Author's Note: whhhhew! I am so sorry I haven't written in ages! I hope
to get better about this!
Lucius, part 2
Lucius sat in a heavily padded armchair, sulking about his son's escapades and his own lack there of. He looked across the room at his wife, who had taken up her original task of needlepoint. His eyes traced the lines on her face. "When did she get so old?" he thought to himself. Her skin was going slack, her hair had lost its luster, her breast sagged slightly. He looked at the picture on the ornate side table beside his chair of him and Narcissa on their wedding day. He noticed the changes his wife had made since the picture, glanced back at her, and then laughed.
"What?" Narcissa asked, eager to be let in on even the smallest bit of amusement.
He held up the wedding picture. "You," he said. "It is amazing to think that you were ever that young. How much you have changed! But you still have that obnoxious arrogant air around you. That has remained the same." He let out a mocking fake sigh. "How I wish it had been your breasts!"
Narcissa's eye's bugged. "How......What gives you.......Me! Arrogant! Look who's talking! And let me tell you, you are not spring chicken either! Ooooooo, Lucius, sometimes I could just wring your neck! What gives you the right too.....of all the audacity!" She stood. "Get out! Get out right now! I don't want to see you again for the rest of the night!"
He smiled to himself. "With pleasure, my lady." And with that he walked out of the room. He paused in the foyer to look at himself in the grand mirror. His own face was worn and loose as well, his eyes had dulled and his hair was beginning to thin. "She's right, you know," a traitor voice in his head said, "you aren't a spring chicken either. And she looks a bloody hell of a lot better than most women her age."
"Well," Lucius said, "I guess I will have to find one younger." With that thought in mind, Lucius walked out the back door and made a direct path toward a swanky pub with a horrid reputation.
Upon Lucius's entering, the bartender looked up from his flock of drunkards. "Hello Lucius!" He walked from behind the bar to greet his most prominent regular. "What'll it be today? An ale, or perhaps some vodka?"
Lucius smirked. He loved the attention he got there, but hated the attention he got for being there, especially from his wife. "No, not today," he responded, then went on nonchalantly. "Actually, I was wondering if Mary was working tonight."
The bartender gave a perverted, nasty grin. "Yeah, yeah she's in the back. I reckon she'd be anxious to know you was calling," he said. He turned, the grin gone and mumbled under his breath, "No good rich bastard! He should at least buy a drink. I hate them coming down distracting my girls," the shouted, "OY MARY!"
"YEAH?" came the reply from the kitchen.
"MALFOY'S HERE TO SEE YE."
There was a clatter to pans being hastily cast aside, as a lusty looking Mary came bursting through the door. "Lucius, baby! How are you?" She wrapped her arms around his neck and his wound around her waist.
"Well," Lucius replied. "And you?"
"Better now."
"All right you two," the bartender interrupted. "I don't want nothing dirtying up my tables. Get on outta here if yer gonna do that!"
Mary led Lucius by the hand upstairs into the usual room, then shut the door and faced her employer. Her arms were back around his neck and his hands on her ass as they went through the prenuptial foreplay, and then onward.
Lucius, part 2
Lucius sat in a heavily padded armchair, sulking about his son's escapades and his own lack there of. He looked across the room at his wife, who had taken up her original task of needlepoint. His eyes traced the lines on her face. "When did she get so old?" he thought to himself. Her skin was going slack, her hair had lost its luster, her breast sagged slightly. He looked at the picture on the ornate side table beside his chair of him and Narcissa on their wedding day. He noticed the changes his wife had made since the picture, glanced back at her, and then laughed.
"What?" Narcissa asked, eager to be let in on even the smallest bit of amusement.
He held up the wedding picture. "You," he said. "It is amazing to think that you were ever that young. How much you have changed! But you still have that obnoxious arrogant air around you. That has remained the same." He let out a mocking fake sigh. "How I wish it had been your breasts!"
Narcissa's eye's bugged. "How......What gives you.......Me! Arrogant! Look who's talking! And let me tell you, you are not spring chicken either! Ooooooo, Lucius, sometimes I could just wring your neck! What gives you the right too.....of all the audacity!" She stood. "Get out! Get out right now! I don't want to see you again for the rest of the night!"
He smiled to himself. "With pleasure, my lady." And with that he walked out of the room. He paused in the foyer to look at himself in the grand mirror. His own face was worn and loose as well, his eyes had dulled and his hair was beginning to thin. "She's right, you know," a traitor voice in his head said, "you aren't a spring chicken either. And she looks a bloody hell of a lot better than most women her age."
"Well," Lucius said, "I guess I will have to find one younger." With that thought in mind, Lucius walked out the back door and made a direct path toward a swanky pub with a horrid reputation.
Upon Lucius's entering, the bartender looked up from his flock of drunkards. "Hello Lucius!" He walked from behind the bar to greet his most prominent regular. "What'll it be today? An ale, or perhaps some vodka?"
Lucius smirked. He loved the attention he got there, but hated the attention he got for being there, especially from his wife. "No, not today," he responded, then went on nonchalantly. "Actually, I was wondering if Mary was working tonight."
The bartender gave a perverted, nasty grin. "Yeah, yeah she's in the back. I reckon she'd be anxious to know you was calling," he said. He turned, the grin gone and mumbled under his breath, "No good rich bastard! He should at least buy a drink. I hate them coming down distracting my girls," the shouted, "OY MARY!"
"YEAH?" came the reply from the kitchen.
"MALFOY'S HERE TO SEE YE."
There was a clatter to pans being hastily cast aside, as a lusty looking Mary came bursting through the door. "Lucius, baby! How are you?" She wrapped her arms around his neck and his wound around her waist.
"Well," Lucius replied. "And you?"
"Better now."
"All right you two," the bartender interrupted. "I don't want nothing dirtying up my tables. Get on outta here if yer gonna do that!"
Mary led Lucius by the hand upstairs into the usual room, then shut the door and faced her employer. Her arms were back around his neck and his hands on her ass as they went through the prenuptial foreplay, and then onward.