The third week of March arrived, and Florence was forbidden from spending more than ten minutes on her feet; the inability to do simple things by herself, plus the fact that her husband was avoiding engaging in any sexual activities whatsoever, had Florence extremely moody.

Her anger flared every night, especially when said husband walked out of the bathroom half-naked with his hair still damp.

"I hate you," Florence said, eyeing him up and down, her mouth watering at the sight of him, her whole body becoming hyper-aware of his sexy presence, "I hate those joggers and every drop of water running down your chest."

Severus chuckled and put on a long-sleeved shirt, before sitting on the bed and kissing her lips.

She pulled him closer and deepened the kiss, one hand on his hair while the other caressed his hard pecs, moving down his abs.

She moaned in his mouth as she grabbed hold of his hard cock under his joggers.

He hissed in pleasure, breaking the kiss, and holding her hands, "Stop it, love."

"I can't have you fucking me, but I can feel this cock throbbing on my tongue, husband."

"Fuck," he cursed low, speaking between deep kisses: "You know you've never-" his tongue briefly entered her mouth to caress hers, "Been able to just-" he sucked on her bottom lip, "Suck me-" another caress of his tongue on hers, "And go to sleep, love."

She sucked on his tongue the next time he pushed it into her mouth, making him groan and kiss her more violently.

"This is dangerous, Florence," Severus tried to sound angry, but he was too turned on for that to not sound sexy.

She bit his bottom lip, "Do you want me to beg to suck you off, Sev? Cause I will."

He groaned.

She used her sweetest sexiest voice, right at his ear: "Please, Sev, let me suck your dick. I want to feel you fucking my mouth; I want to choke on your cock, your cum filling my mouth."

His hand fisted in her hair, tugging hard, growling at her: "You're asking for this, Florence."

"Yes, I am," she closed her eyes, feeling herself burn in desire, "Please!"

"Lie on your back, princess; head off the edge of the bed."

She obeyed, as fast as her belly allowed, loving how he so easily caved when she begged.

Severus stood beside the bed and looked at her; from her sexy thighs – exposed since her white silk nightgown had ridden up – upwards the large bump of her very pregnant belly, looking at her heavy breasts barely covered by the silky fabric of her nightgown; his eyes reached her face, taking in the pink lips and the sparkling light-green eyes filled with desire, her long wavy hair cascading down the side of the bed and pooling on the floor.

"You're fucking gorgeous, wife. Filled with my babies and begging to have me fuck your mouth," he tapped her lips with the head of his hard dick, "Open up."

She obeyed and he slid between her lips with a moan as she moved her chin up, eagerly deep throating him.

"Fuck, Florence!" he hissed when she swallowed around him, "Yes! Suck the cum out of me, princess."

She moaned and closed her lips tightly around his girth, creating the suction he demanded, and he moved against her face, going in and out of her mouth at a leisure pace.

"I'll fuck your naughty mouth, princess," he warned her before forcing his dick down her throat, cutting her air intake for a few seconds.

Florence moaned around him as he moved out only to move in again.

"You love this, don't you?" he growled, "Having me making you take it."

Yes, please, Sev. Harder! She begged in his mind.

He held her head with both hands and took his pleasure between her lips, feeling each of her whimpers around his dick.

Every time he pulled out, she inhaled deeply, his heady scent filling up her senses and making her clench her thighs.

The movement didn't go unnoticed by him, "I bet you're fucking dripping, making a mess on the bed."

Yes. She whimpered in his mind. I can feel it slicking the inside of my thighs

"Fuck! You can't cum, love," he was salivating at the thought of going between her legs and licking her till she screamed and orgasmed on his tongue.

I'm not sure I can stop it, Sev. You fucking my mouth feels so good.

He felt his balls drawing close to his body at her words, his cock throbbing at the thought of her cumming just by sucking him off.

"Fuck! You're a bloody minx, wife!" he growled as his orgasm took over his body and he spilled a huge load of cum down her throat.

She sucked him eagerly, moaning and squirming on the bed.

Order me to cum, Severus- please. She begged. Just hearing your order will be enough to make me cum.

"Fuck! You can't, Florence!" he groaned, watching her licking his cock clean.

She looked up at him with her incredibly light green eyes and he could sense she was past the point of return.

"Please, order me, Sev!" she undulated on the bed, closing her eyes, her veela begging in his mind for him to fuck her.

