Author's Note: So, we want to apologize for the lack of updates we've had in the past month or so. It's been a bit of a crazy time for us in the REAL WORLD [ugh, we say, to REAL LIFE] but we fully intend to continue working on this as well as the LAST [YES, people, the absolute LAST] installment of our Nargles series.

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Chapter Four – Sexy at Any Age – Part I

Lucius and Luna

Lucius Malfoy brushed an errant strand of blond hair from his face, blinking his cool silver eyes at the camera that sat ten feet in front of him. A soft breeze from the whirling fan caught the long tresses, and as he dipped his head back to accommodate the breeze, he heard the camera click several times in rapid succession.

"Alright, Lucius, now if you could just bend your left knee…that's it." The camera clicked several more times. "Now look at me…I want you to seduce the camera…a little darker…I want to feel like you're searing my soul with your eyes…"

Lucius willed himself to do as the demanding redhead commanded, though he couldn't help the tiny smirk that graced his thin lips.

"If I didn't know better, Miss Weasley, I would think you wanted me to seduce you."

Ginny gave a very unladylike snort from behind the camera.

"Don't flatter yourself, Malfoy. You interest me about as much as a bag of hippogriff dung," came the sharp reply.

Lucius held back his rather snide retort involving the youngest Weasley's penchant for Quidditch players and did as she told him, leaning back arrogantly against the black silk chaise and giving everything he had as he struck a casual yet fiery pose. He was certain from the faint blush appearing on Ginny's face that had the camera been combustible, the inanimate object would have exploded from the heat he was sending it. A few more clicks and Ginny reappeared, glancing at him as she went about changing the film in the camera.

"Alright, Lucius, I'm through with you. Sirius, you have ten minutes and then I'll do you," she said.

The raven-haired pureblood smirked from where he was sitting with Remus and Hermione.

"You will, will you, Ginger?" he said seductively.

"Save the charm for your fan club, Black. You're old enough to be my father," she said.

"Oh…that's cold, Weasley."

She sent him a brilliant smile to prove that she was joking and Lucius felt something tug at his heart. Though his change of allegiance during the war had earned him a modicum of respect from the tight-knit Order of the Phoenix – not to mention his son's subsequent relationship with their Golden Boy, Harry Potter, – Lucius was still very much an outsider looking in on the group of friends. Even Narcissa's well-meaning efforts to reunite with Sirius upon his return from the Veil hadn't quite given Lucius the status that he used to enjoy in society. Despite Hermione's kind words and compassion when Narcissa passed away two years earlier, Lucius knew that he would never be accepted to the full extent unless drastic measures were taken. Too much bad blood had passed between them.

"Malfoy," Sirius said with a nod as Lucius approached him at the coffee cart, having donned his emerald-green silk robe, "Not too bad, this," he added, stirring his coffee absently.

"I've been through worse things," Lucius replied, immediately regretting it as he saw Sirius's eyes flicker over him with a mild pity. Lucius had received more than his share of pity in the years following the war, especially after Draco's relationship with Harry had revealed some less-than-savoury stories involving the Malfoys' tenure under Lord Voldemort's iron fist.

"I daresay you have," was all Sirius replied with.

Lucius took a sip of his own coffee as his eyes swept over to where Remus and Hermione were sitting, snuggled comfortably together on the couch in the corner. Once again he felt a strange tug at his heart as he watched the man thread his fingers lovingly through the infuriatingly-intelligent woman's hair, leaning in and kissing his wife tenderly as she blushed prettily.

Lucius envied Remus his happiness. Not necessarily because he wanted Hermione – though the silly little swot had grown into quite the curvaceous young witch – but because he wanted that which Remus had: the love of a good woman. Narcissa's death had wounded Lucius far more than he cared to admit, never expecting that the fringe group of Death Eaters that had escaped persecution would turn on his own family, sending his wife a cursed set of combs that killed her as soon as she touched them. Even his estrangement from his son had hurt him, but it was specifically the fact that he had to go back to the empty Malfoy Manor every night and sleep in that large, cold bed by himself that had him gazing wistfully at the happy couple in the corner.

"She's a pretty thing, isn't she?" Sirius commented, taking a sip of his own cup as his eyes followed Lucius's. "I suppose I'm glad Remus got to her first, because Lord knows I was battling my own demons about going for that little slice."

Lucius glanced at the lascivious man.

"Does Remus know you talk about his wife like that?" he asked mildly.

Sirius chuckled.

