wl_mods (wl_mods) wrote in wizard_love, @ 2009-03-02 21:48:00 |
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Entry tags: | *art, *fic, lucius, narcissa |
Special Delivery For: malefics
Title: In Which Narcissa is Thoroughly Indulged
Author/Artist: summerborn
Recipient's IJ/LJ name: malefics
Rating: R
Pairing: Lucius/Narcissa Malfoy
Word Count: 480
Summary: See title.
"Oh, there you are, darling. I've looked everywhere."
Narcissa did not respond, except to stretch her toes a little farther into the depths of the tub. The water was just losing its edge of heat. She would have to do something about that.
"You'll never guess what that fool at the Ministry did," Lucius continued after a moment. She kept her eyes closed, but smiled a bit, imagining his eyes roving over her body. Still, if he insisted on trying to converse at a time like this...
"Hand me that bottle from the table, would you, Lucius?" She sat up straighter and stretched out one arm, letting her breasts surface just above the water level.
Without a word, he handed it to her, and she added another dose of the magical oil to the water. The potion went sliding through the water, wrapping around her body like the finest silk, and a fresh aroma of chamomile and sweet orange drifting up from the water. She sighed happily and drifted back down into the tub, letting the water cover her to the neck.
From behind her came the rustling sounds of clothing being removed, robes dropping to the floor. His voice, murmuring much closer than it had been a moment ago: "Shall I do your hair?"
She nodded, made sure her hair fell behind the porcelain where he could reach it, gave one last flick of her wand to heat the water, and then he was running his hands through her hair, hands and brush tugging at her scalp, just so, as if she could feel the gentle, insistent tug throughout her entire body. It felt marvelous.
After a few moments, she heard the snick of the brush against the floor, and he moved around to the side of the tub. She opened her eyes then, to take in the sight of his naked body, hard-edged and lean and so very, very capable. Her eyes gleamed in the anticipation of what he could do, and without thinking consciously about it, she sat up again against the wall of the tub, took his hand, and brought it to her lips.
His breath caught as she took his thumb into her mouth, but she only let her tongue swirl across it once before releasing it with a nip of teeth. Then she guided his hand down, onto her breast, moved the same thumb across her hardening nipple, enjoying his reaction. Soon, though, her own reaction was all she could think about, and she draped her arms over the edge of the tub while he moved his hand, now to cup her breast, now to stroke softly downward, slipping into the water, and lower...
She shifted, tilting her hips in invitation, in eagerness, and he answered her unspoken request immediately. As he should. And for the next passage of time, Narcissa was thoroughly indulged.