Awkward Encounters

I kept Lucius at bay for the next two weeks, fending off his advances, amused by his attempted to control his desire and frustration.

"Blair, you said-"

"I know what I said, Lucius. Patience is always a virtue my love." I interjected in mock severity. The pale moonlight shone though the open window in Lucius room glinted off his face while accentuating his grey eyes that were swirling with passion. I took a deep breath in order to slow my wildly beating heart. It was harder than I anticipated saying no to Lucius and I was beginning to suspect that he knew as much. My pulse quickened as he closed the gap between us, his eyes never leaving mine. He leaned forward and kissed me softly. I could feel his desire imbued in the kiss but before I had a chance to react he pulled away,

"Oh well, patience it is then my love." He returned in a deep whisper sending a sensation like liquid fire running through my veins. I trembled involuntarily, which caused Lucius to smirk arrogantly as he turned around to walk out the door. There was no way I was letting him go after a kiss like that.

"No!" I exclaimed, grabbing his arm and pulling him back. Before he could speak, I trailed a finger over his lips, "Don't go." We stared at each other for a moment, his eyes seeking the permission his heart longed for. Without really thinking, I nodded, a smile lighting my eyes. He needed no more encouragement as he leant forward, hungrily and passionately pressing his lips to mine. All the frustration and tension that had been building suddenly burst forth, and with surprising force, his feverous embrace awoke the same burning desire within me. My fingers entwined in his platinum hair as I pulled him closer to me, wishing to melt into his touch. Lucius hurriedly pushed me backwards, his lips still pressed against mine until the bed pushed against my legs. Together we overbalanced and tumbled back onto the bed, Lucius' weight bearing down on me. My back arched and a groan escaped my lips as his lips trailed down my jaw and neck. In a passionate flurry I hastily pushed the robes from Lucius' body, which thankfully he shrugged off and tossed them to the floor. Tenderly I ran my fingers over his well toned chest, before sliding my hands across his broad shoulders. His mouth quickly found my collarbone, nipping playfully at the sensitive skin. Shivers ran down my back as I groaned his name in ecstasy. His fingers deftly found the clasps on my robes and with ease he pushed the material to reveal my bare skin, burning for his touch. His lips caressed every inch of bare skin available, purposely teasing me.

"Lucius…if you please…hurry!" I gasped, tightening my grasp on his hair.

"Now, now, my dear," he replied, mischievously, an arrogant smile lighting his steel grey eyes. He brought his face level with mine, pushing the robes completely from my body, leaving me solely in my emerald and silver underwear. His lips crashed to mine, our tongues entwining as he ran gentle fingers up my sides. I dug my nails into his tender skin, dragging them up his back as my desire grew. A low growl escaped his lips as he broke away to look down at me.

"How primal," I whispered huskily, trying to steady my laborious breathing.

"I have barely begun, my dearest." He replied slyly, his breath brushing my skin, causing goose bumps to erupt. Steadily he trailed his tongue down my neck and across my collarbone pausing inches above my breasts to take pleasure in my moans of anticipation.

A sudden burning sensation tore through my body, making me gasp in pain and surprise.

"Blair? What is it?" Have I hurt you?" I clutched my arm, staring up at the concern threatening to overtake the passion in his eyes. As the stinging continued, I sat up, pushing Lucius off me. His eyes filled with pain at the sudden rejection, the look nearly breaking my heart.

"The Dark Mark!" I cried, thrusting my arm in his direction t reveal the snake and skull clearly, clearly visible on my flushed flesh. Understanding dawned on him just as a familiar crack echoes through the air.

"Ahhhhaaa! I did it, my Blair! I did it!" Voldemort's gleeful cry rang through the room as he stood with his back to us, completely oblivious to our wide stares. Quickly Lucius leapt from the bed and threw his own robes for me to cover up. At our sudden movement, Voldemort turned, his eyebrow raises and an arrogant sneer on his lips.

"I do hope you weren't too busy." he inquired in mock innocence.

"Of course not, my Lord" I replied, not bothering to hide my sarcasm. My statement was met his shrill laughter. Clearly he was in high spirits.

"I no longer have a need for our plan Blair." He looked pointedly at me, hoping I would realise his good news, regardless of our present state.

"No need for the plan? Does that mean… she said yes?"

"Yes, my Blair! Yes! She agreed! My persistence was what won her over! You were right. Blair, you are always right." He turned to peer out the window into the night, "I must be off now however, Lysha is expecting me back. I only wanted to inform you that I have no need for an heir, now that I am to be immortal!" He laughed joyously once more before disapparating. Once he had gone Lucius buried his face into my neck and groaned in frustration.

"As much as I liked the idea, at least we do not have a child straight away anymore." I soothed running my hands through his hair.

"I know, I know," he replied, sitting up slightly so that his elbows rested on the pillow above my shoulders, "But right in the middle… a little awkward to say the least." I laughed softly,

"Yes, definitely! Though now we have all the time in the world to have our own children." I smiled as I pressed my lips against his.

"As my wife, we will have the rest of our lives to do so my darling Blair." I stared incredulously at Lucius wondering if this was his idea of a joke. The intensity in his eyes as he waited cautiously for my response answered my question.

"You're serious aren't you, Lucius?" I asked softly. He smiled inwardly at my obvious disbelief,

"Blair… Will you marry me?" He placed a hand on my face as he gazed at me, anticipating my answer. To his surprise I burst out laughing.

"I pray, do tell what is so funny that you laugh now of all times?" Lucius scowled. I stopped laughing and paused to catch my breath before answering,

"I was just thinking that never would I have thought that when a man proposes to me that he would be lying on top of me while we were both half dressed." I grinned coyly. Lucius' mouth twitched upwards in a half smile,

"That's true." He chuckled lightly before turning serious again, "But really Blair…" he stared pointedly at me for a few moments, clearly not wishing to repeat his question. I wasted no time in responding,

"Oh yes! Yes, Lucius I will marry you!" I threw my arms around his neck and closed the short distance between our lips, capturing his in a deep passionate kiss. We broke apart slowly savouring the moment; Lucius climbed off me and lay at my side. I rested my head on his chest as he wrapped his arm around my back. Lucius kissed my hair and whispered,

'I – I love you, Blair." The adulation and love behind his words made me smile softly as I laid there in his embrace, knowing what it cost a verbally inexpressive man like himself to put out his feelings so plainly.

"I love you too." I said simply, nestling further into his chest, wrapping my legs around his and my arms around his midsection. The comfort and warmth his embrace exuded made me feel right at home in his arms. With Voldemort's power now to increase exponentially, I felt my years of placing my private wishes second to his rise to power had been well compensated. I would stand to gain a great deal under Voldemort, finally satiating my thirst for knowledge and power. The constant feeling of loneliness that had caused me grievance for almost twenty years had finally ebbed away, the thought gave me comfort as we fell asleep enfolded within each others arms as the full moon shone steadily against the inky black star studded sky.