Transition in Normalcy

[FICLET] Transition in Normalcy. Lucius/Narcissa, NC17, smutfluff

By: Xandria, Copyright © 2004 Xandria (http://www.akasa.ca/fanfic)

Author\'s Notes: This is largely a vignette that came to me the other night while pondering my favourite pairing. Major thanks to luckykitty (http://www.livejournal.com/users/luckykitty/) for the thorough and encouraging beta (she kicks major ass).

Disclaimer: All obvious HP characters and concepts are property of their respective owners. No infringement is intended.

Rated: NC17

Warnings: smutfluff, Malfoy style.

Summary: Lucius and Narcissa prepare for their first evening out after Lucius\' release from Azkaban. Lucius is rather preoccupied by far too many things.

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Transition in Normalcy

Returning to what was deemed normal for the Malfoys would take time. Narcissa, settling before her silver and crystal vanity, knew this. And Lucius, slipping into his formal robes in preparation of their first evening out since his return from Azkaban, also knew this. Lucius studied Narcissa from the side, admiring the way she sat; proud straight back, and her blonde hair neatly coiled atop her head, pinned in place with an enchanted serpent shaped comb. He had missed her. Merlin, he had missed everything about his wife while he had been locked up in a fetid cell and left to rot for eternity. He could not count the numerous nights he had remained wide awake, summoning her scent from memory, imagining his finger tips stroking the elegant column of her throat, the thrum of her pure blood beneath his touch. He had learned that she was everything to him. And without her, he was nothing.

Lucius had had plenty of time to think about life and death while locked away for months before his contingency plan could free him from confinement. And he had thought about each equally -- the death of some and the life of his loved ones. There were numerous paths in his life that he had left unexplored for various reasons; his unearthly ambition, his drive, and his rapacious hunger for providing a worthy lifestyle for his family prevented him from dropping his guard, relaxing, and partaking of activities that he deemed unsuitable for an upstanding pureblood wizard. Lying in discomfort on the narrow, rust-framed cot, Lucius had reviewed his life and those unexplored opportunities with those he treasured most -- as well as forthcoming opportunities with those, like Miss Tonks, who would very soon learn that he was not a wizard to be trifled with.

Lucius was reluctant to admit that he could not bear the thought of a future where any appreciable distance might come between him and his wife again. For months he had lived on memories, slowly starving to death with each passing week as hopelessness began to nibble at his resolve. He had tried to remain resolute, cloaked in invincible confidence that he had cleverly woven throughout his life. But Azkaban had little regard for such affects, shredding the fabric of his carefully constructed personae until he was naked and splayed open for no one but himself to study. And he had discovered that at his centre, there was Narcissa. His beautiful wife who just now finished touching up her lips with colour, and who was so much more than appearances alone. She was a treasure to be cared for, and should never be undtimatimated in her capacity for brilliance.

\"Are you certain you wish to go out tonight, darling?\" Narcissa tilted her head to the side and looked up at her husband. There was a touch of concern in her grey eyes. The only public location he had visited since Azkaban was the Ministry of Magic, and that had been for a series of very brief meetings.

He blinked and felt his lips curl into a smile, reflecting his desire to show the wizarding world that their love could not be diminished under any circumstances, \"Yes, dearest, I do.\" They had been looking forward to this social outing all week, and he would be damned if he permitted his preoccupation with the past few months to interfere.

Narcissa matched her husband\'s smile and turned her attention to the vanity\'s mirror. But her dainty fingers were shaking slightly, and he watched mutely as her emerald and diamond earring slithered to the ground. She frowned at her momentary clumsiness, immediately reaching for her wand to accio the earring.

\"I have it, dearest.\" Lucius lowered himself and knelt upon the carpet next to the vanity\'s bench. As he reached for the glittering jewellery, he was caught by the sight of his wife\'s leg, elegantly exposed by way of a delicate slit up the side of her gown. Her moon-pale calf was decorated in black velvet straps that criss-crossed from her velvet shoe to just below her knee. He had never seen these particular high heels on Narcissa before, and wondered when she had bought them. With a touch of sadness he briefly pondered what else he had missed during his unfortunate incarceration, and looked up into his wife\'s eyes as though seeking answers to his question.

From above Lucius, Narcissa stared down at her husband curiously, her hand half curled, palm upward, ready to take her earring. She watched, intrigued, as Lucius\' hand retreated from the fallen earring and instead moved to hover above her foot. \"Lucius?\"

\"Shhhh,\" he dropped his gaze to where his hand nesteested, fingers coiled around her slender ankle, where the velvet straps began. Let her be curious, let her watch. Never in his life did Lucius Malfoy ever believe that one day he would find himself kneeling in front of his wife, compelled to worship her physically. After all, he was a pureblood wizard, with no business being on the floor like this. And yet, right now, this seemed to be the most natural and perfect place in the world for him to be.

Lucius found that he could not stop himself, nor could he stop his mouth as he sought to bestow soft kisses along the serpentine path of velvet snaking around his wife\'s lovely leg. He skimmed his hand up the back of her calf, luxuriating in the warmth beneath his fingers, as his lips gently tickled the side of her knee.