"All the time. I do it in their presence. Remus usually chuckles but there are times when I've caught 'Mione giving me the once over. Bloody shame…married so young."

"Jealous, Black?"

Sirius let out the bark of a laugh that Lucius had to admit he found rather annoying.

"Not in the slightest. Plus, Harry would have my balls for breakfast if I looked at her sideways. He's gotten quite protective of his little group. Draco too, come to think of it." Looking at Lucius, he cleared his throat. "Um…Draco says 'hi,' by the way."

Lucius nodded, but didn't say anything else.

"Alright, Sirius," Ginny said, her voice carrying a twinge of frustration as she re-entered the studio, a tall, peculiar-looking blonde witch following her closely, notepad in hand, a quill tucked haphazardly into her long, wild hair. "I'm almost ready for you. Why don't you make yourself comfortable on the chaise?"

Sirius smirked at Lucius.

"I suppose it's time for my close-up," he said, putting his empty cup down and shrugging out of his black silk robe as he walked unabashedly to the chaise.

Lucius's eyes were fixed on the intriguing witch, who was staring quite unashamedly at Sirius's lower body. Arching an eyebrow, he watched as she jotted down a couple of notes in her pad, whispering something to Ginny. The redhead seemed to be holding back a long-suffering sigh, whispering something back to the woman before turning her attention to the man in front of her.

"Legs up on the…for the love of Merlin, Sirius, what the hell?" she shouted.

"What?" he asked in a tone that even Lucius knew was a little too innocent.

"You…what…are those bite marks?"

Lucius watched as both Remus and Hermione chuckled in the corner, undoubtedly used to Sirius's badges of honour from his many trysts.

"Are they?" the man said mildly, to which Lucius rolled his eyes.

"Sirius Black, I told you not to…"

"Easy, love. I can fix it," Sirius said mildly, and with a wave of his wand, Lucius watched as he glamoured whatever marks were on his body.

"I bloody told you not to do anything…" Ginny grumbled as she looked into the lens of her camera, setting up some test shots.

"Yes I know, but her name was Ana and she was Russian and really, Ginger, I can't say 'no' to a beautiful Russian dominatrix."

Sighing and turning back to the coffee pot, Lucius wondered how any woman could possibly fall for Sirius's bullshit charm. It seemed so insincere and slightly patronizing to him.

"Mr. Malfoy?" a matter-of-fact voice said, more of a statement than a question, behind him and Lucius turned to see the bizarre witch standing in front of him. Letting his eyes skim over her, he found himself amused – and admittedly, slightly aroused – by the unusual outfit she was wearing. While most young witches conformed to the styles of Witch Weekly, the young woman in front of him seemed to be going out of her way to piss off the fashion police. Her long, curved body was clad in a crazy yellow and orange print tunic, several sizes too big, a pair of blue and grey plaid leggings, and combat boots. Around her neck was an extraordinary necklace that seemed to be made entirely of butterbeer tops.

'Fascinating,' Lucius thought to himself, 'Utterly fascinating.'

"It's a common misconception, Mr. Malfoy, but my face is actually a good foot above where your eyes are fixed," the young woman said in that same, matter-of-fact tone that gave Lucius a start. It was true he had been fixed on her breasts, a little small and less perky than his normal taste, but he had never been called on it before.

"I…er…yes. Sorry, Miss…?"

"Lovegood. Luna Lovegood," she replied, proffering her hand to him. "I'm writing the article for the three of you."

"Oh," he said, his brow furrowing. "I was under the impression that a Miss Vane would be writing the article."

"Yes, so were we all. But the next photo shoot is taking place in Romania and the only way Romilda could get there on time was to go early today. So you're going to have to make due (do) with me."

Lucius smiled winningly.

"I don't think I'll have a problem with that, Miss Lovegood," he said silkily.

"I should think not. These inane articles write themselves anyway," she said, her focus already straying to the room around her.

Lucius arched his eyebrow again. Most women fell in a dead faint at his feet when he employed the dark, seductive Malfoy charm. This woman was clearly someone to be reckoned with.

"Am I to understand that you're not a fan of this type of journalism, Miss Lovegood?" he asked.

"Call me Luna, please, I don't conform to the arcane tradition of titles," she said airily, turning back to him, her protuberant blue eyes fixed on him. "And in answer to your question, I have no problems with the type of writing they require here at Playwitch. I write freelance, so I go where the work takes me. But I was so hoping to do some research on an article I'm working on about the rampant kimmelroach migration and this is putting me behind schedule."

