K: Kiss
The first kiss catches him off guard.
Lucius is just stepping out of the shower when Narcissa comes in trailing silk and lace. He's barely said good morning before she kisses him, soft and tender and fleeting. He bends, tries to lean in, tries to pull her to him but she's already floating away, chattering about dinner with her parents next weekend.
The second kiss also catches him off guard.
Lucius is reading the morning paper at the breakfast table when Narcissa plants herself in his lap, "Interesting article?"
He's about to answer when she kisses him, it tingles and burns, in a good way, and god he wants more but she's off again, disappearing up the stairs before he can catch her.
He thinks he's spotted a pattern by the third kiss but really he hasn't.
She shows up at his office with Draco and a picnic basket and would you like to join us for lunch? Lucius takes the rest of the day off, and is rewarded with a kiss. He holds her still this time but Narcissa manages to slip away when Draco jumps onto his back, demanding to be carried.
Lunch is good, they find a shady spot in the park and spend hours answering every question Draco's two year old mind can come up with (mostly things like 'why is the sky blue?' you know, important stuff).
Lucius is ambushed with ten more lovely, wonderful, infuriatingly too short kisses by the end of the day.
He's waiting for her behind the door, watching her put Draco to bed and the minute she's in the hall he's got her arms pinned above her head and her back against a convenient side table.
"You're trapped," he tells her.
"Oh my,"
"What game are you playing, wife?"
She smiles up at him, tongue poking out to wet her lips, arching her back to press her hips to his, "It's Valentine's Day."
He initiates the fourteenth kiss.
It's passionate and hungry and they almost don't make it back to their bedroom.
It's been a good day.