It's the Little Things

***Just give me one more night to hold you close

CW: SAD SMOOTSMOOTS. THIS IS NEAR THE END OF MALFOY'S CHAPTER TITLED "my hand is not the oneyou're meant to hold", PLEASE READ THAT FIRST BEFORE THIS, OTHERWISE I FEAR IT WILL NOT HAVE THE SAME EMOTIONAL IMPACT. THANK YOU.

Fennic Malfoy

She was testing him, she had to be. Asking him to unzip her dress the minute they got upstairs into her bedroom. The possessiveness he'd tried to shove into the corner of his mind now had his fingers twitching to touch her, and his mouth watered at the thought of remarking her.

"Can you tell me what your father said to unnerve you now?" She asked as the dress fell to her feet. Merlin, she wasn't wearing any undergarments again. His mouth went dry as his eyes roamed over her body as she turned to face him, just the damn black heels on. He swallowed thicky, his eyes meeting hers after a moment. She had a smirk on her face. She was definitely testing him.

"I said tomorrow, my love," he rasped, his hands coming to rest on her hips. Not to mention, he did not want to think about anything related to his father while the most perfect woman stood naked before him.

She boldly stepped forward and rested her hands on his shoulders, pressing up against him and his stupid bloody suit he was still wearing.

"And I can't convince you to tell me sooner?" She asked, pressing her hands to the side of his face to bring his face down to hers. He kissed her softly, and she opened her mouth to him. So, he deepened the kiss slowly. His mouth moved against hers and whatever she thought she'd been trying to bargain, he knew the moment she lost sight of it, when her body seemed to melt against his. Eliza wasn't ever a manipulator though. She didn't use things, such as her body, to get what she wanted. It'd been an empty threat that was turning into something more in her favor, and his.

He tugged her hair tie out, letting her hair fall out of the perfect bun she had in, tasting her and exploring her mouth slowly. For all he knew, whatever his father had planned, this would be the last time she'd kiss him so easily.

Her hands moved and were sliding his jacket down his arms before she pulled back from the kiss, and he looked into her eyes as she slowly tugged his tie loose and off. Then began to work on unbuttoning his shirt.

This would probably be the last time she'd want to do this with him, he realized. Whatever his father had planned was about to change their entire relationship, he just knew it. He wasn't sure what would come of it, and the thought of losing her was absolutely terrifying to him, especially so soon after realizing he loved her. Was in love with her.

He knew her family would allow her to marry anyone she wanted, but Malfoy money was... Malfoy money. And though Ollivander's did quite well for themselves, they weren't Malfoys. Nobody turned down the Malfoys.

Her fingers stopped as she took in his expression, a flicker of concern behind her eyes. She opened her mouth but he kissed her again, not wanting the questions. His tongue licked into her mouth and she quickly started with his buttons again, until his shirt was completely off. He cupped her jaw as he kissed her slowly, taking his time. They'd shared so many firsts, and now this was all their lasts. She unbuckled, unbuttoned, and unzipped him and he kicked off his shoes as she pushed his trousers down. Her arms went around his neck and he lifted her, her legs going around his waist as he backed into the bed until he sat on it. His cock was pressed perfectly between her folds and she was already so wet. He gently slid his fingers through the straps of her heels until they fell off the side of the bed.

She broke the kiss to begin her pleading, rubbing against him while he started kissing her neck. She tilted her head, granting him more access, and he continued to kiss and nip at her skin. He wouldn't leave a mark though. In case, by this time tomorrow she hated him and didn't want anything to do with him.