Who: Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy What: A..Celebration... of the Holiday Spirit When: 6 December 1980 (BACKDATED - this type of fun takes a bit of time to create) Where: Malfoy Manor Rating: M for Mature (they are doing adult things in various states of undress...do with that what you will…) NSFW - Thar be shagging ahead…. Status: Complete
Yesterday had been a whirlwind of decoration; fir branches, glittering lights and baubles of every shape and size. She’d gone to bed early, not that long after she’d put Draco down for the night, visions of sugarplum fairies dancing in her head. Christmas was her favourite time of year and now with Draco in the picture she had really outdone herself. But it wasn’t just decorating; she’d been buoyed by the replies to her journal entry - a much needed ray of light. Then Bella’s owl had arrived with the promise that it wouldn’t be too long before she saw her sister again, and today Narcissa was feeling far more positive about the future. The gloom that had hung over the Manor the past few months had been banished by thousands of twinkling lights, the scents of evergreen bringing a little more life into marble-floored halls. She had hope; and more than that, she was certain that they would triumph.
Certain enough, in fact, that she was tempted to talk to Lucius about their family. And, more accurately, increasing it. It had been a long battle to Draco’s birth - and not one she was eager to repeat - but the healers themselves had said that, having successfully borne a child, she would be more likely to be able to again. She had never wanted Draco to be an only child, as Lucius was. For all her differences with Andromeda now, she had loved having two big sisters when she was younger. Halls had rung with laughter, games played in gardens and nurseries. Even now, her sister was her closest friend and confidante. She wanted that relationship for her son.
Of course, being a Slytherin, she was leaving nothing to chance. She was wearing a dress she’d worn on one of their last dates before she started showing with Draco, along with the lingerie set that Lucius had bought her for her birthday last year. She hadn’t worn it since Draco had made that rather difficult, and had been living in nursing bras for most of the time since his birth. But if she was going to distract Lucius thoroughly, she had to be armed effectively. Her heels rang out against the marble floor as she strolled through the house, making her way towards the study.
Lucius was working when he heard something he hadn’t heard in ages - high heels. His wife hadn’t worn heels since her 7th month of pregnancy with Draco. So either they had company - or his wife was wearing heels and heading towards his study. Heading his way with purpose. He set down his quill - there was something just not matching up with this Sebastian Halpern person and he was still looking into it. He just appeared and commented in journals and then vanished. It wasn’t normal - if you were to start a conversation you should finish it… And he was about to finish a note to an investigator when the heels got closer to his door.
His wife was getting excited about the Holidays - she generally was this time of year - it was her favorite holiday. He had her gifts and those for his son already picked out. He had even vacated his study for her the other day so she could work her magic. He had his own tree and just the right of holiday scents and the right amount of sparkle and spirit.
He looked up at the door as the sound of the heels stopped and a blonde brow arched, and he leaned back in his chair, “Hello there, my stunning wife. What can I help you with today?”
That dress was tempting him and the look on her face - he hadn’t seen that look in awhile. This was going to be interesting indeed.
Narcissa slowly walked across the study, a little slink in her step. She was smirking slightly; subtlety was rather pointless, considering the way she was looking at him. And, for that matter, the way he was looking at her.
“Oh, nothing in particular,” she remarked lightly, rounding his desk, sitting gently on the edge of it and crossing her legs; accompanied by the quiet whisper of silk against silk. “What are you up to, hmm?” She didn’t look at the parchment strewn across the desk - their marriage worked rather well on the basis of her not asking, and Lucius not telling. It allowed her to maintain a thick armour of plausible deniability. It suited both Lucius and Bellatrix for Narcissa to be oblivious, and therefore safe.
He watched her and then grinned up at her with a wink, “Well, nothing important if I am all that honest. I was just enjoying the time and effort you put into decorating our home and appreciating it.” He put a hand on her knee.
