THIS IS AN M RATED CHAPTER. I AM USING ALL CAPS, BOLD, AND ITALICS TO REMIND ANYONE UNDER THE LEGAL AGE OF THIS FACT. PLEASE DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE NOT OLD ENOUGH. That said, if you are of age... Enjoy! :) Sorry it took so long; 6000+ words because I couldn't find a good stopping place!
Lucius was going to go mad. He had thought this was what he wanted. No longer did Narcissa limit him to kisses and brief caresses, but they still hadn't had sex- and it was getting to the point that every time she whispered 'stop,' he thought he would cry.
It was on one such occasion that Lucius made a spilt-second decision. They were on his bed, and she was lying beneath him as he leisurely kissed a line down her throat and shoulders before returning to her lips. Her legs were locked securely around his waist, and she gave a sigh of contentment as he kneaded her bared breast. She wore only her skirt and knickers, and Lucius had stripped down to his black silk shorts. His free hand slid stealthily along her upper leg and she patiently returned it to her knee, never breaking the rhythm of their kiss. Undeterred, he put his hands on her waist and slid her a bit lower, so when her ground his hips against her, she could feel him pressing against her through nothing but two thin layers of fabric. He felt her tense slightly beneath him, and could sense her uncertain objection to the suggestive rocking, but decided to permit it. Lucius felt a surge of excitement and began to stroke her thigh again, but Narcissa gasped and wriggled away, scrambling at the foot of the bed for her shirt. He groaned loudly, but Narcissa hissed, "Someone's coming!"
"It's not me," he growled under his breath, but the door of his dormitory burst open and raucous voices flooded the room. "Narcissa," he wheedled, sitting up and stroking her back as she clasped her bra, "they can't see us, pet," he gestured to the heavy drapes around the bed, "and they certainly don't mind that you're in here."
"I can't..." She shook her head as she re-buttoned her blouse. "I'm sorry, Lucius, but I just can't. Not while we're not alone."
"Come to Wiltshire with me over the spring holiday," he blurted unthinkingly.
Narcissa paused, turning to face him. "Really?" She had stopped before fastening the last three buttons, and his eyes dipped hungrily. Her hair was in disarray and her lips were red and swollen, parted in curiosity.
"Yeah," he breathed, crawling forward to curve a hand around her neck and capture her lips once more.
"Lucius!" she giggled, drawing away to finish the last buttons. "That would be... well, just lovely." She beamed at him. "I'd love to meet your parents and see your home."
Fuck. He'd forgotten that his parents would be there. Well, hopefully they'd behave themselves and stay out of his way while he had company.
"Absolutely," he nodded in agreement, reaching out for her leg. Narcissa laughed again and twitched away.
"I'll go owl my mum and tell her."
"Naricssa," he groaned as she turned away to get out of bed. He wrapped his arms around her waist to prevent escape, holding her close, her back pressed to his chest. "Don't go quite yet, beautiful," he murmured, pressing a kiss to the hollow beneath her ear and nudging against her bottom to remind her that if she left, she'd be abandoning him in a very uncomfortable situation.
"Lucius," she sighed, wriggling out of his arms and giving him a rueful smile. He rolled on to his back with a dramatic sigh.
"Have you read D.H Lawrence?" he asked suddenly, lifting his head. The question was suspiciously non-sequitur, but she took the bait.
"I haven't. I know he was one of the Wizarding authors whose books became popular with Muggles, too. Why do you ask?"
"He was quite a wise man. His philosophies were very sound."
She did not like where he was leading, but continued with cautious curiosity. "How do you mean?"
"Well, let's see. There's one quote I think probably sums it up: "Doing dirt on sex is the crime of our times, because what we need is tenderness towards the body, towards sex; we need tenderhearted fucking.""
"Lucius," she reprimanded sharply. He let his head drop once more.
"Fine. Go," he waved her off with overdone air, and she laughingly leaned over to peck his cheek. "Leave me in my misery. While you're off writing your little note, just know that I'm up here suffering."
