Dolasitas

A/N Many, many sincere thanks to the four of you who reviewed! As promised, one lemon, lime to follow. I didn't envisage finishing this chapter for another couple of days yet, but Lucius was rather insistent in moving this story along....;p


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Lucius lit a cigar as he walked through the grounds of the manor and inhaled deeply. It was not a habit he often indulged in, but it had been a stressful day. Try as he had, he had been unable to decide on a course of action. Everything he had ever learnt or experienced was telling him that it was foolish to allow himself to fall in love with Lexy; the problem was, the more he tried to convince her that he had to induce similar feelings from her, the closer to the truth it became.

He simply did not know how to deal with the feelings inside him. Lucius could honestly say that he had never felt true love for anybody before, not even his son. He did not know what it was about Lexy that was so effectively tearing through his carefully constructed barriers, particularly when she made it so apparent that she did not have any love for him; he was struggling to win even her respect as it stood. If only he had someone to help him see which path to take, it would be easier, but he had no friends other than the Death Eaters. He could not risk talking to them; they would either take Lexy and brutalise her just to spite him – he shuddered and choked on his cigar at that thought – or tell the Dark Lord that Lucius was loyal to another. The Dark Lord detested love; he knew that love was the one thing that could cause his Death Eaters to place another before him.

Lucius grimaced and leaned against a tree, staring up at the sky. The summer sun was setting, casting a red glow across the sky. He extinguished his cigar and slowly sank down to the ground, his eyes closing as his heart clenched painfully. Suddenly, he heard a slight rustle to his left and sprang up, drawing his wand.

Lexy stepped back, startled. “I’m sorry, Lucius, I did not mean to wake you.”

Lucius relaxed and sat back down. “I was not asleep, princess,” he said heavily. “I just have rather a lot on my mind, so I came out here to think it through.” His eyes narrowed. “How did you know where to find me?”

She smiled slightly. “When I woke and you weren’t there, I came down into the gardens to clear my head. I smelt the cigar smoke, and followed it to you.” Lexy looked into his eyes for a few moments, biting her lip. “I did not like waking without you there,” she said, almost inaudibly, before sitting down next to him and moving in close to his chest.

Lucius started. “The ice princess confesses to some modicum of feeling?” he said, almost mockingly, but with a slight chuckle accompanying his words.

Lexy blushed. “I am not an ice princess,” she replied affrontedly. “I feel as much, if not more, than you.”

“Doubtless,” Lucius replied wickedly, “you certainly seemed to feel something when we were kissing earlier. Not to mention the fact that you definitely felt my cock when we were in bed.”

She frowned. “Do not make me regret coming to find you, Lucius.”

His heart lifted. “You came to find me specifically? I was under the impression that you merely stumbled across me whilst walking in the garden.”

“I told you, I disliked you not being there when I awoke. I was a little disorientated, and the events of earlier were still playing on my mind a little.”

Lucius regarded her soberly. He had forgotten in the midst of his own turmoil that Lexy had had a lot to adjust to herself, and was likely to need reassurance. “In that case, I apologise for not being there, Lexy. Allow me to make it up to you by taking you out to dinner tonight.”

Lexy, to his surprise, smiled. “I would like that, Lucius, if you are sure that Will will be safe whilst we are out.”

“I assure you he will be. Not only do I have an incredibly complex network of charms that activate whenever I leave the manor, but at least one of the house elves will be staying with him at all times. Should there be even any suspicion of trouble, I will know.”

“Thank you, Lucius. I do appreciate the trouble you have gone to, and I apologise if it doesn’t seem that way sometimes,” Lexy replied sadly.

“I understand, Lexy, truly I do. It is only natural that you will find it difficult to adjust at first,” Lucius said, holding her hand gently. “But my most sincere hope is that one day you will come to regard Malfoy Manor as a happy home.” He did not press her further, allowing his words to dwell in her mind. “Come then, princess, freshen yourself up before we Apparate to the restaurant.” He rose to his feet and offered his hand to Lexy, which she took with a small smile and rose too.

It was not long before they were outside the gates of the manor and ready to Apparate. “We are going to Victus Exquisitus, if you have no objection,” Lucius said.

“None at all, it was my mother’s favourite restaurant. We had a lot of happy times there,” Lexy replied, her eyes misting over.

“If it will bring back too many memories, we can go somewhere else, princess,” Lucius said concernedly.

