Chapter 9: The Morning After
Here's the next chapter guys. I'm hoping I'll be able to keep updating regularly on this story. I'm currently writing chapter 15 and it's proving a bit of a bugger to write, but I'm getting there! So, onwards! It's the morning after the night before…
Lucius turned onto his side, stretching limbs heavy with sleep. She was facing him, hair half covering her face. The side furthest away from him was out of the thin cover, one leg elegantly placed across the bed. Lucius cocked his head a touch to see the time on the clock. She was still asleep and he didn't want to wake her…not yet anyway, but already he could feel his cock stirring at the sight of the half-naked witch in his bed, along with the memory of last night. He had never experienced any woman suck him so wonderfully before. He let his eyes flit to the perfect mouth in question, then back to the clock. It was half past seven. He watched as the seconds ticked away, eventually deciding he definitely wouldn't wake her. No. He wouldn't. He would watch her sleep instead, and attempt to stem the increasingly insistent throb between his legs. She moved a fraction, the cover slipping to expose a tantalising glimpse of pert breast. Her eyes fluttered momentarily and then were open, gazing up at him watching her intently, the ever-present smirk dominating his features. He noted she hesitated a moment before smiling up at him coyly: "Hi" she said simply.
Lucius moved further up the bed until he was in a sitting position, Lucinda following suit. "Good morning. I trust you slept well. I certainly did" He took a moment to run his hand across the curve of her hip, relishing the feel of her skin beneath his fingers.
Lucinda let out a soft giggle, shifting herself closer into him before whispering: "Oh yes, I slept very soundly. It must be your wonderful…hospitality, Mr. Malfoy" her fingers grazed over his chest.
"Hmmm, well I'm glad you enjoyed my hospitality. Although I must say, you are a very worthwhile guest, Miss. Lovegood" Lucius dipped his head, and when his lips touched hers once more it felt oddly comforting, and it served to make his cock painfully hard. He watched her eyes flit to the tenting material below his waist.
"I should say I am. I appear to have made quite the impression" She teased, letting the material covering her breasts slide down to pool on the bed.
"Quite the impression" Lucius agreed, taking her nipple into his mouth, allowing his tongue to dart across it in playful touches before sucking it hard into him, his teeth grazing the now firm bud. Lucinda gently pushed on his shoulders and he relinquished his efforts, letting her guide him back to sit against the carved wood of the headboard. Normally he wouldn't have let himself be so passive in these sorts of situations, but when she pulled back the sheet and moved to straddle his thighs he had an idea of what she had in mind and was more than happy to let her play that out. She was so close to him, her hair tickled his face as she leant in to kiss him. Lucius watched as she lowered herself onto his cock achingly slowly.
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Lucinda gasped as she felt him sliding into her. She slowed her pace even more, wanting to savour the feeling of him filling her so perfectly. She threw her head back instinctively, continuing her descent until he was fully inside, her thighs resting at either side of his. Suddenly she was shook out of her rapture by a hand under her chin, gently but insistently pulling her head forwards: "I want you to look at me while you fuck me, witch" he spoke, his hand remaining there for several seconds. Lucinda could only do as he asked, leaning her forehead into his, their breathing increasing in intensity with each movement of her hips against him. They continued in this vein for several minutes, Lucinda merely rocking her hips and grinding onto him. She felt his hands move slowly up the curve of her back, fingers almost tickling her with their softness. Arching her back into his touch, she lifted herself off his cock gradually, relishing in the feel of him grazing her inner walls as she did so. Lucius grunted deeply, their faces still a hairsbreadth away from each other. She remained still for a moment, enjoying the sweet agony she was clearly inflicting on them both before lowering herself fully onto him again. And then rising up once more, further this time until he nearly fell from her completely. She couldn't help but notice Lucius' eyes flitting shut as she lowered herself more rapidly. She let her tongue cross his bottom lip seductively before he pulled her into him, kissing her roughly, his own tongue tangling around hers. Lucinda moved faster on him, her need to feel him come inside her again pushing her forward. His hands moved further down to grip the firm flesh of her arse, forcing her down on his cock as he came. Watching him come was so intriguing, Lucinda thought. She felt the warmth of him rise inside her, and his face twisted in what almost looked akin to a grimace as another deep groan rose in his chest. Lucinda couldn't hold herself back as she continued to ride him and she broke, moaning loudly as the fluttering of her muscles became deep, satisfying clenches against his still-hard cock inside her.