"You'll survive," she assured him, neatening her hair and vanishing through the curtains. The noise level picked up once more, led, predictably, by Rodolphus yelling any number of suggestive things for the moments while she crossed the room. The door closed and the sound died down, and a moment later Rodolphus tore open the hangings on Lucius's bed, grinning. Lucius was buried beneath the blankets, face in his pillow.
"Go away Lestrange. I hate you."
"Oh, cheer up, mate! Holidays in just three days."
"Go away."
"Bella's going to come stay with me, and Evan's parents are going out of town-"
There was a loud bang, and Rodolphus was flung backwards as the hangings of Lucius bed snapped shut.
"What was that for?" he demanded, sitting up and rubbing head. "If you wanted me gone, you could have just asked."
"Do I look alright?" Narcissa asked nervously, checking her hair for the dozenth time in the reflective window of the Hogwarts Express.
"Absolutely delectable. Calm down, Narcissa; It's only my parents."
"I'd like to make a good first impression, though," she told him earnestly, brushing imaginary wrinkles from her robes. "It means so much to me, Lucius," she continued, stilling her fidgeting for a moment. "I want your parents to like me. And that you want me to meet them..." Her eyes found his, and she reached out to take his hand. "I know we don't generally talk about it in such blunt terms, but I know- not that I doubted it before, but I truly know now that you don't take our relationship lightly. This..." she exhaled, and pressed her lips to his briefly. "Well, this changes things."
Confess. The urge hit Lucius so powerfully, he actually opened his mouth to do so, but immediately closed it. Confess now? When he was closer than ever to getting what he wanted?
"In a good way, I hope," he murmured, drawing her onto his lap.
"Oh, absolutely. It makes everything more...real, somehow." Happily, she wrapped her arms around his neck and laid her cheek against his.
I am the worst person who ever lived. Where was this coming from? This- could it really be- remorse? He was a Malfoy, for Merlin's sake. He did not feel remorse. She was a beautiful woman and he wanted her; there was nothing shameful in him doing whatever necessary to obtain her.
"We're almost to King's Cross," he told her softly, and she untangled herself to gather all her belongings.
There's nothing wrong with this, Lucius told himself firmly. He wasn't hurting her; in fact, she had and would still enjoy herself immensely, and when it came time to end things, he could do so gently. And there was no rush, either. Perhaps he would wait until her feelings for him ran their course, and then the split could be amicable.
Maybe, after he was married, they'd remain friends. Lucius thought he would like that, and hoped she would too. Perhaps her strict scruples would loosen up a bit, and they could be more than just friends... The thought made him grin, and he reached out to wrap an arm around her waist.
"Hey, time to go." Rodolphus's head popped into the compartment, and he was grinning. "Can I say hello to your mum and dad too, Lucius?" he continued as Lucius stood and grabbed the handle of his trunk. "You're going to love them, Cissy. They're wonderful people. Very in love. Actually, they're-"
"Rodolphus, shut up!" Lucius snarled.
"I was just going to say that they're happy together. What, did you think I was going to call them-"
"Fuck off, Lestrange!" Lucius roared, loudly enough that Narcissa could not hear exactly what Rodolphus had called them.
"-which really, Lucius, isn't too bad. It could be worse. They could be abusive. Although that might be less embarrassing."
"Go away."
"Have a nice holiday! You too, Cissy."
He went off laughing, and Narcissa glanced at Lucius curiously.
"Don't ask," Lucius told her through gritted teeth, hoping beyond all hope that perhaps his parents would behave like parents this week.
"Er... alright," she conceded nervously. She turned her eyes forward again, and noticed that they were walking immediately behind a tall girl with caramel hair and dark bronze skin.
Francesca, she thought with instant repulsion, but forced herself to remain loftily unaffected. She and Lucius hadn't spoke since their spilt, and Lucius never mentioned her, but Narcissa always felt that, whenever the older girl looked her way, it was with a mingling of hatred and superiority that made her want to cling to Lucius like some insecure, smitten child. Undoubtedly, though, Lucius had moved past ever thinking of Francesca, and Narcissa pushed away any private fears and walked on as though she didn't notice the other girl. Lucius obviously didn't.
Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck! Lucius's mind darted in a panic that he couldn't quite explain. Somehow, Narcissa and Francesca being in such close proximity was causing him great nervousness, and he felt an overpowering urge to transpose himself between the two. As soon as they were off the train, he cut in front of Narcissa, gesturing innocently. "My parents are right over there."
Narcissa craned her neck to see whom he was pointing too. Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy were, she supposed, the two elegantly-dressed blondes waiting a short distance away. Lucius's mother was a tall, beautiful woman, but the first thing that Narcissa noticed was that she was clasping her husband's hand in a manner that Narcissa typically associated with infatuated teenagers. When she spotted her son, her face lit up and she stepped forward, holding out her arms.
"Darling," she said warmly, enfolding Francesca in an embrace.
Lucius jerked to halt and swore under his breath, moving forward. "Mum-"
"You look lovely, your hair is getting so long!"
"Thank you, Mrs. Malfoy, but I-"
"Mum, stop-"
"What is it?" she asked, drawing away.
"Mrs. Malfoy, I'll be staying with my own family over the holidays."
"But Lucius said that he'd be bringing-"
"Mum, this is Narcissa Black."
Francesca quietly excused herself and Lucius drew Narcissa forward. Mrs. Malfoy's eyebrows shot up.
"Narcissa... Black, did you say? Well. It... It's very nice to meet you. I'm Rosalind Malfoy."
"It's nice to meet you too, Mrs. Malfoy. Mr. Malfoy," she greeted them both in turn.
"The elves will just take your trunks, then... And Abraxas and I will see you back at the Manor shortly? Good." She grasped her husband's wrist and they both vanished with a crack. Narcissa whirled to face Lucius.
"You didn't tell them that you and-"
"Merlin, Cissy, I'm sorry-"
"Don't 'Cissy' me," she hissed. "It's been six months that you haven't been with her, and you never bothered to mention you'd be bringing someone new home?"
"I- honestly, Narcissa, I don't write them much, I suppose I just said to be sure the guestroom was ready when I came back, I didn't think..." he broke off, shoving his hands in his pockets and shifting uncomfortably.
"Obviously not," she scoffed, but took a steadying breath. "I just can't imagine what they must think of me now."
"But Abraxas, that doesn't change the fact that he didn't say a word- I mean, how long can he possibly have been seeing this girl?"
"Well, maybe months, and he just didn't mention it," he shrugged. "She's a Black, love. I don't mind it if he wants to bring home a Black. And it's not even the mad one- we should consider ourselves lucky. Francesca was from a perfectly fine family, and I wouldn't have minded it if they'd decided to get married, but a Black-"
"I suppose it's his decision. But what that poor girl must think-"
"It's Lucius's fault, darling, not yours. He-"
Abraxas broke off as Lucius and Narcissa appeared in the foyer.
"Welcome to our home, Narcissa. You two must be quite tired from your journey- I'll show you to you room. I think Abraxas wanted a word with Lucius."
"No I didn't," Abraxas replied, baffled. She shot her husband a hard look over her shoulder.
"I'm sure you said you did," she told him meaningfully. "Now, right along this way, Narcissa."
Once they'd vanished from sight, Abraxas sighed and turned to his son. "You've upset your mother."
"I don't see why."
"Tell her next time, alright?"
"Yeah, fine."
"Tell her I thoroughly berated you?"
Lucius grinned. "Sure thing."
"Alright, then. How's Quidditch?"
"...And this is your room, it's adjoining to Lucius's- this was originally a small lounge area just off the main bedroom of this wing, but Lucius asked that it- how long have you two been seeing each other?" Mrs. Malfoy asked abruptly, interrupting herself when she could no longer bear the curiosity.
"About six months," Narcissa replied nervously.
"I see. And naturally he must think very highly of you to bring you here," she continued.
Despite herself, Narcissa beamed. Rosalind smiled gently as well, privately pleased to see that, even if the girl was a stranger, she seemed genuinely fond of Lucius.
"He's always been self-centered in that he doesn't think his personal decisions are of any one else's concern," Rosalind continued. "Even if he didn't mention you in any of his letters, I'm sure he's very fond of you. Now, supper should be ready in about fifteen minutes- perhaps you'd like to change out of your school clothes?"