He groaned, putting his dick back inside his joggers, and walked fast to the other side of the bed, pushing her legs wide apart and kneeling between them.

"Look at the mess you've made, princess," he said, looking at her drenched knickers, the sweet smell of her arousal driving him crazy.

He ripped the wet fabric of her knickers and pressed his tongue on her clit, quickly inserting two fingers in her, just deep enough to press on her g-spot.

She moaned loud, "Yes! Lick me! Suck me!"

He lapped at her, massaging her g-spot, and ordering in her mind: Cum, princess! Now!

And she screamed, both her hands in his hair as she rode a strong wave of orgasm.

But Severus wasn't done with her, he closed his lips around her hard clit and sucked.

"Fuck, yes!" Florence shouted, cumming even harder.

He only stopped stimulating her when her pussy stopped clenching on his fingers; her hands let go of his hair and she sighed, completely relaxed on the bed.

"That was... bloody amazing!"she whispered between breaths.

"Are you ok, love?" he asked, worried.

" Ok ?" she chuckled, "I'm bloody perfect, Sev," she yawned, "Hmmm... I'll sleep now; love you," she murmured, turning onto her left side and falling asleep almost immediately.

Severus prodded her mind, sensing through their bond that she wasn't in any pain or discomfort. So he breathed in relief and put her under the covers, lying down beside her, touching her belly and using magic to check on the babies, sensing that both were well and asleep.

Then he allowed himself to relax, holding her tightly and following her into sleep.

But not everyone slept easily that night...

Downstairs , Charlie Weasley stood at the backdoor, staring at the silent and dark backyard, a bottle of firewhisky on the floor by his feet while he held a half-full glass of the amber liquid in his left hand and sipped.

He reflected on the huge mess his life had become; up to six months ago, he was living his best life, looking after dragons in Romania, away from the blood-purity bullshit that still permeated the British society and away from the war that had restarted because of the twisted beliefs of a group of mad men.

He loved his job, loved helping the dragons, watching them overcome difficulties and thrive.

But when his family was attacked during his brother's wedding, he knew he couldn't simply return to Romania and ignore all that was happening back home, so he did the right thing: he stayed to help his family win the war.

Charlie closed his eyes and sipped some more of his firewhisky, bending down to pick up the bottle and going to sit on the porch's sofa.

He had left his life in Romania on hiatus – certain he'd be going back as soon as the war was won.

However, he hadn't been prepared for the things that happened a month ago – nor all that had happened since.

He'd never imagined he'd meet someone who'd make him rethink everything.

He never thought he'd feel that way about a woman.

He took a large sip of the firewhisky.

He had had relationships throughout the years – he'd even dated Tonks for a while when they studied in Hogwarts, many years ago – but nothing had prepared him for what he was feeling now.

Nothing had prepared him for what he had started to feel for the infuriating pureblood witch he had saved.

Narcissa Black Malfoy.

He remembered the moment she had woken up, nearly 24 hours after he had carried her to safety, the way her beautiful blue eyes had fallen on him as he walked out of his adjoined bathroom.

FLASHBACK

"Who are you?" she asked, worried as he approached the bed.

"I'm Charles Weasley, Mrs Malfoy. You're safe here."

"Here? Where's here ? I'm not at the Manor?"

"No, ma'am. You're at the Order headquarters, I carried you here after you passed out," he hesitated, not sure he should keep telling her what had happened, "Listen, I'll go get Pomfrey-"

But an elegant hand held his arm and she spoke, sounding suddenly terrified: "Please, don't leave me alone!"

"You're safe here, Mrs Malfoy," he repeated softly, as he would to a wounded baby dragon.

"Don't call me that!" she shouted, her whole face turning a mask of fury, "I never want to be called by his name again!" she pulled her wedding ring off her finger and reached for her wand on the nightstand.

" Reducto !" she cast, and the beautiful heirloom from the Malfoy family, that had sat for twenty-two years on her finger, turned to dust, "Call me Narcissa, I'm Narcissa Black."

"Alright, Miss Black," he spoke in a soft, and impressed, voice.

She looked at him and smiled weakly, "Thank you for helping me, Charles."

END OF FLASHBACK

Ever since that day, he had grown obsessed with her .

Narcissa and her icy-blue eyes, long blond hair and petite female body; she completely took over his bedroom, his life and his dreams within a matter of weeks.

My own little she-dragon.

He snorted, falling into his old habit of sorting people around him according to dragon species.

