Chapter Four
Lucius moans, pressing himself against Circe's soft body. He has her pinned against a desk, though she gasps with pleasure from his movements. Lucius wraps a hand around her long blonde hair and pulls it back, leaning in and kissing her. Circe smiles, looking up at him with bright eyes.
She moves with him until he climaxes, grinning against the desk.
Eventually, Lucius pulls away, fixing his pants and combing back his hair. He lets out a heavy breath as he recomposes himself, not looking at Circe.
Circe smiles at Lucius, sliding back into her skirt but leaving her shirt unbuttoned. "Well that was fun," she says with a bit of a purr, biting the side of her mouth.
Lucius grunts, not acknowledging her. He moves to the door, but Circe stops him, standing in the way of his exit. She places a hand on his chest and smiles, straightening his tie. Her hand moves up to fix his hair as well, but Lucius stops her, grabbing her wrist. "Don't touch my hair," he mutters, pushing her hand away.
"I've been thinking," Circe says, moving her hand back down to his chest. "It was clearly a mistake this summer. Us breaking up. I've missed you, Luce. I've missed this. I think we should end the games and get back together." She strokes her fingers down this chest slowly, leaning in and kissing his chin. "From your display here, clearly you've missed this, too."
Lucius snorts, moving away. "We broke up for good reasons, Circe. You were just as happy with the decision as I was. Don't go reading into this more than what it is: sex. I thought we agreed we'd keep emotions out of it."
Circe's eyes go cold and she pulls away, working on her buttons. "You haven't had a single emotion the entire time I've known you, Lucius," she says sharply. "Not even when we were dating."
"That's not true," Lucius says, grabbing her hand and pulling her in to kiss her. "I'm fairly sure you made me a pretty big emotion just barely." He grins over to the desk they had just used for support.
Circe hits his chest angrily, pushing herself away from him. "I care about you, Lucius," she says. "Doesn't that mean anything to you? I… I love you, Lucius Malfoy."
"No you don't," Lucius laughs, grabbing his cloak. "Don't go making up stories now, Circe. You're ruining the mood."
"And what if I do?" Circe demands. "Are you just going to ignore me? My feelings for you? I love you, Lucius. And I think we could be something good together."
"Stop," Lucius says, holding out his hand and turning to her. "You're not serious about all this, are you? You know what I've told you before."
"I can be serious," Circe says. "I can be. You want a serious girl, I can be that. I see a future for the two of us, and I just know we'd be so good for each other." She pouts her lips at Lucius, trying to get him to see how serious she is. "This is about more than just sex for me."
"You keep saying things like that, and we'll have to end this."
"Fine," Circe mutters, grabbing her hair tie. "Forget I said anything."
Lucius smiles and pulls her in for another kiss. "All this? It is just sex, Circe. Don't let your little feelings get in the way. This is good. It's fun. You don't love me. Remember that, okay?"
"Okay," Circe mumbles, eyes downcast.
Lucius kisses her pout. "Good girl. Now I've got to go. I'll let you know when I need you again." He slips out of the room, tucking his shirt into his pants as he leaves the empty classroom.
Circe sighs as he leaves, feeling empty and used, but also missing Lucius's presence as soon as he's gone.