Chapter five
Harry slipped into the dark bedroom, their dark bedroom he corrected with a small smile, and made his way over to the huge bed. Lucius was lying on his side facing Harry's side of the bed, his eyes shut and his breath deep with sleep. The silk coverlet that went on top of the duvet to provide a little more heat through the cool nights was the only thing covering Lucius, he had stripped down to his shirt and trousers.
Harry slipped on top of the bed and slipped across so that he could reach Lucius. Gently he started running his fingers through Lucius's blonde hair, the ability to be able to run his fingers through the blonde silk was addictive, partly just because he was able to do so, partly because Lucius's hair was so beautiful and partly because he knew the blonde enjoyed the sign of affection. He hadn't been able to stop himself from gripping or running his fingers through Lucius's hair that day in the ministry, as his body arched into Lucius, as their bodies joined in the most pleasurable way, he had barely let go of his hair.
Lucius murmured lightly in his sleep, shifting into Harry's touch and moving a little closer to him pulling Harry back out of his thoughts. Smiling he stroked the skin around Lucius's temples before bending down and brushing a kiss to the skin.
"Lucius...Lucius...Lucius love you need to wake up," Harry said softly going back to brushing the skin.
"Mm, Harry?" Lucius grumbled not opening his eyes and shuffling even closer.
"Yes, come on, you need to wake up and take another headache potion," Harry urged him.
"Hmm, what time?" Lucius frowned rolling slightly more onto his back but still didn't open his eyes.
"Its eight love, you need to take another potion, here sit up a little for me," Harry slipped his hand behind Lucius's head after unstoppering the vial. When Lucius lifted his head enough Harry pressed the vial to his lips and tilted it until it was all gone.
"Urgh," Lucius scrunched his nose at the taste.
"Here, its mango juice, Marcus said it was your favourite," Harry quickly pressed a glass to Lucius lips and watched concerned as he gulped it down thirstily. "Do you want some more?"
"Hm, no it's ok," Lucius licked his lips as he settled back down. Harry reached over to set the glass down on the bedside before turning to run his fingers through Lucius's hair again.
"How are you feeling?" Harry asked concerned.
"Tired, head's still a little sore," Lucius sighed finally cracking his eyes open a little. "You said its eight?"
"Yes, Marcus brought you through when you fell asleep on the sofa," Harry smiled.
"I promised to take you out," Lucius groaned, actually attempting to sit up.
"Shush, shush, shush, its alright, I've had supper, as to my dietary plan. We can go out another night, you're not well," Harry pressed his hand against Lucius chest to get him to settle back down.
"Lie with me? Just for a little?" Lucius asked holding tightly onto Harry's wrist.
"Of course, just one second," Harry slipped off the bed and stripped out of the jumper he had put on once the night had cooled. Lifting the coverlet he slipped under and wriggled across to Lucius's warmth. Sleepily Lucius reached out and wrapped his arms around Harry pulling him completely against him and burying his nose into the crook of Harry's shoulder. Harry slipped a leg between Lucius's and settled his hands on Lucius's broad chest, feeling the comforting thump thump thump of his heart against his hand.
"M' sorry I snapped earlier," Lucius said sleepily.
"Lucius don't worry about it," Harry sighed.
"No, you'll leave and...don't want to lose you...or baby...you're holding my heart in your hands...scared," Lucius squeezed Harry tighter to him as he spoke. Harry wondered if he would be admitting these things if it wasn't for the headache potion and disorientation of the migraine, or if he would even remember all this in the morning.
