Waiting | Lucius Malfoy

Chapter Twenty | Together

Lucius and Guinevere's first night together was spent much like their time in Lisbon, together but apart. They slept in separate rooms, afraid of their actions and scared to make the first move. Guinevere wanted nothing more than Lucius to feel comfortable, and he felt the same, which resulted in them moving around the house separately that night and retiring to separate rooms. The next afternoon, however, was different.

Guinevere woke to find Lucius placing a cup on her bedside table.

"Sorry, Darling. I didn't mean to wake you," he whispered, as he edged away from her. He was dressed simply, in the same pyjamas as Libson. Guinevere didn't know if she'd ever get used to seeing him like that. It seemed so unnatural to see him in anything other than black dress robes. She murmured sleepily and reached out for him, pulling him into the bed with her. He chuckled and kissed her softly.

"What time is it?"

"It's just after noon, my love. I thought after yesterday you deserved your rest."

"I could get used to waking up like this."

"As could I."

"Can I sleep in your room tonight?" Guinevere asked hopefully, slightly anxious about his response.

"I would love nothing more than to spend the night with you," he replied.

"Just don't get any ideas, Lucius." She took her bottom lip between her teeth to stop herself from thinking about it. Guinevere could tell he was trying hard to keep out of her mind, but it was moments like this where she doubted his willpower. She grabbed the coffee, almost spilling it on both of them as she brought it to her lips.

"Never. What do you have planned for today?"

"Theo and I never got as far as to make plans, so my schedule is very much open. Unless you have things to do?"

"I've cleared my schedule. Everything else can wait," he sighed and Guinevere studied his expression profusely. Was he having second thoughts?

"Tell me what you're thinking about Lucius," she threaded her fingers through his and stroked his hand with her thumb.

"I'm just worried about you, Guinevere. We're happy here, in Muggle London. But what about when we return to our respective lives? How different will things be?"

"Nothing will change. I'll still want you whether we stay at the Manor or whether we stay here. It doesn't make a difference to me whether we're in Diagon Alley or Oxford Street. I want you, no matter who sees us."

"Good," he concurred. "However, centaurs would fly before you found me roaming Oxford Street," he added, stealing her cup and taking a sip from it.

"Get your own!" she laughed, prising the coffee from his grasp. He pecked her quickly on the lips and got out of bed. Guinevere moaned in protest, before pulling the covers back and getting up alongside him. "Can't we just stay here all day?"

"Get dressed and meet me in the lounge. We have things to do." He shouted as he exited the room, sparks flying from his wand as the lights around the room brightened.

Guinevere smiled to herself, as she made her way to the bathroom. The woman looking back at her in the mirror looked different somehow. She couldn't put her finger on what had changed exactly, all that she knew was that she was going to capitalise on this feeling however she could. She shrugged out of her pyjamas and quickly hopped in the shower, before wrapping a towel around herself. She wasn't sure what her hurry was, but she grabbed the first set of underwear she could find. It was green satin, embellished with black lace that encompassed her breasts.