They lay back across the mass of sheets and throws and Lucinda sighed happily, a smile coming across her face.
"What?" She heard Lucius ask. He was turned on his side again to face her, an amused look on his features.
She shook her head a fraction: "Nothing. You can hardly expect me not to be smiling after that. I suppose I was just thinking how wonderfully…unexpected and odd this whole situation is"
"I suppose. The unexpected can be discomforting to some, but it can also be when the most pleasing circumstances occur, wouldn't you agree?"
"Yes, I would." She rested her head against his chest. His heart was beating steadily, drumming a never ending beat of life within him. So there was the proof that he definitely did have one- and there had been Lucinda assuming for all these years that Lucius Malfoy was a heartless villain.
"So… it's a Sunday…do you want me to stay or…" she suddenly felt unusually nervous. What if he didn't want her to stay? How would she feel if he chucked her out onto the doorstep like a late-night conquest he'd rather forget?
He lifted his head slightly to look at her, her head still fixed to his chest. She couldn't look him in the eye. Her stomach lurched confusedly. "Why would I not want you to stay? Unless of course, you do not want to. I was planning to continue cataloguing the library, however I can think of some things I'd much rather be doing today"
"Of course I want to. If I didn't want to, I wouldn't have come back last night. I bet you can think of things we can do to occupy the time!" Lucinda replied, sitting up from him and throwing her legs over the side of the bed. She noted his eyes followed her as she rose slowly and, stretching languidly, walked around to stand at the end of the bed.
Lucius also rose from the bed and walked towards her. Lucinda watched how his body flexed elegantly as he walked, and how tall he was as he reached her. He was at least six foot. She let his arm curl around her and pull her to him, his free hand stroking across her cheek gently.
"Before we go about err, occupying the time, is there somewhere I can freshen up?"
His thumb continued stroking along her cheekbone while his mouth moved ever closer to hers. Lucinda parted her lips instinctively, but he stopped a breath away. His eyes were looking into her, the deep grey almost sparkling in the light that peeked through the heavy curtains still drawn across the windows.
"Of course there is somewhere. I hope you are not implying that I do not wash" He spoke seriously, but Lucinda detected the teasing lilt to his voice. She laughed, their lips still oddly close yet not touching.
"No, I can assure you that I could tell you showered pretty recently. Besides, considering your home is several times the size of my entire apartment building, I assumed you had room for bathroom facilities"
He chuckled softly: "There is. The bathroom is through there." Finally he brought his lips against hers and they stood entwined against the bed for several moments.
"Well, I'm going to go for a shower if that's ok. I won't be long" Lucinda spoke as she headed for the bathroom. As she glanced back over her shoulder she noted Lucius flick his hand absent-mindedly, the curtains pulling themselves open to reveal a sunny spring morning outside.
The bathroom was as Lucinda had expected it to be; elegantly decorated and spacious. It had a grey marble floor with matching tiles filling the walls. The shower itself was basically a large fitted glass panel across the far wall, which made it fully open at either end. Much better than the upright coffin I call a shower, Lucinda pondered as she switched it on and stepped under, letting the hot water run over her. She moved her hand back through her hair, pushing her fringe back off her face. As she ran her hands down and over her shoulders, she flinched slightly. There was now several deep purple bite marks scattered there. She let one finger continue running back and forth, almost fascinated by them. She had felt nothing but pleasure when he had inflicted them last night, and even now the memory of him kissing and biting down her neck and shoulders had her instantly wet. Trying to regain some self-control, Lucinda reached for the bar of soap across from her. However, before her hand had touched it, she felt strong arms wrapping around her waist.
