Lucius had never intended to gate-crash his fiancée's trip to Paris, but when he found himself with nothing to do over the weekend and he was just mooching around the manor, his father suggested he go and surprise Bellatrix. Knowing Narcissa was also in Paris, Lucius was reluctant to make the trip, but boredom eventually overcame him and he arrived in the penthouse around lunchtime on the Saturday, which was Bellatrix and Narcissa's third day in the French capital. He had no idea how the rest of the weekend would go, he was only hoping he hadn't made a massive mistake.
Lucius's trip had been so spur of the moment he hadn't even packed an overnight bag, and when he arrived in the penthouse to find it empty he seriously contemplated returning home. However, he stuck around and less than an hour after his arrival the front door to the penthouse opened and Bellatrix and Narcissa entered. Narcissa was carrying a deep blue garment bag, but other than that they seemed totally devoid of shopping bags.
"Lucius!" Bellatrix halted in the hallway when she saw her fiancé, a distinctly frosty glare on her face.
"Surprise," Lucius replied weakly. It was clear Bellatrix was not happy to see him, and he was trying his hardest not to focus on Narcissa who at least had smiled at his presence.
"What are you doing here?" Bellatrix demanded, folding her arms over her chest and glaring at Lucius as though she'd caught him misbehaving in some way.
"I thought I would surprise you, but clearly you're not at all happy to see me," Lucius retorted sharply.
"Of course I'm happy to see you," Bellatrix said, her tone and demeanour softening as she smiled at her fiancé. "I just didn't expect you."
"That is the definition of a surprise," Lucius pointed out. "I thought we could see some sights, and then I could treat you both to a nice dinner."
"That sounds lovely, but maybe I should stay here," Narcissa offered. "I don't want to be a third wheel."
"Nonsense, you wouldn't be anything of the sort," Lucius said, flashing Narcissa a wide smile. He understood what she was trying to do, but quite honestly he would feel terrible leaving her behind while he and Bellatrix enjoyed a night on the town.
"Actually, this could be the perfect solution," Bellatrix mused thoughtfully.
"The perfect solution to what?" Lucius asked.
"Well, I've sorted my dress," Bellatrix said, gesturing to the bag Narcissa had slung over her arm. "So there's no need for me to stay in France. I've got things to do at home, so I could leave. You two could stay another night, and Lucius, you could show Cissy the sights. I know the pair of you would just love traipsing around museums and art galleries all afternoon."
"You want to go home?" Lucius looked at his fiancée in disbelief, hardly able to believe what he was hearing. "I've just arrived and you want to go home."
"I'll leave you two to talk," Narcissa said as she squeezed past Bellatrix and darted down the hallway to the spare room she was staying in.
Narcissa had no sooner shut the bedroom door when Lucius rounded on Bellatrix, demanding to know what was so important that she had to rush home. Unsurprisingly, Bellatrix's motives centred on the dark arts club she frequented and the dark wizard she was growing increasingly in awe of. Lucius could sense the pull Lord Voldemort had on his fiancée, but he had no idea how to counteract it. It was becoming increasingly clear that Bellatrix would rather be with her precious Dark Lord than with the wizard she was going to spend the rest of her life with.
"Please Lucius," Bellatrix begged. "Do this for me. Cissy was so looking forward to this trip, and I'm afraid I haven't been much company for her. You know these cultural things bore me to tears. Please just keep my sister company and show her what Paris has to offer. Just one night, and you can come home tomorrow."
"I have no objection to taking Narcissa out for the afternoon," Lucius said. In fact he rather liked the idea as he knew going to a museum or an art gallery wasn't the sort of activity he could enjoy with his fiancée. "What I don't understand is why you can't stick around and join us for dinner. We'll be going home tomorrow, so what difference does a few hours make?"
"This is something I have to do," Bellatrix insisted stubbornly.
"You know what Bella, do what the hell you like, I don't care," Lucius snarled.
