Narcissa lets Lucius pull her into his bedroom, his hands on her dress, tugging her in. She lets out a laugh, reaching to him and pulling him down for a deep kiss. His lips were eager against hers, hungry for her. His hands slide up her torso, moving against the fabric of her dress.
"You're stunning," he says, biting her jaw playfully.
"And you're moving too fast," Narcissa complains, but lets him kiss along her jaw next. "I want to snoop through your bedroom, rifle through your things…"
"Mm, we can start over here," Lucius smirks, grabbing her skirts once again and tugging her towards his massive bed. It was an ornate structure with dark maroon sheets and blanket and carefully selected red pillows. It matched the dark splendor of the room, with its mahogany walls and collection of dark paintings on the wall. The room lacked personal items, but Narcissa would have been able to tell that it was Lucius's anyway. The room felt like him and he looked at home amongst the baroque furniture.
"Lucius…" she laughs, but lets herself be led over. She shakes her head but Lucius catches her lips, kissing her once again. Narcissa kisses him back, reaching for him. She runs her hands up his chest to his jacket, pulling it off his shoulders. She slides it down his muscular arms, letting it fall to the floor without breaking their kiss.
Lucius's hands move to her back, working the straps of her dress and loosening it. He slides the dress down from her shoulders, leaning down and kissing the delicate spot where her neck meets her shoulders.
"You tear this dress and I will kill you," Narcissa threatens breathily. She lets out a sharp moan as Lucius bites her, digging her nails against his back. She reaches for his tie, unknotting it and pulling it from his collar slowly as Lucius delicately lets her dress fall to the ground. He picks her up, taking her in his arms and carrying her the rest of the way to his bed. She works the buttons of his shirt as they walk, having it mostly opened by the time he lays her down.
"You look perfect right there," Lucius grins, laying her out on top of his silky maroon sheets. "Absolutely perfect." He undoes the rest of the shirt, tossing it off of him.
Narcissa grins but then lets out a sudden sharp gasp as her eyes fall on a new dark tattoo that's prevalent on Lucius's forearm. "Lucius!" she says, grabbing his arm. "What's this?" It was an unusual tattoo, dark and menacing with the image of a twisting snake and a skull. She reaches for the mark, tracing it lightly with the tips of her fingers. "When did you get this?"
"It's his mark, Cissa," Lucius says, his voice dropping low. "The Dark Lord's."
Narcissa's fingers freeze on the mark and she looks up to Lucius, eyes wide. "The Dark Lord's?" she repeats, finding her voice going just as quiet as Lucius's.
Lucius nods, having gone silent. He looks to her expectantly, waiting for a response.
Taking her hand from his tattoo, Narcissa reaches up to his face, leaning up and kissing him. "I love you, Lucius," she tells him softly. "Wherever your life leads you… I'll be by your side."
A look of relief breaks across his face and he kisses her deeply, his passion only seeming to double with her words. His mouth was hard and desperate against hers before moving to kiss down her neck. Narcissa arches up against him, wrapping her arms around his back and holding him against her. Lucius's hand slides to her back, unclasping her bra and sliding it off of her. "You have the most perfect breasts," Lucius tells her, kissing and biting her tender flesh as he tosses her bra trivally to the side.
Narcissa laughs, reaching up and tangling a hand in his hair and kissing the corner of his forehead. "You darling fool."
"I want to be buried between them," Lucius says, looking up at her with a mischievous grin. He kisses her chest bone tenderly. "I could die right here and be a happy man."
"Don't die just yet," Narcissa says, cupping his cheek and guiding his face back up to her so she can kiss him. "Not before you've given me something to remember you by. Take off your pants, Lucius Malfoy." Lucius laughs but obliges, leaning on one arm to awkwardly attempt to remove his pants. Laughing, Narcissa shuffles down so that she can help him peel off the rest of his clothing. Narcissa leans up and kisses his shoulder once he's fully naked. "Better," she tells him.