"And there was me thinking I'd be able to have a relaxing, peaceful shower" Lucinda spoke over the sound of water pouring from overhead. Although her words portrayed annoyance, she leaned back into his embrace, resting her head against his upper chest.
His hand wandered down from her waist: "And what makes you so certain that it won't be relaxing, hmmm?" Lucius asked, reaching between her legs, swiftly finding her already throbbing clit and rubbing along it gently with his index finger.
A whimper escaped her at the sheer perfectness of his touch and she let herself lean yet further into him, one arm still holding her: "Fuck, don't stop that."
"I won't" he murmured against her. After several minutes of what Lucinda could only describe as sheer bliss, he spun her around abruptly to face him, and their lips entangled desperately as Lucinda felt herself backed against the wall. She took a sharp intake of breath as her warm wet skin came into contact with the cold tiles. His erection was pressed against her thigh, and Lucinda lifted her leg around his hips, pulling him closer. She felt like she could never get him close enough to her. He lifted her off her feet easily and she let her other leg wrap around him, the hot water beating a soothing rhythm against her back. He positioned himself at her entrance and pushed inside, the force sending Lucinda further up the wall and making her cry out in pleasure at having him inside her so suddenly. She had her arms wrapped around his neck for support, hands playing with the now soaked hair at the nape of it. Lucius was stood with his legs apart, driving his cock into her over and over again until she felt almost feverish with the intensity. He was moving in just the right way to catch her clit with each thrust forward. Lucius moaned forcefully, so loud it almost shocked her, and buried his head against her neck.
"Please don't stop." Lucinda breathed against him, the constant stream of water slipping between their bodies.
"Don't stop what exactly?" he asked, mouth against her ear before moving his lips to scatter open-mouthed kisses down her neck. She felt his tongue lick directly across the angry marks he made the previous evening; soothing them and causing her to buck her hips into him.
"Don't stop fucking me Lucius, I want you to fuck me hard"
He didn't reply, but she could hear him breathing heavily, and he gripped her arse hard, thrusting into her aching cunt, doing exactly as she had asked of him. His body stiffened against hers and he exploded deep inside her, the sound of their moans rising into the otherwise silent bathroom. The room seemed to spin on an axis, and although Lucinda had her eyes open she didn't see anything. Her muscles tensed and clenched in perfect unison and her inner walls clamped down on his cock over and over again. They stayed very still for several minutes after they had come, Lucius still holding her against him with ease.
When their breathing had finally returned to normal and Lucinda felt she could safely use her legs again, they separated. She half expected him to leave her to it now he'd got what he wanted, but was glad when he stepped back under the water, wrapping his arms around her again. She couldn't help admiring his body as she watched him shower. It was usual for wizards, particularly powerful ones, to grow old at a much slower rate than the average muggle. But he certainly didn't look his age. Come to think of it, she wasn't even completely sure of his actual age. She knew Draco must be in his early 20s now, and so she surmised that Lucius must be at least 45, possibly older. His whole body was lean and strong yet oddly delicate looking at the same time. She felt that he looked akin to a beautiful statue you might find in an ancient courtyard somewhere. She was shaken out of her musings by Lucius' voice. He'd put his hands on her hips, remnants of soap bubbles still on his arms.
"My dear, did no one ever teach you it's rude to stare"
She felt her face flush red even above the heat now emanating around them from the steam: "I wasn't staring, I was…contemplating. In your direction. It's not the same thing"
He nodded slowly, clearly unconvinced, but he was smiling at her. Not a smirk for once, but an actual, indistinct, smile. "I see. And what were you contemplating exactly?"
"I don't think I want to say. I'm pretty sure your ego doesn't need any more stroking!"
