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[vincere_aut_mor]

Date: July 25th
Time: Roughly 7am
Location: Malfoy Manor, Wiltshire
Characters Involved: Lucius Malfoy and Narcissa Malfoy
Rating: PG-13

The usual sleepy images danced before his eyes, strange scenes of a cracked garden wall, wrapped in green vines. A small hand gripped his, holding with unnatural tightness, the noise of a small child's cry. He tried

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Narcissa lay boneless in her deep sleep, the covers drawn up to the base of her breasts, arms uncovered. Her long hair was loose, scattered over the pillow like threads of fine gold, and her face was relaxed, expression neutral and untroubled. The lines on her face were faint, the marks of age gentle, and they defined rather than disfigured her features. If there were white hairs stemming from her scalp, they were difficult to see, hidden amongst the blonde.

Narcissa slept reasonably heavily, but as Lucius put an arm around her body, he disturbed her, and she was awoken. It was a comfortable awakening, though, warm and soft, and she instantly recognised the strong arm cradling her. It had been the same one for many years, after all.

"Mmm ..." she said softly, not yet opening her eyes, as she turned to face her husband. "Good morning, Lucius." Her eyelashes rose and she looked up into his face, the peace of the morning stealing over her. Smiling faintly, she looked around the pool of light cast by his wand, and asked, "What time is

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Lucius watched her wake, clarity sparking almost instantly in her eyes. He shifted closer to kiss her neck "Good morning. About half seven," he said lazily. He'd been awake perhaps a couple of hours, paying little attention as time passed. He had no firm plans today, perhaps he would send a few owls this afternoon, or re-balance his books. For now, he had plenty of time to spare with his wife.

He breathed deeply at her neck, enjoying the faintly sweet smell that clung to her from a warm night. She smelled like summer, like warm skin, though pale and flawless as ever her hair looked slightly paler to him, perhaps lightened by the sun.

Lucius reached for his wand, his other hand moving to cover her eyes carefully. For a moment the room was plunged into darkness once again whilst he reversed the spell upon the windows. The bright morning light blinded him for a moment, quickly recovering he moved his hand slowly from her eyes.

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Narcissa had squeezed her eyes shut beneath Lucius' hand, touched by the kind gesture. And the kiss to her throat had suggested a vaguely amorous mood. The pale morning sunlight making her look like a radiant ghost in her soft, dove-grey nightdress, she stretched like a cat and then tucked herself breast-to-chest with her husband, looking up at him through her lashes.

"Are you busy, this morning?" she asked, in a voice thick with sleep. Usually Lucius liked to utilise the morning hours for business, but there was an indefinable laziness hanging in the air, and she rather thought she might persuade him to linger in bed. She'd held sway over rather pressing matters when they were in their twenties - she was sure, after so many years of practise, that she still had that talent now.

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Lucius watched her stretch, warmth pooling in his stomach at the swell of her breasts and arch of her back. He had always been convinced that women must be taught these tricks at a young age, the precise ways in which men could be captured by beauty. But after years of marrige he could only assume these ways to have come naturally to Narcissa. Her movements contained more expression than anyone but a person who had spent years in her company could appreciate.

"No," he said slowly, extending the vowel so that it was almost a question. "I thought after you had dressed we might take a walk. However..." he placed a hand on her shoulder, pushing her onto her back with ease. "There is no need to hurry."

His arm stretched across her, above her shoulder to prop him up as he looked down at her. Lucius was undoubtedly far stronger than she was, but there was no question that if she were to wish it he would allow her up in an instant. He leaned down to kiss her, slowly and with every intention of taking all the time in the world.