“The only memories it will bring back will be good ones, Lucius; you could not have chosen better,” she stated earnestly.

“Then I hope that tonight will be the first of many more such memories,” was his suave reply. Lexy giggled and Lucius smiled broadly before taking her arm and Apparating them to the restaurant.

When they arrived, they were escorted to a private table, and it was clear to Lexy from her previous visits to the restaurant that Lucius was, yet again, a prized customer. The staff were nearly falling over each other to be the one to serve him. Lexy shook her head with bemusement, and Lucius smiled. “You will get used to the preferential treatment, Lexy, I assure you. Mostly it is pleasurable, but it can sometimes be an inconvenience.”

Finally, what looked to be the manager burst through and hurried over to their table. A red-faced, corpulent man, he rather reminded Lexy of their old Potions teacher, Professor Slughorn. “Lord Malfoy, we are honoured to have your custom tonight. Will you have your usual?” he asked breathlessly.

Lucius leaned across the table. “Do you have any objection to my ordering for you? It will be nothing ridiculously fancy; my preference is for good, hearty food,” he whispered into her ear.

Lexy shivered as she felt his hot breath tickling her neck. “No… no objection, Lucius. It sounds like we are in accord on that note.”

“My usual it is then, Smythe, and the same for the lady, please. Two bottles of your finest elf-made red as well, if you will.”

Smythe raced off, returning only a minute later with the wine and two glasses. “Enjoy, my Lord and Lady,” he said with a deep bow. Lucius waved him away and uncorked the wine.

“Have you tasted many wines before, Lexy?” he asked, languidly decanting the wine into the two glasses.

“No, my father didn’t like me drinking other than on special occasions – I was only sixteen when they passed away, after all. I haven’t left Hogwarts since the Final Battle, so I have had little opportunity to experience life as I perhaps should have,” Lexy explained.

“Good,” Lucius replied, “that merely increases the number of firsts you can experience with me.” Lexy did not miss the suggestive twinkle in his eye, and seized her glass and took a large sip to cover her discomfort.

Smythe returned to the table, two dishes in his hand. “To start, two Greek feta cheese and cucumber salads dressed with the finest red wine vinegar.” He placed the dishes in front of them. “I hope they are satisfactory.”

Lexy smiled appreciatively. “This looks delicious, Lucius.”

He nodded and smiled. “Tuck in, princess, you must be famished after the day you’ve had. We don’t want the wine going to your head too soon, after all.”

“True,” Lexy replied, but she relaxed in her chair and smiled coquettishly at her fiancé, the wine already doing its work, and in doing so missed Lucius’ small smirk.

They made short work of the starter, and by the time Smythe brought to the table two plates of roast lamb in a rosemary and red wine sauce, Lucius and Lexy were laughing loudly as he finished an anecdote about his school days. “Honestly,” he said persuasively, wiping a tear of laughter from his eye, “it really did happen. Ask Severus when we see him at the rehearsal if you disbelieve me.”

“Oh, I doubt I will be so bold as to remind Professor Snape how dashing he looked in pink,” Lexy replied with a last giggle.

The remainder of the meal passed in a similar fashion. Lexy was surprised to find herself relaxed and enjoying Lucius’ company. The wine certainly had lowered her inhibitions, and she was feeling bold. When the dessert plates had been taken away, she touched Lucius’ arm gently. “Lucius?” she asked, looking up at him through her eyelashes.

Lucius’ eyes fell to her cleavage, and he groaned as he felt the stirrings of an erection. “Yes, princess?”

“Are we to return to the manor soon? I have had a wonderful time tonight, and I would love to show you just how appreciative I am,” she said huskily.

He noticeably swallowed hard and motioned Smythe across. “Charge the meal to my account,” Lucius said gruffly. “We will be back again soon, I am sure.” With difficulty, he rose out of the chair and seized Lexy’s arm, hastening to the Apparition point outside of the restaurant, neither of them hearing Smythe calling after them.

Lexy’s cheeks were flushed from the wine, and she giggled again as Lucius pulled her after him. He stared at her when they stopped at the Apparition point. “How do you do it?” he demanded.

“What?” she replied, bewildered, her chest heaving slightly.

“You make me feel like an infatuated, lustful schoolboy all over again, princess,” he murmured, bending down and nibbling her ear. “You wanton little witch,” Lucius muttered with another deep groan as she moaned and wriggled into his arms. With a great effort, he composed himself enough to Apparate them to the boundaries of the manor, where he scooped her into his arms and raced up to their bedroom.

