you can tie my hands to the walls [LUCIUS.]

[LUCIUS PHINEAS MALFOY]

He was able to quickly pick up on her physical cues, all of which noted her desire to depart. As promised, he didn’t linger. As he felt the uncomfortable tug at his stomach, he firmly took her back, and within seconds (and a little extra concentration from him), they immediately popped well within the wards of the Malfoy Manor with a loud and resounding crack. Often times whenever he Apparated it took all he could to keep himself from stumbling, which, of course, he would never outwardly admit; so it came as some surprise to him when Narcissa grounded herself quickly and bounded through the open doors of their home in silence. To see her spry made his age bear down on him even more, which he tried to ignore as he ascended the steps. The peacocks and peahens around him immediately spread as he made his way up and through the door, and when Lucius spotted Narcissa inside, she was already disrobed and holding the infernal beast in her arms, who purred and mewled innocently as it normally would whenever Narcissa was around.

With an airy strut, Lucius approached her, dismissing the House Elf with a wave of his hand. It disappeared with a soft pop, leaving Lucius and Narcissa in solitude once more. His pale grey eyes surveyed her tiny form, swaying and cuddling the small creature beneath him, and a twinge of warmth spread through his insides at the very sight of it. There was something about her, something that made him feel as if it were his Narcissa even though she was distinctly not. He had to hold back so instinct when it came to being around his own wife with her, since he seemed to arouse some compulsion that only his Narcissa could have ever stimulated. The differences between them were keen, but not horrible. While he enjoyed the sophistication that age had allowed his Narcissa in her age, there was something in the smallness of this nubile girl that appealed to him in ways he never would have realized.

“I believe that can be arranged. I believe I’ll only have time to adjust one of your dresses before I must be off. I have a meeting with the Minister that I cannot be tardy for.” He reached down, taking the cat into his hands and gently pulling it away. Of course, Echo was slightly displeased, but knew better than to hiss or make a fuss with Lucius. It gave its passive protesting miaow, before curling around Narcissa’s legs when Lucius set it to the floor. It was then that Lucius suddenly scooped up the small girl into his arms, resting her tightly against his chest as he began to walk away with her in the oddly picturesque figure of husband walking bride through the threshold. Lucius noted immediately how very light she was, and barely had trouble carrying his walking stick in one hand as her body was hoisted against his forearms.

“I believe you’ve had enough walking for now,” he informed her. “You have been through quite the ordeal, and what with you accusing me of not being Lucius, well…” He smirked and began escorting her down the halls. It didn’t take him long to finally bring her to the master suite where he, very gently of course, rested her on the edge of the bed. He took a step back and pulled his wand from its sheath and then pointed it directly toward one of the walls. He mumbled under his breath very simply, and cracks began to etch on the surface, before taking shape. Two doors appeared before opening, leading to a rather grand and expansive closet.

“I thought I would keep the items within safe and protected,” he asserted. “Pick out whatever suits you best.”

