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Beginning - Harry Potter - Lucius/Narcissa - Night
Title: Beginning
Author: jairissa
Summary: In which Narcissa takes Lucius up on his offer
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1794
Pairing: Lucius/Narcissa
Prompt: #2 Night (50_smutlets)
Notes: Written for 50_smutlets, prompt: Night. Please note that all characters contained within are of legal age in their respective countries.



The fact that she had shown up was as much a surprise to Lucius as the realisation that he had been concerned whether she would. It had occurred to him after his spontaneous invitation that he had not shown a lover his personal quarters. In light of this he had refrained from lighting candles or otherwise attempting to create a romantic atmosphere; it would be too much to concede both to her.

"I rather thought you had plans that consisted of more than just starting at me until I had to leave," her caustic voice cut through his thoughts. She was on his bed, golden hair spread against the dark grey of his sheets.

Lucius smiled, closing the blinds on his window and sending a locking spell at the door. He could see her stiffen almost imperceptivity under her voluminous robes and had to prevent himself from grinning in triumph t the idea that he could get to her at all. Striding confidently across the room, Lucius sank onto the bed beside her. She inched away, hesitation obvious on her face for the briefest of moments.

"Nervous?" He asked softly, pushing a piece of soft hair from her face. She glared at him, tilting her head away from his touch.

"Nothing frightens me," she said steadily, her eyes fixed on the wall behind him. Lucius snorted, shrugging his outer robes off his shoulders, tossing them onto the floor carelessly. Narcissa's eyes widened marginally and Lucius smirked as he continued stripping himself of his clothes deliberately. Narcissa reached up with trembling hands, fingers struggling with the tie on the neck of her robes. Lucius pushed her hands away, mock glaring at her.

"That job belongs to me," he said calmly, deftly undoing the clasp at her throat, sighing appreciatively as he pushed the roves aside. She had chosen a silver dress that brought out the highlights in her pale hair. "You look lovely."

"I know that," Narcissa said proudly, chin rising. Lucius could only guess that she heard those words so often that this was familiar ground. He slid the strap off her shoulder, leaning down to kiss the skin it had previously covered. He felt her shicer under his touch, shying away as Lucius kissed his way across her throat and down her collarbone.

Shifting the soft material further, Lucius gestured for Narcissa to sit up momentarily, taking advantage of the time to pull the dress off her, eyes darkening in desire at what he had uncovered.

"Is this the part where you compare me to a beautiful painting and expect me to be just as inanimate?" She asked, stiffening against him. Lucius looked down at her, slightly shocked, noting that she hadn't pulled away, despite her words.

Lucius grazed his teeth over her shoulder slightly, cautious not to leave a mark. "No," he said honestly, hands skimming down her bared side gently. "It's the part where I point out that I find you enchanting, body and soul, and want you to respond in kind."

"You want me to tell you that you enchant me?" She asked sceptically, arms reaching up to cover herself. Lucius caught hold of her hands, leaning down to kiss them, pressing his lips lingeringly against her fingers.

"I want you to want me," Lucius admitted, letting her look into his eyes, feeling as though she was ripping his deepest secrets from him. "As much as I want you."

He stroked his hand over her shoulder, brushing his fingers against her hair. The other he reached to massage her back, working his fingers in soft circles to try and smooth out some of the tension. She eventually started to relax against him, bear back pressed to his chest.

Unable to continue his previous task, Lucius let his head rest against the back of hers, lips pressing into her hair. Narcissa turned to face him slowly, her blue eyes large and luminous in the darkness of the room. He felt transfixed by them, unable to move for a few moments through the power of the want she stirred in him.

"Do you want to…" Narcissa's voice trailed off and he could feel her tense again.

"Yes," he whispered, making no move back towards the bed, skimming his hands up and down her back. When he made no further advances, Narcissa stepped towards him, reaching a hand up to tangle in his hair. Using the leverage she gained, she pulled Lucius down into a tentative kiss, one he responded to eagerly.

When she did not pull away, Lucius deepened the kiss, running his tongue along her lower lip, requesting entrance. Her mouth opened slowly and he could have groaned from his first proper taste of her, something like mint and chocolate filling his senses. She whimpered, the sound moving straight to Lucius' heart, and he pulled away to stroke her hair reassuringly.

"I'm not a child, you have no need to treat me as such," she said defensively. Lucius shook his head, a wry smile lighting his face.

"I have no intention of treating you like a child," Lucius said seriously, tilting her face to meet his. "It is for my pleasure as much as yours that I take this slowly."