"That would be lovely. Thank you, Mrs. Malfoy."
Once the older blonde had left, Narcissa dug through her trunk to find a set of modest chiffon robes, appropriate for the spring weather. However, no sooner had she removed her skirt and blouse, the door burst open, and Lucius bounded in.
"Look, Narcissa, I'm sor-" he broke off midsentence, and she raised one eyebrow, wordlessly inviting him to show himself out.
He did turn, but only to close and lock the door before whirling back around, a predatory gleam in his grin as he shucked his shirt aside.
"Lucius," she admonished, backing up with her hands raised as he stalked towards her.
"Your mother said we were eating in fifteen minutes..." The back of her knees hit the edge of the bed at the same moment his belt hit the floor.
"Really, Lucius, your mother said to get ready..." She already knew it was a lost cause when he closed the distance between them, but refused to sit or lie on the bed, as she knew he wanted her to.
"I have to change, too," he purred, standing so near that her nose brushed his chest. "Why shouldn't we get ready together?"
"Because you're talking about getting undressed," she insisted as he brushed tendrils of hair teasingly from her face and neck. "Lucius..."
"Lie down." His tone left no room for dispute.
She obeyed but gave him a look of warning as he unfastened his trousers and stepped out of them.
"Lucius..."
"Darling," he replied, flashing her a grin as he dropped to his knees before her, capturing the heel of one foot and pressing a kiss to the tender spot below her ankle. "You're wearing those?" he asked, nodding to the robes as she smoothed his palms along her calves and thighs, savoring her slight shiver.
"Yes... Is that alright?"
"Mm..." His lips followed the same path as his hands, and he sighed, "Well, if you can't go naked..." He moved suddenly, turning her over and drawing her onto her knees, moving behind her and bringing her arms behind her back. She did not protest, instead submitting to his direction. Something rough but light slipped over one wrist and then the other, then moved upwards as he slid the sleeves of her robe up her arms. His hands passed heavily over her breasts as he wrapped the robe around to cover her front, one arm curling around her waist as the other linked around her knees, and he tipped her onto her back. Keeping the gown closed, he flicked the billowy fold of the skirt upwards so he could settle his hips between her thighs as he found the wide satin ribbon to tie about her waist. He subtly ground against her as he created a large, tidy bow, and kissed her before drawing away.
"These shoes?" His voice was rough, and she nodded hazily. He dropped to his knees beside the bed and she sat up, skirts still piled around her, leaving her legs bare. He guided one foot into its dainty slipper, his lips working over her knee and thigh before moving on to the second one.
"There you are," he purred, taking both hands and tugging her into a standing position. "All ready to eat."
"To...?" She stared blankly for a moment, before shaking her head rapidly. "Oh, yes! Supper."
Lucius sifted through his own discard clothing to find his wand, dropping lazily onto her bed. He flicked it once and the double doors between their rooms swung open, and summoned his robes. He shrugged the garment over his shoulders and pulled on his trousers but left the fastenings undone, grinning at Narcissa.
"My turn."
Narcissa blushed as she approached him, smoothing her hands over her chest and kissing him. He pulled her on top of him, capturing one of her hands and moving it down to where his pants were unzipped.
"You'll probably want to do that first," he murmured, words muffled as he suckled on her earlobe. She nodded but fumbled slightly, his insistent hardness making the task a bit more difficult. Lucius closed his eyes and tucked both hands behind his head, immensely enjoying himself. When she finally completed her task, she reached for the clasps of his robe, but he captured her hand once more and pushed it downwards. "You forgot the button," he purred. "If you think it would make things easier, feel free to use your mouth, too."
Narcissa's flush deepened to crimson, and she finished dressing him rather quickly. "That's obscene," she whispered, clearly scandalized by the implication of his words.
Smirking, Lucius grabbed her by the waist and rolled her over, pushing up her skirts and placing a hand on each knee to spread her legs. "Tell me you don't think it would feel good, though," he dared, dropping his head to kiss her inner thigh and letting his lips drift upwards.
"I- I don't..."
"Careful how you answer; I might take it as a challenge."
"Alright, yes, I'm sure it would be lovely!" she squealed in alarm, rolling away. "Isn't it about time we go?"
