When Narcissa awoke, she was cold and bare and felt worn out, sore. She blinked groggily, yawning, grinding her knuckles into her eye and cursing as she got leftover makeup in it, eyes watering for a long time. Annoyed, she blinked hard several times only to see that she was not at home, in her bed, and then it came rushing back to her; she was at the Leaky Cauldron. She'd seen Sirius last night- she'd been with him, last night. Her face burned crimson as she frantically pulled her dress back on, disposed on the side of the bed, and slipped into her heels. No evidence of Sirius remained, except for the remnants of him on her thighs. She had to get home and clean herself, she thought, rushing down the stairs, handing Tom back the key to her room, and hurrying through the fireplace to her house.
Lucius was lounging on the sofa, sipping wine from a glass. He looked at her, surprised and concerned, and she turned even redder.
"Cissa, are you alright? What on Earth happened?" Lucius asked, sitting up. She was acutely aware of the ripped nylons sagging on her legs and her unkempt hair and horribly messy eyeliner.
"Muggle thugs," she bluffed quickly. "But they didn't do anything to me. I-I got away," she said, hoping her stammering made her seem more shaken than dishonest.
He sat there, chewing on that, before standing and touching her face. "Filthy swine, they are," he said coldly. Narcissa swallowed. He turned, cursing. "Don't you know to be careful? What on earth were you doing where they could get you?"
Narcissa said nothing at first, earning her an exasperated sigh.
"You're not to go out without me again, do you understand?" He snapped. She looked up at him, silent. "Without me, or Bella, or Roddie. Do. You. Understand?" He demanded, stalking forward. She nodded, jaw tense.
"Yes, Lucius. I understand." She said softly. "I need to- clean up. If you'll excuse me."
He nodded, flicking a wrist to wave her away. She rushed up the staircase and into her room, white and baby blue and silver and gold. She closed the double doors and sighed outwardly, relieved, sagging onto her bum. How dare he, come here into her home, drink her wine and dirty her glasses without her, and demand things of her? She let out a disgruntled noise and buried her nose into her knees, suddenly very aware of her ruined tights and the warm, soft sensation between her legs, remnants of the sex that had ended not too long before then. What time is it? When had they finished? Would he take her again, or was that all he'd wanted? She supposed she really was a slag.
Angry at herself for thinking that- she could do whatever she pleased!- she pushed herself to her feet and kicked off her shoes, stripping as she walked into her bathroom and turning the water on, sitting on the edge of the bath in her nylons as it filled with steaming hot water. She added bubbles and salts and lit candles with her wand, drawing the blinds, summoning a pretty song that sang in the air. She sunk into the tub, rubbing her still-wrapped thighs. She sunk down until everything but her face was buried in the hot water, closing her eyes and sighing pleasantly.
She could still feel his touch, taste his mouth, hear his voice as he teased her. Her lower stomach began to dance with heat once more. She saw his face, his expression intense, framed by his silly hair. She reached down and tentatively touched herself, sighing happily once more. Her fingers swirled slowly, then faster, then faster still, until she came, biting her lip and arching her back. She lay there for a moment more before finally getting to scrubbing her face clean, then climbing out of the tub and drying off, rubbing her favorite, cherry-scented elixir on her face and donning a bathrobe, moving to her bhed to lounge as the elixir worked on her face. She was nearly asleep when she heard a rapping on her door. After a tense moment, she decided to ignore it, pretending to be asleep. Several moments later, the door opened, and it took all her will not to tense, agitated. How dare he come into her room without permission!
"Cissa?" Lucius' grating voice rang out. She ignored him, breathing softly, deeply. He sighed and closed the door, though which side of it he was on, she knew not. When she heard footsteps walking away, however, she sighed and turned on her side, away from the door, a rich air of dissatisfaction filling the room. She reluctantly stood to wash off the elixir so as to possible go to sleep for real, exhausted after last night.
Sirius sat on his bed in the dark room, loudly eating some pizza rolls. He felt oddly fine, in his pants in the warm room, barely well-lit enough to see the plate that rested atop his folded knees. He wasn't thinking about anything in particular, though every once in a while he could see Cissa's face twisted in divine ecstasy or hear her hungry, wild moans, her small tits crushed under his big, greedy hands. She'd tasted lovely, like soda pop and cigarettes and maraschino cherries.
He had nothing to do tonight. He'd had to get to work early this morning, leaving a sleeping Cissa sprawled on the bed, though it had been tempting to fuck her again, feel her tight, silken insides against him. He'd gotten back an hour ago, and he wished one of his friends were free… But, of course they weren't. He didn't feel like being around anyone else, so when he was stuffed full of the greasy rolls, he lay back and stared at the ceiling, dull, for a long time.
A knock sounded on the door, but he didn't feel like opening it. Another, harsher knock. More silence.
"Open the door!" An agitated voice, a woman, demanded.
"Open it yourself," he grunted. The door creaked open.
Ciss stood there, hair done in a tight bun atop her head, wearing a blue summer dress and white nylons. Sirius watched her as she peered around, lip curled slightly, and he felt a pang of agitation.
"What do you want?" He snapped, and she quickly came in and shut the door behind her, walking towards him. The floor was littered with laundry and the bed had a plate full of now-cold pizza rolls. Deeply uncomfortable, she glanced him over.
She tentatively picked up the plate and set in on the nightstand, then cautiously sat on the edge of the bed, looking at him almost expectantly. He watched her, emotionless, as she gave him a small, awkward smile before looking away. How odd she was. She put her small, open hand gently on his stomach, rubbing the skin gently with her thin thumb. She looked at his face again and leaned over him, face close to his, and they met eyes.
He didn't move, but watched her as slinked on top op him, straddling, dress pushed up around her waist. She pulled it up over her head, and delightedly, Sirius noticed the only other thing she wore were her translucent white tights. Finally enticed, he put his hands on her thighs, rubbing the fabric.
Her hands found his mouth and she traced his lips as she bit her own. He kissed her thumb and she rested her forehead on his, then kissed him, and he kissed back, hard. She ground against him and he felt himself stir in his pants. One of his hands went to grip her bum, the other to tease her small, peach nipples.
Suddenly, he flipped her over and she gasped, watching gleefully as he kissed across her jaw, down her throat, over her breast, down her thin stomach and began to devour her through her nylons, easily tasting her, and she cooed. After a moment, he ripped the tights, burying his face in her core and drinking from her. She moaned loudly and writhed, hands clenching his hair and humping his face. He twiddled with her clit with his thumb and she all but purred. He pressed his fingers into her until she came. Then, the pulled back and pulled himself out, reclining and motioning for her to return his favor.
Tentatively, eyes filled with sexual curiosity, she lay on her belly in between his open legs, gently taking hold of him before enveloping him in her mouth. She suckled him inexpertly, but her soft, hot mouth felt good nonetheless, her small, quick tongue darting back and forth and swirling around her. He released in her mouth, and she gingerly spat it out. He laughed softly at her sour expression, and she looked up at him sheepishly. He flicked a bit off her lip and she stuck her tongue out at him.
She crawled up and curled into him, and indifferent to it, he closed his eyes, letting her pull the covers over them.