He chuckled. "If you insist. However you are aware that I am a skilled legilimens and I could, if I so chose, see exactly what you were thinking"
"Huh, I see. Well how do you know that I'm not a skilled occlumens?"
"Very true. Are you?" he asked from under the shower's spray.
"Well…no. But it's an invasion of privacy to use those sorts of powers when they aren't strictly necessary. Although something tells me there have been times when you haven't stuck to that mantra" she brought her lips to his briefly, enjoying the slip of his tongue against hers.
"I will admit that I have often strayed from that ideal yes. Only when it was necessary, of course. Do not worry, I would not invade the privacy of your thoughts. Having had my own invaded against my will on a regular basis, I found much less enjoyment in doing it myself"
"Well, thank you." She ran her hands down his chest, looking up to him. She noticed the hot water had caused a slight flush along his high cheekbones.
"I shall leave you to finish." Lucinda watched as he stepped out from the shower, conjuring a towel and wrapping it around his waist.
After washing her hair, Lucinda switched the shower off and headed back into the bedroom. Lucius was already dressed and sitting on the edge of the bed putting some cufflinks into his dark coloured shirt. She edged over to the side of the bed, picking up her underwear and dress discarded there the night before.
"I guess I'll be dressed for dinner again!" she laughed, walking back around the bed and placing the clothes next to him .
Lucius reached for his wand and pointed it at a large carved wardrobe in the corner of the room: "Replete vestibus"
"What was that for?" Lucinda asked.
Lucius stood, doing up the final few buttons on the shirt. She let her eyes watch his hands and even as they moved away her eyes stayed at the collar of his shirt.
"Clothes. There should be selection in your size. I'm sure there will be something you like. I shall go and request breakfast for us. Are you hungry?" he asked.
"Oh I see, thank you. Yes I guess I am hungry. What exactly do you mean by 'request breakfast'?" Lucinda moved towards the wardrobe. Inside was a range of dresses, jeans and tops, all Lucinda's size and exactly the styles she liked. The man was impressive, she thought. Keeping the wardrobe door ajar, she let her damp towel drop on to the carpet.
"I have a house elf I employ several days a week for household duties. Come downstairs when you're ready. There's a lounge on your right." And with that he was gone.
The Lovegood's had never employed a house elf, not having the money nor the need for one, but she supposed she shouldn't be surprised that Lucius had one. She didn't expect he would be slaving over a stove to cook her breakfast, or to cook any meal for that matter. It was his demeanour that surprised her now rather than the house elf revelation. One minute it seemed he was affectionate, opening up to her even, the next it was all stiff collar and a distance that left her cold. She couldn't figure him out at all. Perhaps that's part of the attraction, she reminded herself. Sighing, Lucinda began rifling through the contents of the wardrobe. She picked out a pair of dark blue jeans and a silk camisole, finally settling on a black cardigan to go over it. She dressed and flicked her wand to dry her hair, checking her reflection in the mirror. Deciding she looked presentable, Lucinda headed down the large staircase, arriving in the grand entrance hall of Malfoy Manor.
She took a chance to glance around. She hadn't noticed any details of the place the previous night, so wrapped up had she been in the man who owned the house. It was beautifully decorated, with an expensive looking marble floor and antique vases set on occasion tables that rested either side of two large portraits. Lucinda tiptoed down the final few stairs, hoping Lucius wouldn't hear her so she could have a chance to get a better look at the paintings. They were both women. One was dark eyed with dark hair piled high on her head. She wore a floor length black dress with green and gold embroidery worked into the fabric at the bodice. She looked down at Lucinda with a disapproving sneer before turning her head swiftly to the side, looking out of her frame towards the front door. Clearly to this woman any view was better than that of some ignoble witch invading what was once her home. Lucinda rolled her eyes before moving along to the second of the two portraits. This woman was the stark opposite to the other. She was beautiful. Her hair was almost white blonde and her eyes were a deep blue-green. Her face was much kinder as well, yet it still had haughty nobility to it. It instantly made Lucinda think of Lucius. She wondered if it was his Mother in the portrait. So captivated was she by the painting, she didn't hear the door to the drawing room open beside her.