"Yes," Lucius agreed, rising at last and smoothing the heavy fabric of his robes, grateful for the thick, concealing cloth. Narcissa scrambled to her feet as well, darting over to the mirror to smooth her hair. When she finished, Lucius held out a hand and she accepted it, grasping tightly as he led her to the dining room.
"I don't know why you're so nervous. They're just my parents. They don't really matter that much."
"All the same," she replied archly. "I'd like them to think well of me."
When they arrived in the formal room, Narcissa was startled. Not by the grand, sweeping ceiling or elaborately carved ebony table, not the massive hearth or dazzling crystal. What caused her eyes to widen in surprise was Mr. Malfoy, leaning across to the chair on his right, kissing his wife quite enthusiastically.
"Oh, fuck, stop it!" Lucius's voice was not quite a whine, but Narcissa thought he looked ready to throw a temper tantrum as his father settled back into his seat and arched one eyebrow at his son.
"Perhaps at Hogwarts they don't mind your foul mouth, but you will not speak in such a way in front of your mother. How Slytherin has changed since I was there. I'm surprised Miss Black tolerates it although-" he had not missed Narcissa's displeased expression at Lucius's outburst- "I daresay she does not approve. Take a seat, Lucius."
"Narcissa, dear," Mrs. Malfoy smiled warmly as elves began to serve them. "Tell us a bit about yourself."
"Er..." she glanced at Lucius for support, but he was busy shooting daggers at his father. "Well, I'm also in Slytherin, obviously. I'm getting read for my O.W.L's-"
"You mean N.E.W.T's?"
"No, I'm in my fifth year."
"Your... fifth year? My, that's-"
"Wonderful, isn't it?" Abraxas said loudly over what Narcissa was fairly certain was 'Even younger than I thought.' "What's your favorite subject?" Abraxas continued.
"History of Magic," she replied softly and Lucius turned his head to smile at her, squeezing her hand under the table.
"What an excellent subject for a girl." Narcissa did not miss the slight emphasis Mr. Malfoy placed on 'girl,' and Lucius rolled his eyes.
"I'm doing well enough in all my other classes that you shouldn't care what I'm actually interested in," Lucius told him coldly. Abraxas chuckled under his breath.
"I'm well aware, son. Your mother and I were quite pleased with your grades." He smiled at his wife and she beamed back. Narcissa noticed Abraxas's hand drift across the table and saw Rosalind reach out as well. Narcissa gave the tiniest smile, finding it charming that a couple that had been married for so long was still so obviously in love, but Lucius let his fork slip onto his plate, clattering loudly and causing his parents to break apart.
As they left the dining room that evening, Narcissa asked softly, "What was it, exactly, that Rodolphus was going to call your parents? They seem so wonderful and so in love."
Lucius grit his teeth. "Let's not discuss it, shall we?"
"But what could he possibly have to say about-"
"He thinks my parents are nymphos, alright? Let's not talk about it anymore, okay?"
He shot her a sidelong glance, expecting a disapproving glare or at least a disdainful retort, but she was silent.
"Anyway, would you like a tour of the Manor?"
"Yes, please."
"Right, well, that was the dining room we were just in-"
She shot him a wry smile but did not comment as he led her down a richly furnished corridor lined with elegant mahogany doors. Portraits in gilt frames peered curiously at them, and several greeted Lucius, but he ignored them.
"Through there is my father's study-" he pointed his wand at the double doors and they burst open, briefly revealing a beautiful, cavernous room as they strode by. "-my mother's-" the next set flew open, revealing a smaller, more feminine space. "-family room, the parlour-"
"What a gorgeous piano!" Narcissa exclaimed. Lucius paused.
"Do you play?"
"No, not at all, but Andromeda does and it's just lovely."
Lucius grinned, but in a manner that caused Narcissa to blush. One corner of his mouth curled upwards and one eyebrow arched, and his eyes gleamed in a way that made her heart speed up and stomach flutter.
"Well, beautiful, I may have had a lesson or two back when I was younger. If you'd like, I could play you a song."
