Dear Readers,

Here it is, the chapter that I've been putting off for as long as possible. You know how much I hate writing sex scenes, especially transitory sex scenes with character development. They take me forever to write. Hopefully it meets expectations.

Littlekat1010

It was only the second kiss they had shared. The first had been at the Ministry for the ceremony. Lucius had thought before that the girl might be uncomfortable kissing him, that it would be too intimate for them. And perhaps it was. But Severus had pointed out that at her age, kissing was probably the only thing she had serious experience with. Lucius realized that he was right.

It was a brief kiss, and entirely one sided. Lucius pulled back a little to look at his bride. It was clear that she hadn't expected that. "Relax" He breathed softly.

He lowered his head to kiss her again, and this time her lips were not as stiff. He let this kiss linger. He pulled back again and smiled a little at her. "This is a waltz, Ginevra. If you lean into me, and follow my lead, we will dance. If you don't, you will stumble, as you did last night."

"Last night you caught me before I fell." Her response held the question she hadn't dared to voice aloud. How patient can I trust you to be?

Lucius smoothed her left eyebrow with his thumb. "And I will continue to catch you until you can waltz without a single misstep. Now, shall we try that again?" The girl nodded.

This time when he kissed her, he moved his hands from where they had rested on her shoulders, down to the small of her back, pulling her close to him. He felt her consciously relax her muscles, and begin to kiss him back. One hand moved to the back of her head, and his lips parted just a little. To his surprise, she responded by parting her own lips. Severus had been right. This, at least, was an area where she was comfortable. He kept his pace even, slowly deepening the kiss, running his tongue along her lower lip. When he finally released her, she was panting a little.

His eyes flickered down her form, and he felt himself stirring at the thought of having her beneath him again. He summoned his self control and kissed her again, and this time, his kiss was faster, more intense. He ran his tongue over her lips, and was granted access. He gently backed her up so that her back was against the bedroom wall, and broke the kiss off. He searched her face, and although the look of terror was gone, she was clearly apprehensive.

He reached down and grasped her wrists, bringing them up to his chest. "Unclasp my robe." He spoke quietly. She reached for the clasp, and the dark green robe fell to the floor. "Now my shirt." She hesitated a little, but her hands found his collar. She was trembling so badly that she had trouble with the small buttons that lined the front of his shirt.

"I'm sorry, I—"

His hands clasped hers, stopping her before she had successfully undone the fourth button. "Breathe, Ginevra. We are in no hurry." His body was urging him otherwise, but he stood patiently while she worked the rest of the buttons from their loops, and pushed his shirt from his shoulders. He didn't move as she tugged at his sleeves, and let the shirt drop beside the robe.

Lucius cupped her cheek and kissed her softly. "Go on, Ginevra. Touch me. It's only skin." He dropped his arms, as she hesitantly placed her small hand on his toned chest. Lucius was well aware that he was in excellent shape, and was glad that at least his bride needn't be disgusted by his body.

She looked up at him, uncertain, and he nodded his approval.

"My turn." He said, and she tensed considerably. He leaned down and kissed her forehead, then each eyelid. He grasped the hem of her shirt and pulled. She obligingly put her arms up over her head. The moment he pulled the shirt from her arms, Lucius pulled her close to him. He relished in the feeling of her skin on his, while his hands found the clasp of her skirt. He stepped back and let it pool around her feet on the floor, leaving only her underclothes to cover her. Ginevra instinctively wrapped her arms around her midriff, but Lucius pulled them firmly away.

"Don't hide yourself from me, Ginevra."

She was blushing furiously. Lucius kissed her deeply, bringing her back into familiar territory, until she had once more relaxed into him. He pressed her into the wall, knowing that she could feel his erection through his pants. He stepped back and drank her figure in, pleased that she kept her arms by her sides. He grasped her hands again, this time bringing them down to his waist. She took a deep breath, and unbuttoned his pants. She slid them down with trembling hands, kneeling as Lucius stepped out of them. Her eyes flitted up to his, then back to his boxers. His erection strained against them. He nodded, stroking the top of her head reassuringly. She pulled his boxers down, and he inhaled sharply as they caught painfully on his erection.

The girl paused, and bit her lip uncertainly. "I'm sorry."

Lucius shook his head, and gave her a reassuring smile. "No apologies, Ginevra. You're doing fine."

She tried again, this time successfully pulling them over him. When he was fulling nude, she hesitated, and looked up at him from her kneeling position, the question she was too shy to ask nearly screaming from her eyes.

Lucius reached his hand down to her and pulled her up. "No, Ginevra. I would not ask that act of you, not tonight." The relief was evident in her face, and he was reminded once again of her low opinion of him. He took her gently by the shoulders and turned her away from him, unclasping her bra and dropping it to the floor. He wrapped his arms around her midriff and kissed her neck softly. He continued to caress her neck with his lips while his hands slipped her underwear over her hips. They dropped of their own accord the rest of the way.