Lucius frowned, having never heard of such beasts.

"I'm sorry…the what migration?"

Luna opened her mouth to give what Lucius assumed was a well practiced explanation, when activity from behind them interrupted.

"Sweet Merlin's poorly executed comb-over Sirius! Will you cut the theatrics and just get on with it!" Ginny shouted, pulling her flaming head away from the camera lens, her hands going to her hips in a gesture they had all seen from her mother at one stage or another. Remus was having hysterics in the corner, while Hermione watched on with quiet disapproval.

Lucius's attention was drawn back to the unique blonde when she let out a frustrated huff, grabbed his hand and proceeded to drag him toward the back door of the studio. He was so shocked at being manhandled for the first time in his life that he followed her wordlessly into a short hallway where a series of closed doors greeted them.

"Right, this will do," Luna said, stopping in front of the first door on the right, pushing it open and practically shoving the older man inside.

"But this is a..." Lucius started to protest, but Luna had already pushed in beside him and closed the door. He heard her rustling in the dark before she lit the tip of her wand.

They were in a broom cupboard.

"Is this really necessary?" he asked, staring down at her, noticing the faint line of freckles on the naked skin of her face. He couldn't remember the last time he had seen a woman without make-up. Narcissa wouldn't have been caught dead at the breakfast table without at least a swipe of lipstick to decorate her features.

"Yes, it is," Luna replied, re-shuffling her notebook before staring up at him with clear blue eyes. "Now, Romilda tells me you've done a Playwitch spread before, how does it feel coming back?"

Lucius took a step back, leaning against a bare patch of the stark walls, letting an easy, seductive smile spread across his face.

"I don't remember a lot of last time, it was the 70's after all," he said with a light chuckle, expecting her to laugh along. He was disappointed when all she did was write down his response.

"Do you pose naked often?" she asked, not lifting her head.

"Excuse me?"

"Well, you seemed rather comfortable in front of the camera. I was just wondering if you did it often," she replied, pen poised.

Lucius took a breath and hesitated before answering.

"No, no I don't pose nude often," then, "you aren't going to add that in, are you?"

"Oh no, this is just for curiosity's sake," she replied, her face remaining neutral as she looked up with a smile.

He nodded, still slightly confused and frustrated by the enigma of a witch in front of him.

"So what questions are you supposed to be asking me?"

"The usual drivel, favourite colour, ultimate date, perfect afternoon, hidden talent," she rattled off, waving her hand as if they were unimportant.

Lucius waited for her to ask the question so he could answer it, but the woman just stared up at him with a pleasant, unassuming smile.

"Green, a home cooked meal, a book in front of the fire and no," he replied after a moment, waiting for her to write the responses down. She just continued to stare at him.

"Miss Lovegood?" he prompted when she still stood staring up at him, her face fixed in a smile that was doing funny things to him.

"Yes, Mr Malfoy?" she asked after a moment or two.

"Are you going to write that down?" he asked.

"No, I'll remember it," she replied, blinking her large eyes up at him. He was beginning to wonder if she was the victim of an unfortunate potions accident. He had seen patients in St Mungo's act more normal.

"Is that all then?"

"Well..." she started, licking her lips enticingly, before plunging forward, "Did you find yourself attracted to the woman who interviewed you last time?"

"Ah...I believe it was Bildung Bloomsbury who interviewed me last time," he replied, frowning in confusion.

"Oh," she replied, looking down at her notebook with a frown of her own.

"Why?" he asked, wondering if he truly wanted the answer. The truth was he was prolonging the interview as long as possible, intrigued by the unusual and highly unprofessional interview and more importantly the interviewer.

"Because you have been staring at me like I am something you want to eat since we first met. I was wondering if you slept with your first interviewer as well," she stated bluntly.

Lucius felt his eyebrows raise high into his hairline, he was sure his expression was that of shock.

"As well?" he managed to choke out.

"Of course. You want to have sex with me," she stated, leaving no doubt in her rather presumptuous but not altogether incorrect assertion.

Lucius opened and closed his mouth to answer, but was stopped when her petite hands dropped the notebook to the floor, her fingers reaching for the hem of her loud dress, drawing it up her thighs and over her head before he could form his next coherent thought.

He was used to women throwing themselves at him; it was something that hadn't changed since school and ever throughout his marriage. However, he normally had at least some notion it was going to happen - a wink here, a brush there, a well-placed hand or a suggestive whisper - but with Luna Lovegood there had been nothing.