If he had to match Narcissa Black to a dragon equivalent, the only dragon that came to his mind was a small hybrid called Shorty he had cared for not too long ago.

Shorty's mum was an Antipodean Opaleye, a gorgeous small dragon known as the less aggressive of them all, but Shorty's father was a Swedish Short-Snout, which made her a beautiful small dragon, with the pearly scales of her mother's species and the beautiful silver eyes of her father's. Her flame was a brilliant blue colour — hot enough to reduce a whole man to ashes in seconds.

That's a perfect description , he thought. Petite, beautiful and deadly.

And Narcissa was out to kill him, he had no doubt about that; from the way she'd started to purposely walk around the room in nothing but a towel after showering, to the way she'd begun to make sure his favourite night-time tea was on the coffee table as he lay down on the sofa – where he had started sleeping ever since she'd taken over his room.

FLASHBACK

"How do you know what tea I drink every night, Narcissa?" He asked her earlier that night as he saw her setting the cup on the coffee table.

"I asked the elves," she replied as if it wasn't a big deal, "Tiffany taught me how to prepare it, so I began making it for you. It's-"

"You began making it? You ?" he interrupted her, surprised, "You're not just asking the elves to make it?"

"No," she blushed, "It's not a huge task, Charles! It's nothing!" she replied, with a dismissive hand-wave, in that I-know-better tone that made him want to kiss her until she admitted she knew nothing.

END OF FLASHBACK

Charlie had sat and sipped his tea that night imagining her standing by the sink of Lupin's simple kitchen in her expensive silk robes, her blond hair falling over her shoulders, her elegant hands making him a cup of tea.

How the fuck could that be nothing ?

He doubted she'd ever made her own tea in her whole life! And now she was making him a cup every night?

Fucking frustrating woman! He thought, taking another huge gulp of his firewhisky.

Charlie didn't realise he'd fallen asleep, but it was still dark when he woke up feeling like his head weighted a ton and his mouth was filled with cotton.

Fuck! If mum finds me here half-drunk, she'll have my hide!

He quickly got up, hid the firewhisky bottle, washed his cup and walked upstairs – in need of a shower and clean clothes.

Narcissa was probably asleep at that hour, so he could stare at her for a moment before getting his things.

Narcissa heard when the door of the bedroom was opened.

As there were only two people the wards allowed in there, and she was already in bed, she knew exactly who was walking in.

She was glad she had told Charlie she was the one making him his night tea; it might be just tea, but she was proud of herself for being able to make it – since she'd never boiled water before in her life.

She felt him stop near the bed, and she couldn't stop herself, so she spoke: "Do you have complaints about your tea tonight, Charles?"

He exhaled angrily, "Yes, in fact, I do. I want you to stop making it."

She frowned and sat up on the bed, "Why?" her long blond hair falling over her shoulders in waves and giving her a nymph-like look that made his blood rush straight to his cock.

"Just stop, Narcissa. Please."

"I wanted to please you," she admitted, "To show you my appreciation for all you've–"

"Just stop!" Charlie shouted, "You don't please me!" he made a face as soon as the words left his lips, for he knew they'd hurt her.

Predictably, she clenched her jaw as her eyes filled with tears, "Alright. I understand," she whispered, nodding.

He grimaced at the pain he could see in her eyes, "No. I don't mean that, it's just..."

"Enough, Charles!" she exclaimed in a finalising tone, "I'm sorry I created this situation. I see now that I've made a complete fool of myself, believing a young man like you'd ever find me pleasing."

He growled in frustration, rubbing his hands on his face, "You're not pleasing, Narcissa!" he said once more.

She squared her shoulders, putting on a brave face while her bottom lip trembled slightly, "No need to repeat that. Now you're just being cruel," she raised her chin, looking like a petulant teenager.

"No!" he insisted, shaking his head, "You're not pleasing ! You're bloody bewitching ! You have me hypnotised since the first day you looked up at me with your beautiful blue eyes! I've been doing my best to stop this feeling from growing but..." he exhaled, deciding to let her know exactly how he felt, his feelings suffocating him.

"I see you, Narcissa," he continued, "I see you when no one else is looking. And you're so sweet as you play with Sophie, you're fun and witty when you join others in conversation, and you're a fierce duellist. Whenever I watch you duel against a more experienced wizard, you're incredible in your anger – and all I want is to drag you away from that backyard and ravish you on the nearest surface."

He stopped talking and looked at her, breathing fast; Narcissa stared back at him in shock.

