Post by ``lucius scipus malfoy on Sept 15, 2010 21:30:57 GMT -6
Narcissa's finger tingled on his lips... chest... he gave a noticeable shudder. Suddenly the warm water seemed freezing, and only Narcissa's warmth could placate him. He suddenly, and only briefly, became aware of his irrationality. He was in a bathtub with a witch... without clothes. He was rather sure he could be expelled for this, and he dreaded the conversation that would ensue with his father...
His eyes fluttered open, only to see Narcissa close. Far too close for comfort, but not close enough for pleasure. It was driving him just shy of insanity staring into her eyes without pressing his lips onto her... warm full lips suddenly connected with his.
He recoiled at first, shocked at the alien sensation. Sure, he'd kissed girls before--but never before had he actually enjoyed it. His body exploded almost spasmodically with the pleasure. and he leaned forward to drink more fully of the kiss... but just as soon, she was gone. His eyes opened, severely irritated. Had the frightened little girl run off?
With a splash, he realized she back, and found himself under attack. He was relieved to find that she was, finally, wearing clothes; he needn't any longer be so cautious. Her lips were on his before he could even comprehend what had happened, and he found himself almost blacking out with the sizzling electric pleasure that shot up his spine. A strange animal overtook him, his reptilian brain superseding his consciousness.
His hand laid rest upon her concave waist, and just as quickly began to caress it lovingly. He gasped, then moaned, wrapping his arms around her shoulder blades and pulling her tighter in. How had he survived his life until that moment? How could the frail and lifeless existence he had met with before this intimate embrace be classified as living? Now that he had a taste of Cissa's voluptuous lips, he could never be satisfied without her by his side again. Several things had once mattered in his life: Patriotism, power, the Dark Lord, education, family, wealth... all of that seemed virtually worthless when compared against the feel of Narcissa underwater...
His explosion of emotions cast a bubble head charm around them, filled with intoxicating perfume to mirror his passion for Narcissa. Almost unconsciously, he dragged Cissa beneath the bath's warm surface, allowing the darkness to envelop them.
His hard body was pressed firmly against hers, characteristically feminine and soft. His arms were running in several directions simultaneously, desperate to feel ever square millimeter of her. He wanted to claim every spot for himself, and to hand his very soul over to the girl who had just become a woman in his arms.
At that moment, Narcissa was literally Lucius' entire world.
His eyes fluttered open, only to see Narcissa close. Far too close for comfort, but not close enough for pleasure. It was driving him just shy of insanity staring into her eyes without pressing his lips onto her... warm full lips suddenly connected with his.
He recoiled at first, shocked at the alien sensation. Sure, he'd kissed girls before--but never before had he actually enjoyed it. His body exploded almost spasmodically with the pleasure. and he leaned forward to drink more fully of the kiss... but just as soon, she was gone. His eyes opened, severely irritated. Had the frightened little girl run off?
With a splash, he realized she back, and found himself under attack. He was relieved to find that she was, finally, wearing clothes; he needn't any longer be so cautious. Her lips were on his before he could even comprehend what had happened, and he found himself almost blacking out with the sizzling electric pleasure that shot up his spine. A strange animal overtook him, his reptilian brain superseding his consciousness.
His hand laid rest upon her concave waist, and just as quickly began to caress it lovingly. He gasped, then moaned, wrapping his arms around her shoulder blades and pulling her tighter in. How had he survived his life until that moment? How could the frail and lifeless existence he had met with before this intimate embrace be classified as living? Now that he had a taste of Cissa's voluptuous lips, he could never be satisfied without her by his side again. Several things had once mattered in his life: Patriotism, power, the Dark Lord, education, family, wealth... all of that seemed virtually worthless when compared against the feel of Narcissa underwater...
His explosion of emotions cast a bubble head charm around them, filled with intoxicating perfume to mirror his passion for Narcissa. Almost unconsciously, he dragged Cissa beneath the bath's warm surface, allowing the darkness to envelop them.
His hard body was pressed firmly against hers, characteristically feminine and soft. His arms were running in several directions simultaneously, desperate to feel ever square millimeter of her. He wanted to claim every spot for himself, and to hand his very soul over to the girl who had just become a woman in his arms.
At that moment, Narcissa was literally Lucius' entire world.