Written For:
- Day 11 of 366 Days of Writing Challenge: Curiosity
- Gringotts Prompt Bank/Pairings: Lucius/Druella
- Gringotts Prompt Bank/Charmed: (Location) Hotel, (Action) Kissing someone on the neck
Pairings/Characters: Lucius/Druella
Word Count: 420
Under My Skin
I'd sacrifice anything come what might, for the sake of having you near.
Lucius was a good son through and through. He did what he had to do for his family, and that included proposing to Narcissa Black, the youngest daughter and princess of the House of Black.
He did it properly, on one knee in the drawing room at Grimmauld Place, with their respective relatives surrounding them. It wasn't a surprise, but Narcissa still placed a hand over her mouth in feign shock, and wiped a few invisible tears from her eyes.
Lucius would do whatever he could to keep the Malfoy family in good wealth and pride. A Malfoy hadn't married a Black in several generations, a fact which filled Abraxas with pride, and therefore made Lucius extremely happy.
However, most of his happiness was like Narcissa's feigned shock. Of course, Narcissa was beautiful, like ivory, and she was a perfect addition to his family. She fitted in just perfectly with his father and relatives, and her chunk of the inheritance would go down well when it came to buying property. But Lucius found it hard to open up his heart to Narcissa, and truly let her in.
He liked his women real. He liked them soft and pliable, with soft handfuls of flesh that he could grab and nip with his teeth. He liked long, thick, flowing hair and plush lips that opened to moan his name, a sound that would resonate through him. He liked women who filled him with curiosity, like Narcissa's mother, Druella, who was nothing like her youngest daughter.
Narcissa was made from porcelain and glass; when they had intercourse, Lucius had to take care not to break her. He moved in slow, rhythmic motions, and they both remained silent as they rocked together. Her make-up never smudged, and not one hair on her shiny blonde hair fell out of place.
It was more than once that Lucius found himself in the darkness of a hotel in Whitechapel, pressing his lips carefully to the pale flesh of Druella's neck. She was twice his age, but she was all woman; a woman whose needs had not been satisfied for a long time. Lucius wanted nothing more than to fulfil those needs.
They kept the lights off so that they wouldn't have to face their sins; but Lucius knew full well what he was doing. It was too late to stop it, however. Druella Black was well and truly under his skin.
