The Radiant

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“What are you doing?”

Ginny looked up, dripping some of the green icing on the back of her hand.

“Oh, bugger. Shoo!”

Lucius raised his eyebrows at her, tilting his head down slightly to stare at her. “Did you just shoo me? This is my kitchen.”

“I’m making… I’m baking – it’s green – hush! Get out of here!” She leaned the icing-coated spoon back, holding it with one finger. “I’ll shoot. I’m armed.”

Lucius looked at her for a minute.

“Why are you in a good mood?”

“So cynical, Lucius.” She let the spoon down, her mood deflated slightly. “I’m just baking. I wanted to make you dessert but you woke up and spoiled that surprise, unfortunately.”

“Hm.” He made a non-committed sound, placing his hands on the counter top and leaning forward slightly. “You made this?”

“It’s not hard, Lucius.” She turned her back to him as she stirred the icing again, trying to re-mix the colour. “It just takes time.” She looked back over one shoulder. “How are you?”

He looked at her, scrutinizing. “Why are you baking me something?” He had skirted the question completely, and Ginny turned back around, setting the bowl down on the counter.

“You slept for nearly twenty-four hours straight.”

“I was tired.” He had his poker face on, and Ginny shook her head slightly, looking back down into the bowl that was on the counter between them, examining the green rime alone the lip.

“How are you?” She repeated the question, firmer, keeping her eyes on the bowl, tracing a fingertip along the edge listlessly. When he didn’t answer, she looked up. Lucius was staring at her thoughtfully, silent still, and Ginny dipped her finger into the icing and pulled it out, licking it off, meeting his gaze.

This was how it was with them – they often just looked at each other, gazing, staring, anything, eye contact, sometimes searching each other’s faces for subtle meanings and nuances and tics, sometimes just wanting to look at the beautiful lines of the faces.

He watched her as she slid her finger out of her mouth, sluicing the sugary icing around in her mouth. When he still didn’t answer, she picked the bowl up and crossed the kitchen, turning her back to him once more, setting it down on an opposite counter. Ginny began to stir again.

She could hear him shift behind her, moving across the kitchen floor.

His hands came down lightly on her shoulders, and Ginny let her eyes slip shut, her back to his front.

“Not now.”

She nodded at his words, understanding.

When he moved next it was to grab at one of her hands, holding it lightly in his right one, and, directing her fingers, he swirled her index and middle fingers in the icing, bringing her hand then up to his mouth, sucking the tips of the fingers between his lips.

Ginny sighed and leaned back against him, feeling the absolute scorching heat of him against her, solid and heavy and there.

“It’s good.”

His words skittered across her shoulder and she smiled.

“I know.”

He put his own hand in the icing this time, tracing his sugared fingerprints across her bottom lip, tilting her head back by cupping her chin in order to kiss her, hot and wet, mouths aligned awkwardly and yet perfectly.

“I just need to sleep. I don’t know for how long. Are you fine with that?”

His voice was quiet and low and Ginny nodded, feeling his warmth slip from behind her as he left the kitchen.

She put the bowl of icing in the fridge.


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She sat in the chair, feeling the warmth of the fire against her left side, and she watched as he shifted underneath the covers. Ginny had read in the library for a few hours after Lucius had left, but had been distracted.

And now –

And now she was sitting, her legs curled under her, as she watched him sleep. He was on his back, his chest rising and falling slowly and deeply and methodically, his hair bound back into a tight fishtail braid, his lips parted slightly.

It was nine at night.

She was worried – the excess sleep scared her. He had only emerged from the bed in the last twenty-four hours to use the bathroom – and to visit her in the kitchen.

But you did that too –

And she had, she had curled up in on herself for those three days at the beginning of it all, after Draco had left, after Lucius had fucked her across his desk, and she had stained all of her sheets with his black ink. It had taken her days to scrub it out of her fingernail beds, the tips of her hair, the lines of her ribs. She understood the need for that drugged, hot kind of sleep – the kind without dreams, without movement.

Lucius was still, his chest the only part of his body moving.

He looked nearly corpse-like, supine and long, the black covers over top of him like some sort of shroud, the stark white of his face and hair glowing against the linens.

She rose from the chair and padded softly over to the bed, her steps measured and determined and light, her palms resting along the edge of the bed as she swung a leg up and over, peeling off her nightgown mid-movement, hearing the soft whump of the material hitting the carpeted ground. Kneeling on the bed beside Lucius, clad only in a pair of underwear, she slowly and carefully moved back the covers, revealing him, naked in sleep, moving to sit astride him, not resting her entire weight on his body.

He shifted slightly in sleep, exhaling.

Ginny moved her hips against him, feeling the length of him still soft. Tilting her head back, she carded her fingers through her hair, feeling the rough curls against her lower back, teased the tips of her breasts with one hand until they were hard and aching. She could imagine Lucius’ hot, wet mouth sucking at her, those straight, sharp teeth biting and pulling until she cried out –

Her hips moved a little more roughly and she felt him begin to harden beneath her, pressing hotly against her. Ginny tilted forward slightly, pressing her clitoris more directly against his erection, keeping up the slight grinding motion that she had established.