Then he moved and kissed her softly on her lips, savoring the feel of them against his own, “You look like you have a thought on your mind, love. What is it I wonder that you are wanting that I get to see you looking even more stunning than the last time I saw you this morning with our son. And I didn’t think that was possible.”
He ran the backs of his knuckles along her cheek and then kissed her again softly, “Salazar you take my breath away at times…”
She uncrossed her legs delicately, the movement shifting his hand a little higher, fingertips sliding under the overlapping folds of her dress.
“Oh, nothing you’re not willing to give,” she murmured, leaning into his kiss.
“Well love, let’s see - I turned over my heart, my name and my vaults….” he ticked things off on his fingers, “And I even waived my ban on throw pillows in the bedroom. So I think it’s safe to say - there is very little I am not willing to give.”
He placed another teasing kiss on her lips, then trailed his lips along her jawline and then kissed her pulse point there, his hand now stroking her thigh lightly, “But wearing this dress - you know there is very little I would deny you in this…”
She laughed lightly, tilting her head; her blonde hair sliding smoothly over her shoulder, baring the pale curve of her throat to his kisses.
“I do,” she murmured. “That may not have been entirely unintentional.” She shifted over a little until she was sitting in the middle of his leather blotter, her toes brushing the outsides of his calves, her fingers curling over the edge of the desk. “I was thinking about Bellatrix...how I might be able to see her soon...” She wasn’t going to launch straight in with the suggestion that they have another baby; she was more delicate than that.
“Thinking of your sister got you into this dress?” He arched a brow at her and smirked, “I am not going to question the reasoning and just enjoy the end product.” He leaned in for another kiss and then he pulled back and eyed her thoughtfully, “It is the holiday season and I don’t think we have had a holiday here without your - colorful - sister around. Would you like me to look into seeing if there is a way to get her here?”
He ran his eyes over his wife and then gave her a very playful grin, “I mean - if thinking about her gets me this...what would get her here in person get me?”
That playful grin earned another laugh, Narcissa sliding forward and into his lap, one knee on either side of hips. She was very, very glad she’d convinced him he needed a larger, comfier chair for his study.
“We’re so close to winning, darling....to having the future we want for our son...” Her fingers played with the buttons on his robes, slowly moving south. “I was thinking that perhaps it might be time to try giving Draco a sibling...” Biting her lower lip, she looked at him through her lashes.
Letting his wife’s hands wander as they wanted, Lucius let the words sink in, and then he ran the, through his hand again and a slow smile spread across his lips, “Love of my life, I am going to make sure I heard you correctly Because if I did - “
He moved his hands along her sides and kissed her slowly, enunciating each word with a kiss, “Are. You. Saying. You. Want. Another. Baby. With. Me?”
Then he let his lips wander to that spot on Narcissa’s throat and nipped at it playfully, “Because if you are...I don’t think I have had the option of showing you just how comfortable my new sofa in here is - and I feel that has been very remiss of me…”
“I wasn’t aware you had problems with your hearing, my love,” Narcissa teased, sliding her arms around Lucius’s shoulders. She giggled as he slid his hands under her bum and lifted her up, wrapping her legs around his waist, helpfully. Salazar, she loved this man. For all the stern demeanor he portrayed to others, he was a romantic at heart. He doted on her, and she found herself more and more in love with him with every passing day.
“Draco’s asleep,” she murmured in his ear, kissing the high arch of his cheekbone on her way back towards his mouth. “Lolly is with him in case he wakes...so I’m all yours.” She couldn’t wait for his reaction when he saw the underwear she was wearing; the tie on her dress was so simple to unfasten, all it would take was a tug of the ribbon.
