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"Good evening, darling," Narcissa Malfoy greeted her husband as she entered his study. She was not at all surprised to find him at his desk, sorting through various papers and looking very stressed. Since Voldemort’s defeat two years before, he had been working to regain the family’s reputation and respect amongst their peers. Luckily, he had provided important information to the Resistance for the final year of the War so he and the family had escaped relatively unharmed. Lucius, however, saw it differently.


He saw the Malfoy name being whispered about, with just reason considering his involvement with Voldemort for over a decade, and he was determined to once again be an esteemed member of the community. Narcissa honesty didn’t understand why her husband was so fixated, having heard the whispers regarding her family and Dark Magic since she was a child, knowing full well that Lucius had never particularly cared before what people said about them as long as he had a position of power and the family was safe and healthy.


As it was, their son was happier than ever before, marrying the girl he loved and doing wonders in removing the dark cloud from the Malfoy name by choosing a Muggleborn as his bride. Perhaps that was why Lucius was so determined to prove the family’s worth, a bit jealous that his son had been one of the heroes of the War and was now married to one of the most respected witches of his generation.


Narcissa had not been pleased when she had first learned of Draco’s affair with Hermione Granger, not only a Muggleborn but best friend of Harry Potter himself. Her opinion had gradually changed once she had met the girl that had stolen her son’s heart and realized that her beliefs about Muggles were not entirely valid. It also helped that Hermione was devoted to her son and loved him completely, that alone winning her over because she truly wanted her son to be happy. Narcissa now considered her daughter-in-law to be her only close friend besides her husband and son. Considering how distant Lucius had been recently, she had been spending more and more time with her son and his young wife.


They were dears and didn’t complain, but she knew they wanted to be alone to enjoy their new life together and were just too polite to ask her to find a hobby or make new friends. It had only really gotten lonely the last six months, since Lucius had assumed a position at the Ministry and devoted most of his spare time to his responsibilities there, having little time left for her. She missed him, missed their conversations, missed spending hours in bed just enjoying one another. After twenty-four years of marriage, she still loved Lucius and still loved making love with him. She sighed softly as she looked at him, noticing that he was still buried in his papers, not even looking up to greet her.


"I’ve brought you something in case you get hungry later," the blonde witch moved towards his desk, her long hair falling over her bare shoulder as she placed a cup of tea before him complete with biscuits. He had missed dinner while working on a project so she thought she would bring him something to eat before she went upstairs to read. After putting the plate and cup down, she leaned over and brushed her lips against his forehead, "I’m going upstairs, Lucius. Do try to get some sleep this evening."


"Of course, Narcissa," Lucius replied, looking up to give her a brief smile before returning to his work. The smile froze on his handsome face, his gray eyes widening as he looked at his wife, his eyes moving over her slender frame. "What in the Hell are you wearing?"


"They’re called blue jeans, dear," Narcissa informed him loftily, "I purchased them while shopping with our daughter-in-law this afternoon in Muggle London. They really are quite comfortable."


"They’re obscene!" Lucius said sharply, his eyes moving over the lithe form of his wife, noting the way the fabric of the Muggle garments molded her soft curves, causing her legs to appear even longer than they all ready were. Even at forty-three, his wife had a gorgeous figure, her arse looking delectable in the tight Muggle material. He felt his cock begin to react, especially as his eyes moved higher, noticing the clingy shirt that was displaying far too much tempting flesh. Her breasts were full and round and practically falling out of the insufficient material across her chest. Merlin, she had the most beautiful shoulders and neck, his eyes blazing a heated path along the contours of her body.


"They are not obscene!" Narcissa snapped, her blue eyes narrowing, "I happen to think that I look fetching. In fact, I received several appreciative glances from various men today."


"What?" Lucius snarled, his gray eyes darkening to a stormy shade when he heard that strange men, Muggle men to make it even worse, had been ogling his wife.


"It was rather nice having men notice how I look," Narcissa continued, "when have you ever paid attention to what I was wearing? Unless I was laying on your desk amidst your papers, you wouldn‘t even notice if I was here or not. Do enjoy your work, darling. I'm going to bed!"


Narcissa didn’t even bother giving him a polite smile as she turned to leave, her eyes angry at his insulting words regarding her Muggle clothing. Hermione had assured her she looked smashing, and Narcissa had been rather pleased with the way the clothing fit, preferring it over the voluminous robes she usually wore. She had hoped that Lucius might notice the new clothing and have a favorable reaction, instead he had sneered and called it obscene. She should have known that he would hate the Muggle clothes. She had only taken a few steps when she felt a hand grip her upper arm. She was roughly pulled backwards, gasping in surprise when she felt the desk behind her. "Lucius, what is the meaning…" the remainder of her words were caught by his lips crashing down upon hers.


"So bloody beautiful," Lucius whispered against her lips, his eyes looking into hers as he smiled wickedly. His large hands moved over her breasts, watching her face react to his touch, wondering how he could have neglected her these last few months. He leaned forward and shoved everything off his desk, lifting her until she was sitting on the desk. With a devilish smile, he purred, "I’m hungry, darling."