"But then," Charlie continued, "I remind myself that you're recovering from years of abuse – emotional and physical abuse. The last thing you need is a randy wizard thirsting after you," he shook his head, "I'm sorry for the honesty outburst. I'll just shower and be on my way."

He turned and went into the adjoined bathroom, leaving a baffled woman on the bed, trying to make sense of all he had said.

He wanted her?

He wanted to ravish her?

Narcissa let out a choked laughter and threw the covers away from her legs, getting up and knowing she had a decision to make.

Charlie had his back to the door, his forehead against the cold tiles as the hot water fell onto his back.

"Fuck," he cursed low, mentally kicking himself for all the things he'd told Narcissa just a few minutes ago.

"That's a very good idea, Charles," he heard her say and snapped his head towards the sound of her voice, staring at her as she stood inside the small bathroom in her dark green silk nightgown.

"Miss Black. What are you doing here?"

"I'm here, willing to be ravished ."

He watched, frozen in place, as her hands grabbed the hem of her nightgown. The world seemed to go into slow-motion as she pulled it up and off, revealing her creamy white skin.

Charlie shook his head, ready to remind her why that was a bad idea, but his treacherous dick had a mind of its own and blood pooled fast on his groin.

"Miss Black," he gulped as he looked down her body, covered in just a dark green lace pair of knickers.

She smiled, "I love when you call me that. Not Narcissa . Not Cissy . But Miss Black ."

"You should- I mean, we shouldn't-" he shook his head again, both his hands fisting on either side of his body, itching to touch her, his eyes fixed on the gorgeous woman in front of him, the glass door of the shower stall separating them.

"You should listen, Charles," she said, her tone firm and filled with certainty, "Do you have any idea how long it's been since I felt like this ?"

"Like what ?" he heard himself asking before he could stop it; his brain had stopped working properly since all his blood had rushed south, "Tell me how you feel," he demanded.

"I feel aroused," her voice lower, sexier, "Completely taken by desire ," she paused, "It's been years since I last felt this, Charles."

His hands clenched and his dick jerked at her confession, precum dripping from its head, just to be washed by the hot water still falling on his body.

"I don't want to hurt you, Narcissa."

"Miss Black. Call me Miss Black, please," she gave a step closer to the shower stall and he slowly raised his hand to slide the door open, unable to stop himself.

Narcissa looked down his wet body, her eyes falling on his hard cock, "Is that why you're afraid of hurting me, Charles?" she smiled sexily, "With that mouth-watering cock?"

"Stop that, Narcissa. Stop now," he ordered, "Fuck, the way you say my name in that posh way. It makes me want to silence you and hear you scream it at the same time," he groaned, "If you walk in here, I'll put my hands on you..." he openly gazed at her body, "And make you mine."

Her smile broadened and she took a step inside, "It's Miss Black, remember?"

His green eyes sparkled in desire, "You want me to call you that when I... ravish you?"

"Yes. Please, Charles."

He slid the glass door shut and touched her face tenderly, "What exactly do you want?"

"You. All of you," she replied breathlessly.

"You have me. But I want to know what do you want from this?"

Then she understood: "No pain," she quickly said. "But... I like a firm hand," he watched her blush, "And... I want to be touched, caressed... even adored," she finished in a whisper.

Charlie slowly moved his hands up her arms, looking into her eyes, "You, Miss Black, were made to be adored."

She trembled, moving her hands to the sides of her knickers, the fabric wet from the water that fell from the shower head and her own arousal.

"No," he ordered softly, touching her wrists, "Leave that on."

She seemed confused but stilled her hands.

"Are those knickers hurting you?" Charlie asked, his hands moving up her arms.

She shook her head, "No."

"So I'll remove them later."

Narcissa still seemed confused by his actions, so he explained: "I'm taking my time with you, Miss Black."

He caressed her neck, his thumb pushing her chin up, "First, I'll kiss you," he kissed her jaw, "Touch you," his lips met the corner of her mouth, "And adore you," he finished in a deep voice, looking into her eyes.

She shivered in anticipation, wanting all of that at once – but hoping he'd be true to his word and take his time.

"Can I touch you, Charles?" she asked, a hint of hesitation in her voice.

"Be my guest," he chuckled.

She seemed to relax and touched both hands to his hard abs, revelling in the strength of his body.

He pushed her face up again and touched his nose to hers, their breaths mingling and she parted her lips, waiting for his kiss.

