A/N: Rating change to M due to upcoming sexual scenes. Skip them if you must.

Their lips remained attached as Lucius shut the door behind them. They didn't bother to lock the door, erect wards or cast any Silencing Charms. They'd lost their wands sometime during their ascent up the marble staircase to her bedroom. They wanted each other badly, and they couldn't wait to get their hands on each other.

Lucius pushed Narcissa up against the door and spread her legs with his knee. He wrapped one of her legs around his waist and cupped her bottom. Narcissa moaned into his mouth, feeling his fingertips digging into her sensitive flesh. Lucius wasted no time deepening their kiss, allowing his tongue to flit out and caress hers.

Narcissa trailed a hand down his body, tracing the hardened indentations of his stomach and chest. She tugged on his nipples, eliciting a groan from him, which made her smirk. Her hand continued down his torso, stopping to caress the sensitive skin under his navel. She slowly lowered her hand and stroked his hard length. Lucius groaned louder and gently thrust his hips in time with her hand.

She stroked him for a few minutes before lining him up with her entrance, attempting to put him inside her. Lucius chuckled and removed her hand from his cock. He wrapped a hand around her wrists and placed her hands over her head. Narcissa whimpered, displeased that he was denying her. She positively ached with the need to feel him deep inside her.

Lucius tore his lips away from hers and buried them into her neck. He nibbled, licked and sucked every inch, causing Narcissa's legs to tremble mercilessly under his ministrations. He knew the exact spots to hit to make her melt, and he lavished each of them with attention. He smirked into her neck, knowing that this was just the beginning.

He trailed his lips down her shoulder before coming to rest at the top of her heaving breast. He pulled away, letting his warm breath ghost on her nipple. Goosebumps appeared on the pale flesh surrounding it. He brought his lips back and captured it between his teeth. He gently nipped her rosy nipple, earning a breathy moan from the writhing witch beneath him. He took it into his mouth and licked and sucked the bud until it hardened.

With his free hand, Lucius caressed the soft skin behind her knee, climbing higher and higher to the spot where she desired him the most. Her inner thighs, already coated with her growing arousal, trembled under his touches. He let his fingers get close, gently stroking skin at the very top of her legs, right outside her outer folds. He traced circles into her flesh for a few seconds before travelling back down her leg, coming to rest at her knee.

She quickly grew needy, her impatience growing. She wanted him, and she wanted him now. She grew frustrated with his teasing, and she wished she could have her hands back so she could place them right where she wanted them. She was already on the edge of falling apart, and he hadn't even properly touched her yet.

Narcissa arched her back and whimpered loudly as he continued his torturous touches. In an effort to feel some relief, she tried to grind herself on his knee, which rested between her legs. Lucius immediately scolded her and moved his lower body away from her, keeping his knee just out of her reach.

"Stop teasing me, you bastard," she growled. "I want it."

"Is that so?" Lucius softly stroked her soaked outer folds. "Like this?" He inserted only the tip of his finger into her. He moved it back and forth, bypassing her clit and refusing to go any deeper.

"Yes," she hissed, attempting to impale herself on his finger. He pulled away, shook his head and laughed.

"Patience, luv. Patience," he chided, watching her eyes narrow into tiny slits. She huffed and an incredibly sexy pout formed on her lips. He tore his eyes away from her luscious lips, avoiding the temptation to give into her completely. "I'll give it to you. I promise." He absolutely adored having her all worked up. He wanted to push her to the very edge, knowing the outcome would be much more pleasurable for her.

She obeyed and became fully submissive, allowing him to teased and torture as he pleased. Without warning, he shoved his finger deep into her and began rubbing it back and forth in a quick and rough pace. His thumb rubbed circles onto her rock hard clit, and his lips descended on her neck again.

"Oh god, Lucius!" Narcissa hissed. "Right there! Yes… just like that…"

Distracted by her sexy moans, he loosened his grip on her hands. She broke free and immediately cupped his toned arse. Her sharp nails dug into his skin, causing him to hiss and bite down on her collarbone, which turned her on even more. He inserted a second finger into her, curling it up and stroking her most pleasurable spot buried deep inside her. Her tight channel began to pulsate around him, and he knew she was close. He quickly brought her to the edge, knowing that one more touch would have her falling apart against him.

"Damn you, Lucius!" she roared as he withdrew his fingers.

"Patience, darling," he drawled, refusing to enter her body, which shook against the door. "What's the magic word, luv?"

"Now! Right now!" She slammed her palms into the door.

