Narcissa wakes with the warm early morning sunbeams that creep into the open skylight, falling down on her. She was happy to find Lucius still besides her, his chest moving up and down with his sleep-filled breaths. He was handsome when he slept; his long, nearly-white hair spread out beneath him like a pillow and his features far less stoic in sleep. Narcissa wraps his arm around Lucius, kissing his chest gently.
They had spent nearly the entirety of the night before finishing the bottle of wine and telling stories to each other. Lucius was far less inhibited when she got him alone, though she was sure the alcohol played some role in that. They had inevitably gotten distracted with the intense need to kiss the other person, but these breaks had been interrupted with the sudden desire to tell a story of their childhoods or share some intimate detail about themselves.
Narcissa felt like she knew Lucius far more intimately now. He had told her about the first quidditch game he had ever gone to with his parents and how he had loved the thrill of it all and longed to be one of the nimble athletic men on the brooms. He had told her about how loved Christmas vacations the most because his mother always demanded that they spend it at home and launched an impressive decorating venture. He had even told her about the girls he dated. The long line of (mostly) blondes that made him feel like he was trying to fill something missing inside himself.
"And I?" she had asked him softly. "Am I just filling that role now?"
"No, Cissa," he had said so tenderly, kissing each of her fingertips. "No… You're so much more."
She had told him in turn about how much pressure she felt from her parents, especially with how wild Bellatrix had always been and how uninterested Andromeda was with the pureblood world. She told him why she had chosen to not pursue anyone until now, and how most boys in her class found her cold and unfeeling anyways. "The first few years of school, they always called me the Ice Queen," she had admitted softly, curled up against him. "But I didn't know any other way to be… I didn't want them all to know what I was thinking. What I was feeling. They didn't deserve access to my self, my true inner being."
Lucius had nodded with such a deep understanding that Narcissa had been certain that he was the only one in the world that knew exactly what she had meant.
They had told each other the lists of their favorite things, too, of colors and foods and spells and a million other things. And they had kissed. Oh god, did they kiss. Lucius kissed her in a way she could have only dreamed about before. He was warm and fervent and passionate and… God, she could feel herself flushing again just thinking about how his lips felt on her body.
He had left her small constellations of bruises from his lips along her skin, but she didn't mind them. They were reminders of how good he had felt. Of how wonderful the night had been. She'd have to heal them, of course, before Bellatrix saw, but she vowed to keep the small nearly heart-like bruise just above her breast as her momento of the evening.
Narcissa props herself up on her elbow and leans down to Lucius, kissing him awake. His eyes flutter open and he smiles. "Well, if it isn't my little star, fallen from the sky to wake me up."
She laughs softly and kisses him again. "Good morning, my dear," she says tenderly. "We've slept in."
"Oh have we?" he asks, sitting up and stretching. "It can't be later than seven, Cissa. We still have an hour before breakfast is over."
"And what are people going to think of us leaving here together looking like we do?" she asks.
"You look beautiful," he replies, pulling her in and kissing her again. "And if you're so concerned about it, we'll just stay here. Never leave." He runs his hands along her dress slowly and she softens, relaxing into his arms with her own wrapped loosely around his neck.
"You're a terrible influence, Mr. Malfoy."
"I thought we were past all this 'Mr. Malfoy' nonsense," he growls playfully, biting her chin.
"Oh, Mr. Malfoy," she putters salaciously. She leans in and kisses just below his ear, biting the lobe and tugging on it gently. "You're so handsome, Mr. Malfoy. So incredibly… sexy…" She draws out her words, nearly moaning them into his ear.
"Now when you say it like that..." he says, wrapping an arm around her waist and spinning her down onto the blanket, kissing her neck down to the edge of the fabric of her dress. "You make it bloody difficult to show restraint, Cissa."
Narcissa suddenly feels an intense craving to give in. To go further, stay for longer with this boy and feel what it was like to have him all over her skin, to have him inside of her, without a single barrier between them. It would be so easy to cross that line, and she desperately wanted to. She could feel the need in every crevice of her body. The only thing that held her back was the small nagging feeling that if she did give in to this carnal desire, she'd never see Lucius again, that he'd be gone and she'd be left feeling an emptiness she had never felt before.
"We should go to breakfast," she says softly, giving him a tender, calming kiss.
"We can't go yet," Lucius says. "We've still got a problem to solve."
"Oh do we?" she smiles.
"Your sister," he reminds her. "You were certain yesterday that she'd murder the two of us if we were to continue."