The fact that Narcissa - who didn’t like to be out in the back garden if Draco wasn’t within reach - was here with him - their son several floors up - Lucius grinned against her throat as they made their way over to the sofa. He set her down on it and then knelt in front of her. He loved his wife - she was one of the few people that he trusted completely. They completed each other - and now…
He tugged the ribbon on her dress and opened the material slowly like a present and when his eyes met hers again, Lucius was sure they were dark and hungry. Damn this woman for spoiling him like this. His kiss to show her his appreciation was hard, demanding and devouring. THen his lips made their way to her ear and he growled, “Now you are truly in for it Mrs. Malfoy…”
His hands - calloused from years of flying and dueling - ran over her soft skin. HIs lips and teeth marked her pale skin as he worked his way down her body and then nipped at her collar bone and then over the tops of her breasts.
“I hope you are alright being spoiled - I have missed spoiling my wife you see….” And his grin was devious as he kept working his way down her body, teasing and tasting her as he went- his destination becoming more and more clear the further he made his way south.
Narcissa just smirked as Lucius unwrapped her like a present, lying back against the couch, resting both arms along the backrest. Lucius was a man on a mission and she knew better than to try and stop him. Not that she wanted to - far from it. She let her head fall back against the soft cushion, sighing as his mouth slowly moved lower.
“Why would I ever complain about being spoiled,” she murmured, trailing off into a sigh.
All he did to respond was to smirk at her before parting her legs, settling between them and nibbling his way up her inner thigh, “Well, that is also incredibly true love…” He ghosted his mouth over her and then his hands slid up her thighs to her hips and started to ease her knickers down slowly - his lips and tongue still tracing patterns on her pale skin as he tossed them onto the sofa next to her.
Lucius adored his son. But he craved his wife. Her presence in his life - in his world - had been something that saved him. On so many different levels. He craved her touch, her voice, and showing her his love and passion for her had been something that had been denied them while they adjusted to having Draco in their world. And Narcissa learning to let go and have help with Draco had prolonged it more than Lucius would have liked. But again - he loved them both - and if Narcissa needed time. TIme she would have.
But now that he had her in front of him - willing and eager for the physical side of his love and need for her? His eyes darkened as he looked up at her - getting a predatory look in them as he gripped her hips and pulled them closer to the edge of the sofa.
“Far be it from me to keep a lady waiting…” He said and then started to taste her. Her sweetness, the soft musk and spice that was just Narcissa...it was addictive to him. He kept his gaze on her face as he held her hips in place and reacquainted himself with the taste and sound of his wife with his mouth worshipping her between her soft thighs.
She sighed softly, shifting her hips a little, tilting up towards his mouth. He knew her body so well by now...sliding fingers into loose white strands, she almost petted him. After all, he never needed guidance from her. His mouth - so cutting with words, with the imperious sneer that most people saw - was just as wicked, just as quick on her cunt. There was a part of her that was impatient; but for now, she wanted to give Lucius this. She was his, to do with what he wanted.
Still, it wasn’t long before she was squirming against his tongue, her soft sounds growing louder, more urgent; she hadn’t charmed the room silent and she only hoped that Draco’s room was far enough away not to hear her.
A platinum brow arched up at her and he pulled her hips closer, keeping his mouth working against her, growling in pleasure, letting his sounds join with hers. There was something about Narcissa having pleasure - in being the one that gave her that pleasure.
One hand slid from her hip and then started to explore her at the same time as his mouth was. He nipped at her - teasing her clit as his fingers slid in and out of her. However, when she started to get a bit too loud, Lucius made a choice and fumbled next to him and then her knickers found her way into her mouth to keep her muffled a bit more.
He was sure to get an earful later...but for now, he went back to showing her how much he loved her and desired her. It was worth her opinions on how he treated her lingerie.
He got nothing more than an incredulous glare, quickly forgotten when he moved his tongue and fingers just so, melting most of Narcissa’s higher thought processes. Her world narrowed down to his hands, his mouth, the silken slide of his hair against her fingers. She slid down a little on the couch pressing herself more firmly against his mouth, no longer caring if he could breathe just as long as he kept the pressure right where it was, kept humming so softly, so wickedly.
