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Post by ``lucius scipus malfoy on Jul 14, 2010 21:40:21 GMT -6
Lucius walked into the prefects bathroom. It wasn't at so much that he actually needed to use the bathroom. It wasn't at all that he needed to... just that the prefects bathroom was a convenient, fresh place to catch up and hang around. He brushed off his robes (which were pristine, from the beginning) and sat down on the ledge of the opulent stained glass window with a picture of a mermaid. He studied it for a while before turning on the faucet and plugging the drain. After it had filled sufficiently, he turned off the tap and prodded it with his wand. It instantly turned wine. He touched it again. It's red color deepened and its texture thickened. Blood. He smiled viciously, imagining it to be muggle blood. Worthless. Filthy.
Lucius' father was on a business trip to Northern Africa. Lucius had almost as bad of an opinion about the continent as he did about muggles, for the same reason. He imagined the entire continent to be infested with lions, manticores and all manner of vicious creatures. Along with the magical maladies that had recently leaked into muggles (one of the most popular know as 'ebola') No sane human being would ever set foot on such an arid or tropical death trap. He shook his head as he prodded the water again, transforming it back into water. The tip of his wand still dripped with blood occasionally, diffusing slowly with the large sinkful of water before him.
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Post by ``narcissa elladora black on Jul 14, 2010 22:07:02 GMT -6
Narcissa was exhausted. She had just spent practically a week getting ahead of her other classmates. She wasn't going to go home until she receive a letter from her parents telling her that the house was ready. Of course they were going to have a party and of course she was invited. She only hoped they wouldn't think of inviting Lucius and his father. How despicable that would be. She abhorred the irritatingly attractive blonde, making sure to reveal her annoyance every time she saw him. Even if they had been forced into this arranged marriage, she didn't have to like it. Honestly, she refused to love a man that was obsessed with politics and extremely conceited. She hated men like that. The fact that they just supposed that all women must love them and fall to their knees around them disgusted her. It was illogical and asinine. What girl in her right mind would even consider loving a boy like that? It seemed outrageous. But, he does have beautiful eyes. Hell, everything about Lucius Malfoy was beautiful, but she couldn't will herself to fall for him. She wouldn't. Narcissa refused to feel anything for him until he proved he was actually worth something. As of yet, she had seen nothing to prove that fact. He was simply a silly boy, riddled with ideas of murder towards lesser beings. Narcissa was all for getting rid of them, but she didn't want to have to hear about it constantly.
Sighing, she made her way through the school, icy blues shooting down the corridors as she searched for any student out of bed this late. She knew it was the holidays, but still. She took her responsibilities as a prefect to heart, making sure to get anyone she thought was breaking the rules into trouble. It was their own fault if they did, anyway. Ten minutes turned to thirty and her tired feet found themselves on the fifth floor. Thinking that she would rather like a relaxing bath all of a sudden, Narcissa made her way to the Prefect's Bathroom, eager to soothe her sore and aching muscles. Finally reaching the statue that it hid behind, she whispered the password and watched as the stone creature moved aside to allow her access. She made her way into the bathroom, unaware of someone already inside of it. She began to take her shoes off, then her socks. Her feet were throbbing. Taking her hair down from its tight ponytail, she allowed her blonde waves to cascade down her back with elegance, falling across her shoulders with grace. Then, just as she slid out of her school robe, she began to unbutton her shirt. Before she got too far down, she stopped, having noticed something in the corner of her eye.
Icy blues darted across the room and landed on the solitary and attractive figure of Lucius Malfoy. Clenching her jaw, she hissed, "What are you doing in here? Don't you know that this bathroom is private? It is only for hard-working students." She threw him a glare full of contempt and momentarily forgot that her shirt was a quarter of the way unbuttoned. Her legs were revealed for the most part, their dainty porcelain color rippling in the moonlight from one of the windows beside of the mermaid one. Fluttering her thick black lashes with sudden embarrassment, Narcissa began to play a little tune on the imaginary piano on her side. Aside from that, she looked completely furious. [/size]
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Post by ``lucius scipus malfoy on Jul 14, 2010 22:25:39 GMT -6
Lucius didn't say a word as a student walked in. His first emotion was, of course, irritation. It always was, when anybody dared disturb his solace. He softened immediately, however, when he noted the identity of the girl who came in. Narcissa. He gulped a little, but stayed put where he was.It was common knowledge that she hated him, and he didn't exactly what a full scale duel in the middle of the bathroom. That might raise unwanted questions by the prying teachers. He was about to sneak out when he noticed her taking her shoes off. He couldn't imagine why, as she took her socks off. For some reason, his mind didn't seem to put it together until her robes fell from her gorgeous physique. Every technicality of being a gentleman slid instantly from his consciousness and he just stared, dumbstruck.