Narcissa moaned as Lucius began to lick her neck, his hands caressing her breasts through the thin fabric of the Muggle shirt. She made a mental note to tell Hermione that the blue jeans had definitely caught Lucius’ attention, as the younger woman had assured they would after muttering something about like father, like son with an impish smile. She leaned back on the desk, resting on her elbows, her eyes watching Lucius kiss his way down her body. She mewed when his lips attacked her breasts, his tongue dampening the cotton, his teeth scraping against her hard nipples. Her hands tangled in his hair as he ripped her shirt, arousal spreading over her at the rough act from the Pureblood wizard. He smirked at her before his lips caught her nipple, his tongue flicking the hardened nub, his left hand moving down her stomach towards the waist of her jeans.


With an annoyed growl, he raised his head and looked down, "How do you unfasten these bloody things?"


Narcissa smiled at his handsome face, finding the pout on his lips rather sexy on the forty-six year old man. She moved her fingers down her chest, teasing him a bit before she unbuttoned the Muggle jeans. He watched her fingers, gripping her wrist and holding it against the desk as his other hand moved between her stomach and the Muggle fabric, his fingers brushing against her swollen clit. He growled again as he glared at the offensive Muggle jeans. They were impeding his seduction of his wife. Lucius removed his wand from the pocket of his robe, quickly casting a charm and removing the alluring but cumbersome material. With a wicked smile, he lowered his head swiftly and buried his face between her legs, his tongue teasing her, tasting her sweet essence as she whimpered above him. Her fingers tangled in his long blond hair, urging him closer. His fingers slid inside her, crooking and hitting the exact spot that caused her to moan with pleasure, his hair brushing against her thighs as his right hand moved behind her to squeeze her arse.


"Please," Narcissa begged, drawing her bottom lip into her mouth as he laughed huskily. She felt his warm breath on her clit, his tongue teasing her, his eyes looking into hers. He used to be like this, passionate and forceful yet gentle, they’d make love constantly, anywhere they pleased, having christened all of the rooms at the Manor during their first months of marriage. He used to be a lot of things, just as she used to be different than the woman she had become. They had lost this passion somewhere amidst the War and his determination to succeed, but it looked like they were getting it back. Merlin, all thanks to a pair of Muggle trousers!


"I love it when you beg for me," Lucius licked his lips as he stood up, removing his robe and unfastening his shirt and pants. He stroked his cock, readying himself for her, thinking that she looked absolutely beautiful laying naked on his desk with wetness dripping from between her thighs and her nipples hard and wet from his tongue, her eyes aroused and desperate, her lips swollen from his kisses, her hair disheveled and surrounding her beautiful face. He moved back between her legs, pulling her across the desk towards him. Her right leg went around his waist as her left rested on his shoulder. She fell back against the desk, her full breasts teasing him as she urged him to take her. He smiled lovingly at his ravishing wife as he thrust into her, sinking completely inside her wetness. He began to move, listening to the sounds of their ragged breathing, leaning down and kissing her, his hair falling across her chest and brushing against her nipples.


He fucked her hard, his hands bruising as he kneaded her pale flesh, her fingernails scraping his back, digging into his skin as they moved together. Too soon, he felt his release nearing. It had been too long, he felt like such a fool for allowing himself to be preoccupied with work and reputation and ignoring his gorgeous wife. No more. He had learned his lesson, hearing of her flirting with Muggles, wearing those form-fitting garments and baring her shoulders for all to see. His hand moved between them, twisting her clit with enough pressure that she tightened her muscles around him, whimpering his name as she came, her body arching off his desk and her fingers sinking deep enough into his back to draw blood. He grunted as he came, continuing to thrust into her until he was completely spent. "I love you, Narcissa," he whispered against her neck once he could catch his breath, looking at her and preparing to apologize for the last few months.


Her finger brushed against his lips before he could say anything else. She smiled, "I love you, Lucius. No apologies are needed."


"I don’t deserve you," Lucius informed her sincerely.


"Of course you don’t, darling," Narcissa laughed, "but you’ve got me anyway."


"Damn right," Lucius smirked, his hands moving possessively over her body.


"Darling," Narcissa smiled wickedly as she licked her bottom lip in a teasing manner, "do you wish to see what else I purchased today?"


"I do hope there are no more of those blue jean garments," Lucius arched a brow, his lips curving into a sexy smile when he saw the desire still present in her blue eyes.


"No," Narcissa moved her fingers down his chest, "I bought several things from a Muggle shop called Victoria’s Secret. Very risqué and naughty, I’m afraid. Perhaps I shouldn’t show you after all, since the blue jeans caused such a," her lips curved into a satisfied smile, "violent reaction."


"Teasing wench," Lucius growled as he swept her off the desk and tossed her over his shoulder, oblivious to their nudity as he carried her out of his office, his hand swatting her bare backside when she giggled at his actions. "I want to see everything you bought, my dear, because I plan to remove them all from that heavenly body of yours."


*The End*