Having Too Much Fun
The fading afternoon sun danced across my face as I lay across Lucius' lap as he sat under a tree. I closed my eyes and moaned contentedly as he absentmindedly ran his long fingers through my hair. If someone had told me a month ago that this is where I would be, I would have laughed in contempt before cursing them into oblivion. Lucius looked up from the book he was reading and noticed the satisfied expression on my face; he leaned forward and whispered,
"Not having too much fun are we, my dear?" he smirked triumphantly as I slowly opened my eyes. I smiled innocently,
"Not nearly as much fun as I would like, Lucius." I stated suggestively, looking into his eyes which were alight with desire. He pulled me up so I was sitting in his lap and brought his lips down onto my own in a bruising kiss. I elicited a small moan as Lucius deepened the kiss; I sat up straighter, moving my legs so I was effectively straddling his lap. I tilted my head back as his ardent kisses flew down my neck. I closed my eyes in pleasure as his teeth nipped over a sensitive spot near my collarbone. He brought his face back up to mine and my breath caught at the intensity of the passion that burned in his grey eyes. Our eyes connected for a moment before I hungrily captured his lips into a searing kiss. I moaned audibly into his mouth he traced my lips with his tongue. Lucius broke off slowly and rested his forehead against mine,
"I think we are having too much fun now." He commented gruffly, punctuating every second word with a kiss.
"I don't remember making a complaint." I returned leaving a trail of kisses along his jaw. He gingerly wrapped his arms around my back and lowered me onto the blanket beneath us, before climbing on top of me. Using his weight, he held me down, pinning me in place as his lips caressed my neck. He studied my expression for a moment, gently cupping my cheek with a large, warm hand. I leaned into his touch, enjoying our closeness as only the sound of the wind whistling though the tree branches above could be heard. Lucius trailed a hand down the side of my body before slipping under my robes and creeping under the hem of my skirt. His bare skin against mine, sending a fiery sensation through my body as he stroked his fingers across my knees. A sudden, sharp burning sensation in my left forearm snapped me out of Lucius' spell. I let out a hiss of pain startling him from his exploration. He ran his hands through my hair,
"What is it, Blair?" he inquired, poorly disguised concern etched on his face.
"The Dark Lord is coming." He shot me a curious glance,
"It's a slight more painful than the summoning burn." I answered his unspoken question. He nodded in acknowledgement then leant forward meeting my lips in a long lingering kiss before reluctantly rolling up off me and rising to his feet. He courteously extended a hand to me, which I took graciously blushing slightly as he helped me to my feet. As I steadied myself I stepped on a tree root which jutted slightly out of the ground and lost my footing. With a yelp of surprise, I felt myself falling back down to where I had just occupied moments before until Lucius' strong arm grasped me around my waist halting my imminent fall. He feigned a look of disinterest as he gazed down at me.
"When you said you were falling for me, was I wrong in assuming that you did not mean literally?" he smirked arrogantly as I pulled myself from his grasp and stood with my hands on my hips indignantly,
"I – um- you… Shut your mouth, Lucius!" I exclaimed, swotting his hand away from my hip where he had slipped it again. "You know, in an instant I could hex you to the ground, I trust that you remember the day we met?" I added innocently, I laughed as I clapped Lucius on the shoulder, his wide eyes suggesting that he remembered the Cruciatus very well.
"I certainly do. My dear Blair takes care of her self. Malfoy, I did warn you not to cross her." The cold voice of Lord Voldemort hinted with humour as he emerged from the trees.
"My Lord." Lucius acknowledged, "Blair told me we would be expecting you. Would you care for some refreshments?"
Voldemort watched him for a second before replying,
"Yes, why not? It will give Blair and I a chance to catch up while you are gone." His tone of dismissal brooked no room for argument.
"Yes, my Lord, right away." He glanced at me briefly before disapparating. Voldemort turned his attention to me and a flicker of annoyance crossed his eyes before he strode into the thicket of trees off Lucius' property.
"My dear friend, what is troubling you?" I inquired once I caught up to him. He stopped abruptly and turned to face me,
"That blasted vampire is testing the limits of my patience, Blair!" he responded angrily. "She has refused yet again to teach me the art of horcruxes, and again offered no reason!" He took a deep breath in an effort to compose himself. I placed my hand kindly on his forearm,
"This could merely be a test of your persistence, Tom. This could be her way of deeming you worthy. You must continue to return to her until she agrees." I offered, biting back a grin at the irritated look on his face.
"Only you could get away with that, Blair. You know I hate my filthy muggle father's name." he said, amused, before sighing deeply, "Perhaps you are right, like always, my impatience and irritation at her decisions can only work against me in her eyes. It would only prove me unworthy in the end."
"It always helps to think things out, my Lord. Lucius told me these grounds are particularly good for that." I said, before removing my hand from his arm. "Besides, if the fool of a woman does not deem you worthy, you will always have my child as an heir for your power."
He shot me a sideways look,
"I take it then you have made up with Malfoy." His eyes glittered in amusement. I turned sharply to face him,
"How did you know we had a fight?" I questioned curiously, "You were not there in the grounds."
A superior smile spread across his face,
"Oh I have my ways, Blair, I have my ways. If I may ask, what were you arguing about?"
I rubbed my forehead distractedly, much preferring to leave the incident in the pass,
"Oh, Lucius was questioning my intentions towards him." Voldemort shook his head,
"I told him not to doubt your feelings, my friend. My words obviously were not enough to quell his fears. I trust it is sorted now." He looked meaningfully down at me.
"Yes my Lord, all is well now." I grinned mischievously at him. Voldemort laughed softly as Lucius apparated behind us, a house-elf beside him holding a tray of refreshments.
"Here you go, my Lord, Blair, drinks." He announced as the house-elf placed the tray down on a tree stump and disappeared with a dismissive wave from Lucius' hand.
"I must be off now, Lucius, the thought is appreciated.' He nodded towards the drinks, "Blair has instilled hope in me once again, and I will be in contact with you both shortly in regards to our plan if this attempt is unsuccessful once again." He nodded briefly in my direction before disapparating leaving Lucius and I alone in the woods.
Lucius' footsteps crunched on the dry leaves behind me as I felt his hands rest on my hips.
"Where were we, Blair?" he whispered, his low and husky voice brushing against my ear.
"That depends…" I replied distractedly as Lucius pulled back my hair and traced feather-light kisses down my neck.
"On what my darling?" his words interspersed with kisses. I turned around to face him.
"It depends on what you think about going ahead with the plan." I gazed intently at him to gauge his reaction. I was still worried that he would change his mind. Lucius cupped my cheeks and kissed my forehead.
"I meant what I said that day, Blair." He whispered into my hair, "Besides, I've always wanted a daughter." He grinned broadly at me. I laughed happily and jumped into his arms, wrapping my legs around his waist planting my lips firmly on his.
"Let's go inside, Blair. We will be more comfortable." He muttered against my mouth as he set me down. My eyes sparkled mischievously.
"Oh, do you mean now?" he nodded eagerly in response. "Sorry darling, perhaps another time." I whispered sweetly whilst trailing my forefinger down his chest. Lucius opened his mouth in protest.
"But -" he began, cutting himself off as my lips brushed along his neck. I grinned playfully as he turned his head to face me.
"See you later, Lucius." I disapparated just as his lips touched mine. Lucius slammed his fist into a tree in frustration. He swore loudly before shaking his head in disbelief.
"She does it every time." He stated to the trees before disapparating to the manor with a loud crack.