Lucius let his hand fall into her hair the minute her chin came to rest of him. He ran his fingers through it as his began to slow from its heaving state. His body was still recovering as waves of gratification crashed upon him, mixed in with the tiredness only this could bring. But he wasn’t sleepy, no, far from, he was alive and awake, as every set of nerves within him was just burning. She wouldn’t know the affect she’d had, she’d possibly think it was normal, but he knew otherwise. Or maybe it was normal, maybe this was how it felt to be with someone you cared for, to have your body still ache for them, even though they were barely inches from you, still touching you.
He smiled at her, tilting his head on the pillow as he looked at her, wondering the source of change in her stare. His hand left her hair, and moved across for his wand. He summoned a small silver case from the back of his trousers which were discarded somewhere on the floor, tangled in a heap with her clothes. He clicked open the small case, never taking his eyes from her a removed a cigarette. Cliché, sure, but that was what his body craved, especially now, to calm itself, or he would risk letting things out that should stay in. At least for now.
He brought it to his lips, lit it carefully, his eyes finally leaving hers as it did it, and inhaled slowly and deeply. It seemed to calm his exhausted body, but nothing could fill that ache like she could. He knew that now. He disliked that he needed another person as much as he needed himself, but that was the price he paid for her, and perhaps he’d known that from the start, given how she had captivated him with ease. He passed the cigarette from his lips, and held it in front of her lips should she need it as he did. “We should go somewhere,” he breathed as his free hand tucked brushed hair from her face, tucking it behind her ear, and delighting in touching that skin. “Just you and I, and the expanse of the world.” Did it matter that his left forearm was burning with the responsibility it would soon have tattooed on it. No. His freedom did not end there.
Lucinda tucked one arm under her and walked two fingers from the other hand up his stomach and over his chest. She wore a simple, blissful smile on her lips. Her eyes were on her hand as she ran her index finger over the perimeter of his lips then tapped his nose once. She rested her palm against his cheek. “Like Spain.” She met his gaze and her lips stretched a little further. Lucy’s lashes fluttered slightly as she was suddenly filled with an urge to kiss him. It wasn’t the first time it had happened but it was so completely random. The need for his lips to be on hers, his arms around her, wrapping her in a warm embrace, a safe cocoon. She felt her fingers start to tremble as she played with the hair at the nape of his neck. She accepted the cigarette and took a drag, stretching her arm out to place it in the ashtray on his nightstand a moment later.
Lucy cleared her throat quietly against the sudden lump that formed there and let smoke drift slowly from between her lips. When she met his gaze again it occurred to her what exactly was happening inside of her. She laughed quietly, the light returning to her crystal blues. She lifted herself up on her hands and knees and crawled up until they were face to face. The blanket had fallen off of her thin frame when she’d lifted up so as she lowered her full weight on him, sliding her arms under his head so they were wrapped tightly around his neck, there was nothing concealing her. She felt his arms encircle her small waist and she rolled until they were both laying on their sides wrapped in each other.
She extracted one of her arms from around his neck and spread her fingers against his jaw. Her voice was in a whisper when she spoke but only to not disrupt the comfortable silence around them. “Do you remember,” she traced her finger over his lips, watching it with a smile, “When I told you I was excellent at reading people?” The memory seemed so recent, but it was almost a year ago at that point. Still, she remember the smell of cigarettes, spicy cologne, and the familiar dusty Hogwarts sheets. The way they laid side-by-side as any two friends would. "I’ll tell you a secret if you tell me one." And that’s where it started. “I’m excellent at reading people,” she had told him, "But most people, especially the ones I am around most of the time, like to keep their private thoughts… private. So I’ve learned to keep my mouth shut." It was true. She looked up, meeting his gaze. While there was mostly adoration in her eyes, there was also an obvious hint of knowing. She waited, wasting no words.
I’m so so so sorry for not being on as much as I usually am. School’s just started and it’s blocked me up with a LOT of homework. I’ll try to be on as soon as I can.
Loovee you guys!
ME TOO GURL.
Glad there’s SOMEONE I’m not leaving hanging. Totally take your time. Although half of rp!tumblr would disagree with me… school comes first. <3
There’s something blonde and marginally unbalanced I’m used to having curled around me most evenings that seems to be missing. Where could she be?
Marginally unbalanced? Should I be insulted?
Ludo and Lucinda waiting to meet a few more friends for dinner
Taken by Narcissa, who had failed to get Lucius to join the picture