Waiting | Lucius Malfoy

Chapter Twelve | Mind Games

Guinevere's hair lay flush to the pillow as he entered the room. He was quiet, stalking her like prey, as his eyes took in every inch of her body. A wicked smile crossed his features as he edged towards the bed, laying his cane down beside her.

As his body covered hers, a hand reached out to caress the lace of her stockings, tugging at the fabric gently. "Are these for me?" Guinevere nodded, turning her face away from his. She couldn't look at him. Not yet. A gentle kiss graced the crook of her neck and she felt his tongue swipe out, tasting her flesh. Suddenly, his lips were attacking hers. Dominant and commanding. Guinevere gasped against his mouth as his hands roamed her body, before removing her stockings one by one. Painfully slow. Her legs prickled with goosebumps as she felt the fabric stroke her skin. Her body felt as though it could burst into flames at any moment.

As she fought to take hold of the kiss, he quickly grabbed both of her wrists, holding them above her head as he reached for his wand. Black ribbons wrapped their way elegantly around her arms and held her tightly and she tugged at them, trying to release herself.

"Ah, ah," he jeered. "I've waited too long for this. You're going to have to work for it."

Guinevere's slender body contorted around the silk sheets, as he ran a hand through his hair, trying to steady himself. His jaw was clenched with desire, as she fought back the urge to touch him. Her wrists were starting to ache and she knew that she was only making it worse with her movements.

Every word on the tip of her tongue was lost as he pressed his lips to hers once again, holding her harshly against him by the back of her neck. Their bodies flush against one another, Guinevere was fighting an internal battle. This was wrong. So wrong. But at that moment, she wanted nothing else. She only wanted him, and here he was.

"I need you to tell me that you want this," he commanded, his calloused hand toying with the red lace of her bra. "You need to tell me yes." She let out a moan as he cupped her covered breast, breathing harshly against her ear. "Say yes, Guinevere." She stayed silent, trying to ground herself. "Guinevere?"

"Guinevere?"

She shuddered awake, sitting upright. Lucius stared back at her, his light eyes cutting through the darkness of the bedroom. She felt immediate relief. It wasn't real. But why did she want it to be? And why was Lucius here?

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you, darling. I just-" Lucius stuttered uncharacteristically. "I just had a feeling something was wrong."

Guinevere brought her hand to her forehead, wiping away the hair that was stuck to her face. She knew that she looked as much of a mess as she felt. She was embarrassed at the thought of him seeing her like this, but not as embarrassed as the thought of him knowing why.

"Oh! No, it's okay. Honestly!" She knew she had to lie. "It was a nightmare, I think. That's all." Lucius stayed still and she took a moment to look at him. He was dressed simply in a pair of green tartan pyjama bottoms and a black t-shirt. His t-shirt was hanging loosely against him, showing the pale skin of his chest where it didn't cover. An intricate snake tattoo adorned his collarbones. She'd never seen it before. As Guinevere returned to meet his eyes, they were vacant.

"Of course. I'll leave you then. Sleep well." With that, he was gone.

Her skin was covered in goosebumps as the cold air rested against her body. She looked down and realised that her red silk pyjamas didn't leave much to the imagination. Guinevere brought the duvet up to cover herself, too little too late. She wanted to call after him, but she fought and resisted.

Some things felt left unsaid, like why he'd sensed something was wrong. But that was a conversation for when the sun was up. The clock told her that it was only four in the morning, but she knew she would be counting the hours until it was time to get up. The possibility of sleep had fled with Lucius as he'd left the room. She needed a glass of water, but the thought of going to the living area filled her with anxiety. What if Lucius was doing the same? She couldn't face him now, not while she didn't know what was happening to her, why she was feeling this way.

She reached for her bag and pulled out some parchment and quill, starting a list. She was going to list the reasons why she could be misplacing her feelings this way. It was the logical thing to do. Once it was complete, she would set it alight and never give it another thought.

One. She'd recently broken up with Draco. It wasn't uncommon to feel lonely after a break-up, no matter how doomed the relationship was to start with. Two. She didn't have closure with Draco. Instead of facing her, he'd fled to Paris without a second thought. she felt abandoned. No wonder she was clinging to Lucius. He was here with her and Draco certainly wasn't. Three. Lucius was Draco's father. He held many of the traits that she'd loved and it was natural for her to see similarities in the two of them. Everything she hated about Draco was missing from Lucius. He saw Guinevere for who she was. He made her feel seen and she hadn't experienced that in quite some time. He made her feel cared for and he was affectionate. He was...

Guinevere needed to stop this. It wasn't helping and if anything, it made her question her intentions further. She'd had a sex dream about her former father-in-law. A man who was very much unavailable and completely wrong for her. That was the end of it. Done. Finished. It was just a silly fantasy. One that she very much would not be acting upon. And besides, Lucius didn't see her like that. Did he? He saw Guinevere as Draco's sad little ex-girlfriend who he felt obligated to help. It was nothing more than pity.

She needed to focus on getting through the rest of the trip. After that, she could distance herself from Lucius and ensure that their relationship was nothing more than business. They worked well together, sure, but that was as business partners. He wanted to see her succeed and she knew that she should be grateful for that. As she laid back in bed, she didn't think of Lucius. Instead, her head was filled with dreams of the life that she and Draco could have had. Only once did his face merge into Lucius' and by then, she was dead to the world.