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 Four – After Dinner

Olivia heaved a sigh of relief combined with a frisson of sheer terror at the irrevocable step she was about to take. He was really willing to marry her. Her mother’s care was assured. Olivia spoke, “After dinner, Lucius, may I have a few moments of your time to get better acquainted? Well, at least as much as we can become acquainted in a few moments?” She smiled at him questioningly.


Lucius might have preferred to avoid any tete a tetes until after they were married, but he knew her request was not unreasonable. “Of course, my dear. We can go to my study. If both of you are through, we can go now.” Lucius turned civilly to her father, “Please excuse us, James. We won’t be a moment, I’m sure.” Lucius wanted to assure an anxious father, but James did not seem disturbed at all by their defection.


Lucius offered his arm to Olivia and whisked her upstairs just outside his study. When they entered the room, Lucius left the door open, but Livvy gently closed it. Lucius was a little surprised but merely asked her, “Would you care to sit by the fire?”


Olivia strode straight up to him and took his hands in hers. She smiled up at his surprised face and said, “I need to know if we can be comfortable together. It will be a long, unhappy marriage if neither of us can bear to touch the other except for necessity.” She continued, “I’m completely without experience in the realm of physical intimacy between a man and a woman, but I know the mechanics of what goes where.”


“And you want to test that out now?” Lucius stared at her. She was putting him on the defensive and he didn’t like the feeling. Even more, he was starting to lose his control again. He wanted to touch her and show her she didn’t know the first thing about what went where. He took a deep breath and stepped back but didn’t remove her hands from his.


“Don’t you want to know if we are compatible?” she inquired. She slowly closed the distance between them again.


Lucius felt his heartbeat escalate, and his body tense up even more with his desire. “I don’t think we will have any difficulties in the bedroom, my dear. But I’m not going to anticipate our vows tonight.”


“Oh,” she said, blushing, “I’m not asking for sex, Lucius, just a kiss. I need to know if I can be a wife to you in all senses.”


Lucius didn’t know if he could just participate in a kiss without taking more. He was fast wanting a great deal more. Before he could answer, she turned and pulled him by the hand over to a footstool. He was much taller than she was and she needed the footstool’s help. She stepped up on it, wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down to her.


His total bemusement turned fiery in an instant. She’d started a tame kiss but he quickly sent it past tame into the realm of carnal pleasure. He couldn’t help himself. He was angry at her temerity and aroused all at once, a bad combination. He took over the embrace, threaded his fingers through her soft, curly hair, wrapped an arm around her waist, and crushed their bodies together. Lucius’ hand migrated from her waist to her hip, then down to her buttocks, pulling her upwards even closer. He began slowly rubbing himself against her, not trying to hide anything, while his tongue danced inside her mouth. He lifted her and began backing toward his sofa, when he foggily started to realize he was doing just what he’d said he would not. Lucius broke their kiss and, breathing like a marathon runner, he let her slide down to the floor. Rising anger slowly cleared his sex-fogged brain.


Her violet eyes were half-closed, and still glazed over, but as she recovered from the most erotic experience of her short, sheltered life, she looked shell-shocked. What had happened? Her sensibilities had been completely overloaded. She had recognized the wizard’s potent allure for her but she hadn’t realized the total power of his aura. She was elated and scared at the same time. This was new territory for her.


“I think you have had enough guarantee that we will suit, don’t you?” Lucius distanced himself before he fell victim to her proximity again. He disliked giving over any control to her, disliked her effect on him. “I believe that’s my hair riband you have in your hand,” he said, striving to misdirect her, and all the while trying to master his rampant erection.


Olivia looked blindly down at her hand and saw she had removed the riband from his hair sometime during their embrace. “I’m sorry, I don’t remember doing that,” she apologized. She tried to give him back the riband but he motioned for her to place it on a table.


“Perhaps it would be as well for you to return to your father now. I’ll have a house elf show you the way.” Lucius needed to have her away from him. It had been a mistake bringing her to his favorite room. Now he would have her memory, her presence lingering in his study.


A house elf appeared immediately and Olivia followed the tiny female elf out of the room, quietly closing the door after her.


Lucius sank onto his chair by the fire. He hadn’t been impressed by her curly hair before, but revised his opinion now. Tangling his fingers in those soft, honey-colored tresses had been beyond erotic. He realized he wanted to do it again, and again, mussing the curls to show she belonged to him. He attempted to reason with himself by reciting a mantra of ‘distance, control, distance, control’. It was beginning to seem that physical distance was his only defense to the odd chemistry leaping between them. And he would not let her be important to him. Ever.