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Lucius heard her footsteps pass by outside. When she didn't enter he opened the door to see her standing to one side of the hall, staring up at the portraits hung there. She only turned as he stepped towards her, and she gave him a watery smile.
"Sorry. I couldn't help myself. Are they relations I presume?"
He found himself looking up at the paintings too. He couldn't remember the last time he had looked at them closely.
"Yes, they are. The dark haired witch was my grandmother." He paused "The other is of my mother"
"I thought she might be. She's very beautiful"
This was all getting too uncomfortable for Lucius' liking. Suddenly it felt like his shirt collar was too tight. He quickly changed the subject back to the present.
"Breakfast is ready in the drawing room."
Lucinda nodded and followed him back out of the hall. He watched her glance briefly at her surroundings when the entered. She seemed a little uncomfortable herself, as if she wasn't sure what to do next. He turned and walked back, putting his arms around her and bending to kiss her. She snaked her arms around his neck and moaned softly into him. He could smell the soap she had used in the shower and feel the warmth of her skin against him. After a moment, he tore his lips reluctantly away from hers and moved back towards the table, which was set with plates and cutlery.
"Come, sit down."
She followed his lead and sat next to him, taking off the cardigan she was wearing and placing it over the back of the chair. She was wearing tight jeans that accentuated the curve of her hips perfectly, and the silk top was cut as if it was made for her. Lucius let his gaze linger on her body for moment too long. When he moved his eyes back up to her face she was smirking triumphantly: "Does my outfit gain your approval, Mr. Malfoy?"
He placed his napkin back down on the table and picked up the teapot that had been set in the middle of it, pouring some of its contents into Lucinda's cup: "I would say so. Clearly I have excellent taste to have conjured something so fitting for you"
"Clearly" she replied sarcastically, bringing the steaming cup to her lips. He didn't feel the need to reply, he was too busy examining her movements. She sipped at the tea elegantly before placing it back down with a gentle 'clink' on the saucer. "Wow, this looks…expansive. In my house you'd be lucky to get a bowl of cereal if I'm honest"
"Well it does help to have a house elf to do these things for you when required. Please, help yourself"
She reached out and picked up a pastry from a plate at the centre of the table: "How long have you employed a house elf?"
Lucius poured his own tea before answering her. He admired her inquisitiveness, even if it was more than he had been used to over the past few years. People tended not to ask him much at all. He supposed it must be down to the nature of her chosen career. As a healer, Lucius knew they were expected to deduct conclusions from any and all information they could gather from patients, and the ward she worked on was notorious for having patients that lacked capacity to give much information readily.
"I have employed Scrimpy for several years now. And, before you expand your questioning, I am fully in line with the new Ministry bill on elfish welfare. Of course, we had another house elf prior to employing Scrimpy, although I'm sure you know how that ended"
She nodded solemnly: "Yes. Luna was ever so upset over Dobby. They all were. Without him, I'm not sure my sister would have gotten out of…"
Lucinda was silent and she had stopped eating, placing the remnants of the pastry back on the plate and sighing deeply. Lucius finished her sentence for her: "Here. I am aware of the strange ways our pasts intertwine Lucinda."
"Hmmm. I'm not really sure what we're doing."
"Sometimes it's best not to know why we do the things we do" He leaned across to her a little and cupped her face. When he kissed her he didn't detect any resistance on her part, her lips parted for him just as willingly as they had the previous evening. "Now, I suggest that, after breakfast, I could show you around the gardens. Some fresh air might take your mind off these…in-depth philosophical questions" He proposed.
She laughed lightly, his hand still gently cupping her cheek: "Yeah that sounds good."