But he didn't thrust his tongue into her mouth, their first kiss turned out to be not at all was she'd been expecting: Charlie rubbed his lips on hers a few times, as if getting acquaintance with their texture and shape.

When he finally sucked her bottom lip into his mouth, she whimpered in need. His soft touches were foreign and unexpected to her – but oh so welcome!

Charlie moved one hand down her back while the other remained on her neck.

"Is this ok?" he asked, pressing a little on her throat to make her understand what he meant.

"Yes," she gasped softly, "Just don't choke me."

A flash of anger burned in his eyes for a second as he thought about what others had done to her, "You tell me if anything brings you bad memories, Narcissa."

"Miss Black," she reminded him.

He shook his head, "I'm calling you that when in passion, right now I'm serious. I will not add to your pain."

She laughed, "I've never felt like this, Charles. I'm completely drunk by your kisses and you haven't even given me your tongue; I'm nearly regretting asking to be caressed for my body is burning for you," she sighed, "You have nothing to worry. Now... shut up and keep touching me," she ordered in that bossy tone that drove him crazy.

He chuckled and suddenly pulled her flush against his chest, the water running down both of them, before he captured her lips again, his tongue entering her mouth to caress hers this time.

She moaned, fisting her hands on his long wet red hair, as his kisses brought her a kind of pleasure she'd never thought possible one could feel just through kissing. She felt lightheaded, his kisses affecting her like the strongest of drugs.

He moved the hand down her neck, her collarbone, and finally cupped one of her breasts. His thumb and forefinger rolling her pebbled nipple slowly.

Narcissa gasped in his mouth and he trailed kisses over her jaw, towards her ear.

"I'm taking these off now," he said, hooking his fingers on the sides of her knickers and pulling them down her legs while kneeling on the floor in front of her.

He kissed down her stomach, going lower towards her pussy.

"Get your foot on my shoulder, Miss Black."

She hesitated, not sure of what he intended to do; Charlie didn't comment on her hesitation though, he patiently waited for her to do as he had asked her to.

Once her right foot was on his shoulder, he kissed just above her trimmed pubic hair, going lower and lower with his kisses until he was kissing her slit.

"What are you doing, Charles?" she asked in a quivering voice.

"Adoring you, Miss Black," He replied, holding her arse with his strong hands.

"I'm going to lose my balance," she feared.

"Trust me, I'd never let you fall."

Then she felt herself being caressed by a subtle wave of magic, and realised he was wandlessly using magic to keep her upright for his ministration. Her heart fluttered at his display of care and she relaxed, waiting to see what he was about to do.

Charlie parted her pussy lips with one hand, "Look at this pretty cunt," he inhaled deeply and groaned in desire, swiping his tongue from her entrance to her clit, making her tremble.

He did it a couple more times before spearing his tongue into her.

"Fuck, Charles!" she whimpered, feeling another level of pleasure she'd never felt before.

He hummed between her legs and she felt him opening her further, his tongue suddenly caressing a spot inside of her that she'd never knew existed.

Narcissa grabbed his hair with both hands and unashamedly moved her hips against his face, moaning loud.

Charlie never stopped the swiping of his supple muscle between her folds, he devoured her with the hunger of a starving man.

Narcissa felt a tightening in her core, her throat constricted, and she needed something that she couldn't explain – but she felt it so so close. She was gasping in the foggy bathroom, her whole body on the brink of something amazing.

Then he closed his lips around her clit and sucked hard – and she reached it; screaming and trembling, she orgasmed in his mouth, feeling her cunt clenching around nothing and groaning.

She felt greedy.

Hungry.

She needed more.

Charlie kissed a path from her pussy to her mouth and she kissed him back fervently, not even thinking twice about where his mouth had just been; his arms wrapped around her sensitive, trembling body, while her hands grabbed onto his broad shoulders.

He nipped her bottom lip, whispering: "I'm taking this to the bed, Miss Black."

She nodded, "Yes, Charles. Anything you want," she replied, looking up at him in drunken adoration.

He stopped the running water and helped her walk out of the shower stalls. Then he wandlessly accioed a fluffy towel, but instead of drying himself, he used it on her body; starting on her face, he tenderly patted her breasts with the towel and moved it down her body, making sure to dry every curve and crevice.

Narcissa had lost every coherent thought by the time Charlie led her towards the bed.

"Please, just hold me down and fuck me," she heard herself begging.