"Close enough," he muttered, shrugging his shoulders. He roughly shoved his fingers back into her, burying them to the hilt. He quickly found her clit, rubbed it back and forth and pinched it between his forefinger and thumb. He doubled his efforts until she was practically sobbing against him.

"Oh, god, Lucius!" she screamed as she felt her orgasm quickly approaching. Her body started to convulse around his fingers, and her legs felt like jelly. She felt her back slipping down the door.

Lucius' strong arms pulled her back up, and he wrapped her other leg around his waist. He carried her to the bed and gently laid her on top of it. He spread her legs and drove his tongue deep into her, delivering strokes of intense pleasure. Her head thrashed to and fro, and it was almost too much. She tried to wriggle away from him, but he pressed his forearms into her thighs, holding her down and open for him. His tongue circled her clit, and she felt as if she was about to faint from the overwhelming pleasure that coursed through her flushed body.

"Shite, Lucius… feels so good…"

Encouraged, Lucius' fingers joined his tongue, thrusting back into her at a fast and hard pace that had her panting. He curled his fingers up, easily finding her most sensitive spot. He bit down gently on her clit, and she came with a deafening scream around his mouth and fingers. Her back arched off the bed as her body convulsed. Her hands dug into his scalp, yanking on his long locks. Lucius' eyes widened, and he clenched his jaw, trying hard to ignore the pain. Eventually, her grip let up and he stayed put, drinking her pleasure until she finally came down from her high.

"Was that to your liking, Mrs Malfoy?" he smirked, raking his eyes up and down her flushed body, smeared lipstick and messy hair. Her body shook with the aftermath of her orgasm. He kissed up her stomach and chest, coming to rest at her lips. He placed a soft kiss on them. She nodded and kissed him back.

"Your turn." She pushed him off her, climbed on top of him and straddled him between her thighs.

Lucius laid back and rested his head in his hands. His mouth dropped in anticipation, completely in awe of the beautiful woman sitting on top of him. She slowly rose and lowered herself on him, slowly working him into her body. He desperately wanted to pull her to his chest and thrust into her, but he stayed still, knowing that she wanted control the pace.

She started off maddeningly slow, allowing only the head of his cock inside her. She removed him from her and rubbed his tip against her clit. Lucius growled and dug his fingers into her hips. He thrust his hips off the bed, hoping she'd move faster.

"No, Mr. Malfoy. I don't think so," she teased, wagging a finger at him. She bit down on her bottom lip and pried his hands off her hips. "This isn't how this is going to work." She pushed his arms to his sides and wrapped her hands around his wrists.

Lucius sighed, knowing that he was eventually going to pay the price for teasing and tormenting her. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, she released his hands and sank down, allowing his full length inside her. Lucius gasped as the pleasing sensation of complete fullness took over him. She rocked her hips back and forth, moving faster and faster.

"You feel so good." Lucius' eyes rolled in the back of his head as he watched his wife move. She drove him wild – the way she bit down on her lower lip and how she played with her nipples. She leaned forward, and her blonde hair formed a curtain over his face. "Oh god… just like that," he whinged, caressing her back as she continued to move at a dizzying pace.

Eventually, her movements started to slow, and he knew that it was his time to take over. He pulled her down, loving the feel of her breasts pressed against his chest. He lifted his hips off the bed and plunged into her, his cock hitting her cervix. She whinged and allowed him set the pace until she caught her breath. Soon, she started moving with him. Their bodies rocked harder and faster against each other until they both climaxed together.

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Narcissa rolled off Lucius, panting hard and struggling to catch her breath. Her long blonde hair fanned out across the pillows. She placed her palms on her stomach, trying to still her rapid heartbeat. A small smile spread across her face.

She'd finally gotten what she wanted. The Weasley boy had been a touch too soft. He had required too much guidance and instruction. Xenophilius had been a tad too rough. Lucius was just right, and he'd given her so much pleasure. Only he knew what spots to hit to make her beg, moan and scream. Only he could fill her with so much love and passion.

Turning to her side, Narcissa scooted closer to Lucius and wrapped a leg around his lower body, effectively pinning him to the bed. Lucius smirked at his wife's outward display of possession. She rested her head against his shoulder and placed a hand on his chest. She had him back, and she didn't want to let him go. Lucius shifted slightly and put an arm over her shoulders, pressing her into his chest.

Her smile grew wider, staring at his closed eyes and flushed face. He hadn't completely recovered from their vigorous session. The heat radiated off his body, and she felt his heart thudding against his chest. Her hand flitted down his body, caressing the hardened planes of his stomach and chest.