He was acutely aware of how her body language had changed since their successful kissing session. She was tense, alert, and her breathing had shallowed considerably. He rested his hands on her hips, his member pressing into her back.

"Tell me what you are thinking." He breathed into her ear.

"I'm afraid."

He had known that already, but it was good that she could voice her fear aloud. "Are you afraid of me? Or of the pain you felt last time?"
"You caused the pain, last time."

His breath caught, and he pushed down the indignation he felt at her words. If she hadn't fought him, he wouldn't have become angry.

"Yes I did."

There was a long silence. Lucius held the girl close to him, aware that she was holding her breath in anticipation. She was afraid she had made him angry. He took a deep breath; if he proved her right, this would be harder the next time around. He turned her around to face him, pulled her naked body close to his, and kissed her. He didn't hurt her, but he wasn't gentle as he had been, either. This kiss was about control. At first she was like stone, taken aback by the sudden aggression, but he felt her relax against him, and open her mouth to let him in. He pulled back and looked into her eyes. Then he crossed to the bed and sat down, his erection resting up against his stomach. Lucius held out his hand to her.

There was a long pause, and for a moment, he was certain she was going to refuse him, resist him again. But then she crossed to him and took it. There was no resistance in her eyes, only a deep vulnerability that served to remind him how fragile she was. She put on a defiant, tough face, but she was, after all, only a frightened girl.

He guided her down so that she lay on her back, and he saw her eyes welling up. A single tear escaped, and he caught it with this thumb. She blinked the rest of them away.

"We are going to do this a little differently tonight, Ginevra." He propped himself up on one elbow, leaning over her and stroking her hair as he spoke. His voice was gentle, soothing. "It will hopefully make things a little easier." Lucius knew from experience that while the missionary position was the most common with newlyweds and virgins, it was not actually the position most conducive for an easy entrance. "Turn over onto your side, away from me." She obeyed, stretching one arm up under her head. Lucius made certain she was comfortable, then lay down so that his stomach was pressed up against her back.

"Try to relax, Ginevra. Just feel." He began to kiss her neck again, something that she had been comfortable with before. His hand was pressed gently against her stomach, and he moved it up slowly, tracing circles between her breasts, down her right arm, and over her hip. He ran his thumb over her nipples, one at a time, until they stood erect from the attentions. He gently caressed every area of her body, avoiding only her most private place. He waited until her eyes were closed, and she had relaxed under his patient administrations. When he finally parted her legs and dipped his fingers into her folds, he found that she was dry. He was a little disappointed, if not too surprised. He hadn't expected to truly arouse her. The negative feelings she had toward him were too strong to allow that. But she was naked, lying next to him, and relatively relaxed. That was something.

He summoned the opened bottle of lubricant to him, and dipped his pointer finger in. She gasped a little at the cold, wet feeling when he contacted her folds again.

"What is that?"

He marveled again at her innocence. "It's a lubricant. It will help prepare you for me. Just stay focused on relaxing. Breathe."

He slipped one finger into her, and nearly moaned aloud at how tight she was. He gentle pumped his finger in and out of her. He removed it, and re lubricated before adding a second finger. He felt her tense when she felt the intrusion of the third finger, so he took it extra slowly, letting her adjust a little bit at a time. When he was confident that she was as prepared as she would be, he slipped his fingers from her and coated himself liberally in lubricant. He leaned into her and spoke softly. "I'm going to enter you now." She tensed. "Shhhhh, stay relaxed. You are doing a beautiful job."

He pulled her top leg up and toward him, resting it on his thigh. With his other hand, he guided himself to her entrance. Slowly, he pushed into her, an inch at a time, reminding her in gentle tones to breathe. When he reached the place where her hymen had been, he pushed the rest of the way in one fluid motion. For a moment, they lay there, neither one speaking.

"Are you ok?" His voice was a little breathless.

He heard a sniff, and knew that she was crying again. "I'm fine. It – it was only a pinch this time. Mostly just uncomfortable."

Lucius kissed her neck gently. "I will make this as short as possible." He began to move slowly, paying close attention to her body language. When he was certain that he wasn't hurting her, he picked up the pace. For a man with his stamina, taking his gratification so quickly was a blow to his pride, but he pushed it aside and let himself release as quickly as the urge came upon him.

When he had recovered, he pulled out of her and muttered the cleaning charm beneath his breath. He summoned a robe for each of them, and helped her sit up and cover herself. Her braided hair had loosened, and her face was flushed. She looked unsure of herself. Lucius sat down on the edge of the bed and looked at her.

"Are you ok?" He asked again, and this time he wasn't speaking of her physical well being.

Another tear, the second of the morning, rolled down her cheek. "I think so."

"Did I hurt you?"

Ginevra shook her head. "You were gentle." She looked up at him, and he saw how tired she was. He remembered that she had hardly slept the night before.

"Here, drink this." he handed her a dreamless sleep potion. "I'll wake you nearer to dinner time."

She took it gratefully, and within ten minutes, she was fast asleep in his bed.

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