His schoolboy crush on Narcissa had never consisted of lust, only the natural attraction one was supposed to feel for they whom they were betrothed. It seemed only fitting. Suddenly, he felt like he definitely drew the long stick in the scrabble for arranged marriages. He almost jumped in surprise as she noticed him, not intending on her to do so... ever. He didn't jump, however, maintaining his cool composure.
"It would seem, then, that since we both have access to this room, we both fall under the same category."[/color] he said through gritted teeth. He tried to maintain an air of hatred to match Narcissa's. It kept things less awkward if you were mortal enemies. His wand was still out, the tip damp with blood. "If you would care to stand aside,[/color] he said cooly, "I was here first, and intend to use the bathroom's luxuries as I see fit."[/color] he couldn't help but being rude... it was in his nature. He would have already cursed anybody else, by this time. He didn't know if he could ever do so to his dear Narcissa though. He took another step toward her. He was close enough to feel her body heat radiate off of her, now. He loved it more than words could describe, but his face remained stony and impassive. Cruel, even. He would have then said get out, but the honest truth was... he didn't want her to.
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Post by ``narcissa elladora black on Jul 14, 2010 23:05:55 GMT -6
Narcissa could feel her anxiety growing as she continued to stare down Lucius. The fact that he had the audacity to move closer to her simply irritated her to the top of her annoyance meter. Her icy blues narrowed viciously, her lips pursing in a manner that seemed natural for her. She had found it easy to learn to be cruel for it kept people away from her. She was left alone to do what she pleased. But now, since she had been betrothed to the wretchedly handsome young man in front of her, she was going to have to learn to put up with him, even if it was to be in the slightest of ways. If it came down to it, she would probably have to put on appearances when they met with people, feigning her affection for him in public while in private she kept to herself. That seemed a good idea to her. As of right now, it seemed a whole hell of a lot better idea than standing in front of him half undressed. But, she could barely think about her scantily-clad self at the moment. Her only focus was the silver gleam in his beautiful eyes. She couldn't will herself to look away.
Her icy blues flashed violently when he spoke to her in such a harsh manner. She knew he was a dedicated student, she just preferred to make him up as the most horrible boy alive in her mind. It made it easier for her to think rationally when he was around him. She couldn't get caught up in the heat of the moment because that was too illogical for her. Her mind was stony and closed to emotional things besides anger and pretty much everything else besides love. She had never understood such a thing. Sure, she had read many books about it, but she knew that Lucius would be the last man she would ever love. Why couldn't she have chosen who she wanted to marry? Why did it have to be him? The looked like brother and sister, for Merlin's sake!
Narcissa's eyes suddenly flickered to his wand. For a moment, she became frightened, as if she were under the belief that he would hurt her. She watched a deep maroon liquid fall from it and her face paled even more so than it already appeared to be. She wished that hers was handy, but it was in the pocket of her robes, which she had thrown at least teen feet away, too far to move without him being able to gain the upper hand. But, he already had, hadn't he? She rolled her eyes as his cool voice reached her ears, soothing them with their musical tone. Sticking her nose in the air, she declared, "I will do no such thing. I daresay that I need a relaxing bath more than you do." She didn't know why she was arguing about this with him, but she was extremely exhausted and obviously grouchy. She wanted that bath and she was going to get it! When he moved closer to her, she didn't dare back away for fear of him seeing that as a fraction of fear. She was not afraid of him as most students were. She simply hated him. The cruelty upon his face was striking and it sent her heart into the bottom of her stomach as she stood her ground, growing increasingly uncomfortable with his proximity. he was quite a bit taller than she, but she didn't let that bother her. She stared up into his face, her icy blues defiant amidst the thick black lashes that surrounded them. A smirk crept onto her lips, as if she were daring him to test her. [/size]
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Post by ``lucius scipus malfoy on Jul 14, 2010 23:20:18 GMT -6
Lucius smiled inwardly at her reply, although his face remained as impassive as ever. Deep in his heart, he knew it was exactly the reply he had hoped for. His face showed disgust, however, as he took a step backwards. He tugged at the drawstring of his cloak which billowed as though in wind as it softly fell to the floor. He was wearing bottle green robes to show patriotism to the Slytherin house. He slipped it off, leaving him dressed with only the trousers and white dress shirt he always wore under his clothes, in case he needed to take on the appearance of a muggle on a moment's notice. Of course he would opt to be an impressive and dashing muggle above a jean-clad wish-washer.