Turning on his heel, he made his way down to the spare room and knocked on the door, aware that his fiancée was watching him. When Narcissa opened the door, he gave her a smile and offered to spend the afternoon visiting the best wizarding attractions in Paris.
"That sounds great," Narcissa replied, glancing over Lucius's shoulder to see if Bellatrix looked mad. She'd heard the yelling, but her sister looked perfectly serene.
"I won't be here when you get back," Bellatrix said as Narcissa grabbed her bag.
"Suit yourself, Bella," Lucius replied with an absent minded shrug of his shoulder. "Narcissa and I are going to enjoy ourselves, and if you don't want to stick around then don't."
Not even bothering to say goodbye to his fiancée, Lucius escorted Narcissa out of the penthouse and the pair apparated into the heart of wizarding Paris. They headed for the largest museum Paris had to offer, and they didn't mention Bellatrix until they were casually strolling among the exhibits.
"I'm sorry about Bella," Narcissa offered. "She's always been stubborn."
"She's the one missing out," Lucius replied, hiding his anger at his fiancée. He felt as though Bellatrix had thrown his gesture right back in his face and even though deep down he was happier to be alone with Narcissa, part of him was put out that the witch he'd made the effort for had used his arrival as an excuse to run back to England and Lord sodding Voldemort.
"You really didn't have to do this, Lucius," Narcissa said. "I know Bella asked you to entertain me, but you didn't have to. I'm a big girl and I can take care of myself."
"I'm sure you can," Lucius replied with a smile. "And just for the record, I'm spending the afternoon with you because I want to. I would never get to come somewhere like this with Bella, and even though I could come on my own, it's so much better to experience it with someone else."
"I know what you mean, I tried visiting a few places yesterday and the day before and it was just boring on my own. I had no-one to talk about the exhibits with, and no-one to debate with over which paintings were better."
"In that case, let the talking and debating commence," Lucius said with a low chuckle.
With the subject of Bellatrix dropped for the moment, the pair tried to enjoy their visit to the museum. For the first half hour things were a bit strained and they were both very aware of the fact Lucius was engaged to Narcissa's sister and that they weren't on a date. Slowly the tension began to drop and they began to interact more freely with one another. By the time they'd been in the museum for nearly two hours and were reaching the last exhibit they were laughing and joking like old friends and all the tension was gone.
"I know a small little art gallery that houses the most wonderful paintings," Lucius said as they exited the museum. "Would you like to visit it?"
"I'd love to," Narcissa replied, letting Lucius take hold of her arm so he could apparate them to another part of wizarding Paris.
On the outskirts of the wizarding part of the French capital, Lucius showed Narcissa the art gallery he'd mentioned. As he'd promised the paintings were wonderful and far more interesting than those they'd just looked at back at the museum. Narcissa was especially captivated by a painting of a couple walking in the rain beside the Eiffel Tower, and she declared it was her favourite piece in the gallery.
"I like this one as well," Lucius said as they stood in front of the picture, admiring the minuscule details the artist had included. "I've often thought of trying to buy it for the manor."
"That would be nice," Narcissa said quietly. She knew her sister would never appreciate the painting, and she felt a flicker of annoyance that her sister might one day live with such a fine piece of art on her walls.
"Maybe one day," Lucius said with a half-smile. Like Narcissa he was thinking about Bellatrix, and how she wouldn't appreciate the picture in the slightest if he bought it.
After admiring the picture for a while longer, they left the gallery and Lucius suggested they head back to the penthouse before going somewhere for dinner. Both of them were wondering if they would find Bellatrix waiting for them when they got back, but they found the penthouse was empty. Bellatrix had taken her wedding dress and she'd gone home. Lucius couldn't find any sign of her in the master bedroom and it was as though she'd never been there. Refusing to dwell on his fiancée and her behaviour, Lucius used magic to fresh himself up and change his clothes into something smarter before returning to escort Narcissa to dinner.
Narcissa had also changed and she was now wearing a deep blue dress with a silver pattern running down the side. She was also wearing the bracelet he'd bought for her the evening they'd attended the charity event together. Lucius had never seen her wear the bracelet since the evening he'd given her it, but it made him smile to see it sparkling on her wrist.
