The Noble House of Black
Curiosity
daydream11
for ladylucius of LiveJournal
Written July 28, 2009
The pair stepped out onto the balcony, both of them sighing with pleasure when their heated skin came into contact with the winter air. The roar of voices dimmed once Lucius shut the door behind them, though they could still hear the din of laughter and music coming from the New Year's Ball they had just left behind. Wrapped in Lucius' cape, Narcissa didn't find herself cold, and her suitor's sweet smile – always for her, only for her – warmed her in ways the cape couldn't quite manage. The two of them stood side by side, barely touching and very still, with only a slight tremor in their hands that betrayed the adrenaline rush both of them felt just then.
"Miss Black," Lucius said. "I must express my gratitude for your company this evening." He took her hand and kissed its palm, his soft lips lingering, his breath tickling her skin. She blushed in the fairy light, and flushed still when she realized that he had caught it.
"It was my pleasure," she replied. Impulsively she reached out for a loose hair; she had noticed it falling out of his normally impeccable hair tie and had been itching to place it back to rights. Narcissa gasped when he caught her arm and kissed the crook inside her elbow. Shivering, she trembled as he trailed kisses along her arms and up her neck. He kissed her jaw; his lips were so warm and much too close to her own, and for a moment Narcissa held her breath, her body shaking underneath Lucius' firm hold.
And then he had her close, her head against his chest, fingers stroking her neck in a way that was not appropriate, and why wouldn't he leave her be? "We should go inside," she whispered, pushing him away. "My mother would want to know where I am." Lucius kissed her again, on her cheek, but even this innocent touch made her squirm. Narcissa Black did not squirm.
Until tonight, that is.
She chanced a glance and met his eyes; bright and gray, they looked back with what Narcissa, with all of her seventeen years, was now able to describe as lust. She knew this only because she felt this herself, and if she didn't leave his presence right then she would do something Unmentionable, and the thought alone had her shifting uncomfortably. Shifting. Narcissa met Lucius' gaze again, with the frank need.
She found herself reaching for him again, and this time she would kiss him properly and keep better control, but before she could press her lips against his light and laughter spilled onto the balcony, and there was Bella dragging her away from him. Narcissa glimpsed behind her and Lucius was still there, and so was that look in his eyes, and another that promised later, that they could meet later.
But when, exactly, was later?