The Fear of a Simple Storm

"Comfort"

Lucius was shaking. The thunder was rolling violently and the lighting came right after. Narcissa was in the bath and he knew better than to bother her, but at this point, he needed comfort. After his time in Azkaban, Lucius developed a great fear of storms. The only one who knew of this fear was Cissa and she was also the only one who could make him feel better. Lucius couldn't wait anymore. A tear was streaming down his face as the anxiety began to rise. He slowly made his way to the bathroom door. Before he turned the handle, a few more tears fell down his cheek.
Lucius turned the golden handle and slowly started to open the door. He made sure to close the door so no one could hear there conversation, as the room was sound proof, and made his way to the stool beside the large claw foot bath tub.
"Cissa?" Lucius hoarsely whispered.
"Lucius, what do you-" Narcissa started but couldn't finish, as Lucius started hysterically shaking at the sound of another rumble of thunder.
"Aww darling, what's wrong, is it the storm? Is that what's bothering you?" Narcissa asked in a sugar sweet voice you would use on a child.
Lucius could only nod, because if he spoke, a sob would escape his soft lips. Malfoy's should not cry, but sobbing is obviously something forbidden. Lucius leaned his head to rest it on Narcissa's shoulder. She could feel him shaking on her velvety skin. "What should I do, my love?" Cissa asked in a very concerned manner. Lucius didn't answer. He had no idea how to answer that question. He had no idea how this beautiful goddess in front of him could help calm his nerves! All of a sudden, a soft hand started to caress his shoulder and he felt smooth lips kiss the top of his head. Lucius's nerves started to calm as his wife's delicate hands continued to massage his shoulders. That was the last thing he remembered before he fell asleep.