The Forbidden Fruit

𝕿𝖜𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖞-𝕾𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖓

As the room grows warmer the once cold couple defrosts into each other's embrace, savoring the taste of one another that was once forgotten. Endless arrays of bliss and connection flourish between them "Narcissa.. my darling.. oh how I've missed you.." Lucius grumbles from the bottom of his throat, leaning in for another seeing kiss. Enjoying the plethora of attention she hasn't received since they were young, Narcissa can't help but smile in bliss, enjoying the warmth of his skin against hers. Their  rhythm, although quick it is careful, it is full of love and passion as the clock ticks and ticks. Minutes feel like hours and hours feel like days, a state of euphoria they've longed to be familiar with again, finally rushing through their veins simultaneously. The bed beneath their melting bodies creaks softly becoming a metronome for their passion, awakening a dormant love they once shared so effortlessly.

Concurrently within his private quarters on the Castle grounds, Severus ponders as he sits in silence with a mug of tea to accompany him. Tapping his fingers gently against the porcelain, his gaze lingers towards the rotary phone resting on a side table by the door. Letting out a sigh he stands, approaching the phone he brings it up to his ear, his fingers lingering on the dial before he pulls away. "I cannot act so desperate.. especially after what happened today.." Severus mutters to himself as he sets the phone back down. Taking a few steps away he contemplates quietly, running his hand over his face he looks to the phone once again. "I haven't felt this pull in such a long time.. especially for another.. why am I allowing myself to let in the possible pain that came with this feeling previously? I am acting idiotically.." he curses himself as he continues to stand by, just in case. 

After an intense but well needed session, Lucius lies against the headboard with a satisfied smile as Narcissa ties a robe around her bare body. "That was quite the.. unexpected experience.." she says softly as she comes around to the side of the bed where Lucius is lying in. Nodding, Lucius smiles as she sits, taking her hand into his "Yes, it was.. but I have no regrets.." he says with a playful undertone as Narcissa takes her hand out of his, brushing his messy white hair back from his face. "You're such a mess.. " she says with a soft laugh as her hand lingers on the side of his face. Looking into her eyes with a softened gaze, Lucius presses his hand on top of hers to his cheek, closing his eyes as he savors the softness of her hand cradling his face. Opening his eyes a few moments later, he allows her hand to call to her lap "Remember the last time we made love like that?.." Lucius asks softly. Nodding, Narcissa smiles a bit as she looks down at her lap "Yes, I do.. and the next morning.. we were gifted with the news of Draco.." Narcissa says as she looks up at him.

Nodding, Lucius continues to smile "I remember that day so fondly, you were so.. elated and exuberant.. I remember when you practically busted through the Drawing Room door.. I nearly toppled over when you flew into my arms.." Lucius recalls seeing Narcissa nod. "Yes, yes well.. we had been trying for so long.. and it finally happened.." she says softly, smiling as they make eye contact. Feeling the blissful aura wearing off, Narcissa's smile falls as she stands up breaking eye contact with him. "Where are you going? Are you not staying tonight?.." Lucius asks, trying to hide the slight plea in his tone for her to stay just a little longer. Nodding no, Narcissa gathers her discarded clothing into her arms neatly "Despite how much enjoyment you or I had felt out of what we just shared.. It wouldn't be appropriate.. good night Lucius.." she says in a near whisper before heading towards the doors and leaving without much noise. 

Letting out a sigh, Lucius nods "Good night.." he mutters softly as he runs a hand through his hair looking off to the side. As the room grows cold once again, Lucius gets out of bed deciding to take a rinse off. Drawing his bath, he brings a robe around his bare body waiting for the water to warm up and fill the bath tub, his mind wandering to other thoughts. Recalling what happened early in the afternoon he cringes at how ruthless he had been acting during and after the duel. Turning off the faucet, he discards his robe, but just as he dips into the waiting water, the phone rings within the main bedroom. Scoffing, he walks into the room reaching for the phone placed near the bathroom "Who would be calling at such an hour?.." he mutters to himself as he brings the phone to his ear looking at the clock. "Severus?.. Why are you calling, it's nearly ten.." Lucius mutters as he soon recalls the end of their discussion after the meeting.

With the phone cord strung to the sofa, Severus sits in the dim lighting of the living room of his private quarters, feeling guilty for caving in. "I need to see you.." he admits, feeling disappointed at how needy he sounds. Letting out a sigh, Lucius looks towards the messy linen on his bed, shaking off the previous feeling of making love with Narcissa moments ago. "Are you certain Severus.. we did not end on particularly good terms early today.." he asks cautiously. Gripping the phone as his gaze falls out the nearest window, partially covered by a heavy black curtain, Severus nods. "I am certain.. at the gate.. just outside of the Owlery.." he mutters as he fidgets with a tassel attached to a pillow resting beside him. Unable to suppress a small smile, Lucius nods as well "I will be there shortly, my love.." he rings softly before hanging up.

Quickly getting into appropriate attire to leave the house, Lucius is in such a rush, he forgets practically anything extra regarding his attire. Tugging on a pair of trousers, a simple button up and a coat before he whisks his way out of his room, snuffing a few candles before hand. As the room lay still without his presence, a few moments later, Narcissa returns to the room with a polite knock. "Lucius? I.. I was pondering on your offer and.." trailing off as she enters the now dimly lit room, she frowns in confusion. Seeing the bed empty and the candles within the bathroom still lit, Narcissa approaches the bathroom like a moth drawn to a flame. Creaking open the door her confusion grows seeing the freshly drawn bath, steam still emanating from the water "Lucius?.." she beckons softly.

To Be Continued...