Lucius was left behind in his chair and was composing himself. He pondered about everything that had happened that evening and especially about Dahlia's actions. He came to the conclusion that her playfulness wasn't childish after all but a well thought out act of seduction. So the little girl he had assumed he'd find here had grown up. He had noticed this earlier on but wanted to be completely sure before he made any advances in case he was mistaken.
Lucius wasn't the kind of man to walk out on a woman that was clearly so ready for him. He lingered in his seat for a few more minutes before he stood up and followed her into the bedroom. 'Patience builds character,' he thought and smirked
She was standing in front of the king-sized bed and felt a bit nervous. Lucius hadn't moved one inch, he just sat there, and not one emotion did she see on his face. Now she really started to worry. She would be facing a lot of problems if she had to explain to her parents where all that money went. Maybe Madeira was right; maybe she had lost her charms? And what would happen if Lucius told her family what she had tried to do? Seducing and playing with young wizards was one thing, but doing this with Lucius Malfoy, a wizard that her family highly respected, was another thing. Dahlia looked up at her reflection in the enormous mirror on the ceiling, straightened her back and shook her head. This has to work, she thought. There were still a lot of tricks she could play.
Dahlia gasped softly as she felt Lucius' hand on her shoulder. She sighed in relief and felt the heat radiating from his body. Lucius took a step closer and Dahlia smiled to herself as she felt that he was ready for her, his body pressing close to hers. He bent his head and kissed her shoulder where his hand just had been. Moving very slowly and calculatingly, he slid the straps of her dress down her shoulders. She moved her arms slightly, allowing her dress to fall onto the ground. Dahlia wanted to turn around and see his face but he grabbed her shoulders.
"Don't move and let me do all the work, birthday girl," he whispered in her ear.
She nodded in conceit and was very pleased when he kissed her ear. He worked his way down her neck to her shoulders, leaving a trail of kisses as he went. Dahlia moaned out of displeasure when she felt him stop. She carefully glanced over her shoulder and was pleased to see that he was removing his robes till he was only clad in his breeches. Now that a few layers of clothing were gone, she could clearly feel his eagerness when he pressed his body against her.
His hand travelled down until it came to rest on her breast, teasing her nipple with his fingers. A moan of pleasure escaped from her mouth as she arched under his exploring touch. He buried his face in the delicate skin of her neck as he took a deep breath, memorizing her enchanting scent.
Lucius' hand went down even further and reached the band of her red silk underwear. His fingers gingerly went under the soft fabric and cupped her sex. She rested her head on his shoulder and grabbed his breeches to keep her balance. She placed one foot on the side of the bed, opening herself up for him. Lucius followed the lead and slid one finger inside her, quickly followed by the second while his thumb teased her clit. She felt her climax building as he thrust his fingers faster inside her. Then all of a sudden, he stopped and withdrew his hand from her panties.
"Why did y…," Dahlia started to ask but Lucius swallowed the rest of her question when his lips came down on her mouth.
"Be quiet and enjoy," he whispered in her ear.
He took her hand and guided her onto the bed. She placed herself in the ocean of pillows and watched him as he swiftly removed the rest of his clothes. Now naked, Lucius crawled upon the bed and took off her underwear. He placed his fingers on her ankles and let them travel up, closely followed by his eyes. When he reached her knees, he pushed them wide open. Lucius shifted his position so that he was sitting in front of her, his hands on either side of her head. With one fierce thrust, he was deep inside her. She wrapped her legs around him and locked her feet behind his back as her hands clutched his shoulders. Her hips moved in rhythm with his thrusts. Dahlia closed her eyes as her climax once more was building in her while Lucius increased his pace.
She cried out his name when she came. He thrust one last time deep inside her and groaned as his orgasm came upon him as well. As he collapsed upon her body, his head next to hers, she unlocked her legs and opened her eyes. It was then for the first time she saw in the mirror, the two intertwined snakes tattooed on his lower back.
Dahlia opened her eyes the next morning and smiled to herself when she saw the still sleeping form of Lucius Malfoy next to her. He lay on his back, his head turned away from her. The pale skin of his bare chest and the crimson sheets formed a nice contrast. Dahlia observed him for a while, gazing at him while she was propped up on her elbow. This was all too good to be true. In order to test that she wasn't dreaming this, she reached out and carefully touched his upper chest. Since Lucius didn't seem to react to her touch, she moved her hand savouring his soft skin. She continued her exploration of his upper body and played with his right nipple, caressing it softly with her fingers. Her eyes travelled down his body and she stiffed a giggle when she noticed the bulge rising in the sheets.
"Well good morning Mister Malfoy," Dahlia said softly when she managed to steady her voice.
"Do you always wake your lovers like this?" he asked as he turned his head to look at her.
"Only my special ones," she replied, then lowered her head to tease his nipple with her tongue.
A moan escaped his throat but he suddenly sat up and swung his legs out of the bed.
"Where are you going?" Dahlia asked. She wondered if it was anything she did or didn't do.
"I'm going to take a shower. I don't really like the commingled scents that have been brought about by our little interaction," he replied with a small smile on his face.
"Actually, I love the smell of your sweat on my skin," Dahlia said.
Lucius didn't say anything to that. He smiled at her before he turned around and walked towards the bathroom. He suddenly stopped in his tracks and said: "It would be a shame to let all the water go to waste." With those last words he disappeared.
"I hate to see you leave but I love to see you go," Dahlia whispered as she admired Lucius' bare bottom before she slid out of bed and followed him into the bathroom.
When she entered the bathroom, she found him in the shower, his long blonde hair lying in wet streaks over his back. She stepped into the shower behind him and wrapped her arms around his chest. Dahlia took the bar of soap from his hands and began to wash his back. She started with his shoulders and gently massaged his back as she went down. When she reached the tattoo on his lower back, she traced the intertwined snakes with her fingers.
She was so entranced by the fine lines that she gasped when he suddenly turned around and was facing his rigid member. She looked up into his magnificent eyes and the small grin on his face was all the encouragement she needed. Dahlia placed her hands on his hips and took his member in her mouth, licking it from tip to base. She felt his hand in her hair to move her head in rhythm with his rocking hips. Just before he would spill himself in her mouth, he let go and pulled back.
He took her hands and helped her up against the wall. She wrapped one leg around him and locked it behind his bottom. Lucius took her buttocks in his hand and lifted her completely from the floor as he entered her. Dahlia wrapped her other leg around him and clutched his shoulders to hold her up. Her hips rocked in rhythm as he drove into her. She buried her face in his neck as she cried out his name again when she came. He continued his thrusts and came mere seconds later, a groan escaped him as well. They stood like this for a moment, catching their breath, before Dahlia unlocked her legs and he lowered her back onto the shower floor. With a last gentle kiss on his lips, she left the shower cubicle and walked to the kitchen in her bathrobe.
Dahlia dropped the cup of tea she held when she suddenly a woman screaming from inside the bathroom. Still on bare feet, she sped towards the bathroom and gasped at what she saw. Lucius was tying a towel around his waist with a disgruntled look on his face. Opposite him stood Madeira, her hand clapped over her mouth.
A/N: I've borrowed the line 'I love the smell of your sweat on my skin' from the song 'Breakfast in Vegas' from the Belgian group Pragha Kahn. The exact line is: I smell your sweat on my skin.