The Malfoys As They Are
Fandom: Harry Potter
Title: The Malfoys As They Are
Pairings/Characters: Lucius/Narcissa
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None
Summary: The Malfoys may appear cruel, cold and void of emotion to those who blindly observe them, but there is another side, shown only in secret while in one another's arms.
You watch them. Cold, severe, and calculating, taking measured steps and making deliberate gestures. They are flawless in their cruelty, a distinct aura of chilling perfection emanating from their stiff postured bodies. Frosty eyes set in sneering faces, judging each person who crosses them.
Pushing money bags into the pockets of high ranking politicians, whispering threats in the ears of those they can intimidate, manipulating and controlling those around them - sometimes to a necessary end, or perhaps just for the sheer pleasure it provides: to see those powerful, yet less-worthy souls cower in the superiority of the Malfoy influence.
Their laughs are mirthless in the faces of their enemies, and forced in the company of those they call 'friends'. Any emotion they might show is imperceptible to even the most observant eye. They are callous, uncaring, cold-blooded and heartless.
They are the Malfoys. But only as you see them.
Watch as he opens the door for his wife, his hand placed on the small of her back as he guides her inside. Narcissa casts him a glance that only he sees, and he follows her into the dark corridors of their home. The home they share.
This is what you do not see, what goes on when they have escaped your ever watchful eyes. The eyes that judge just as harshly as their own, if not more.
They share secret smiles as his lips caress her skin, and his hand glids over her shoulder, slipping her garments from her heated body. Her hand grasps the platinum hairs that fall loosely from where they have been tied.
He holds her closely, enraptured by her curves and the imperfection of a single freckle that lies below her waist. Breathing in her scent, he tastes every inch of her, enjoying the feel of her nails against his skin. He never tires of her, for everytime they disclose their passions to one another, the experience is renewed. Their faces meet, their tresses entangling until it becomes difficult to tell where he ends, and where she begins.
Finding her ear, he whispers slowly, breathlessly. He tells her she is beautiful, she is perfect. He tells her he loves her, and she tells him the same in return. He is careful never to hurt her or cause her pain, touching her gently, unless she begs him otherwise.
They move together, feeling their way, barely knowing what will happen next, but finding out together. They are instinctive, sensual, white-hot, and they cling to one another as they do in times of trouble and personal agony. Unified, passionate, bound by love.
They are the Malfoys, not as you see them, but as they are.
Title: The Malfoys As They Are
Pairings/Characters: Lucius/Narcissa
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None
Summary: The Malfoys may appear cruel, cold and void of emotion to those who blindly observe them, but there is another side, shown only in secret while in one another's arms.
You watch them. Cold, severe, and calculating, taking measured steps and making deliberate gestures. They are flawless in their cruelty, a distinct aura of chilling perfection emanating from their stiff postured bodies. Frosty eyes set in sneering faces, judging each person who crosses them.
Pushing money bags into the pockets of high ranking politicians, whispering threats in the ears of those they can intimidate, manipulating and controlling those around them - sometimes to a necessary end, or perhaps just for the sheer pleasure it provides: to see those powerful, yet less-worthy souls cower in the superiority of the Malfoy influence.
Their laughs are mirthless in the faces of their enemies, and forced in the company of those they call 'friends'. Any emotion they might show is imperceptible to even the most observant eye. They are callous, uncaring, cold-blooded and heartless.
They are the Malfoys. But only as you see them.
Watch as he opens the door for his wife, his hand placed on the small of her back as he guides her inside. Narcissa casts him a glance that only he sees, and he follows her into the dark corridors of their home. The home they share.
This is what you do not see, what goes on when they have escaped your ever watchful eyes. The eyes that judge just as harshly as their own, if not more.
They share secret smiles as his lips caress her skin, and his hand glids over her shoulder, slipping her garments from her heated body. Her hand grasps the platinum hairs that fall loosely from where they have been tied.
He holds her closely, enraptured by her curves and the imperfection of a single freckle that lies below her waist. Breathing in her scent, he tastes every inch of her, enjoying the feel of her nails against his skin. He never tires of her, for everytime they disclose their passions to one another, the experience is renewed. Their faces meet, their tresses entangling until it becomes difficult to tell where he ends, and where she begins.
Finding her ear, he whispers slowly, breathlessly. He tells her she is beautiful, she is perfect. He tells her he loves her, and she tells him the same in return. He is careful never to hurt her or cause her pain, touching her gently, unless she begs him otherwise.
They move together, feeling their way, barely knowing what will happen next, but finding out together. They are instinctive, sensual, white-hot, and they cling to one another as they do in times of trouble and personal agony. Unified, passionate, bound by love.
They are the Malfoys, not as you see them, but as they are.