He chuckled, stopping behind her and kissing her shoulder, "Can't do that. At least not yet."

"Not yet," she repeated breathlessly, "You have no idea what you're doing to me, Charles."

"Hopefully I'm making you crave me," he whispered in her ear.

"Oh, yes. That you are," she moaned, "I've never imagined sex could be this all-consuming," she turned in his arms, looking up into his green eyes.

He touched her face, bringing their lips together in a sensual caress, "Tell me what you want, Miss Black. Whatever you ask for, I'll give you."

She wasted no time: "Fuck me. Please, Charles. I need to be under you, to feel you own my body. Feel you inside me," she fisted his hard cock and he groaned, making her stop.

He walked her backwards until her knees hit the bed and she fell on it, quickly moving to the centre of the mattress and spreading her legs.

Charlie growled and kneeled between her sprawled thighs, kissing her flat stomach, moving up towards her breasts.

"You have the prettiest cunt and the most gorgeous tits, Miss Black," he circled his tongue over a pebbled nipple and sucked, making her arch on the bed.

The head of his cock brushing over her drenched folds, and she thrust her hips upwards, making him penetrate just the tip.

"Fuck!" he growled, holding her hips down to the bed again, closing his eyes at the feeling of her heat around the sensitive tip of his dick, "Tell me if I hurt you."

"You won't! Please..." she whimpered needily, grabbing onto his waist with her hands, trying to force him in with her heels digging on his ass.

But he didn't give into her wishes of forcing himself in fast; instead he pressed in slowly, watching in complete awe as his girthy length parted her pussy.

"Fucking sight, Miss Black," he groaned, leaning fully over her once he had entered her to the hilt, "Tell me if it hurts."

Narcissa shook her head, her eyes closed and her mouth parted, her face contorted in pleasure.

He moved his cock out a third of its length and thrust back in, but the way her inner walls fluttered around him was enough to have him close to losing control.

"You're- fuck ... perfect, Miss Black," he moaned over her lips, kissing her deep and slowly as he thrust into her body at a similar pace.

"Faster, Charles," she begged, "I won't break."

"I won't last if I go any faster. Fuck, your cunt is fucking sucking me in... shit," he groaned as his hips seemed to have gained a mind of their own and sped up his thrusts despite his words.

She moaned loudly and arched under him, her nails carving marks on his lower back, "I need more, Charles. More!"

He changed the angle of his thrusts and lowered a hand between her legs, pressing on her clit.

Narcissa screamed under him, having never felt so much pleasure before; after just a few more thrusts of his, she was taken by the strongest orgasm of her life.

And when he spilled deep inside of her, she held his shaking body close.

Charlie was careful not to crush her smaller frame under his own, and once he could think again, he rolled them over, and held her tightly against his chest, being surprised by her soft sniffles.

"What happened?" he worried, pulling her face up, "Did I hurt you?"

She shook her head, "No, it was perfect, Charles. I'm just... emotional," she kissed his lips softly, "Thank you. I didn't even know such pleasure was possible."

He looked at her with a soft smile, but his eyes were serious, "Don't thank me, love. Just be mine."

She held her breath, looking at him with hope, "You mean outside of these walls?"

"Yes."

She chuckled, "Your mother would be happier seeing you dating an actual dragon, Charles."

"And your son would be happier seeing me dead," he replied, pulling her closer and kissing her lips softly, "He's already suspicious there's something between us."

"Don't worry about Draco. He will respect my wishes. But your mother... a son must always respect his mother."

"I'll talk to her," he reassured, rubbing his lips on hers teasingly, "Be mine, Narcissa Black."

She felt laughter bubbling inside her chest, a giddiness she hadn't felt since she was a teenager spread all over her body as she replied: "Yes, I want to be yours – whatever you want to call me."

"Mine- you're my everything."

Narcissa closed her eyes and laid her head on his chest, taken by a sense of peacefulness she didn't remember having ever felt before.

"Are you planning on leaving your husband?" Charlie asked with his eyes closed.

"I'm planning on being a widow before the war is over."

"Good," he chuckled, "Because I don't share," he kissed her head.

A laugh bubbled up in her throat, and she felt her heart falling for him. It might have been too early to say it, but Narcissa knew right then she was in love.

Note: Wow. People... Where James burns like all fires of hell, Charlie is a beautiful blue flame, slow and discreet – but just as deadly. I kept trying to speed things up but he forced me to take it slow. Lucky Miss Black (and she totally deserves the love).