Narcissa Malfoy x reader

Illicit Affairs - part 4

Summary: You try to bring up something you've noticed to Narcissa, which make her be defensive. You go back to Hogwarts.

Warnings: angst, break up, eventual happy ending, implied Daphne/reader, hurt/comfort.

The days pass by in a blur. Lucius is rarely around, his 'work' (actually Death Eater duties) keeping him constantly preoccupied. You and Narcissa find yourselves with more and more time together (when Draco isn't around), your sexual encounters becoming a regular occurrence.

Tonight is no different. You find yourself alone with her in your room, the only light source being the glow from the fireplace. You wrap your arms around her, holding her close to your chest as you bask in the afterglow of your lovemaking. She's still panting lightly, her forehead resting against your shoulder, her body relaxed and sated in your arms.

You suddenly notice something, something you've realized happens every time you've been intimate. She never reciprocates your pleasure, always focusing on her own release. You think it may have something to do with the fact that she might not be ready to do things with another woman like going down on you, that she might not be comfortable. You're not complaining at all, you're just curious. You decide it's time to bring it up.

You brush a strand of hair away from her face, your fingers tracing the smooth lines of her jaw. You take a moment to collect your thoughts before speaking.

"Narcissa?" you start, your voice soft and gentle.

She lifts her head from your shoulder, her eyes meeting yours. She looks blissfully content, her body still flush with the afterglow of pleasure.

"Yes?" she asks, "What is it, darling?"

You take a deep breath, your hand continuing to trace patterns on her skin as you gather your thoughts. "I've been thinking..." you begin, but then pause, unsure of how to continue.

Narcissa props herself up on one elbow, her head tilting slightly to the side as she looks at you with curiosity in her eyes.

"Thinking about what?" she asks, her voice soft and inquisitive.

You hesitate for a moment, gathering your thoughts. You know that you don't want her to feel uncomfortable or pressured in any way, but you also want to be open and honest with her.

"I've noticed something... and I just wanted to bring it up." you finally say, your thumb tracing small circles on her hip.

She looks at you with a puzzled expression, her eyebrows knitting together in a frown.

"What is it?" she asks, her voice betraying a hint of nervousness.

You pause for a moment before speaking, unsure of how to word it without sounding accusatory.

"It's just... I've noticed that every time we're intimate, you never really...reciprocate." you look up at her, trying to gauge her reaction.

Her eyes widen slightly at your words, a mix of surprise and embarrassment flickering across her face. She looks down, avoiding your gaze for a moment. She opens her mouth hesitantly, her voice soft and defensive.

"I...I didn't think...you minded. I mean, you never seemed to mind."

You can tell she's feeling a little defensive, perhaps feeling like she's been caught off guard by your observation. She sits up suddenly, pulling away from your embrace, her defenses coming up like a wall.

"I'm sorry, darling, but this...this was a mistake." Narcissa looks at you with a mixture of guilt and resignation. "I have a husband to consider, and I can't risk him finding out." she avoids your gaze, her eyes focused on the ground. "This was fun, but... I think it's best if we end it here."