Although it was their relationship, a small part of Lucius' heart sank at her hatred toward him. He did, in reality, want her more than anything to love him truly--but he had evolved into a creature that incapacitated the love around him. No love could be drawn to him, not true love, anyway. He unbuttoned the top two buttons defiantly, making a movement with his eyebrows as though daring her to show more courage than he. Truth be told, there was not a living person on the face of the planet who had seen him completely undressed. His mother had, when he was a baby, but she was now deceased. His father never cared for him enough when he was young to take an interest in things like bathing him, and hadn't been there for his own son's birth. An itch of anxiety over that covered him, but he quickly stifled it. This had absolutely nothing to do with his father. This was between him and the most gorgeous girl he had ever set eyes on.
Involuntarily, his gaze dropped to the ground as he noticed his wand clatter to the floor. It was still oozing blood. That might look bad... he slowly raised his gaze again, taking his time. He was enjoying ogling her legs and thighs on the way up, but only sneered as he did so, as though he was looking at a particularly nasty bit of scum covering his dormitory wall.
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Post by ``narcissa elladora black on Jul 15, 2010 10:37:13 GMT -6
Narcissa found that Lucius was probably the only person alive that could escape her observant icy blues. She was eager to find out what he was thinking, to see behind the impassivity he had incessantly placed on his face. It was extremely irritating that she couldn't read him, couldn't determine his next actions based on his expressions and emotions. When she finally saw disgust on his face, she mirrored it with an expression of revulsion on her own. As he took a step back, she felt like exhaling in relief, but simply stood taller, watching him with her suddenly widened icy blues. Without being able to help herself, a blush crept up the porcelain cheeks upon her pointed visage. What was he doing? Were they both so utterly stubborn? Her cold blues zipped across him before they flew up to meet his eyes once more. He was too attractive for her liking, as if he wanted to make this as difficult as possible for her. Typical Lucius. He was trying to gain her affection in some way, but she would not give him the pleasure. She narrowed her eyes once more, glaring at him.
Sadly, she was not able to stifle the twinkle of desire that flashed through her eyes before it faded into the depths of the cruel blues. Her eyes widened considerably as he dared her with those devilish eyebrows of his. Crossing her arms along her chest, she hissed, "You do realize that I am not one of those sluts you usually make it a habit of being around, correct? I am a lady of the noblest birth, Lucius." She clenched her jaw, fighting the urge to mirror his actions with her own. She wanted to rip her shirt off and tackle him right there, but she decided against it. Many years of controlling such childish emotions had proven useful for this particular moment. She never knew if he actually went all the way with the girls that practically threw themselves at him, but she had always met his eyes in the common room during those days before huffing out to find solace in the library. It was irritating to see females throw themselves at males, desperate for their attention when it should be the other way around. The man was supposed to make the first move anyway. It was only proper.
Her own cold eyes followed his gaze to the ground and fear traipsed across her face once more. Was he completely demented? She shivered involuntarily as she realized that the deep maroon liquid flowing from the tip of his wand was blood. The only good thing about that was the fact that his wand was no longer in his hand. They were both powerless if it came down to magic. Smiling cruelly, she stepped forward and kicked it away from him and near her discarded clothing. During this movement, she had been unaware of his eyes along her legs. All she could think about was the sweet smell wafting through her nostrils. A mixture of cinnamon and an unfamiliar cologne. Swallowing just slightly, she looked up at him, a millimeter away from touching him, and simply smirked in defiance of it all. Would he dare continue with the shedding of his clothes? Would she stay if he did? She liked to think in the negative of both of them, but her mind was beginning to cloud over with an emotion she had hoped to stifle.