Narcissa smiled back, and nodded. He led her into the room and sat down on the bench. She made to sit beside him, but he pulled her into his lap and tucked his chin over her shoulder, kissing her neck and wrapping his arms around her to place his hands on the keys. Lucius hadn't touched the instrument in ages; in fact, he often denied knowing how to play. If Rodolphus ever discovered his love of the piano... Lucius grimaced to think how he'd be mocked. However, he felt confident Narcissa would keep his secret, and began to let his fingers drift over the ivory and ebony, picking up half-way through a familiar song, letting his memory rather than intentions shape the music. Narcissa sighed and settled against him, eyes sliding shut as her head tilted back to rest on his shoulder.
"It's wonderful, Lucius," she sighed.
Lucius's ears perked at the sound of her voice. His hands continued with the soft melody, but he could swear she sounded...
"Enjoying it?"
"Oh, yes," she breathed, letting her body melt into his.
Well. I'll be damned. She's getting turned on. Fuck, had it been so easy this whole time? Just bang out a few notes on the bloody piano and he could be banging her? Lucius felt his expression break into a deviously satisfied smirk, and he switched songs- this one was some sort of tango, starting slow but becoming sultry. He figured it could only improve his chances.
Stealthily, he slipped his wand from his robe pocket and tapped the keyboard once. Immediately the instrument began to play the accompaniment on its own accord, freeing his left hand but still maintaining music. He let the hand drop to her thigh, dancing along as they would on the keys. She did not object, and he decided to push his luck. His fingers snagged the fabric at her knees and began to slowly tugging it until the skirt freed her legs. Slowly, carefully, he placed a warm hand on her inner thigh, stroking upwards until his thumb grazed the edge of her knickers. He hesitated there for a moment, waiting for her patient rejection.
She remained silent.
Lucius's breath caught in his throat, and with utmost care, he let his finger drift against her cotton panties with light, teasing brushes. She shivered slightly, but after a moment spread her legs wider, while at the same time turning her lips to his, needing a reassuring kiss. He gave it willingly, happily, rather wishing she'd turn around to a more comfortable angle but he was loath to maneuver her himself, lest she be frightened off.
He increased the pressure of his touch, firmly stroking her through her knickers. Her hands pressed against the edge of the piano, pushing closer to him as she kissed him vigorously, demandingly, somewhat fearfully. He kissed her back with equal passion, pouring in every ounce of lust and reassurance her could manage. Unable to hold back any longer, he lifted his right hand from the keys and pushed the bench away from the instrument so she would have enough space to drape her knees on either side of him, as he quickly positioned her to do. Narcissa did not object; instead, she wrapped her arms around his neck to pull him even nearer.
Lucius's heart was thundering in his ears as he half-rose, placing Narcissa on the keyboard. Neither of them noticed the right, discordant sound of the jumble of keys Narcissa sat upon as he reached between her legs once more, this time tugging her underwear aside.
He started as he had before, slowing the pace of their kiss to match the gentle caress, showering pecks along her lips and jaw as he whispered tender, mindless words of persuasive approval. Finally, when the though he might very well snap, he crushed his mouth to hers, tongue darting within as his finger dipped into her slick folds. Narcissa gave a startled little gasp and her grip in his hair tightened almost painfully, but she did not ask him to stop. Her tense, petite body quivered slightly as she clung to him, waiting for whatever came next.
Lucius braced himself against the ebony instrument, fighting to maintain control as he began to gently trace his finger along, finding her small, hidden nub and pressing down. Her answering cry very nearly caused him to lose it, and he was shaking with effort and he continued to stroke the spot. Narcissa seemed torn between shock and pleasure, but after a minute she noticed Lucius's gritted teeth and eyes, clenched shut. She couldn't quite vocalize her concern- his ministrations seemed to have robbed her of the ability to speak- but she placed one hand on his cheek and peered at him curiously for a moment.
"M'fine, sweetheart," he managed to growl, tucking his face into the curve of her neck and kissing her there. She nodded but did not entirely believe him, and eyes drifting down to the insistent bulge in his trousers. She'd always more or less ignored it (or at least tried to), but Narcissa knew it wasn't something she could do forever.
