Title: That September Afternoon
Author:
seaislewitchMain wizard: Lucius Malfoy
Characters: Narcissa Malfoy
Rating/Warnings: NC-17/Sexual content
Genre: Romance/Passion
Word count: 500
Summary: While Lucius languishes in Azkaban, Narcissa recalls his passionate nature.
The elegant witch swept into her private sitting room, icy blue robes billowing in her wake. She sat at her correspondence desk, selecting a crisp sheet of monogrammed parchment and her favourite quill.
My Lucius,
Time stands still without you here.
Only when you return to me will my life begin again. Until then, I have my memories. They keep me alive -- that, and our son.
Our clever son is becoming indispensable, learning admirably under our friend's tutelage. He has matured into a fine wizard. You would be very proud of him, Lucius.
She paused, blotting her tears with a linen handkerchief. "Oh, Lucius..."
Narcissa recalled the day Draco had first gone away to Hogwarts. Lucius was confident and relaxed, but as the train pulled out of the station, she had fallen apart.
"Narcissa," he said softly, titling her chin upward. "He's just gone to Scotland, not Auckland."
"It might as well be."
Ignoring the world, he had gathered her in his arms and Apparated home. She remembered Lucius had gallantly carried her up to their suite of rooms.
"This is exactly where you should be on a day like today," he said, placing her on their extravagant bed.
Narcissa watched as he unfastened his cape and tossed it aside. His hands nimbly unbuttoned his shirt and trousers, allowing the fine garments to fall to the floor. He stood at the side of their bed in all his glory.
She sighed. Lucius was so handsome and virile, and he always made me feel loved.
He kissed her gently, as if she were as fragile as she felt. His lips moved to her neck and décolletage, whispering how beautiful and desirable she was. Lucius untied the silk ribbons of her witch-dress, smiling at what he found underneath.
Lucius was always appreciative of my figure and choice of lingerie. Twirling the quill in her fingers, Narcissa closed her eyes, remembering his passion.
He ran his hands over her delicate skin, calming her nerves with his warm touch. Caressing her breasts, he paid special attention to her pink nipples, causing a rush of excitement and desire to fill her.
"My Lucius," she moaned, arching toward him.
He pulled her dress free and swirled his tongue around her belly button, something that always made her giggle--even today.
"There's my Narcissa's smile..."
Lucius slid off her knickers, closing his eyes as he touched her sensuously, obviously enjoying it. Narcissa marvelled at his long eyelashes and his talent to make her feel absolutely perfect. He took her over the edge, and then he entered in one smooth motion, stroking very slowly -- and then quickly, alternating and driving her crazy with anticipation. He expertly rubbed her special place, making her come again and again, until she couldn't take any more pleasure.
It was all about me that day, she remembered, dipping her quill into silvery-blue ink.
Do you remember that September afternoon when Draco left for his first year at Hogwarts?
I do.
Author's Notes: This was written in honour of
redvelvetcanopy's birthday. She had originally requested an Icy Potions fic, but I countered with Lucissa, and she agreed. *g* Happy Belated Birthday, my friend. (Thanks to
lewlinx for proofreading.)