Catch
Severus wrapped his arms around Lucius' waist from behind, pressing close. He had been waiting by the door for only a few minutes, and he was quite satisfied with his prediction of when his lover would return - even if he was sorry to be correct about Lucius' state of mind.
Lucius sighed, still stubbornly upright, even at the odd angle that forced him into maintaining. A moment later he gave over, relaxing into Severus' arms.
"It went that badly?" Severus asked, bowing his head to murmur in Lucius' ear before shifting, shoulders curved, to rest his chin on Lucius' shoulder.
Lucius snorted. "Oh, to put it lightly. Less because of you than because of Narcissa, though." he assured Severus, siding to rest his head against his lover's. "I wish you'd wash your hair after you've been working in your lab." he added absently.
Severus shrugged. He'd gotten so used to the effects of the potions steaming around him that he tended to forget. "How are the Blacks taking the idea?" he asked.
Lucius chuckled. "Not much they can do, is there? Part of the reason Father is less than infuriated with me over this is how little the Black family has to offer, any more."
Severus hummed thoughtfully. "Not as though I'm much of a catch by your Father's standards either." he pointed out. "Anyone's standards." he added, barely a whisper.
"Mine." Lucius said fiercely, turning in Severus' arms and forcing his lover to meet his gaze. "You're brilliant, Severus, and despite the disadvantages you had when you began, by the time you graduated you had the respect of every single Slytherin student."
Severus tried to look away, but Lucius wouldn't let him. "Are you really challenging a Malfoy on what he wants?" Lucius asked, more playfully. "Dangerous business, that."
~Fin~
This was the first story as I was writing this couple that Lucius made me really stop and think 'well, hello Malfoy trait' - something that writing Draco does on an, eh, fairly regular basis for me in the drabbles with him, so it was a neat moment.