Pausing only to pull her robes off her shoulders, Lucius threw her onto the bed and straddled her hips, his erection begging to be freed from its constraints. Lexy stared up at him, licking her lips unconsciously in a way that was making Lucius’ mind dream up all sorts of scenarios. “Make love to me now, Lucius,” she said suddenly.

Lucius was more than ready to fulfil her request, his lust clouding his reasoning. His hands reached down to unleash his cock, but suddenly a voice spoke up in the back of his mind. “If she was sober, she wouldn’t want you to fuck her now,” it said cruelly. Lucius paused. Merlin’s beard, this was most definitely not the time for his conscience to make its debut. Furiously, he lowered himself and began suckling on one of Lexy’s exposed nipples, and she writhed underneath him. “If you carry on with this, you will lose all the ground you have gained,” the voice said insistently. “She will realise the instant that she sobers up that you plied her with wine to drop her inhibitions to satisfy your own selfish needs. Do. Not. Fuck. Her.” Angrily, Lucius rolled off her. He would not gain any satisfaction with that damned nagging in the back of his mind the entire time, and he refused to waste their first time together this way.

Lexy sat up quickly, her eyes wide. “What’s wrong, Lucius? Don’t you want to make love to me? Am I not desirable?” she demanded, a solitary tear falling down her face.

“You are the most desirable vision I have ever seen,” he replied abruptly. “But you do not truly want me to do this, Lexy.”

“I do!” she said insistently.

“Do not make this harder for me than it already is!” he roared, and she sank back, frightened. The voice spoke up again. “I never said that you couldn’t have any fun…” it trailed off suggestively. Lucius smirked, thanking Merlin that the more wicked side of his personality had risen to the surface again. “Lexy,” he said, his voice calm again, “let me take off your robe for you. It is a warm night, and I would hate for you to fall asleep with it on.” She nodded, and lifted her arms for him to remove it. Lucius’ cock twitched impatiently as her breasts bounced.

“Lie down,” he said commandingly, and Lexy did as he said. He sighed softly. “You are so beautiful, Lexy. I never want to give you any cause to doubt how attractive you are to me again,” he whispered into her ear before straddling her hips again, only the thin material of her briefs left now to cover her. Lucius lowered his head and began to trail kisses down her body, one hand slipping under her and holding her hips firm, the other tenderly caressing her breasts. She shuddered deeply and he slid further down the bed, hooking a finger underneath her briefs and pulling them down her legs.

She tensed up, and he lifted his head. “Trust me,” he said soberly, and he felt her begin to relax underneath him. “Good girl. Perhaps this will help you relax further…” slowly, he lowered his head again and flicked his tongue almost imperceptibly over her clitoris. Lexy whimpered and arched her back off the bed. Lucius arched his eyebrows. If she was this responsive in the state she was in to the barest of touches, then what would she be like sober with him fucking her in the way he was accustomed to? It was a delightful thought, and he began to manipulate her clitoris with the deepest enthusiasm.

Her moans became louder, and Lucius lifted his head briefly before darting his tongue in between her folds, closing his eyes with pleasure at the musky taste of her on his tongue. He felt the resistance of her hymen, and wanting to save that for the wedding night, withdrew and resumed his attention to her clitoris. He became aware of Lexy saying something and he raised his head again. “Yes, princess?”

“Please,” she begged brokenly. “I need…”

“You don’t know yet what it is that you need, Lexy. But I will show you.” This time when he positioned his mouth over her, he gently pulled at her clitoris with his teeth, causing Lexy to shriek delightedly. When he sucked at it instead, the shriek turned into a throaty scream, and he increased the speed of his ministrations. With a final small bite, Lexy orgasmed, thrusting her hips towards his face as she screamed before finally sinking back into the pillows, exhausted. Lucius tenderly lapped up the milky wetness of her release with his eyes closed blissfully before he sat up again. Lexy was already deep in sleep, and he kissed her lips softly, not wanting to wake her, before covering her with a blanket and hurrying to the bathroom to run a shower.

Once out of her intoxicating presence, his mind cleared and he furiously punched the wall. Why had he been unable to take advantage of her when he had deliberately given her the most potent wine in the restaurant for precisely that purpose? He sank down onto the floor, his head in his hands, as that taunting voice in the back of his mind spoke up again… “You love her…” it whispered. “How much longer can you continue denying it to yourself, Lucius? How long?...”


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