Desire. [/size]
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Post by ``lucius scipus malfoy on Jul 15, 2010 17:18:28 GMT -6
Lucius' heart began to throb. He hated that her glare remained as impassive as--aha! He had seen it. Her face had softened.... softened for just less than a moment. An unmistakable look has spread across her face... a look he would be sure to exploit...
Lucius was offended, deeply at her remark. Sluts? Who in the school was? He couldn't think of one off the top of his head, and though he had never had any troubles with women, he had neither had any desire for them. Occasionally one would throw themselves at him, and he made no resistance. Maybe a kiss or two for the sake of the girl, (provided, of course, she was pureblood) with little to no emotion from his end. He had never done anything with other girls before, why should she assume such? It gave Lucius a sense of foreboding and, as ever, irritation. Why must this girl insist on upon hating him? He had never done anything to her... only spoken to her politely on rare occasions, and backed off immediately, sensing her discomfort.
He contemplated briefly on the reasons he had never done anything in particular with any of the girls in the school. The reason was, he felt no emotion toward them. Why? He normally told himself that he was betrothed, and wasting himself on others would serve no purpose whatsoever. But then again, no human being could deliver a look of coldness as effectively as she, no other had eyes glistening as brightly as hers when excitement beset her... of course, there were no other options. Narcissa was the only one for him.
Lucius stepped toward her and, holding his breath, placed a hand on the side of her waist, slowly moving it toward a button in the middle of her shirt. It wasn't an invasive button, as it was neither on top nor bottom, but the message was the same. He stepped away from her, and turned on the tap.. Warm, steamy air encircled both of them as he said, "Well, decide now. I'm not going anywhere,"[/color] he said adamantly.
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Post by ``narcissa elladora black on Jul 15, 2010 17:59:51 GMT -6
Narcissa hated herself for revealing her emotions to him. She saw an expression of triumph flicker across his face and simply huffed, narrowing her eyes once more as if to say she had simply gotten something in her eye. Noticing a different kind of emotion wash over his face, Narcissa felt a mixture of power and regret run through her body. Biting her lip somewhat angrily, she let her eyes drift away from his, annoyed at what she saw. Hurt. She had upset him by insisting that he hung around with trash. It was untrue, but it wasn't as if he ever pushed them away when she was nearby. He must realize how insulting that was! Wrinkling her nose slightly and beginning to play another tune upon the imaginary piano at her side, she looked up to meet his eyes and whispered, "I---I apologize, Lucius. I did not mean to disgrace you with such language." She bit her lip and then sighed loudly, running a shaky head through her blonde locks. Being around him, breathing in his scent . . . it was all simply maddening. She could barely stand it. He obviously didn't understand why she hated him so. She was being forced into this relationship! Did he not see the horrid qualities of such a thing? It was terrible. Why wasn't he as vicious as she?
As she stood there nervously, her right hand's fingers running along thin air as she played a piece of music of whose tune rang throughout her mind and soothed her anxious nerves, she noticed him move closer. Her eyes widened as his hand fell upon her waist, the warmth from his palm emanating upon the shirt and sinking to her skin. Oh,Merlin! What was he doing to her? As his fingertips graced a button in the middle of her shirt, she blushed violently, her lids rapidly opening and closing over her starstruck eyes. Her entire body rose at least a hundred degrees at his suggestion and she couldn't stand it when he turned away. She bit her lip again, debating on what she should do. She wanted to be around him at the moment, for some unknown reason, but she didn't know if this was the smartest thing to do.
Finally, with a smile, she murmured, "As long as you keep your eyes closed." [/size]
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Post by ``lucius scipus malfoy on Jul 15, 2010 18:12:25 GMT -6
Lucius felt bad that he was forced to apologize. For what must have been one of the handfuls of time in his life, his face softened, his permanent glare disappearing, only momentarily. With a hint of sincerity he was unaccustomed to, he said; "That's alright. I should have been more respectful to my future wife..."[/color] His face hardened immediately after, disgusted at what he had just said. He shouldn't show so much mercy... to anybody.
He smiled as she trembled beneath his hand. It felt wonderful, the knowledge that she felt wonderful. He already felt somewhat connected to her.
