Chapter 10- Safe Guard
There was a sudden flicker in his eyes that seemed to betray his words; she noticed it, she thought out loud.
" Nothing…am I really, nothing to you Lucius?" she asked, her tone low and soft.
She shifted her weight so her body leant back against the table beneath him slightly; she looked up at him from under long, dark eyelashes, her face was calm now, gentle and slightly quizzical.
He surveyed her; his expression unreadable, his grip did not loosen.
"Why did you come here?" she was almost whispering now.
He did not answer.
She managed to wriggle a hand free and began toying with the buttons on his cloak, running her fingers across them gently.
" You could have sent Narcissa to tell me not to leave here again."
Her hand ran along the velvet material on his upper chest, his breathing was slow and measured now.
" I am master in this house, I will dictate my own orders." He replied at last, though his voice was now soft and rumbling.
" I think this has more to do with than orders." She said, delicately running her fingers through the ends of his long, blond hair, it felt silky and light.
"I beg to differ." He murmured, unable to conceal his interest as she wound a lock of his hair round her finger.
Eleanor was desperate now, she would soon meet Voldemort, she needed a safe guard incase it all went horribly wrong. She decided to play Lucius at his own game.
She leant herself against his chest, and tipped her head back, gazing up into his eyes.
"Lucius." She whispered
He made no reply but was now watching her intently.
" Will you protect me?" her right hand toyed with the top button of his cloak by his throat and undone it.
" Why on earth would I do that?" he replied, his voice was deep and intoxicating, no longer harsh or cold.
" For me." She said simply, her hand was undoing the last of his buttons,
"You?" he felt her hand against his chest beneath his shirt, he didn't move.
"Being head of the Death Eaters, I'm sure you can grant me some small amount of leniency?" Her hand moved down below his stomach, and began to gently caress his erection through the material of his trousers.
She knew that appealing to his arrogance by acting as though she was at his mercy would flatter him.
"For me?" she repeated, squeezing him gently.
For a moment he was silent, watching her from an expressionless face.
"For you." He said simply.
Eleanor was shocked by his reply; a warm sense of relief rushed through her.
Resisting the urge to grin, she pressed her lips against his, gently, she kissed him, savoring his taste, and suddenly realizing he was doing the same; a thrill of excitement swept over her.
Their embrace was passionate, she felt his lips linger on hers with enthralling desire.
What was it they were sharing? Lust? Passion? Love? Eleanor was suddenly deeply confused; this could never be love, what was it then - desperation?
They both needed to be protected from the wrath of Lord Voldemort, maybe this was the only way they could be safe…