Summer Born (summerborn) wrote in summerfic, @ 2007-09-10 17:01:00 |
|
|||
Entry tags: | best of summer, lucius, narcissa, rated nc-17, rodolphus, rodolphus/narcissa |
A Proper Sort of Girl (Rodolphus/Narcissa, NC-17)
Originally posted March 1, 2007; linked from here (March 13, 2007).
Title: A Proper Sort of Girl
Pairings: Rodolphus/Narcissa, plus PG Lucius/Narcissa
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 3690
Warnings: Implied infidelity (see pairing)
Disclaimer: Characters and setting belong to JKR etc.
Author's Notes: Tremendous thanks are due to klynie1 for the beta, though I added a bunch after she looked at it. Remaining mistakes are all mine!
Prompt: Written for LJ:wizard_love het smut exchange, to the request "a little plot and a little angst, especially if it all works out in the end." Title lifted from a completely unrelated Great Big Sea song.
Summary: Narcissa Black wants a fiery, passionate lover, but she is engaged to... Lucius Malfoy. And she must do the right thing, just as soon as she figures out what that is.
There was nothing like the hot insistence of Rodolphus' lips tearing at her, devouring her throat, shoulder, collarbone. Narcissa's eyes fluttered closed as he moved farther down, tugging the neckline of her robes down so that he could get at the soft pale flesh beneath.
"Wait, there's something—oh!" She gasped.
God, he was good at that. Narcissa tried to draw a breath, needing to tell him what had happened that afternoon, but the heaving of her chest only made Rodolphus groan and kiss her more fiercely. One of his hands slid up along her thigh, and again she considered putting off this conversation. Tomorrow would be soon enough.
No. Tell him.
"Wait," she managed to say, and this time she took hold of a handful of his hair and yanked back, hard.
Rodolphus looked up at her, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "Want to play it that way, do you?"
She scowled. "Will you listen to me for a minute?"
"Of course," Rodolphus said, instantly contrite. "Tell me what you want, my love. I'll do anything." His hand squeezed gently over the curve of her hip, and she had to bite down on her lip to keep her body from reacting like it wanted to.
"I—I'm going to marry Lucius Malfoy."
For a moment, Rodolphus' expression didn't change. Then, slowly, he moved back, until he was less lying on top of her and more sitting next to her on the small sofa.
"I don't want to," she said, trying not to feel anxious about this. They'd both known something like it was bound to happen. "You know you're the one that I love. But you're unavailable now, and Mother expects..."
"Do not blame me for this," Rodolphus broke in harshly. "You know as well as I do that our parents set up my marriage to Bellatrix before you were even born."
She twisted her hands in her lap. "I know that. And you knew that I would end up betrothed to someone else."
Rodolphus sighed. "You're right. But... Lucius Malfoy? He's such a... prude."
Narcissa's voice turned sharp. "Do not speak of my future husband that way. You sound like a jealous schoolboy."
"Well how do you expect me to feel? You think I should be glad that you're going to marry another man?"
"What did you expect me to do? Sit around pining while you're off being married to my sister?"
Rodolphus slid onto his knees on the floor beside the sofa and gripped her hand. "She doesn't expect me to be faithful; we talked about that already. We still have this, these nights when she is working for him. We could still have this, my love."
Narcissa scoffed. "Surely if she knew it was me you were being unfaithful with, her attitude would change."
"Lucius might be willing, if you approach him the right way. Most arranged marriages have these sorts of understandings." He sounded almost hopeful.
Slowly, painfully, she shook her head. "I won't keep seeing you after I'm married."
Without another word, Rodolphus got to his feet. He looked down at her for a moment and then turned, crossed the room to lean against a windowsill, and bowed his head.
Her heart lurched at the sight, and she longed to say something, to point out that she wasn't married yet, and maybe they could have one more night... but she knew this was his way of exerting some measure of control on the situation. Better a clean break, she told herself as she stood and prepared to Floo home, but she did not believe it.