Lucius Malfoy's Second Wife - COMPLETE

The character of Lucius Malfoy belongs to J.K.Rowling. I am only borrowing him for a while. No copyright transgressions are intended and no profit is made.

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Chapter Thirteen – Recovery

Olivia was told to stay in bed for a few days while she recovered. She wanted to be in their bedroom, but Lucius wouldn’t stay with her, opting to sleep elsewhere. He said she needed her sleep, but she could feel he was emotionally pulling away, protecting himself from more pain.


Lucius was solicitous of her in the ensuing weeks after they had returned to their normal routines, but he wouldn’t share their bed. Finally Olivia, who was fully recovered, took matters into her own hands. Lucius was spending the early evening in his study, shut away from her as he had been doing so often lately. Olivia stepped into the study and briskly walked over to her husband, sitting directly on his lap. She was wearing a turquoise tank top with a front zipper and a tiny denim skirt.


“I’m tired, Olivia, please leave me.” Lucius attempted to gently remove her from his lap.


Olivia wrapped one arm around Lucius’ neck and started pulling her tank zipper down with her hand. Lucius froze as her breasts started popping out right in his face. She could feel he was trying desperately not to react to her physically. She kissed around his ear and nipped his neck. Lucius’ breathing escalated and he tried again to push her off his lap, but halfheartedly. Olivia kissed his lips, nibbling on the lower one, then sending her tongue in search of his. Lucius began kissing her back, and she delivered her coup de grace. “Lucius, I’m naked under my skirt.” She wiggled on his burgeoning erection and Lucius caved.


He grabbed her, lifted her to straddle his lap, lowered his zipper and impaled her roughly. She didn’t care because she had her husband back, finally. Lucius had spent too long without his wife and now he was making up for lost weeks all in one go. Olivia held onto her husband while he thrust all his pent up sadness and anger and grief into her. His orgasm was overwhelming and he crushed her against him, holding her convulsively against his chest. Gradually he relaxed and settled her comfortably into his lap again, tucking her head under his chin. Lucius waited until his heartbeat returned to something approximating normal, then he whisked them up into their bedroom, stripped her, stripped himself, and fell into bed with her. Instantly, he was sound asleep.


Their marriage returned to a more normal arrangement, but Olivia wished that Lucius wasn’t called away at night so much. Her empathic ability had no sense of direction or distance even though she often wished it did, so she often read his chaotic emotions but had no idea where or how far away he was. All she could do was worry. He very rarely allowed her outside the estate, only doing so if he accompanied her. She wanted to be with him, so that wasn’t a hardship, but for someone used to a large magic community and forays into the Muggle world in California, it was sometimes boring for her.


She had noticed in her lonely perambulations that the entire estate ran purely on magic. There were no Muggle inventions, no electricity, no telephone, no dishwashers. The elves took care of most of the basic work of the manor, which still bothered her. She had decided at the beginning not to tell Lucius about her Muggle-adapted magicell phone, which she used to call her parents periodically. She knew he despised the Muggle world, and she knew she was defying him with her omission.


Three weeks after Lucius resumed their intimate relations, he told Olivia, “We will be attending a social event at the Ministry of Magic tomorrow night. I’ll tell the couturier to bring more dresses for you to look through today for an appropriate evening gown”.


Olivia was excited to go somewhere with Lucius. She really didn’t care where, if they were together. She was slowly starting to go stir crazy – the beautiful estate was starting to feel like a cage even if she was living in it with a man she adored. She eagerly looked over the dresses that were brought for her and found three she liked; then she asked Lucius’ opinion. One of the dresses was a beige chiffon with a tight, wrapped bodice held up by spaghetti straps, and a long, narrow skirt flaring at the hem. He instantly chose that one.


“But Lucius, don’t you think the color is a little quiet?” Olivia was a little disappointed because she was thinking of a different, more vivid color. It was only the superb fit and sophisticated look of the beige dress that had made it a choice for his inspection.


“The color makes you look taller,” Lucius said craftily, knowing she wished she had a little more height. His comment on her height actually had nothing to do with his choice. He was remembering the first time he had seen her, thinking she was naked in the drawing room. He would always like her best in the color that nearly approximated her skin color. “I’ll bring you some amethysts from the vault to go with your eyes. You’ll look magnificent.