Author's note; This is the first and probably the only fic I'll write like this. It's a dream I had after watching a Jason Isaacs interview. It contains cheating. (Lucius cheating on Narcissa) and Lucius is a muggle. (I know! Don't shoot me.) I was going to make him a wizard living in the muggle world after serving his sentence in Azkaban, but I decided to stay true to my dream. Lucius looks like Jason Isaacs as you'll undoubtedly notice. Luscious Lucius isn't our beloved platinum blond, this time. Hermione is however true to character. I just had to get this out of my head so that I could concentrate on other projects. The chapters will be a bit shorter and the updates more frequent.

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They met on a rainy day in Liverpool. It was the day of a race for charity, a half marathon. He looked at her in passing, but his eyes stuck when she smiled. It illuminated her entire face. She was beautiful.

He wasn't used to being attracted to random women, he was after all married. For thirty goddamn years. Their union hadn't been happy for over twenty of those years, but still, he rarely looked at anyone with anything approaching lust. But he felt it right then, curling through his stomach, which made his cock twitch. The random woman met his gaze, and then his dropped to her lips. They were stretched wide in a grin, but obviously full, pouting perfection.

He was too old for this shit. But his entire being said otherwise. His cock twitched again, rising eagerly as he imagined those plush lips wrapped around its length. For the first time, his gaze dropped to study the rest of her. Her body was relatively slender, her breasts and hips clearly visible beneath the running outfit she wore with her marathon number pinned to the front and back. She was sexy, to his horror his cock lifted further into a full erection. His fucking shorts must be tented by now.

What the hell was he going to do? He turned away, pretending to busy himself at his car and casually tucked his cock into the waistband of his shorts. The brief touch of his hand caused his cock to pulse desperately.

He turned back. Was she really that attractive or was he losing his mind?

When he'd turned away so abruptly the mystery woman had turned away too. Her back was to him now, her arms raised as she pulled her thick, long honey blond hair into a high ponytail and secured it. Her figure was phenomenal. Her ass was a perfectly perky curve and her waist narrow. She was young, much younger than him. Goddammit. This was incredibly inappropriate. What the fuck was wrong with him?

Fuck, it was getting worse. His erection grew even more, if such a thing were even possible. How was he going to fucking run with a raging hard-on? There were TV cameras, he was doing this marathon because he was a fucking celebrity and he was doing it for a children's hospital, to garner support for their cause.

The woman turned and froze as she met his gaze squarely once again. Her lips parted, suggesting that she was breathing faster and he could swear the fucking earth moved. His cock throbbed in response to her intense stare.

His hungry eyes swept across the rest of her face; oval face, winged brows, wide eyes, thick eyelashes and those damned full lips. Her skin was clear and creamy with just a hint of a tan. She was fucking perfection.

But he was married, his brain reminded him helpfully.

It had been many years since he'd cheated, while he'd been drowning in long since conquered addictions. He'd tried to mend broken fences and bruised hearts for the sake of their children. But it had never been the same. Their passion was stilted and forced. Fuck, he knew he was rationalising his attraction to this stranger, to lessen the guilt. But he hadn't been this hard and desperate before in his life and it was just from a look, a glance, a smile. He was in his fifties, for crying out loud, he should be past all this shit and yet here he was lusting after some woman probably young enough to be his daughter.

The race was about to start. He took a massive swig from his water bottle and turned to speak to the camera crew as they approached.

She was gone when he turned back. A sharp, painful wave of disappointment clutched at him.

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It was over an hour later that he saw her, just up ahead. Her alluring arse twitched as she ran full out. Of course, she was beating him. He grinned. He caught up at last. She turned her head slightly, her gorgeous eyes widening as she spotted him. They were a curious shade of gold, he hadn't been expecting such an unusual color. They ran neck and neck for several miles eyeing each other occasionally.

The race was nearly over, five miles, two miles, none. He and the nameless woman had come in the top ten. Not bad considering he'd only recently started running again and there were hundreds of contestants.

They slowed to a walk to lower their heart rates and breathing.

The cameras were there the whole way and he was acutely aware of them shadowing his every movement.

He stared a little as they drew to a complete halt, the mystery woman stared back, a shy smile curving her lips.

The Television crew drew level with him and he followed them reluctantly.

"That was fucking epic, Lucius!" His best friend, Antonin said exuberantly, slapping him on the back hard enough to dislodge a lung.

He smiled in reply and took a deep swallow of water from the proffered bottle an assistant was holding out to him. His gaze was still locked on that gorgeous woman fifty yards away, who was at that moment bending from the waist into a stretch.

She seemed equally aware of him, her eyes flickering towards him every so often.

He knew he was attractive after a lifelong career built on it, but the attention was flattering nonetheless. Did she recognised him? Was she a fan perhaps?

The more important question was - did it matter?

"Are you coming to the after party?" His friend asked, staring knowingly at him after observing his interest and the direction of it. "Would you like me to invite her?"

He focused on Antonin. "Absolutely." He kept a straight face as he poured the rest of the water over his head, despite the light drizzle he was burning up. "To both questions."

Tony smirked. In days gone by he'd often aided and abetted Lucius when he was on the prowl for pretty pussy. Admittedly those days were long past - until now. "Is 'cissa coming?"

Lucius returned the smirk, "You know she hates anything to do with my fame; this would be murder for her, cameras, interviews, fans. I'll call and warn her."

Tony gripped his shoulder in a friendly way, his gaze envious. "I'll see you there bud."

Lucius nodded absentmindedly as the gorgeous golden girl rose to her feet from a full leg stretch and looked for him. At least he presumed that's what she was doing and it was confirmed a moment later when her gaze found him and stopped. He could swear she blushed, but it was hard to tell from this distance. He didn't return her tentative smile, instead eyeing her with every ounce of the intensity he felt. His cock was hard and insistent instantly.

He left with the Television crew to do the post marathon interview. His mind kept drifting to the delectable girl but he maintained his usual casual charm for the audience and they ate it up.

Twenty years of living this way and this was the first time he'd been blindsided by a woman. The others had been a game; play to pass the monotony of fame, nothing more.

But this, this was more. He wanted her and by merlin, he'd have her.

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