Lucius sighed softly, pleased have his wife's arms around him again. He remained still, allowing her hand to continue its journey up and down his body. He buried his face into her hair, breathing in the lingering scent of rosewater. He'd missed her so much when they were apart. In that moment, he vowed to do whatever he could to make sure that she stayed in his life where she belonged.

He ran his hand up and down the smooth skin of her back. A soft, appreciative moan escaped her lips. Encouraged, he continued his ministrations until his fingers found the side of her rounded breast. He traced it with a single finger, earning a louder, breathier moan from his wife.

Lucius rolled them over and pressed his chest into her curved back. Narcissa sighed once more, enjoying his warmth. He palmed her breast, pinching and twisting her nipple until it formed into a hardened peak. She felt his warm breath on his neck, and her eyes closed as he planted soft kisses on it.

"I love you, Cissa," he whispered into the outer shell of his ear, pressing his lips into the sensitive spot behind it. "I love you so much, and I never want to let you go again. My life has been a complete mess without you by my side. I'm so sorry for everything I've done wrong, and I'll do whatever you want to make it right. Please do not leave me again. I don't know if I can bear it." A tear fell from his eye. More soon followed and covered her slim shoulder.

Narcissa rolled over and tilted her chin up, locking eyes with her husband. The tears that trickled down his face broke her heart. She reached up, brushed them away and made soft reassuring noises to calm him down. She waited until he regained his composure before she opened her mouth to reply.

"Luv, you're in my flat," Narcissa pointed out. "I'm not going anywhere," she responded, running a hand through his long blond hair, unraveling the tangled strands.

"No, Cissa! You know what I mean!" Lucius growled. "What did this mean?" He gestured to the space between them. "Do I mean anything to you? Do you love me? Do you want me to leave?" His head fell to his chest, and he took a few deep breaths, trying to still the tears that threatened to fall down his face.

Narcissa remained silent for a few moments, surveying the broken man before her. Her brow furrowed, and she bit her bottom lip, watching him trying to keep his composure. She carefully considered her options. She couldn't deny that she still loved him, despite everything that they'd been through over the years. A part of her heart would always belong to him. She did want him back, but she wasn't sure she could trust him to keep out of trouble and quit planning more ludicrous schemes. She wanted him to trust her and allow her to make the decisions on how their family would fully regain their standing in the Wizarding world.

"Sweetheart, insecurity doesn't suit you," she stated, shaking her head. Her hand snaked up his chest, cupped his chin and tilted his face up to hers. "Stop crying. Malfoys do not cry."

Lucius' eyes widened, and he cringed as she used one of his favourite sayings against him. "Just answer! Please!" he begged, wiping away the tear tracks from his cheeks with the back of his hand.

"Shh…" Narcissa instructed, placing a finger on Lucius' lips. "I don't want you to leave. I do love you…"

"But?" Lucius interrupted, his brow crinkling. Her response didn't sound convincing. He attempted to move away, but she wrapped her legs around his body, keeping him in place.

"I'm not sure I can trust you," Narcissa admitted. "I trusted you, and it hurt me so much to discover what you had planned. I couldn't believe that you'd be stupid enough to throw away everything we'd been working so hard to regain. Worst of all, you didn't even bother to consider my opinions. They didn't even matter to you."

"We could have discussed it, Narcissa! You left without giving us a chance to talk about it!"

"Lucius, I had to! You wouldn't have listed to me! And, I would have eventually given into you like always!" Narcissa countered. "Do you know how long I've wanted to work as a Healer? Do you know how long I've wanted to been seen as something other than the perfect pure-blood wife and mother? I'm finally making a positive contribution to the world, and I refuse to give that up."

"I'm not asking you to," Lucius replied. "I meant it when I said I'd be willing to do whatever you want. We can even live here if you'd like. It's closer to St Mungo's, and Draco and Astoria can move into the Manor once they've wed. You don't have to give any of this up for me."

"Really?"

"Yes," confirmed Lucius. "It makes you happy and you deserve it, Cissa. I saw it in your eyes when you told me about your work at St Mungo's. You've made such a difference there, and I am extremely proud of you," he added, flashing her a smile.

"That's good," she murmured. "But, how do I know you've changed? Yes, you didn't do what you'd planned, but how do I know you haven't planned something else?"

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"Have a look," urged Lucius, pointing to his temple. Narcissa shook her head, unwilling to enter his mind. She recalled his intimate moments with Miss Greengrass. She really couldn't handle it if she saw him with more women. "Please, Cissa."