It was hard to have dinner in Paris and not have it being too romantic, but Lucius had done his best in picking a nice restaurant that wasn't overly couple-centric. Even so the evening was still quite intimate and although conversation and laughter flowed between the pair, so did the sexual tension. Lucius couldn't help but appreciate how beautiful Narcissa was, and more importantly how much he genuinely enjoyed her company. He felt a connection with Narcissa that he'd never felt with Bellatrix, or any other witch before her.
"Do you want to go for a walk?" Lucius asked once they'd finished eating and they left the restaurant which was located near to the River Seine.
"I don't think we should," Narcissa replied. The evening had been romantic enough without adding a moonlit walk to proceedings.
Understanding why Narcissa had refused the offer of a walk, Lucius gently took hold of her arm and apparated them back to the penthouse. However when they landed in the middle of the living room he found he didn't want to let her go and say goodnight. He'd enjoyed himself far too much to call it a night and just go to bed.
"Thank you for this afternoon and this evening," Narcissa said, leaning up to give Lucius a peck on the cheek.
Despite knowing it was a bad move, Lucius moved his head at the last moment and Narcissa's soft lips landed on his lips rather than his cheek. Narcissa gasped in surprise, causing her lips to move against his. Unable to resist, Lucius gently kissed Narcissa back until they ran out of air and had to part.
"Oh my," Narcissa whispered, her lips still only millimetres away from Lucius's. The pair may have broken their kiss, but they were still standing very close to each other.
"I'm sorry," Lucius offered, even though he felt anything but sorry. He knew he shouldn't have kissed Narcissa, but he couldn't bring himself to regret it.
"Don't," Narcissa said, gazing into Lucius's deep grey eyes and finding herself unable to move away from him. "I enjoyed it. I shouldn't have, but I did."
"I enjoyed it too," Lucius said, moving in for a second kiss.
Narcissa didn't resist as Lucius kissed her again, and she wrapped her arms around his neck and ran her fingers through his long blond hair as he deepened the kiss. Like Lucius she knew the kiss was wrong, but for something that was wrong it felt so very right. Being in Lucius's arms felt the most natural thing in the world and she couldn't help but let out a little, disappointed groan when they parted for a second time.
"We shouldn't be doing this," she whispered.
"No," Lucius agreed, although he made no move to release Narcissa from his arms and let her go.
"Really," Narcissa pressed, looking up at Lucius. "You're engaged to my sister."
"I know," Lucius replied. "But I can't stop thinking about you, Narcissa. You've gotten under my skin and you're all I think about."
"Lucius, don't," Narcissa begged, placing her hand on Lucius's chest and shaking her head at him. "We can't do this."
"I know we shouldn't do this, but I can't help myself," Lucius replied, snaking his hand into Narcissa's soft blonde hair. "I want you, Narcissa. I need you."
"Lucius," Narcissa whispered with a gasp as she took the initiative and closed the gap between their lips.
When they broke apart for the third time they stood looking at each other for the longest time. Without saying a word, Lucius stepped back and held his hand out for Narcissa. Narcissa knew what Lucius was offering, and even thought she knew it was wrong and that she would likely regret it at some point, she took a deep breath and took hold of his hand. Silently, Lucius led her back towards the master bedroom and they came to a halt just beside the large king sized bed in the centre of the room.
"If we do this we can't take it back," Lucius said thickly. He wanted Narcissa more than ever, but he wanted to be sure she wanted this as much as he did.
"I know," Narcissa replied. "I want this, Lucius. I want you."
Her words were enough to satisfy Lucius and he closed the small gap between them in one stride. Connecting their lips, he ran his hands down her sides, pulling at the zipper on the side of her dress. Still kissing he reached for the shoulders of her dress and slid it down her body. Breaking the kiss, Narcissa stepped out of her heels and kicked her dress away, while Lucius admired the sight of her in her demure peach lingerie.