[NARCISSA VIRGA BLACK]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width: 350px; padding: 10px; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/w6MZf.png);] but you can't tie my heart to this place “Oh!” Narcissa gasped softly as she was swept up into the air and against his chest. No protestations, no complaints, just a small squeak of surprise. While she might have expected this to seem foreign and rather a bad idea, she was quickly learning that it would take more than casual physical encounters to remind her that, for all intents and purposes, this man was very nearly a stranger to her. He had the distinct advantage of knowing her history, life, and present exploits, while Narcissa only knew his past. She pressed her nose to the crook of his neck, tucking and curling her body against his. She closed her eyes, savoring the feeling of his skin against hers and the distinctly comforting scent that seemed to be coming from an expanse of skin ever so slightly concealed by his shirt. She pulled on his collar slightly, intent on keeping her eyes closed and napping the rest of the way to the suite in sheer luxury. It never occurred to her that, perhaps, she should be watching how to navigate the halls and turns that she would need to find this room again. It was with mild disappointment that she felt Lucius adjust her in his arms and place her gently upon the duvet. She felt as if she’d been placed on a grey-patterned cloud and had to resist the urge to lay back and curl up amongst the down heaven. She sighed, running a hand along the fabric of the cover as she listened, nodding along. It was only when the closet appeared that she pulled herself way from her fantasies about the bed beneath her. After all, there were more important matters to contend with and he had already stated, firmly, that she would be in another room. She would have to keep her fantasies a fantasy. She stood slowly, eyeing the emerging doors. She moved slowly to the closet, her feet pressing into the fur rug that lay strewn across the floor at the foot of the bed. When she reached the doors, she pressed her fingers against the curved golden handle and looked back at Lucius- as if making sure that she had full fledged permission to enter the domain. Closets were a sacred thing, and as the young woman opened the door and slipped into the (much more well lit) room beyond it occurred to her that this closet, her closet was as sacred as any White Horse or millions of Stonehenges. Her fingers danced across robes after robes, each sorted by their color. Varieties of fabric filled the room as well as stands full of shoes and doors that opened to reveal accessories. She found fascinators and wand holsters. Drawers, which she only peeked into, revealed more undergarments than she could wear in a whole life and stockings of ever shade imaginable. And that was only her half. Men’s clothing, Lucius’, faced the women’s garb and it all went together so very peacefully. Narcissa found a vanity next to a large silver pouf and sat down, her fingers dancing over cosmetics and hair potions. A peek into her usual moisturizer revealed a fingerprint, where her elder counterpart had last dipped into the bottle. She sealed the container back up and looked around again. She was very, very sure that this was what a man’s orgasm felt like. She, without a second thought after that, removed her socks and gown and tossed them into the littler rubbish bin beneath the vanity. She never wished to see the color purple again. She unbound her hair and tossed that ribbon away too with a harder-than-needed flick of her wrist. Narcissa moved to the drawers first, examining the abundance of lace and silk. She fingered pieces with bows and pieces missing parts to them. Ones that had little skirts were pressed against ones that would surely rise to her bellybutton. Every color in Merlin’s eye existed in her panty drawer. She was almost ashamed of her utilitarian, white undergarments. She slipped something pink and lace around her legs, pulling them up with ease. Perhaps the fit wasn’t perfect, but they stayed around her hips. Bustiers and brassieres filled the next set of drawers and corsets were in the third column. She chose something from the last set, finding something white and small that (with the held of her wand, which sat on the vanity) tied tautly about her form. She feared that, with a bra, she would not…properly fill out. She chose a mint dress with black accents, laying it out across the pouf as she dug for a slip. She pulled her stockings on, adjusted her hair in the mirror, and returned to the bedroom (slip on, dress in hand). Her curls spread over one shoulder, but several strands fell to her back as she looked up at Lucius. “You’ll…assist me with my dress?” words: 817 - tags: Lucius - outfit:gross.

[LUCIUS PHINEAS MALFOY]

She disappeared within the wardrobe almost immediately. Lucius wasn’t exactly quickly to follow after her. He considered that this would be a pertinent time for Narcissa to become familiar with her surroundings, like a puppy being released into a home, sniffing and pawing at all the unacquainted environment. He would leave her to that pleasure, only to come when he was requested. After all, she needed to change as well, and he doubted that she desired to have him view her in any varying state of undress. He didn’t have the desire to scandalize the girl any further, either. His eyes crawled over to the clock on the side table, keeping close track of the time. It wasn’t as if Lucius was all that worried. Late or no, Lucius would be well received. It was just that Lucius enjoyed giving a very good impression.

He was just about to call for her when she suddenly walked through the threshold, dressed a slip and stockings, with a mint dress in hand. He was impressed, she had picked one of his more favorite outfits of hers – though he had always enjoyed her in green. Lucius approached her, taking the dress from her as he produced his wand again. As he laid the dress across the duvet, his pale grey eyes surveyed her again. “Your petite stature never really changed,” he commented blithely, though in a rather thankful manner. It would make the adjustments, as a whole, a lot easier than he expected. Though he supposed the bust would need extra work, but he didn’t mind. In fact, it seemed rather fetching on her.

He closed his eyes briefly, breathing slowly and carefully through his nose, as he waved his wand over the dress. The fabric seemed to twitch under the invisible touch of his fingers, adjusting with his movements. He was thankful in many ways that he was somewhat gifted with Transfiguration, otherwise he’d have to depend on the House Elves for this, which he did not much approve of, and he knew she would not as well. With a soft exhale, he lowered his wand, and his task was finished. He lifted the mint dress and then handed it to her, grinning in a prideful manner as if he had done something rather great.

“I don’t suppose you’ll want help with pulling this on…” His voice was oddly gentle and affectionate; enough to make him take pause for the briefest of moments. “Unless you’ll find the clasps difficult.”