She trailed her lips along his neck, along his jawbone, reaching his slack lips and kissing them, sliding her tongue between them.

His hands came up to clamp her hips.

“Wait – wait.” She leaned back up, watching his muzzy eyes as he pulled himself out of sleep. “Just one – one moment, Lucius.” She was so wet – he had to be able to feel it through her panties, against that rigid erection that she was rubbing against – she was so close, so close –

Ginny arched her back, placing her hands on his thighs, pushing her breasts out as she came silently, her stomach clenching and relaxing methodically. Before she could raise her head back up, Lucius had lifted her silently and had slid her underwear off, setting her feet on either side of his hips. She looked down and saw him holding his length in one fist, directly beneath her, and Ginny slid down, taking him into her.

As she did this, he released himself and lay back into the pillows, bringing both hands up above his head, rumbling a stretch out.

Ginny didn’t speak but instead began to move, balancing herself still with her hands on his thighs behind her, sliding back and forth across his pelvis, hearing the slick and smooth sound that he made as he moved in and out of her. She looked down at him and his eyes were alternating between her nipples and the movements of her breasts, and the juncture between her legs, the sweet wetness there. Ginny closed her eyes and hung her head back, increasing her pace

“Stop.” His voice was breathless, and he sat up, lifting her off of him. “Turn around.” Ginny obeyed, turning so that her back was to his front, and he folded his arms around her stomach as he thrust up into her, simultaneously pulling her hips back down onto his length. Ginny made a noise partway between a grunt and a keening sigh, and Lucius pressed his mouth to the nape of her neck.

“Up onto your knees.” He moved behind her, raising both of their bodies up to kneel lowly, and moved his hands down from her stomach, one knifing between her tightly closed thighs and the other spanning a buttock. He began to move them rhythmically, pressing deeper and deeper into her with each smooth, languid thrust.

Ginny let her head fall back onto his shoulder and watched as the white and red of their hair mixed into snarky curls. She let her eyes close, concentrating wholly on the feeling of the solid, hot wall of flesh behind her, the soft smack of Lucius’ upper thighs against the underside of her own.

His mouth was wandering, sucking hot circles down her neck, across her shoulders. The hand that had been cupping her buttock came up to pull alternatively at her nipples, and Ginny turned her head so that he could kiss her. Their mouths met at an awkward angle but the kiss was so furious and so wet that neither cared.

“I’m going to come.” His voice was low in her ear, and Ginny tightened her inner muscles, wordlessly encouraging him. “I want you to come, too.” The hand between her legs teased at her clitoris relentlessly, and Lucius pressed hard into her on an upstroke, as hard as he could, deep as he could, and Ginny cried out, her hands flying down to grab at his thighs against her own. As she continued to come, Lucius made an unintelligible sound against the shell of her ear, and she felt the heat and viscosity of his own release come in waves.

She sat back on him, feeling his length soften inside of her, the quicker motion of his chest now, pressed against her back, one hand still stroking between her legs.

“Lucius –”

The hand continued to press into her, and Ginny’s body tensed again, her orgasm coming in groups of waves and roils, his fingers still against her until she had to plead with him to stop.

He pulled his hand out from between her legs, teasing the wetness across her breasts and up her throat. Ginny unseated herself from him and turned between his legs, facing him, sitting back on her heels.

“How are you?” The question repeated from earlier, but this time Lucius was sucking his own fingers into his mouth and it wasn’t icing, it was her arousal across them, and she saw the fast flash of a muted smile before he reached out to grab her head and kiss her.

He pulled back, and she could taste the saltiness of herself.

“I’m sorry if I scared you.”

Ginny shrugged, lying back on the pillows. “I did it too. After we had sex that first time. I slept for three days straight.”

Lucius lay beside her on his side, watching her quietly.

She turned on her side too, meeting his eyes.

“Draco –”

He shook his head, his eyes closing. “I don’t want to talk about Draco.”

She was quiet for a moment and then spoke again, softly. “Do you think he will ever…”

“I don’t know.”

“Is he going to tell people?”

Lucius turned over to lie on his back, his mouth tightening, shifting subtly out of her reach. Ginny moved over, holding her upper body overtop of his own, looking down at him.

“Lucius, I’m not ashamed.”

“I’m old enough to be your father. I can’t give you what you want. Do you want children? Do you want that perfect home life?”

She shrugged again. “I don’t know. I don’t really care right now. But I’m not ashamed. I’m just scared of the attention it will bring, and how violently some people will react. I’m scared of how my family will react, Lucius. They are so unpredictable. And my friends – Draco shocked them enough. This is going to – the damage – it might be irreparable. I’m not shirking away from this, but you have to realize what I have on the table here. What I am risking. It’s a lot.” She bent down and took his earlobe lightly between her teeth.

Lucius sighed and looped an arm around her waist as she turned into his side.

“I know. I don’t know if he will tell people. I don’t know what he will do.”


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