Suddenly, he was shocked to discover that she had agreed.He smirked, covering his eyes with his hands. "I won't peek, I promise."[/color] he said, crossing his fingers behind his back.
[[Sorry for the lame post, I'm rushed out]]
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Post by ``narcissa elladora black on Jul 15, 2010 21:17:57 GMT -6
Narcissa caught his softened expression and was immediately astonished at how much more attractive it made him. He looked actually . . . human. When he spoke, however, it caused another fresh wave of fury to crash through Narcissa. She sighed, looking away from him. Obviously, he couldn't understand her difficulties in having to marry him. Maybe he didn't know about her obsession with logic or her refusal of all things having to do with emotions similar to love, but she was only beginning to realize that he was changing her. Into what, she didn't know, but she could feel an alteration in her very soul, even as he said those words. She knew that she would have to come to terms with such a thing, but she was only fifteen, for Merlin's Sake! She was a child, not ready to have to deal with marriage. Softly, her eyes flew back up to meet his and she whispered, in a quite defeated manner, "It is only natural to say horrid words when one is upset. I could not dare to blame you for such a thing when I have been guilty of it ever since we became betrothed." She flashed him a weak smile before placing one foot too near the other so that the toes could fidget and prod each other in her anxiety.
When his face hardened, she looked away from him, keeping the expression of his softness in her mind. He looked so beautiful when he wasn't so cruel. But, she doubted she could change him. He hated this as much as she, most likely. She hated that she had given into him so easily. But, she had never been touched by a boy in such a way before, much less at all. Boys had known to stay away from her. Technically speaking, she was already taken. Most of them were probably too afraid of Lucius to even come near her. But, she wondered if he would even care. She wished beyond everything that he hadn't pulled his hand away. She wanted him to hold her and tell her that their inevitable future together would not be as horrid as she thought. She wanted him to tell her that they could learn to love one another. But, she knew it would not be so easy. Not with her as the opposing force.
The shock that appeared on his face made a smirk flit across the full lips of Narcissa Black. She had indeed claimed to be a lady, but they were practically engaged, were they not? Narrowing her eyes as he covered his eyes, she suddenly grinned. Smirking, she slipped off her skirt and then jumped into the bathtub, the water simply perfect. As the bubbles swarmed around her, she unbuttoned her shirt, throwing it over at him, hoping for a hit. Then, slowly, she took off her expensive lingerie, placing each item just on the side of the bath tub before floating back to the opposite side of the tub, relaxing her head against the wall behind her. Giggling, she opened her eyes and stared at him before saying, "Your turn." [/size]
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Post by ``lucius scipus malfoy on Jul 15, 2010 23:38:48 GMT -6
Lucius looked in darkness until he heard a splash. Instinctively, as he wanted to avoid being hit by water, he leaped in mild surprise, fingers over his eyes opening just a crack as a result. He happened to be oriented in the direction of Narcissa. What he saw almost made him faint. She was unbuttoning her shirt, revealing that which he had never even gotten around to imagining. He closed his fingers again, somehow in respect for her. It was odd that he would, seeing as he never showed respect for anybody. Ever.
He took a few moments of darkness to consider the situation. Narcissa would probably soon be undressed... that put pressure on him to do the same. Quite honestly, he hadn't expected her to go that far. He had thought that she would shriek in disgust and flee the moment he had even hinted at it. He was beginning like her more and more... although he wasn't mentally prepared for the situation. It would be a complete and utter insult to her to leave her where she was now, so he had no choice. Although of course he wanted to get in the tub... maybe he could soften things up a little... slightly. Maybe she had left her undergarments on---SLOP. Just at that moment, a wet blouse collided with his shoulder and wrapped itself around his neck. It smelled irresistibly of vanilla, and he almost tripped over himself in desire. The fragrance wafted away all other thoughts. The only thing that mattered at that point was to get as close to her as possible. He shivered in excitement and righted his face before making another move. He slowly removed his hands from his eyes, but kept them shut tight.
He pulled off his shirt first, revealing his upper torso. His chest extended outward in muscle gained without any effort whatsoever on his part. He knew he had six-pack abs but--then again--who didn't? Most people he interacted with did, and he therefore didn't think of it as anything special. He threw his shirt to the side and reluctantly, finding himself flexing without really meaning to. He couldn't deny it, he would go to any lengths to impress the girl in the room with him.