The rest of breakfast passed without any mention of their respective pasts, and Lucius found himself relaxing more in her presence. She was clearly highly intelligent and they discussed books and ancient spells openly, something he had not been able to do with many. When the cups were empty and they had practically cleared the table of food, Lucius rose from his seat and strode to the door to get his coat and his cane: "If you are ready, then we shall head outside. Would you like me to conjure you a coat?"
She pushed her chair back under the table, grabbing her cardigan from the back of it: "I think I should be ok, thank you. Besides" she walked up to him, their eyes searing into each other's "I was assuming, or hoping anyway, that you would warm me up if I get cold"
Lucius finished pulling his coat across his shoulders. "I'm sure that can be arranged. We shall head out of this door. It leads to the wooded part of the gardens, it looks very beautiful this time of year"
"You have different 'parts' of your garden. Interesting. Most people have a square…or a rectangle if they're lucky"
It hadn't been his aim necessarily to impress her, but Lucius found her assessment of his house rather amusing: "I am not most people, as I'm sure you are aware"
"Yes, I am certainly aware of that Lucius." They were outside now, taking the stone steps down into the Malfoy Manor gardens. There was a fountain that dominated the courtyard, two entwined serpents that gushed water from their open mouths. Lucius noted as they passed that the stone was growing dirty and made a mental note to speak to his estate manager about getting it cleaned. Lucinda had stopped next to the fountain.
"Why am I not surprised that you're fountain is made of carved snakes! It's beautifully created though"
"Yes, it's been at the Manor since my Great Grandfather lived here. The snake is not just linked with the Slytherin house, but also with the Malfoy family."
She turned and looked up at him, shielding her eyes slightly from the early morning sun. He noticed how her eyes seemed to have changed colour, the amber in them becoming brighter in the sunlight. "I see. Are they part of your family crest?"
"Yes. There are several entwined around the centre of the crest itself. It is said to signify a guardianship of our nobility. Snakes were thought to be a powerful protective guardian, and a representation of good and evil."
He turned from looking at the fountain to Lucinda. She was staring at him curiously, nodding before replying: "Hmmm, most people believe the snake to be a symbol of wickedness, however I am aware of their origins in wizarding mythology. Your family must go back a long way."
"Yes. The Malfoy line has been traced back to the days of the great wizard Ignorius in the 10th Century. I am sure that the Lovegood family has its own crest, does it not?"
"Yes, as far as I'm aware. I haven't paid much attention to our history if I'm honest. I know that my Father's family goes back to at least the 17th Century under the name Lovegood. My Mother's maiden surname was Allarde. She was from Southern France. I don't know anything about her side of the family, and she never spoke about it." Lucinda shrugged lightly, bringing her arms around herself. Lucius leant his cane against the fountain, taking off his coat and placing it around her shoulders. It was several sizes too big and she had to pull it around herself to stop it from falling onto the ground.
She smiled up at him and kissed him softly: "Thank you. No man has ever given me his coat to wear before"
"You are welcome. I can't have you being cold now can I, despite the fact that I did offer to conjure you one"
He watched with barely disguised amusement as she visibly rolled her eyes: "You're ruining the moment. Just when I was about to say that you are very gentlemanly."
Lucius smirked in her direction, moving in to her so that his height made him tower over her. "I'm sure there are many who would disagree with that statement Miss. Lovegood. And I apologise for, as you say, ruining the moment. I shall try my hardest not to ruin this one" When they kissed again, she wrapped her arms around his waist, whilst their mouths entangled languidly.
When they parted, he heard Lucinda clear her throat lightly: "Well, you certainly didn't ruin that!"
"Glad to hear it. Now, I think we shall go this way. That's if you're not too cold to continue our walk?"
"No I'm not feeling cold now" she gestured to the coat still hung across her "Lead on!"
Now that's a Sunday morning! ;) I'll update again pretty soon, in the meantime please so leave a comment/review if you want to (they really help me know what you like and what you don't!), or to add the story to your 'follow' or 'favourite' list! X