Her boots clunked to the floor and her bright stockings followed. He found himself staring down at the petite, but well formed naked body of a woman who had to be younger than his own son. That didn't seem to bother him, however, as his next thought came to his lips.

"You don't wear underwear?"

Smooth. Very smooth.

"No, do you?" she asked, a wicked grin crossing her features as she took a step forward and reached for him.

With a jolt he realized she was teasing him and he immediately knew he had lost the upper hand. She hands went to the belt of his robe, but she didn't pull it open, instead she stood on the tips of her toes, her face less than an inch from his.

"Aren't you going to kiss me?" she asked, and her sweet, apple-scented breath washed over him, making him close his eyes as his hands wrapped around her waist, the action almost involuntary.

"Aren't you going to say please?" he found himself asking, his voice having dropped a few octaves as his body responded to her close proximity.

He felt her smile against his lips, not quite touching him, but close enough that the smallest movement was noticeable without having to look down.

"Please," she breathed.

Lucius gave a short tug on her waist, her body moulding completely to his now as he slammed his lips down on hers earning a short gasp of pleasure. She tasted as she smelled and her pert lips moved against his with such earnest enthusiasm that he found himself enjoying the contact more than he had in years. Kissing to him was normally a preliminary action to a good, old-fashioned shag, but with Luna the action took on a much more satisfying purpose.

She moaned approving noises from the back of her throat, her arms slipping inside the edges of his robe, making the muscles in his stomach jerk as she explored him. Her fingertips were so light against his body that he thought she might be hesitant to touch him – a thought that had him rethinking the intelligence of shagging a much-younger witch in the broom cupboard of the Playwitch magazine studios. When she bit his lip, however, and her flattened palms slid teasingly over his nipples, he got the distinct impression that – despite her age – the woman knew exactly what she was doing to him.

"We've got to make this quick," she whispered against his lips as he found himself getting lost in the delicious softness of her body. "Ginny'll be looking for you to finish the group shot."

He groaned, her slow, surprising seduction having turned his body into one sensitive nerve ending.

"I don't think you're going to have to worry about it being quick, love," he breathed. "But quick doesn't necessarily mean good."

She pulled away slightly, and Lucius felt his cock twitch when he saw the hint of a naughty smile on her face.

"Why don't you let me worry about it being good, Mr. Malfoy," she teased, licking her lips as her eyes trailed down his body and back up to the molten steel of his eyes. He shivered involuntarily at the sensual way the word 'mister' left her lips.

He watched her as she looked at him, seemingly sizing him up. He took the opportunity to evaluate her – though he knew in his heart and other decidedly less-complicated places that she was sexy as all hell. Though he still maintained that her body type was not that of the witches he usually found himself attracted to, he had to admit that there was something deeply intriguing about her supple, smooth curves, dusky nipples, and wild hair. She was pear shaped – child-bearing hips, he found himself thinking – and in an instant he wondered what it would be like to have this creature in his bed for a period of time longer than a few stolen minutes in a broom cupboard.

Her eyes flicked back up to his, and any thought other than being buried inside her – and quickly – left his mind.

"Lean against the wall, widen your stance, and bend your knees," she demanded in a tone that almost screamed business had it not been for the mischievous twinkle in her blue eyes and soft, tender hands wrapping around his neck.

For the first time in his life, Lucius said nothing and did exactly what he was told.

Smirking, the blonde nymph lifted her leg, bending it as she extended it up and settled it on his shoulder. His eyes widened as he felt his cock brush against the heat of her now-exposed core, the very idea that she could bend like that making his body ache even more.

"Sweet Morgana," he whispered as she smirked at him, her hands playing with the strands of blond hair falling over his shoulders.

Bending the leg that was still on the ground, she dropped her hand to his length and guided him inside her. They both gasped and Lucius was extremely grateful for the wall behind him as he let his head fall back as her tight, wet heat enveloped him like an agonizingly tantalizing glove.

"Oh Merlin…" Luna moaned, letting her head tip back as she started to move her hips against his.

Hooking his arm around her lower back, Lucius used the wall as leverage and moved with her, undulating his hips as his other hand trailed down the centre of her body, revelling in the smooth, responsive skin. Licking his lips, he bent down, catching one of her mouth-watering nipples and circling his tongue slowly around it, involuntarily thrusting harder when she moaned his name – his first name – and brought a hand to his head to hold him there.