His fingers moved down to the button on his pants. Long, black, and pin-striped. He stopped there for a moment, slightly reluctant--before a fresh wave a vanilla scent filled his nostrils. He didn't hesitate another moment. He unbuttoned and unzipped, and hopped right out of them, still outside the pool. He still had a pair of relatively loose fitting boxers on, although he knew he was "showing" through it. In a slightly pleading voice, he asked: "Are you wearing... undergarments, at the very least?"[/color] he felt extremely childish for asking, but he didn't want to look, in case he blacked out.
This was the only person on Earth who could snatch away his wits, tie them in a knot before burning them, dancing on the ashes before burning them again and handing back the ashen ashes--the smoldering remain having yielded nothing more, nor less, than heat and flame.
Lucius looked forward to a lifetime with such a witch.
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Post by ``narcissa elladora black on Jul 16, 2010 11:05:19 GMT -6
Narcissa was completely shocked that he had covered his eyes when she had undressed. She thought he had been simply joking when he told her he wasn't going to peek. That was why she hadn't undressed completely until she had been in the water. An odd amount of a certain emotion of which she couldn't place filtered through her bones. But, she simply stared at him, waiting. She giggled brightly when he jumped at her splash. Peeking over the top of the water, she stared at him with her icy blues, the thick black lashes appearing even darker as they were dappled with water. She wanted him more than anyone in this moment. But, she didn't want him as well. The logical part of her brain was screaming at her to get out and stomp out with what pride she had left, but her body stayed. Her feet didn't want to move in the direction of the exit. She didn't want to leave. Hell, she barely knew anything about him. Maybe this could bring them closer? It was a very bizarre way to do so, however. After all, they hadn't even really become friends and she was sitting in a bathtub in the same room as he, completely naked.
Her cold blues watched him just over the top of the water, waiting to see what he would do next. She giggled cutely when her blouse made contact with his neck. Her tension grew when his hands were removed from covering his eyes, but the lids remained closed. She stifled a growl of irritation. Was he planning on keeping them closed the entire time she was in here? What fun would that be? When he finally took off his shirt, Narcissa's eyes widened and a blush crept up her neck. Wow . . . she thought, her heart beating furiously in its cage. For some reason, she wanted to run her fingers across those muscles, but she controlled herself. She was already in the tub, though, so she could handle her desire for a moment. When his muscles flexed, she nearly fainted. Once again, he was making this quite difficult for her. She had a feeling he'd done it on purpose, but she couldn't really tell. Merlin, was he this attractive all the time? It was simply annoying.
She looked away when he began to unzip his pants. When she heard him take them off, another blush flew across her face, tinging the porcelain with a rosy pink. When she opened them, she saw that he was only wearing boxers and felt heat crash down upon her at the sight. His legs were even muscular! She couldn't help but smile a slightly embarrassed grin at his question, but she was growing annoyed that his eyes were still closed. Softly, she murmured, "Now, Lucius, you know that it would not be much of a bath if I still had my lingerie on." She grinned again, turning around so that he would feel comfortable enough to get in if he felt like taking his boxers off. She wasn't going to mind if he thought against it, but her undergarments were on the side of the tub. He was liable to see them soon. With another velvety whisper, she muttered, "I promise I will not peek." As she remained facing a different direction from him, most of her porcelain back was revealed. She moved her long blonde hair, damp with bath water, to her right shoulder, cascading it over her front. She began to play with the bubbles around her as she waited, her heart's pounding making her chest ache with anticipation. [/size]
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Post by ``lucius scipus malfoy on Jul 16, 2010 11:17:32 GMT -6
Lucius almost fell over in the mental image, and at the word lingerie. It was little more than he could bear. He slipped gracefully into the water and finally opened his eyes, sensing the bubbles. All he saw when he opened the was Narcissa's, peering back at him in a sort of mix of hatred and excitement. He was also surprised at their proximity... he had imagined her on the far side of the 'pool', as far away from him as possible. That was not the case at all, however. They sat side by side, lower bodies completely hidden in the dense foam of the bath. He would have loved to have said something witty, just then, but with a complete absence of wits, he instead moved his hand slightly to his left. He almost blushed when he felt his pinky touch hers, gently. He should have, of course, retracted it just then, but.... he didn't want to.
