be imprinted on his skin until he bathed again.

Her muscles tightened upon him, her hands curling in the bedsheets as Narcissa came apart for him. It was a true privilege to witness such a loss of control, something all the more intense for someone like her as Vlad had originally been drawn to her composure and elegance. Now she was a beast seeking pleasure and it was incredible.

"Merlin."

"Not quite. Vlad will do."

She swatted lazily in his direction and Vlad chuckled, enjoying the clear reluctance to lose his fingers when he slipped them free of her body. Narcissa watched hungrily as Vlad lapped her climax from the digits, humming in pleasure at her sweet, musky taste.

"You rival vintage blood."

He forgot himself for a minute, knew Narcissa wasn't one to appreciate blood but she seemed to understand all the same. Unaware she recovered quite so fast, Vlad found himself rolled beneath her again, dragging herself leisurely along his swollen cock to coat him in her hot slick. He whined needily, but it seemed Narcissa had no intentions of making him wait. With a speed to rival a vampire, her hand moved between them and guided him inside her.

The temperature contrast might have killed Vlad were he not already dead.

It was clear his lover was equally affected by the fire and ice of their joining, but it didn't slow the feral woman much at all. Vlad gripped her gorgeous hips as she rolled herself along his shaft, slow and methodical until she clearly found an angle that worked for her. Narcissa fucked herself hard and fast when she settled on position, taking Vlad to heights unknown with every thrust.

He managed to sit up, hungry hands settling on his shoulders for leverage as Vlad nipped and tongued at her breasts. Her heat scorched him, and Vlad would happily have gone up in flames for the woman currently riding him until he was nearly delirious with sensation.

The steady stream of salacious filth fell from her lips swollen with kisses and her own teeth worrying them when she lost herself in the feeling of Vlad inside her. The taste of her skin and the scent of sex and arousal and her soft perfume flooded his senses again and again, compounded by her animalistic form atop him.

Hair damp with sweat as it tumbled about her shoulders, eyes wide and dilated. Cheeks flushed and breasts trembling with every slam she made against him. Vlad couldn't close his eyes. He had to savour every second.

"I'm c-close."

"Uh, me too Vlad!"

She was still fertile despite her age, Vlad could smell it. So he was forced to push more words from his throat.

"Can I come inside you?"

Narcissa didn't hesitate.

"Merlin, yes!"

Oh thank the devil. Vlad wasn't sure he had the self control to stop and pull out anyway, her permission a blessing. His fingers found where they joined and rubbed her clit, managing to push her over that precipice into bliss just before he crumbled into smouldering ashes of pure satisfaction.

His ragged breaths evened out much quicker than hers did. Narcissa didn't move until Vlad softened and slipped out of her. He tumbled them gently to lay her next to him, but Narcissa immediately pressed into his cool, sweat-damp skin. Vlad had no complaints about her black and white hair messily draping across his chest, her balmy breaths condensing to mingle with their sweat.

"That was..."

"Fucking brilliant. To my mind anyway."

Satisfaction made Vlad loose-tongued it seemed.

"Was I your first?"

"Did I come across a virgin?"

"Merlin, no. I meant first human."

"Oh. Yeah, you were. Was I your first biter?"

"Well you were only my second partner, so yes."

Vlad kept to himself that Lucius was cruel enough to be a vampire. He was dead. Best not to ruin the moment with such thoughts and comments. Narcissa traced shapes on his chest with her fingernails, leaving tingly trails in her wake.

"Is it just me?"

"Who knows this was more than a one off? No, Vlad. It's not just you."

Damn, she had to be confident in that being what he meant to say it so briskly

"Why me?"

"Your good heart. And I imagine many women my age would struggle to resist a handsome, powerful young man looking at them like she was a work of art in a gallery... Why me?"

Vlad could list a dozen or so reasons why he found her quite so attractive. But that might get embarrassing.

"You have the elegance of a vampiress."

"Not right now."

He rolled on top of her, running a hand along curvy hip and plush thigh.

"That's the fun part. It makes it all the better to see you so uninhibited."

Some time later the two came up for air. Vlad had been tempted and cajoled into biting her, marking her porcelain skin with bruises - fang free, he hadn't lost his mind completely.

Though there had been several times he thought he might have.

Narcissa lazed on a chaise seat in Vlad's shirt, buttons dangerously close to giving revealing her ample chest. He enjoyed the way firelight played across her bare legs.

"Where do we go from here?"

Vlad wasn't sure what to say, but he was saved the trouble of coming up with an eloquent answer by the sound of a portkey.

"Why was Teddy saying he saw you kissing my- mother?"

Draco and Hermione were in his living room holding Hermiones portkey in their joined hands.

If he wasn't already undead, Vlad would probably be dead from Draco's glare.

-HR-

I meant to have this done hours ago but a migraine and a livestream from Hamburg kind of happened. Still. Finished!