Unlike Bellatrix who only ever wore daring, dark lacy underwear, Narcissa's lingerie was sweet and almost innocent. However, the sight of Narcissa standing in a pair of silky peach knickers and a matching strapless bra was more arousing to Lucius than anything Bellatrix had ever worn for him.
"Gorgeous," Lucius purred, gently pulling Narcissa back into his embrace.
Narcissa blushed at his compliment, but she didn't let it faze her as she slowly began to unbutton Lucius's shirt. Lucius wanted to tear his clothes from his body, but he remained patient and let Narcissa remove his shirt in her own time. She then turned her attention to his trousers and removed them, leaving him in a pair of dark green underpants that did nothing to hide his arousal.
When Narcissa went to remove his underwear, Lucius stopped her with a laugh as he gathered her up in his arms. "Ladies first," he chuckled as he walked her back towards the large bed.
Together the pair collapsed on the bed and they settled themselves in the middle of the bed. Ever so slowly, Lucius removed Narcissa's underwear, exploring every inch of her exposed skin with his hands and mouth. Narcissa wasn't as curvy and sinful as her sister, but she had a stunning figure and Lucius wasn't the slightest bit disappointed as he gazed down at a flushed Narcissa, spread naked before his hungry grey eyes.
"You're so beautiful," Lucius murmured, his grey eyes sweeping from Narcissa's pert breasts with hard rosebud nipples, down her lean, toned stomach and coming to rest at the apex of her thighs.
"So are you," Narcissa returned, her own gaze lingering on Lucius's Adonis like figure hovering over her. He was still in his underwear, but the bulge was more than enough for her to see that she wasn't going to be disappointed when she got to see the entire package.
Lucius smiled slightly at the compliment, but he was quickly distracted as he spread Narcissa's thighs and dove into the sweetness between her legs. Narcissa closed her eyes and revelled in the feelings Lucius was producing in her as he expertly lavished his undivided attention on her. Narcissa came apart with a whimper, and when she opened her eyes she found Lucius looking up at her with a satisfied smirk on his wet lips.
"You're not the only one who can do that," Narcissa said as Lucius moved back up the bed and pressed his lips against hers.
"Not now," Lucius said. As much as he would love to have Narcissa reciprocate what he'd just done, he wanted more. "Right now, I want to make love to you."
"You won't get any complaints from me," Narcissa whispered, pulling Lucius back in for another brief kiss, before she slid his underpants down his legs and found that he did indeed live up to expectations.
Lucius allowed Narcissa a moment to admire his body, both with her eyes and her hands, before he reconnected their lips and got things back on track. Sliding into Narcissa, he let out a deep groan and had to take a couple of deep breaths to control himself. He'd never felt as alive as he did in that moment, and when he opened his eyes to find Narcissa staring back up at him, Lucius knew he was in love. He knew without a shadow of a doubt that Narcissa Black was the love of his life and he would never feel this way about anyone else.
"Narcissa," he whispered, leaning his forehead against hers as he prepared to lay his heart on the line.
"No," Narcissa returned quietly, putting her finger over his lips. "Don't say it. Don't talk."
At that moment, Lucius knew that he didn't have to tell Narcissa how he felt, because she was feeling the same way. However, she knew that admitting their feelings would only lead to further heartache. They needed to forget about the complications and just enjoy the time they had together, and chances were it would be their one and only time together.
Not wanting to think of what the future held, Lucius pushed his feelings to one side and focused on the physical side of things. Not that it took him long to get back in the moment, and one searing kiss from Narcissa was all it took to get the blood flowing and the passion bubbling between them. With their lips barely parting, the couple began to move at a leisurely pace as they made love as though they had all the time in the world.
Fortunately, time was something the pair did have and they made the most of every single second they had together. Three times they made love, every time crying out together when their orgasms hit them, before they collapsed into an exhausted sleep. Even in sleep they couldn't stand to be parted and they lay entangled naked in each other's arms in the bed where only the night before Bellatrix had slept soundly, never thinking that her sister and fiancé would betray her in such a way.