She nodded and wordlessly entered his mind. Images of Lucius sitting in front of a roaring fireplace, staring at the flickering flames with tears falling down his face and a tumbler of Firewhisky clutched in his hand assaulted her. His sadness over their separation consumed him entirely, and stripped him of his health and beauty. Unlike her, he lacked a strong support group to pull him from his grief. Draco helped a little, but Draco felt like Lucius deserved what he got after the way he'd treated her. It took Lucius a full two years to recover.

She watched him successfully avoid temptation to engage in any further wrongdoing. Plenty of offers trickled in, but he turned them down. Instead, he worked behind the scenes, donating money and providing business suggestions to several charities that formed after the end of the war. To her surprise, he'd been one of the biggest benefactors to some of St Mungo's newer initiatives, including hers.

In the next memory, Lucius watched her accept her role as the head of her team. He hid in the shadows of the dim ballroom that evening. His eyes shone with undying love, devotion and pride as he watched her take centre stage. He clapped loudly when she had finished discussing the goals she had for the cursed children. Of course, he left before she spotted him, knowing that his presence wasn't welcomed or wanted.

Finally, she flipped through his memories from their evening together and their reunion. He'd felt hopeful – that perhaps he could win her back in his life. She felt his sadness when he realised that perhaps their relationship was beyond repair. She confirmed his honesty when he mentioned he'd do whatever she wished so long as he had her back in his life for good.

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"Were there others?" she asked once she'd exited his mind. Lucius' brow furrowed, wondering what possessed her to pose that question when she simply could have found his memories.

"Just two," he admitted, hanging his head in shame. "They were just one time things," he added.

Lucius hadn't wanted to engage in intimacy with anyone other than his wife, but she'd been long gone at that point. He'd been at a bar in Knockturn Alley, encouraged out by Yaxley. He'd been rather inebriated and miserable about his life. The women had been there, ready to help him forget and temporarily numb his pain. Of course, he'd regretted it the moment it was over. The women hadn't been able to compare to his wife, and they most certainly weren't even close to being suitable replacements.

"I suppose that's understandable," replied Narcissa, after a long moment of silence. She didn't enjoy the thought of him with other women, but she didn't blame him. At least he hadn't had any long-term relationships following their separation.

"What about you?" he asked, afraid to hear her response.

"Just two," she whispered back, immediately wishing she'd lied to him.

Lucius' blood boiled, imagining two other sets of hands on his wife. He curled his hands into fists and pressed his lips into a thin line. He wanted to rip apart the men with his bare hands. He opened his mouth to ask her who, but stopped to think about her confession rationally. He realised he couldn't be upset with her. After all, he'd pushed her out of his life with his constant mistakes. He'd also slept with two other women. So, technically, they were even.

"Are you involved with someone now?" she asked, her voice quivering slightly, recalling the loving look in his eyes as he stared at Daphne Greengrass. "Lucius, this won't work if you're involved with someone else…"

"No, Cissa!" Lucius interjected, shaking his head furiously. "Absolutely not!"

"It's just that the papers…"

"Shh…" Lucius placed a finger on her lips. "Narcissa, my heart is undeniably yours. It has always been yours, and it'll be yours forever. All I'm asking for is a second chance to prove to you that I'm worth it."

Seconds later, Lucius' eyes widened when Narcissa wrapped her arms around him and pulled him flush against her body. Her lips crashed into his, accepting his request with a fiery kiss that made his whole body shake. He kissed her back with just as much passion, forcing her mouth open so he could taste her.

A few minutes later, they pulled apart, breathing hard. Smiles graced their reddened faces. He reached for her hands and intertwined them in his. His heart, full of happiness, felt as if it was about to burst out of his chest.

"I love you so much, Lucius," Narcissa declared, peppering his upper chest with soft kisses. "You're the only one for me. I'm more than willing to give you a second chance."

Lucius responded in kind, positively beaming once he'd heard his wife's words. He looked up at the ceiling and thanked Merlin for blessing him with the most wonderful wife. He looked into her eyes and promised not to make any more mistakes. She simply nodded, and he saw love and devotion shining in her eyes.

He wanted to discuss everything - their future living arrangements and so forth and so on, but she shushed him. She tucked her head into the crook of his arm and placed one last kiss on his shoulder. He ran a hand through her long blonde hair, massaging her scalp and untangling some of the more unruly strands.

Eventually, her eyes drifted shut, and she fell asleep with her arms wrapped tightly around his waist. Moments later, he succumbed to sleep with a huge smile plastered on his face, incredibly happy to have reunited with his wife at long last.