“Lu--” she tried to say, the words muffled behind silk and lace. Her thighs began to tremble gently, closing around Lucius’ ears as she wailed.
Grinning and growling against her as he could feel her reactions around him...Lucius was proud of the reactions he could get out of his wife. He let his tongue and fingers keep her on edge...her thighs trembling giving him a very good indication of just where she was.
Looking up at her from his particular vantage point - he kept his face pressed against her and applying pressure to the spots that made her sounds - those amazing sounds of hers - go up a few octaves.
Then he added another finger inside of her and curled them just the way she liked them and moved them just so….
And with that, she was lost. She screamed his name, a broken-sounding sob as she curled over, both hands clenching in his hair, her thighs tight against the sides of his head. It was a few minutes before the tremors eased, Narcissa’s muscles turning liquid as she slumped back against the cushions and pulled the knickers from her mouth. Gods, he was so good at that. She told him as much, still panting softly.
“I missed this...” she admitted, her voice soft. “I’m sorry it’s been so long, my love...”
Licking his lips, Lucius made his way back up to his wife’s face and rested their foreheads together. “Cissa...let me be SO very clear...I have missed this. You and I like this. But it’s worth waiting for. You wanting this again - is worth waiting for.”
He tilted her chin and kissed her slowly, taking his time and making her taste herself on his tongue and then grinned against her lips, a very wicked smile that matched the twinkle in his eyes, “So...I do hope you are aware that I am not in any way done showing you how much I love and worship you….”
He eyed the carpet by the fire and then his wife with a raised brow, “If I am not mistaken - wasn’t Draco conceived on a very similar rug - I can’t get us to that villa right now but….” He kissed her again and whispered against her lips, “If it worked once - why fix what isn’t broken?”
Salazar....he was such a good man. More than she deserved, she thought at times. She knew men who wouldn’t have waited as long as he had. Who wouldn’t have tolerated the bassinet against her side of the bed, the nights where she woke every ten minutes to check Draco was still breathing. The jealousy with which she had held Draco close, reluctant even to let Lucius hold him.
“Oh, I should hope not,” she murmured. “We have a lot to catch up on...” She reached behind her, unfastening her bra and letting it drop to the floor. She stood, running her nail along the edge of his jaw as she stepped past him and walked slowly over towards the rug. Nude bar her heels, her pale skin and hair almost disappeared against the thick, creamy fibres of the rug - turned golden by the light of the fire.
Watching her was - addictive. Hell, there had been nights where this had been all that had been accomplished - loving his wife. Her body was different now since Draco - fuller, softer and still breathtaking. Moving to follow her, his shirt fell to the floor, his belt and trousers joined it and then he was pressed against her in nothing but his pants.
“Woman - you are going to be the death of me and I cannot bring myself to care…” He growled against her mouth and then kissed her again and the rolled them so she was on top of him and he smirked up at her, “But aren’t you telling me turn about is fair play? I think it’s my turn to get to enjoy the show - don’t you…?
“Oh, but what a lovely way to die...” she teased, her knees falling either side of his hips, leaning down to kiss him - soft, taunting, pulling away every time he tried to deepen the kiss. Her fingers were already working between them, unfastening his trousers. She was impatient for him now...to feel him inside her, for the hope of a child. Shoving his trousers out of the way, she knelt up long enough to steady his cock, moaning softly as she rubbed herself against him, sinking down eagerly.
“Oh sweet fucking hell….” He groaned and arched up off the rug at the feel of her, “Nar-CISSA…” He brought his hands up and along her thighs, gripping them and looking up at her with dark, stormy eyes, “Lover mine….yes….” He rolled his hips against her and his growl was a low and greedy rumble.
The idea of her heavy with his child again - the birthing and the threats to his life were a downer - but to have another child with this woman? To grow their family? To experience the love he felt with Draco again?
Reaching up he pulled her down into a kiss, moving his hips against hers again, “I love you...so much…”