Her submerged fingers, when combined with the warmth of the water, felt like the best thing he had ever laid his hands upon. He could feel it throbbing rhythmically with what was no doubt her heartbeat, and could sense the instant tension. Thoughts flooded into his mind quickly at that point. His eyes were still locked on Narcissa's wordlessly. He stared with an intensity that wasn't anger, but neither gentleness. He had never looked at anybody in quite that way before, and he couldn't bear to take his eyes off. He needed her icy gaze to cool himself off, as his body temperature was rising rapidly in accordance to their situation but, they only made him heat up further. He couldn't bear to look away. He would willingly give all of his gold in Gringott's for the continuation of that moment...
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Post by ``narcissa elladora black on Jul 16, 2010 11:39:56 GMT -6
Narcissa's ears perked when she heard him slide into the water. He hadn't made such a scene upon his entrance to the tub as she had, but she supposed that was alright. Maybe he was more uptight than she, if they really thought about it. She was beginning to find herself loving to be around him, yet she still feared what would happen to them. She was frightened that she would not be able to stand him once he began his work as a Death Eater, for if she truly did learn to love him, she would be worried for his safety quite constantly. How could she live like that? Focusing back on his astonishing grey eyes, she stared at him, confusion riddling her veins as she became unsure of what to do with herself.
She eyed him carefully as he moved in a sitting position next to her, the tension inside her body nearly overwhelming. Then, the sensation of his skin against hers made her heart suddenly threaten to explode inside of her chest. Frantically, she looked at him, her icy blues wide with terror and confusion. Realizing that it was simply his pinkie against her own, she willed herself to relax, eager for relief. Suddenly, her fingers began to twitch as her quirk of playing a tune on her imaginary piano jolted her with anxiety. Her hand was a millimeter away from his, her entire hand moving as she played part of Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata. Merlin, she was such a dork. Why did she have to look so foolish in front of the most attractive man she had ever laid eyes on?
She could barely breathe as her eyes stared into his glittering silver, her own icy blues filling with terror and ambiguity. What was he doing with that simple gaze, making her feel as if she were his entire world without even a word to reassure her that she was still alive. She couldn't look away for a long time, but she felt a blush creep up her neck and could stand it no longer. Her gaze drifted away from his and she finally took a deep gulp of air, giggling nervously. Blinking rapidly, her thick black lashes fluttering over her icy pools, she murmured, "Are you not at all bothered by the fact that we are to be wed without a say in the matter?" She knew that it was a rather out of the blue question, but she wanted to know what he would say. Her face turned towards his once more, her icy blues flickering to his glittering grey. [/size]
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Post by ``lucius scipus malfoy on Jul 16, 2010 12:03:37 GMT -6
Lucius felt her hand move beside his. The buffets of water resounding against his skin seemed to form a tangible tune that she was undoubtedly playing. He knew she did this habitually, and closed his eyes in pleasure for a moment, before raising his hand through the water and placing it gently on top of hers as to feel the keystrokes in his own flesh. An explosion of pleasure coursed through his body at this. He was unaware of whether or not she would allow his hand to rest there, especially after it sank down onto her bare leg.
His heart almost thumped out of his chest, at that moment. Freshly shaven and impossibly smooth (especially when submerged completely in water). It was a surprise to him they even existed at all, after residing so surreptitiously beneath her various far-less-than-flattering snobbish robes. But, alas, it did... and he was perhaps one of the first at Hogwarts to have concrete knowledge that it was there. A burst of pride swelled through him at the thought.
He blinked several times at her question. The truth was that he probably would resent it, were the marriage arranged between him and anybody else. It allowed for less love than there might be, because of the rigid forced nature of it, between he and Narcissa; but he had always been thankful for it amidst the resentment enough for him not to question it. For ever since he was thirteen years old, he found solace and warmth in the knowledge that there was no question that he would end up married to the prettiest girl in the school. He had thought it rather unromantic and despicable beforehand, but once he saw the girl he was betrothed to in the light of marriage, he had never questioned it.
"Not anymore."[/color] he replied softly, kissing her lightly on the shoulder.
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