Narcissa sighs, brought back to reality. "I don't think she cares for you much, Luce. You know how Bella is… She might truly do something terrible if she believes you're going to hurt me. She's protective to a fault."
"So then," Lucius says practically. He twines his fingers between hers. "We keep this a secret. Slip away to meet up with each other, keep hidden from your notorious sister. Risk it for the taste of each other's lips." He punctuates this by kissing her again
Narcissa laughs but nods. "We might have to," she says. "Just until I can warm Bella to the idea of us. But this means that you can't tell anyone about us, Luce. Not even Rodolphus. No, especially not Rodolphus. You know he tells my sister everything."
Lucius nods. "I'll keep it a secret," he promises. "But only under one condition."
"Another one of your notorious conditions?" Narcissa asks, bemused. "What is it this time?"
"Be mine, Cissa."
Narcissa lets a slow smile cross her face and she nods. "I like this condition," she admits. "And I accept."
Lucius smiles and kisses her shoulder. "Do we really have to go?" he asks. "It's a sunday. There won't be class here until tomorrow afternoon at the earliest. Let's stay, Cissa. I'm not ready to start pretending I'm not consumed with the idea of you."
"A few more minutes," Narcissa gives in, not strong enough yet to tear herself away from him.
"Then let's make the most of those minutes," he grins, resuming his kissing of her shoulder. He slides the strap of her dress off of her shoulder, giving himself more space to kiss. Narcissa knows that she should protest, but she can't help but enjoy the feel of his lips. She grabs onto his collar and pulls him to her lips, kissing him urgently. He complies happily, leaning in between her legs. His hands move up her dress, the silk fabric bunching up around her thighs.
"Oh, my little star," he moans, slipping the other strap off her shoulder. "My beautiful, beautiful star." He kisses her fervently, leaving Narcissa short of breath and yet desperate for even more. She pulls him close, feeling his body against hers, feeling his toned muscles, his beautiful strong features.
The desperate need was back. As close as she felt she had gotten to Lucius over the past few hours, she felt an insatiable desire to get even closer, to know him more. To know how every bit of him felt and to know every thought in his head. She has to pull away from him, knowing that if she stays intertwined for even a moment longer, she wouldn't have the willpower left in her body.
"I won't let you make me miss breakfast," she says, her voice faint as she tries to cover up the deep flush she feels over her entire body. "I'm absolutely starved, and it seems like we haven't a shred of food left." She nods over to their consumed platter of cheese and fruit.
"I can go get us another bottle of wine…" Lucius suggests with a mischievous smile and she feels the need to kiss that wicked grin off of his face. "Perhaps a cracker or two to wash it down."
Narcissa laughs and shakes her head. "Give me your cloak, Lucius," she says. "I can't return to the commons looking like this. I look unseemly."
"Oh, a little thief, are you?" he tuts, but he takes off his cloak, wrapping it around her shoulders. He kisses her neck as he helps her into his much larger cloak.
"There's one other thing I need," Naricissa smiles, bending down and picking up the ribbon that had tied Lucius's hair up the night before. She grins at Lucius as she ties her hair up with it. The straps of her dress fall back onto her shoulders and she turns to smile at Lucius.
Lucius reaches out and takes her waist, pulling her in. "That's mine," he says with another playful growl.
"I like it," she says coyishly. "I think I'll keep it." She reaches up and tucks his hair behind his ear. "You're much more handsome with your hair loose like this anyway. So wonderfully handsome."
Lucius kisses her. "When can I see you next, little star?"
"Tomorrow," she says, eager to spend more time with him as well. "Once I'm done with my homework. I'll meet you down by the lake… You know where."
Lucius grins and nods. "I'll be there," he promises.
"You'll be able to keep our secret?" she asks, not wanting to leave yet.
"I'll do my best," he says solemnly. Lucius pulls her in for another long, deep kiss. "Thank you, Cissa. For last night. I think it meant more to me than I realize even now… I think you're the one I've been waiting for."
Narcissa melts at his words, more than she realized she could. Her coldness was completely dissipated. She felt warm, nearly feverishly warm. "I'll see you tomorrow, my dear," she says, kissing him gently. "And I'll think of you every minute until I'm with you again."
Lucius smiles and kisses her back. They remain conjoined for minutes, neither wanting to let go, but eventually Narcissa has to tear herself away, her stomach rumbling. Her face aglow with a rare smile, she slips from the room, smiling her entire way back to the commons.