In a quiet voice, Narcissa barely breathed, \"Lucius…\"

\"Narcissa,\" he whispered, his wife\'s name lingering on his tongue like a fine Rothschild, and shifted his knees, moving between her exquisite legs. With his left hand, Lucius gently pushed the silk fabric of his wife\'s gown up and to the side, exposing her other leg, equally adorned in black velvet ribbon. \"My dearest, Narcissa,\" and he pressed his mouth to the leg he had not yet covered in kisses.

Lucius\' need swelled. He could not define the pleasure he experienced while kneeling before his wife, showering her with gentle caresses and chaste kisses. For once he decided to forego analysis and submit himself to the moment\'s desire, because he might never travel this path again. Life, he had learned, was indeed too short.

Closing his eyes, he brushed his cheek against her soft inner thigh, inhaling her signature scent, delicate floral and a hint of musk, memorizing every nuance of this moment and those to follow… just in case. As his lips trailed slowly up her thigh towards her hip, Lucius nearly gasped in surprise as Narcissa shifted just enough to work the toe of her left shoe between his legs. He found himself pressing into her foot, receptive to her whims, no matter what they might be.

Narcissa did not require further encouragement, and gently stroked the outline of her husband\'s growing erection through his robes. When her toe nudged the delicate underside of his groin, Lucius moaned softly and hastened to untie the soft fabric waistband of his wife\'s panty. Lowering her silk undergarment, revealing Narcissa\'s thatch of golden curls, Lucius gazed wide-eyed and hungry. Too long a time had passed, even long before Azkaban, since he had been in such close proximity to his wife\'s most intimate self. He reached up and placed his right hand around her waist to steady her and with his left hand he lifted and nudged her right thigh to the side, opening her up to his desires and worshipful mouth.

Leaning back just a fraction, Narcissa gripped the edges of the bench with her hands and wrapped her right foot around the sculpted wooden bench leg so that her husband need not hold her in place, possibly suggesting that Lucius could use his free hand for other things.

Lucius\' breath caught in his momentarily constricted throat, and he smoothed a finger through his wife\'s blonde curls, grazing his knuckle over the hard nub at her apex. He smiled when he heard her gasp, and grinned when he felt her nub harden further from another deliberate soft pass of his finger. He was further rewarded with more insistent strokes of her toe along his hard length.

\"Please, darling…\" Narcissa coaxed, angling her right knee as far to the side as possible, opening herself up like a blooming flower, offering its gift of life.

Lucius murmured, \"Anything, dearest. Anything.\" He leaned forward between her legs and slid his tongue tip up along one side of her clit, around and down the other side, leaving in his wake a trail of saliva to glisten against her luscious skin. He repeated the teasing wet path until a small sound of frustration worked free from her throat, all but telling him to continue quickly.

He tilted his head slightly to the side and pursed his lips around the sensitive flesh, flicking his tongue firmly and wetly. He would have smiled as his wife moaned in pleasure, but his lips were quite pleasantly otherwise occupied. He slid one hand beneath and teased her as his tongue lapped against her clit like a thirsty cat. Feeling his fingers grow slick with Narcissa\'s want, he sealed his mouth securely and slid his digits into her tight warmth.

Narcissa felt glorious beneath his mouth and the provocative little noises she made as Lucius suckled and fingered her drove him mad with desire in a way he had never before experienced. She raked the embers of this newfound lust to flame and spurred him on to stroke faster, suckle harder and even n ron rocking himself licentiously against her delicate foot.

And when Narcissa brought a guiding hand to twine almost painfully in Lucius\' hair, pulling him more firmly into his feverish worship, his cock twitched. He paused only briefly as he moaned his release, climaxing hard into his underclothes. As aftershocks rippled through him, Lucius resumed his ravenous task with increased determination, bringing his wife ever closer to her peak.

\"Oh, Lucius,\" Narcissa moaned, her fingers threading through Lucius\' locks, and pushing herself against her husband\'s mouth, demanding her release.

If he were capable, Lucius thought that he might come a second time, his nose filled with her pheromones, and tongue licking mercilessly against her hard clit. Her shortened breaths and stilted moans were the only sounds he could hear, and spelled her imminent release. Lucius licked harder, faster, and curled his fingers inside her to thrust against the spot that he knew intensified her climax.

Lucius would have winced as her fingers tightened further in his hair, but he was so pleased by her passionate display that the tug on his short locks only spurred him on harder. Her cry echoed throughout their bedchamber as she came against his mouth andgersgers, carried by waves of seemingly endless rapture. He had never known her to come so strongly, but then not since he was a youth did he come as quickly as he did this night. He gently laved her swollen flesh with soothing strokes from his tongue and much to his relief soon felt her grip loosen his hair.

Feeling a blush form upon his face, Lucius knew he was grinning like some boy who had just discovered the joys of sex. How could this happen; that after nearly 20 years of marriage new pleasures entered their lives? He squelched the question quickly, without hesitation. After all, he was now determined to spare nothing for Narcissa\'s satisfaction.

Lucius laid his cheek against his wife\'s warm thigh and breathed deeply, satiated and content. He felt a flood of reciprocal joy flow from Narcissa as she gently brushed hisr wir with her fine fingers.

\"Do you still wish to go out this evening, my husband?\" she teased, the tone of her voice a transparent promise of things to come should they remain home.

Closing his eyes, Lucius shook his head. \"I don\'t think I am ready to share you with the world just yet.\"

\"Neither am I.\"

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