He reached for a few grapes, popping on into his mouth and turning back to his wife, and leaning forward to offer her a grape as well, placed between delicate fingers. Feeding her was exquisite fun, watching her mouth open, lips wrapping around the fruit and disappear into the depths of her mouth.
His eyes were trained on her mouth, and he followed, leaning into match his lips to hers, the taste of grape on her now, her tongue, inside of her. He planted one hand on either side of her and let the kiss deepen and extend, making Lucius's hunger shift from one for food to one for her.
He was still dressed, but wanted to lounge with her, lay next to her and once again, he had to pause in his kiss and pull back.
"Severus and his stories can wait," he said, his face starting to flush slightly from want of her.