The Oddest of Couples

Sensually rising from the chair, Narcissa Malfoy lazily sat down on the edge of the broad ebony desk before her. Sunlight poured in from the windows to her left, surrounding her in an ethereal corona of afternoon light.

"So we're alone," she murmured, shaking her silky hair back from her face, a seductive smile lifting her lips upwards.

The man seated at the desk leaned back in his chair, one arm propped on the arm, eyebrows rising as she crossed her legs slowly, the edge of her robes falling open to reveal black, stocking-clad legs.

If there was one thing that she knew how to do, a gift she which had been the thing to draw her rich husband to her, it was to take her already stunning looks and make them even more appealing, although it seemed an impossible feat.

"You are very observant, Mrs Malfoy," he noted, a lazy smirk lifting the corner of his lips. "We are, indeed, alone."

Spreading her hands on the surface of the desk, she studied him. "Surely you're not afraid of a Goblin invading this moment, lover," she remarked huskily. "And we know that he won't be back for some time."

"Yes." There was a chuckle. "I did give him quite a lot of paperwork to deal with, didn't I?"

Narcissa nodded, crooking a finger at him. "You are terrible," she said. "But I don't care about him now. I am only interested in a certain rogue before me and the distraction he is willing to provide."

"Distraction, dear one?"

"Mmm."

"What on earth could you mean by that?" There was an unmistakably playful note in his voice.

Her fingertips brushed the surface of the desk. "This wood does have a rather pleasant texture," she said coyly, gazing at him through her lashes. "I was wondering if you might like to touch it."

"There is something of a more interesting texture I wouldn't mind touching," he answered, eyes twinkling.

Narcissa half-pouted. "But the desk..."

"Dear one, you must realise that a desk in a Gringotts bank office is for one purpose," her companion replied heavily, rising to his feet and placing his hands on either side of her knees.

"Mmm-hmm?" Her hands rose from the wood and wandered up his chest. "And what is that?"

He looked down at them, then at her face. "I think you might be trying to distract me, Mrs Malfoy."

"Me?" Her eyes rounded in shock. "If I wanted to distract you, I would do..."

"Do what, Mrs Malfoy?"

Her lips touched briefly against his.

"That."

A brow rose. "That wasn't very distracting, Mrs Malfoy, and I would like to tell you what a desk is for."

Silvery-grey eyes gazed at him. "And what," she breathed, "is a desk, in a Gringotts bank office, for?"

Stepping forward, between her parted knees, he let one hand slip under her robes to caress her thigh, the other sliding over her hip and to the small of her back to pull her against him.

"It definitely would never be used for this," he answered, before kissing her.

Leaning back on the desk, one hand coming down to support herself as they sank back on the dark wood, Narcissa's other hand kneaded the back of her lover's neck, a sigh of pleasure escaping her.

It had truly been far too long since they had been allowed this kind of contact.

"When you say it wouldn't be used for this," she said softly, as he drew back from her lips, bracing himself over her with one hand. "What would you say to it being used for something like..." Her hand slipped between their bodies and he gave her a wolfish grin as she touched certain points of his familiar body through his robes and trousers. "This?"

"I'm sure the Goblins would have a heart attack if they saw that," he admitted, his hand roaming further up her thigh.

Loosening the thong tied at the base of his neck with nimble fingers, she smiled up at him as his glorious long hair cascaded around his shoulders and face.

He gave his head a toss, sending the strands flying, the sun catching them, making him look wilder and more beautiful than she could remember seeing him, reminding her briefly of the wild unicorns she had seen running free as a child.

"You know," Narcissa murmured, stroking his cheeks as he looked down at her again. "I don't believe we've ever made love in a bank office before. In a pub, yes. In your parents' bed, yes. But I don't think we ever quite reached here before."

"Usually, my dear one," he chuckled, lifting her hand to his lips and gently kissing her palm, "because you were so bloody impatient and we had to stop in the store cupboards or somewhere equally cramped."

"Like now?" she asked, raising herself a little from the surface of the desk and pulling his lips down on hers again.

Had her lover been able - or willing, for that matter, - to pull out of her embrace and break out of the passionate kiss they were sharing, he would most probably have agreed with her assessment of the situation.

However, at present, she was spread beneath him on a desk in an office in Gringotts in the middle of the day in full knowledge that their tryst could be shattered with the return of the third member of the group.

While he had to look professional to the wizarding world on the whole, he certainly wasn't going to pass up the opportunity to use this thoroughly marvellous desk and the woman currently sprawled over it while he had the chance.

Especially given the rather risqué circumstances they were in.

It really was far too kinky and tantalising a chance for him to ignore.

Merlin only knew what the Goblins would say if they accidentally wandered in.

One of Narcissa's slim hands started undoing the buttons of his shirt as he kissed his way down her graceful throat, a shiver running through him as her cool hands spread on the warm expanse of his bare chest.

"You could have warmed your hands up first," he muttered against her lips, which were parted lightly against his. Opening his hooded lids to gaze down at her, the impish twinkle in her grey eyes drew an almost instant smile from him.

"That would be no fun," she murmured, tracing a hand down his chest and stomach as their lips met again.

Her robes were pushed further up her thighs and a moan slipped from her lips to his as his hand slipped between her thighs.

"No knickers, Narcissa?" he remarked with a chuckle as she squirmed against his lazy fingers. "You were expecting this, weren't you?"

Grey eyes narrowed at him.

"Would you please stop talking and shag me?"

There was a chuckle from her lover. "Always happy to oblige a lady, you know," he replied, as she pushed stands of his hair back from his face. "Especially when she asks so nicely."

"If you don't hurry up, he'll get back before you even start."

He pressed down against her and she arched up, silently begging for his touch. "Would that be a bad thing?" he asked huskily, as their bodies finally came together, her fingers biting into his back.

One of those graceful hands slapped his back. "You know it would be!"

"Don't want to get caught, hmm?" he murmured, drawing her against him.

"It... would be rather..." Her breathing was becoming ragged as he nipped her throat lightly. "Difficult... to explain..."

"I'm sure he would...understand, dear one. After all," his eyes met hers. "You are a very beautiful woman."

"Smooth talker," she murmured into another kiss, her arms sliding around him.

Little was said after that, the lovers intently wrapped up in one another.

That is, until the door squeaked open and the couple on the desk both looked around in surprise at the figure standing in the door. The papers he had been carrying were liberally spilled all over the floor and his eyes were wide.

"I...er...excuse me..."

His face as red as his hair, Bill Weasley pulled back out of his office and slammed the door closed behind him.

Narcissa and Lucius Malfoy looked at one another.

Lucius was the first to start chuckling at the look on their banker's face, Narcissa's own silvery giggle mingling with his.

"The poor boy," he laughed.

"He should have knocked," Narcissa tried to say, her mirth overriding the words.

"It is his office, dear one."

"But still!"

Still chuckling, Lucius brought a hand up to frame his wife's face. "Perhaps we'd better finish here, dear one. We can continue this at home."

"You're no fun," Narcissa pouted, as he drew away from her body.

Lucius studied her from beneath half-closed lids. "In that case..." he drawled, pulling her to him.

And poor Bill Weasley was forced to avoid his office for another three hours.