Narcissa did not seem convinced, but capitulated regardless, pulling him back down to her for another kiss. Lucius showed less caution this time, hands instinctively moving to cup the curve of her hips and breasts. When he tweaked a nipple with his thumb she gave a soft cry, tempting Lucius into repeating the motion over again.

When he opened his eyes to look at her, Lucius noted that Narcissa's earlier hesitation seemed to have faded away. Hoping she was ready, he lead them back on to the bed, positioning them side by side so as not to scare her unduly. She did not seem frightened, her blazing blue eyes meeting his steadily.

Content to keep kissing her, Lucius spent a few leisurely minutes kissing, teasing her with his tongue across her lips and fingers exploring all but the part of her he was trying to drive mad. Only when he eventually had her responding to his kisses and pressing into his touch did Lucius roll her onto her back, positioning himself on top of her.

She stiffened and he tried to calm her, pressing his lips to her temple until she realised that he had no intention of taking her yet. As she relaxed, Lucius placed soft, open-mouthed kisses down her throat, sucking lightly as he reached her pulse points. Holding tightly to her hips to prevent her moving away, he made his way down her stomach, nuzzling into her thigh.

Narcissa moaned as he did so, encouraging Lucius to continue, spreading her legs apart to give himself better access. Holding them down so that her hips would not jerk against him, he teased her soft folds apart with his tongue. She moaned again, making him wonder what it would take to make the wordless cry take the shape of his name.

"Please," Narcissa whispered as Lucius used his fingers to brush against her nub, tongue teasing and flicking around them. She arched against him, prompting Lucius to increase the speed of his soft touches, continuing until her breathy cries had turned to loud moans. "I need…"

"Need what?" Lucius hummed around her, causing a louder moan from Narcissa. He did it again, whispering nonsensical words consisting mainly of beautiful, precious and the one, embarrassing, love. His shame was forgotten as the word caused her to tense under his ministrations, coming against his mouth.

He kissed his way slowly back up her bare skin, resting beside her. Looking up at him with large eyes, Narcissa seemed too calm to speak, instead stroking a piece of hair away from his face, watching him intently.

"Interesting?" Lucius asked, unconcerned. Narcissa nodded, not elaborating; he didn't need to hear it anyway. "Ready?"

She started to shake her head, freezing as she caught his eye. She raised a languid hand to cup his chin, pulling him down to her for a deep kiss. "Do it," she whispered, legs parting to give him more room.

Taking her offered gift wordlessly, Lucius positioned himself properly, claiming her in one smooth thrust. She gasped against his mouth, fingernails digging into his shoulders, marking where she had wrapped her arms around him. "That's the worst of it," he whispered, starting to move. Slowly at first, he increased his speed as she started to respond, hips rising to meet his with every stroke.

"Lucius," she whispered, and Lucius would have laughed in triumph if he weren't so immersed in the sensations she was causing in him. "Yes."

He groaned in return, not having expected her to be so responsive. He felt the pleasure start to coil in his belly and in an effort to bring Narcissa along with him, Lucius slid his hand between them, rubbing at the sweet spot between her legs. She wailed, arching into him in pleasure and Lucius had barely a moment to register how beautiful she looked before his climax hit him. He gave a few more thrusts, almost sighing in relief as he felt her release come too, before collapsing beside her to pull her into his arms.

"See, not as bad as they make it sound," Lucius drawled, feeling utterly boneless and replete as he lay next to her. "I rather think you enjoyed yourself."

Narcissa snorted, raising her hands above her head. "You were acceptable, I suppose," she said dismissively, watching him out of the corner of her eye, amused. "It will certainly be good practice should I wish to take someone to my bed in future."

Lucius eyes narrowed and he rolled himself on top of her, pinning her to the bed. "You belong to me," he said, eyes blazing. He caught himself at the last minute, adding on a codicil. "At least for the summer."

It annoyed him that she laughed, rather than showed some sign of fear. "I remember," she said tauntingly, her voice striking the deepest nerves within him. "Never fear, Lucius, I will hold to our deal."

She pushed him off her, softening the blow by curling her warm, bare body around him, closing her eyes. She yawned, something Lucius could not identify in himself melting. Resting his cheek against the top of her head, he let his eyes close, his own drowsiness overtaking him. Before he could forget, he picked up his wand from the nightstand, setting an alarm spell to wake them both before she needed to be home.

His last thought as he drifted off to sleep was that this girl was going to be every bit as entertaining as he had first imagined.