[NARCISSA VIRGA BLACK]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width: 350px; padding: 10px; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/w6MZf.png);] but you can't tie my heart to this place Narcissa accepted the dress from him, letting the soft fabric spill across her hands. It was a wonderful material and she had several sets of robes made from it at her own home. Her thumb ran over the black cuff and small pearlescent button before she adjusted it in her grip. She unclasped the hooks with two fingers down the back of the dress before looking back up at him. “No, I’ve mostly dressed myself for several years now,” She laughed, slipping both arms into the dress before pulling it over her head. It fit well, falling around her knees. The sleeves ended at her elbows, though it left part of her shoulders exposed. She was thankful for her choice in corset over brassiere- the straps surely would have been exposed. While she did manage to get the bottom two clasps done, she turned back to Lucius and laughed softly. “I do admit, though, someone has always been there to see to the hooks,” She confessed, wrinkling her nose. “Do you think you would mind…?” She added, turning to offer her back to the older gentleman. She wrapped her fingers in her hair and pulled it over her shoulder and away from the clasps. She made a mental note to find a ribbon or headpiece in the euphoria-inducing closet. A small breeze hit her back and she shivered, just slightly, under his gaze. She sat on the bed, then, her ankles crossing and tucking to the side by sheer habit. She returned to running her hands over the material, fingering the soft material between her digits. She paused to yawn and stretched her back, swearing she could hear her muscles groan. She had been confined and sleeping on a cot for far too long and her body was, no doubt, seeking pleasure equal to the bed currently beneath her. “Your meeting with the ministry,” She murmured, tilting her head to the side. “You mustn’t be late. I should find a house elf, too. To plan dinner. That’s one of the things I do with my days, isn’t?” She questioned, turning to look at the bedside clock. She crawled across the bed, laying diagonally down the mattress on her stomach. She bit her thumbnail, grabbing a small picture from behind the clock. She recognized the picture and it’s slightly frayed edges from the one that sat on her bedside table; Lucius looking as if he was trying very hard to hide a smile and Narcissa before him with an engagement ring. One of her school friends had taken it, though she couldn’t remember who for the life of her. She slid her hands beneath the pillow before her, trying to remember who, propping her jaw on top of it. She sat up slowly, feeling her fingers tangle in fabric. She pulled, curiously, at the material and withdrew a silver-and-green tie (frayed at one end with an ever-so-slight paisley pattern in the fabric that only someone who studied it for a long time would recognize). Narcissa held the tie up, looking between it and Lucius, her stomach flip-flopping about. She bit her lip, balling the thing up in her lap. “Your meeting, Lucius. OH!” She said suddenly, looking down at the tie-wrapped hand. “They never gave me back my ring! I swear to Merlin Auror Flincher…” She said, moving back across the bed towards Lucius. words: 563 - tags: Lucius - outfit:gross.

[LUCIUS PHINEAS MALFOY]

Upon her request, as amused as ever, he went to clasp the very last hooks of her dress. Just as he was about to connect the two metal pieces, a breeze blew by and caused the girl below him to shiver deliciously. It caused his insides to quiver unexpectedly, which he met with a frown and stifled a noise. He released her seconds later, and she began to lounge about the bed. He couldn’t help but watch her – her movements were suddenly hypnotizing to him, as he watched every twitch of her muscle and ruffle of her dress. It was only when she mentioned his meeting that he was able to snap himself from his reverie, at least enough to gather his bearings and school his expression into something more professional. Though as he was about to speak again, she began to fret over something he hadn’t really thought of – she left her engagement ring.

He was hardly bothered. Though he would have been disappointment had the trinket been lost, sentimentality and all that, he knew that heads would roll for the misplacement of such a valuable. It was easily replaced, unlike something else… “Worry not,” he uttered to her. “I shall pick retrieve it. Flincher will hear of his irresponsibility.” He approached her, taking her hands into his. He squeezed them briefly before releasing them, and then… Unwittingly, he bent his head forward and pressed a kiss gently against her brow. Of course, when he realized what he had done, his demeanor changed. He backed away, making a quiet, exasperated sound. His actions there were much too natural for his comfort, and in some ways, even though his mind tried to tell him that it was alright, since it was Cissa, it felt like infidelity…

“I will send Bobbin to the suite, request anything you want from him,” he said dismissively as he collected his cloak and his walking stick. “I would advise that you stay out of sight as well. I haven’t had the chance to inform Draco of your… state as of yet, and I’m afraid he would throw you a fit you caught him unawares.” He pulled his cloak over his shoulders, adjusting himself as he made his way toward the bedroom door. “I will be back later tonight. We can speak more then.”

Before he could hear an answer from her, however, he was already gone with a graceful flip of his robes in a manner that could have rivaled Snape.