"Almost," he says, reaching down and sliding her underwear off of her. He kisses the length of her leg as he slides it off, tossing away her underwear carelessly. "Mmm, I like this a lot more. You should never wear clothing, my love. Not a stitch. Yes, I think you should spend all day in my sheets, every day, completely naked. You're far too perfect for clothing." He reaches her lips, kissing her deeply. Before she is able to respond, he reaches between her legs, stroking her gently. The movement distracts her instantly and her eyes flutter back and she squirms in pleasure.
"Oh, Lucius…" she moans softly in between his kisses. She reaches up and tangles a hand in his hair, not caring if she musses it. Lucius strokes a particularly sensitive spot and Narcissa yanks his hair, her back arching. A moan escapes her mouth and she bites her bottom lip, smiling.
Lucius smiles in satisfaction, his hand breaking away to reach around her back, arching her up more as he finally presses into her. Her smile grows and her hands slide down his back, loving the feel of his muscles as he rocks against her, warming up her body to receive him deeper. He leans in and kisses her neck, his breath hot and inviting against her skin. He moves fully inside her and she wraps a leg around him, her body rocking with each of his thrusts. It was a familiar thing now between them. They had learned each other's rhythms and knew the easiest way to move with each other. Narcissa could respond to the slightest emotion on his face and knew exactly what he needed. Lucius, too, had learned exactly how to move that was in a way both comfortable and pleasurable to her.
Narcissa lets him get into a steady rhythm and then breaks away from Lucius, pushing him back onto the bed and climbing onto his lap. She straddles him, reaching down and carefully guiding him back inside of her. He grabs her hips, lowering her down. Narcissa leans in and kisses him deeply, wrapping her arms loosely around his neck before slowly rocking in his lap. She can feel him working even deeper inside her and he lets out a low satisfied groan. Narcissa kisses him as he groans, feeling it vibrate against her lips.
Lucius's hand runs down her body slowly, tracing from the curve of her chest around to her spine of her back and purposefuly around the firmness of her arse. He squeezes it playfully, biting her bottom lip. He lets her lip slide through his teeth before immediately kissing her again.
Returning his hungry kisses, Narcissa starts to pick up the speed, rocking faster against him. She can see the pleasure clear on his face. She loved him in these moments, where all facades and barriers were gone from his face and she knew for certainty that he was in love with her. He didn't try to hide his emotions, he wouldn't have been able to if he had tried. Everything was there on his face, every emotion and thought and feeling. She loved him tenderly.
Knowing he's close, Narcissa kisses him gently, softly. He smiles at her, pulling her even closer so she's pressed against his chest, arms wrapped around the small of her back. Narcissa's lips move to his ear, kissing his lope and whispering in his ear. "You're so sexy, Lucius Malfoy. The sexiest man in the world."
"God, I love you," Lucius says with a growl, kissing her deeply. He keeps her tight against him, groaning into her ear as he finishes. He collapses slightly against her, resting his head against her shoulder. Narcissa strokes his hair lovingly, letting her fingers slide through his silky mane. "I love you." He kisses her shoulder. "I really, really love you." He leans up, kissing her jaw and then her lips. "You are the most perfect thing in the world."
Narcissa keeps him there in her arms for a long moment, feeling connected with him and not wanting to let him go. After a minute, Lucius lays back on his bed, pulling Narcissa in close and holding her to him. He wraps his arms around her protectively and Narcissa lets out a breath. It felt relieving being with him. The anxieties that had begun since the Winter Ball seemed to dissipate when he was near, and with his arms wrapped around her, she felt like she was in the safest place in the world. Narcissa takes Lucius's wrist, bringing it up to her lips and kissing just below his new tattoo. "I'll be by your side forever, Lucius," she promises him softly. "For as long as you want me." She looks back at him, smiling softly.
"Forever," he promises her in return. His eyes had a bit of a dazzled look in them, and Narcissa gets the impression that as important tonight had been for her to meet his parents, it had been even more meaningful for him.
Narcissa moves so that she can face him fully and kisses him gently, placing a hand on his cheek. She smiles at him softly, leaning in so that their foreheads touch. "Forever, then," she promises. "I'll be by your side forever."