I'm A Slave For You (Lucius Malfoy X Ofc)

Chapter 8: Guten Appetit

Day 4:
Let me see you
Stripped down to the bone
Let me hear you speaking
Just for me

The beach was quiet and empty,  which meant that Veronika could take her pick in choosing their spot for the blanket that she took with her from the castle. After her father and the two wizards left, she suggested to head down to the beach and of course Lucius agreed, wanting to spend more time with her.
She took off her shirt, revealing a yellow bikini as she walked to the water. It washed over her feet,  crystal clear, and she poked the smooth, wet sand with her toe. Lucius finally settled on a spot spreading the blanket on the sand, close to the water, the sand was piping hot under her soles as she squatted by the basket pulling out a small bottle.

"I should put some sunscreen on your skin, unless you want to get a sunburn" Veronika spoke, watching Lucius scouting the sun-drenched stretch of sand, the seam of his spine glistening on his tanned back. He answered by bending down, turning his back to her as she squirted the sunscreen into her small hands before rubbing it around his freckled shoulders, massaging it into his skin. "Done," She stated before throwing it back in the basket, as he laid on the blanket, putting on his sunglasses.

"A little more on the left and you’re undoubtedly going to hit the pelicans," Lucius mumbled, and she glared at him.

"My aim is not that bad, stop it" she replied before turning her attention back onto the sea, focusing on the pelicans that were quacking over the water, not paying any attention to them. She shifted on the sand and picked another stone, weighting it thoughtfully before turning her head again to look at him, Lucius raised an eyebrow at her, looking fairly nonplussed, before taking off the sunglasses. A blush creep over Veronika's face as she took to stare at the blond man, taking her time to admire the shirtless masculine body spread out on next to her, Lucius was handsome, not in the way muggle usually thought of when talking about male handsomeness, but in a way all the magical world thought.

"Are you not going to try again?" He asked after silence stretched out between them, Veronika playing with the almost burning sand.

"It is not as fun if I don’t have your opinion on my hits, and you look too comfortable to move a finger, right now,” She answered truthfully, throwing the rock with more force than was necessary for it to hit the water in multiple rebounds, instead just hitting the water once before disappearing. "Is it amusing to see me try and fail again and again?"

"Perseverance is a quality, not a flaw," He spoke, staring at her. His blue eyes were like a golden caramel radiated from each pupil as if it were a bright new sun, so cold yet so warm, and she could lose herself in those eyes. His profile was more beautiful in the bright summer light and Veronika felt her heart miss a beat at the sight. He moved into a sitting position, brushing away his hair, now staring at the sea with a thoughtful expression. "Your wrist needs to be laxer," He said after a moment.

"Show me" She added with a little smirk to gain a chuckle from Lucius before he moved to kneel down behind her, one hand on her waist and the other cupping her right hand, fingers resting on top of one another. 

"You should hold the stone like this" He was saying in her ear, a few errand strands of hair brushing against her forehead as he bent down to take a rock. Lucius’s hand was calloused on top of her own and she quite liked the feeling against her skin. "Relax your wrist a little," He went on, tugging on her arm to get her in proper position.

"I’m going to lose that fucking stone if I relax any more," Veronika mumbled, heartbeat spiking up when Lucius laughed in her ears, it floated through the air like a melody. He threw the rock, it bounced once, twice, three and then four times before dropping down, huge circles rapidly appearing where it had fallen. "See? It wasn’t so difficult, was it?" He added with a small smile in his voice, still holding onto her wrist, fingers drifting against the sensible skin of her back.