"For the love of nargles…don't stop…" she moaned, arching her body even more as he moved to the neglected breast. Lucius had no idea – nor did he really care – what on earth these nargles were but as he felt her body slowly tightening, he lost all coherent thought and became a primitive, thrusting beast.

Lucius had never lost his cool during sex before. Before marrying Narcissa he had developed a reputation as being one of the best shags at Hogwarts and within the elite social circles he frequented afterwards. He had always been strong, demanding, and his stamina was matched by very few. But in those moments, wrapped in the cocoon of heat and sensuality exuded by this chit of a girl, all those carefully-honed tools of sexual prowess flew out the narrow, dirty window that sat in the corner. He was a lustful, primal animal who seemed to fit perfectly into the tight sheath he was now rutting passionately within.

She cried out when he hit an angle that he knew had most women's knees buckling, and his grip around her waist tightened as she wrapped her arms around his neck, her leg still extended on his shoulder as her upper body pressed against his. Their movements were restricted by their position but the small, gentle rocking seemed to do far more damage to their delicate self-control than anything else.

Catching her lips, Lucius lifted her into his arms, her other leg wrapping tightly around his calf, and spun them around. He pressed her against the wall, falling into her and she cried out, biting his bottom lip hard as she came. Lucius, turned on by the sudden pain of her teeth and her nails clawing down his back, grunted as he thrust his hips against her, his body tensing as he jerked, cumming hard within the gripping core that he suddenly realized he never wanted to leave.

Breathing hard, they held each other for a moment before he looked into her eyes. He was taken by just how blue they were. They were large and almond-shaped and he was suddenly taken with just how young, how innocent, and yet how utterly enchanting she was. He was certain he had never met a woman like her, and he was even more certain that he would never meet a woman like her again.

Pulling back slightly to allow her room to stand, she dropped her leg from his shoulder, though her arms stayed loosely around his neck. Smiling slightly, she bit her lip, running a finger over his cheek and swiping his lower lip before leaning in and laving her bite mark with her tongue.

Lucius's body shuddered pleasantly at the intimacy of such an act.

"My flat is three streets over," she whispered against his lips. "I'll be ready at 7."

He blinked.

"What?" he asked, once again not fully comprehending.

She pulled back, smiling ingenuously before walking over to her clothes.

"For our date," she said matter-of-factly.

Lucius blinked.

"Our date?"

"Oh yes," she said, pulling her tights on with a smile before grabbing her tunic. "You intend to take me out to dinner, don't you? I mean, after a shag like that, how could you refuse the opportunity to do it again?"

She pulled on the garishly-coloured shirt before slipping into her boots and grabbing her quill and notebook. Turning to him, she shot him a dazzling smile and a wink.

"I might even let you be on top," she said devilishly before flouncing out the door.

Lucius had just enough wherewithal to pull his robe around his body as he chased after her.

"I don't know where…" he started but she turned back to him and smiled as she continued walking backwards.

"Ginny has the address. Just say I told you we needed to finish up the article," she interrupted.

"But the other…"

"I know where they live. I'll interview them tomorrow. Now I really must be going, Mr. Malfoy, for, you see, I have a date at 7 with a rather attractive older man and there's much to do before then."

Lucius watched, dumbstruck, as she rounded the corner out of sight.

"Lucius!" Ginny's demanding voice sounded behind him, and he turned to see her glaring at him with her hands on her hips.

"Yes?" he replied, a bemused smile starting to spread on his face.

"We're ready for you, maestro," she said sarcastically, crossing her arms.

"Oh, right. Er…you couldn't give me a moment, could you?"

Her eyes narrowed.

"Why?"

"Just…need to use the loo."

She rolled her eyes.

"Now is not the time for a wank, Mr. Malfoy."

"I hardly need one, Miss Weasley," he replied, and she cocked her eyebrow when she saw the meaning in his eyes.

Then she sighed.

"Go and clean up. I'll have her address waiting for you when you come back in. But for the love of Merlin, hurry up!" she huffed, and Lucius smirked slightly when he caught her mumbling, "Shagging the subject was not part of her job description."

"I suppose she considered it a perk," he called out as the redhead walked back into the studio.

"Or a pitfall," came the smart remark, but Ginny turned back and shot him that dazzling smile that he had seen her give Sirius earlier and with his heart lightened and a spring in his step, Lucius walked to the bathroom, thinking that with a new-found respect from the youngest Weasley and a beautiful, intriguing witch on his arm, his luck definitely seemed to be turning.

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