a deadly, poetic infection (sappholococcus) wrote in hp_traditions, @ 2008-06-30 13:33:00 |
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Entry tags: | lucius/narcissa, r |
Happy Traditions, melfinatheblue!
Title: The Well
Author: dark_adrenalynn
Gift For: melfinatheblue
Pairing(s): Lucius/Narcissa
Summary: A sacred well frames Narcissa's life at Malfoy Manor, and the war.
Rating: light R
Notes: I am sorry for how long this took, I had to write it twice because of a googledocs error. Thanks to hecticity for beta-ing and pushing me to finish.
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The first thing Narcissa noticed about Malfoy Manor was that it was far older and grander than the mansion even her family shared. She loved all of it, and during her third visit, everything was going so perfectly that she honestly wondered if it was a dream. She wandered past the gardens to where a small, ancient well lay. It was odd, almost out of place, but at the same time, it seemed to belong. She touched the aging stone, carefully, and pulled her hand back when a glint of something caught her attention. Before she could catch it, a gold necklace fell into the water from the well. Curious, she leaned over the stone well, looking down into the dark water.
"It's a sacred well." Lucius explained as he came up behind her. He had gone to look for her, without looking as if he was looking for her, and was surprised where he had found her."It's older than the Manor, goes back centuries. It's supposed to bless those who drink from it." He ran a hand gently up her spine, cupping the back of her neck as he leaned over it as well. "With eloquence, charisma, skill in war, quicker healing and fertility."
"Really?" Narcissa said, glancing up at him, and turning into the touch. "And have you ever drank from the well?"
"I've never felt the need to." Lucius said, giving her a slow smile that reached his eyes and made Narcissa melt right into her designer shoes. Her hand scraped the stone as he kissed her, but she barely felt it.
"Do you think I lack those things?" Lucius asked, leading Narcissa back through the gardens and away from the well, as he placed small kisses along her throat. "Should I go take a deep drink to please my lady?"
"Hardly." Narcissa said with a sweet smile. That smile made Lucius just want to throw her down and ravish her there, but he had nothing but respect for his fiance, so he restrained himself somewhat. Instead he ran silky fingers over her pulse, feeling it skip under his touch.
"Good," Lucius whispered against her ear, pushing a silky platinum strand out of the way. "Let me give you a bed of flowers, in which to rest?" He whispered, in a soft sibilant tone that made Narcissa shiver. "A bed of flowers for my Narcissa?"
Narcissa was not going to deny him anything, not when he was whispering in her ear like that, and the idea seemed to strike at the well-hidden recklessness that Narcissa did sometimes enjoy. However while she had her worries, Lucius made them disappear with his lips on her throat.
Lucius had never been one to neglect having all of his bases covered. With a spell, he made sure they were concealed from prying eyes--because Narcissa was his, and only his, only he got to see her true beauty-- and to keep her from getting dirty or crushing the flowers, he conjured a cushion as he laid her down on the flowers gently.