Birds. Her first awareness of the morning. Birds. There must have been a thousand different birds here, and they were most vocal in the mornings. Her second awareness was the tell-tale bruised feeling between her thighs. She flushed and turned her face into her pillow, sparking her third awareness: the warm masculine body spooned to her back, long leg curling over hers, exposing their bare skin to chill dawn.
A soft snort. "Mrph."
Narcissa bit her lip. Draco's arm tightened over her midriff, the hand slipping up to cup her breast. Flesh responded instantly. Such a male, she thought, grinning. But it felt beyond wonderful to be so wanted. And last night had felt...
Fresh desire sprung wet as the morning dew and experimentally, she rubbed her bum against his expected erection. She didn't, however, expect such an immediate response, and gasped when he pinned her swiftly beneath him. "Oh!"
"Mmmm." He thrust gently into the crease of her arse before sliding downward, nudging her cunt's dripping entry with an eager hardness. "Good morning," he murmured in her ear.
"Yes, indeed." She spread her legs to allow him access and hissed when he pushed inside her.
He slowed. "Sore?" Peppered her shoulders with kisses.
She tightened on him. "A little." But "Oh, gods, you feel so good!" She gave her own backward thrust.
"Shhh." His hand kneaded her breast, pinched at the nipple. "Slow, then." And his other hand worked its way twixt her and the bed, the fingers seeking out and finding the nerve brain that would undo her.
Her body charged at the pleasure, bucked. She was too excited for his slow, wanted the rough burn that had worked so often the night before. "Whoa!" Draco chuckled at her wantonness, held tighter to her. "Fine, then," he whispered. "Not slow." The hand at her breast moved to her hip, a ballast. He planted his knees between hers and slightly bent, set a snapping rhythm.
"Fuck, yes!" Narcissa keened, panted. She arched up til they could kiss sloppily and abandoned all sensation but the one curling like steam in the sacred spot just beneath her abdomen. Every scrape, every jab of her son's perfect instrument pushed the geyser closer to the surface. She whimpered, curled her fingers in the sheets and may have heard a tear in the soft fabric.
"Hell, Narcissa." Draco grunted and she suddenly remembered he felt this as certainly as she did. "Please..."
Her name leaving his lips as such sacrilege was a prayer to her ears she could hardly ignore. "Yes, Draco." She prayed back and clenched her eyes, let the wave wash black and eddying, deeper than the delta and stronger. "Oh, there...Oh yes!"
She tossed her head and didn't censor the cry, let it come loud as she did. Her lover spiraled right after, chuffing and groaning his own animal exclamations into her hair and neck.
They cooled collapsed in a mess of soiled sheets. "I'm thirsty," Draco whispered against the nape of her neck.
"Mm." Narcissa rolled, displacing his weight. "I imagine there's breakfast."
"Brunch," he corrected.
"Or brunch." She propped on an elbow and gave him an uncertain smile. "I suppose we should leave my bed."
"Pity." He sighed. Played with a moist shank of her hair. His brow creased. "Feel... alright?"
She shrugged. "Bit chafed." Told him with a look that repercussions would be considered later. Compartmentalised. He seemed to understand, and she rolled away from his wandering caresses.
They visited separate lavatories and by unspoken agreement, Draco went downstairs first. Narcissa took a deep breath before joining the murmured conversation on the front porch. When she appeared, the murmured conversation stopped. She could feel awkwardness like a second humidity.
Marie gave her a barely controlled smile of amusement, while Maite didn't conceal her own grin. Narcissa sat primly in her seat and looked to her son. Draco's sour expression read annoyance. "Good morning," she said.
"Isn't it, though?" Marie cloyed. Maite snickered around an orange wedge. "Setsuma?" Marie offered a saucer of the citrus fruit to Cissa.
"No thank you." She set about preparing her coffee, ignoring the tension at the table.
