Lucius Abraxas Malfoy

"Anytime, love," she said. "It’s been going well, but it’s even better now. I’ve been wanting to steal you away all evening," she admitted sheepishly. It was true that she’d seen James at the ball, which had been surprising at first, but then just… awkward. She was a little thankful that he didn’t go out of his way to talk to her, but as stated before, the blonde was more preoccupied with Lucius. 

They would do well not to take too long, of course, lest they should rouse any suspicions, but Lucius imagined they had something like fifteen minutes before a house elf was sent looking. He'd noticed Narcissa's discomfort at James' presence, but she didn't seemed incline to breach the subject, and so he said nothing of it. Instead, he pressed his lips to hers again, a touch more insistently this time, his hands coming to rest on the small of her back and drawing her in slightly possessively.

"I wish you could stay over tonight," he whispered against her lips in between kisses. The holidays seemed so much longer when he couldn't even see her properly... At least Hogwarts was good to them in that way.

[Even when the blonde wasn’t with him, Narcissa’s bright blue eyes stayed on Lucius, smiling fondly. She was playing the part of the happy fiance perfectly… but it wasn’t an act; even if their parents had been the one to arrange this engagement and this ball, she was still happy with the outcome. She loved Lucius Malfoy. 

After her dance with Amycus she excused herself and approached Lucius while he was having a conversation with someone. She stealthily slipped her hand into his and gave it a squeeze, waiting for a lull in the conversation before she cut in.] Excuse me, I need to borrow Lucius for a moment. [She gave the other person a smile  and looked to Lucius expectantly.]

He couldn't help the furrow to his brows at the sight of one Amycus Carrow getting a touch too close with his fiancé for the young man's tastes, but that could be addressed later. No point causing a fuss during their big night. A wave of relief washed over him, however, at the feeling of a small, familiar hand slipping into his. He gave Cissa a sidelong glance and a smile, and then followed her lead the moment his conversation with yet another aunt could be considered over. Hand still around hers, he led the blonde aside and into a corridor off the main hall. Once they were out of earshot, he rested his back against the wall and gave her a long, loving gaze.

"Thank you for getting me out of there," he murmured, drawing her in for a soft kiss. "How has your night been going, my love?"

I don’t remembering asking anyone for help, especially you, Malfoy.

That first night that they shared together, she was still dealing with the aftermath and the frustration from their heated kisses coming to an end with no real ending. She wasn’t used to her body feeling that way and she wasn’t sure how to handle it and the more affection that he showered her with, the worse that feeling got. His hands pressing into her skin, her flesh on his, it was all intoxicating and it was so easy for her to lose herself in it.

But she seemed so confident, so ready for this, that he didn't even pause to consider she might've been uneasy at some point. In his eyes, she had nothing to worry over, no cause for anxiety. He took her all in thirstily, like a man who'd never touched a woman before. And in a way she made him feel that way, as if no one before her had been worth it.

Her eyes fell closed and she lost herself. His long fingers left a confusing and infuriating trail of fire and ice blended together that just made her press into his touch and crave it; what was this that had taken her over? Tonight was a night of surprises after all that yelling and tears. It was hard to believe that it was only hours ago that they were at each other’s throats because of her irrational jealousy, but now she knew. She knew that she had wanted him all along; she could feel the need for him coursing through her veins at this exact moment. 

Chill bumps were left in the wake of Lucius hands and fingers and her eyes came open, those bright crystalline hues trained on his face for a moment when he brushed the hair from her face and a soft, feminine sound left her lips in response to his fingers brushing over her neck, only to be followed by his lips and teeth and tongue. Her slender hand slid up his shoulder, his neck, and found purchase in his hair, holding him to her, encouraging him as he unbuttoned the top button of her shirt and moved to shower that with his intoxicating attention. 

Whether the following morning would bring a change of heart was something he pushed out of his mind over and over, and with her pressed against him it was easier than ever. All doubts lost meaning under her soft but passionate caresses. The small graze to his ear sent shivers of pleasant surprise through his entire body. He had no idea if she had any experience beyond snogging, but she seemed to be a natural.

He undid another button and lavished quick, breathy kisses all over her neck and collarbones. It took all of his self-control not to keep going, slowly unbutton the shirt all the way down and see how far she would allow him to go. But it was their first night like this, first night together, and he didn't want to pressure her into anything she wasn't ready for. He was a patient man, he would take things one step at a time.