Extending trembling hands, hot with arousal and tacky with nerves, Narcissa began to fumble with the buckle of his belt. It unfastened with less struggle than she had imagined, but she didn't bother removing it from its loops before going to work on the button and zipper. From there, his trousers slid easily to his knees. Narcissa hesitated, unsure of how to proceed, but at last simply felt him through his shorts, attempting to familiarize herself with him before removing this last barrier.
At the same moment, Lucius slid his finger into her. Narcissa gave a little yelp, for that first time experiencing slight discomfort. Lucius hushed her with a kiss and drew the digit in and out several times, until her initial hesitation towards the sensation dissipated. His forehead rested against her neck and his words were indistinct and fevered against her throat, but he guided her hand back where it had been a moment before, making his intentions clear.
For a moment, Narcissa's hands curled around the band of his shorts, preparing to pull them down. She was certain she was going to do it, in large part because he was making her head spin and her breath come in quick, gasping moans, but suddenly, the reality of the situation struck her. Here she was, propped uncomfortably on a piano, skirts up around her waist, and Lucius, trousers around his knees and...
And...
Merlin, he was making it challenging to think straight.
"Narcissa," he voice was low and husky with need. "Sweetheart, please."
His patience was waning, and Narcissa knew she'd have to make a decision soon, but she just... If he would just... Just for a moment longer...
Narcissa's hands moved to grip his shoulders and Lucius grit his teeth. She would decide now.
Lucius withdrew his hand from between her legs and pressed her knees wider still, steadying her with one hand and using the other to push down the final barrier of clothing between them.
He was only a little surprised when Narcissa cried out and pushed him away, but it did not lessen the crushing blow of disappointment and unsatisfied desire.
A string of profanities slid from his clenched jaw as he redressed with rough, jerky motions. Narcissa started up at him apologetically as she smoothed her skirts, but knew frustration more than true anger was driving him mad.
"Lucius-"
He help up a hand to silence her, but was turned away, knuckles white around the top edge of the piano. Narcissa wanted to give him some sort of reassurance, let him know that she was ready but the moment simply wasn't quite right, but everything seemed to be fuzzy, out of focus. There was a yearning ache between her thighs that she couldn't will away, and she was finding it difficult to keep from flinging herself back at him.
"Sweetheart, I need to go take a long, cold shower. You should probably get ready for bed." His voice was hoarse. Narcissa nodded and hurried off, but even after changing felt too keyed up to settle down to sleep. Try as she might, she could not stop fidgeting, and was finding it impossible to deny the desire to have him touch her again.
Lucius stormed up to his bedroom only after he was certain that he would not pass Narcissa on the way. He slammed the door behind him and tore off his clothes as he crossed the room, flinging them across the floor. Out of habit, he slammed the bathroom door too, and turned on the shower to an icy jet. As soon as he stepped inside, the frigid water cooled his feverish skin (and caused him to gasp several more profanities), but he remained under the glacial stream until his head was clear.
It was progress. Excellent progress. At this rate, he'd have her before the week was through- no need to lose his temper when he was so close to his goal. He did not permit any thoughts other than tactical plottings, unwilling to lose control again. Perhaps if he hadn't rushed her there at the end... But no matter now. He'd have plenty more opportunities before the holiday was over.
Lucius rested his forehead and fist against the cold tile, letting the chill wash away any remnants of desire. Next time, he would not lose his focus. If only he didn't find her so maddeningly appealing. If only.
Lucius turned off the water at last and wrapped a towel around his waist. He supposed Narcissa was curled contentedly in bed already, and while he brushed his teeth, he contemplated whether or not he should visit her. As he combed his hair, he knew she might have fallen asleep by now, but decided, as he headed back into his room, that he'd go in and kiss goodnight any part of her she'd allow him to.
He didn't have to go far.
"Narcissa! What-" She was in his room. No one was supposed to be in his room. Ever. This thought was immediately replaced by the realization that she was in his room. On his bed. "Narcissa..." No point in getting his hopes up. "What are you doing in here?"
She smiled shyly, biting her lip fiddling with the hem of her nightgown. She was blushing, but her timid nature did not stop her from replying.
"I think you know."