"They're an early crop, you know." Maite snatched a wedge for herself. "Tender and juicy. Always are when they're young, I guess." She bit into the fruit.
Draco cleared his throat. Narcissa's hands settled beside her beaker. They know. She couldn't control the hot flush spreading up her chest, knew it only served to further fuel the sisters' fire. How the hell do they bloody know?!
Then Aizan breezed onto the porch with a tray of bacon, bread and jam. She slowed, seeing Narcissa at the table and the women's eyes met. Aizan's spoke of knowledge - and sincere apology. Caspar and Felix. Cissa's eyes closed as she gathered patience. When they opened, Aizan was gone and Draco was offering a rasher of crispy pork. "Eat, mum." He was obviously determined to defeat their teasing.
"Yes eat, Cousin!" Maite beamed. "Keep your strength up!"
"I always like to get a little hot meat in me first thing in the morning," Marie drawled. The sisters erupted into peals of laughter.
"Enough!" Narcissa stood and the laughter ceased. It wasn't embarrassment that fueled her outburst, but anger. As if either of them has a right to judge, much less make light. She felt her son's eyes and consciously calmed. She wouldn't allow them to shake her - to damage the tender seedling sown between herself and her son. "I'm afraid I haven't the patience for shenanigans this morning, ladies." She spoke almost sweetly, folding her serviette by her plate. And made a sudden, perfect decision. "If it isn't an inconvenience, I should like to take my son into New Orleans."
She was met with chastised and surprised blinks. "If either of you object to our use of the Malfoy apartments there, I can certainly arrange other accommodations?" She watched them expectantly, used her no-nonsense tone.
It was the elder sister who answered - overcoming both reprimand and shock with aplomb. "I'm afraid you won't make any last minute arrangements this weekend, Narcissa. Not with a music festival in town. But..." She spread her hands in a gesture of both generosity and truce. "You are more than welcome to the apartments anytime." She smirked and couldn't resist the final dig: "Cousins."
Nostrils flaring slightly, Narcissa had no response other than the polite and obligatory "Thank you." She left the table briskly, heard Draco following her.
"Mother!" He called to her, but she didn't stop until she reached the second floor landing. "Mother, please!"
She turned. "Not here, Draco." She hissed, didn't want the sick sisters downstairs to overhear any conversation she might have with her son.
He approached her anyway, soothing her with hands on her elbows. "Don't be angry," he begged. "They didn't know any better. Caspar and Felix. They see those two carry on every day and -"
"I'm not angry at Caspar and Felix!" She snapped. Finally, tears threatened. "I'm just angry that...that those two know! And embarrassed, Draco! Can't you understand that?"
He made to speak when - "Ahem."
They turned, Draco's hand still cradling Narcissa's face, to see Aizan standing at the top of the stairs. She held a small urn, pretty face downcast. "It ain't my place to speak on matters of rumor, ma'am." Again, she met Cissa's gaze, sympathy in the warm pools. "But I do apologize that the source of those rumors was my own family. And..." She trailed off, lost for words, before offering the urn. "I just thought to bring you the floo powder. As Marie said y'all might be in a hurry to make Nawlins."
Narcissa nodded. Chin up. "Thank you." Draco took the urn and Aizan turned to descend the stair. "And Aizan?" The dark lady turned. Narcissa faltered for a second, choosing her words carefully. "Caspar and Felix are just boys." A light blush. "If anything, I should apologize for -"
Aizan raised a hand. "Ma'am." She smiled. "Dis is the bayou. It's got a life, a magic and a faith all its own. And it don't ask for no apologies." A brief bow of finality. "Y'all take care in the city. And enjoy yourselves."
The Malfoys watched her leave, then looked at each other with fresh and wondrous eyes.
AN: Sorry for the wait on this one, everyone. I truthfully don't want it to end. But alas, the time is nigh. Next chapter brings the Malfoys to the Big Easy at last. I hope you'll enjoy it as much as they will.