Obligations

Ella's eyes were clamped tightly shut as she and Lucius zoomed toward their destination. She had always hated Apparating. It tended to give her terrible migraines. Finally, she felt her feet hit the ground. She opened her eyes and looked around. They were in a gigantic luxury suite. She stared around in awe, then realized that she was still grasping Lucius' arm. She blushed and quickly let go, and walked around, taking in her new surroundings. The suite was breathtaking. The ceiling was high-vaulted. All the walls were a creamy white, and a large fireplace stood in the center of the room, complete with a roaring fire. The bed was a four-poster canopy bed, dressed in silver and green silk sheets and a velvet and goosedown comforter. Two French doors opened into a large balcony. Ella stepped out and gazed around. The setting sun illuminated the lush English countryside.

"It's quite breathtaking, isn't it?" came a quiet voice behind her. Ella jumped and turned around, coming face to face with her husband, who was looking extra handsome in the warm light of the sun. He walked forward to stand next to her, his eyes still on the sight before them.

"I'd thought you would appreciate this. I've frequented this hotel on numerous business trips and it's become a favorite of mine. Of course, I've never stayed in the Honeymoon Suite before," he added. The first stars were starting to appear in the west and a chilly breeze began to blow. Goosebumps made their way up Ella's arms and she rubbed them for warmth. She realized she was still in her strapless wedding gown.

"Let's go inside, it's getting cold," she muttered. Lucius nodded, and followed her inside.

"Your trunks have already arrived," he informed her and gestured toward her bags by the foot of the bed. "As have the wedding gifts." Ella walked toward the mountain of gifts, glancing at the tags to see whom they were from. She spotted a tag that read "To Ella, Love Samantha." She smiled at the thought of her dearest friend, and picked up the gift. It was a light box.

"Hmmmm. It feels like clothes," she guessed. Lucius said nothing, but simply watched her open the gift. No sooner had she lifted the lid than a golden light enveloped her, blinding the two of them for a moment. When it faded, Ella was shocked to find herself in a green nightie, made of the softest silk, with thin straps and a nearly sheer fabric. Lucius' eyes went wide at the sight of his wife's lovely figure wrapped in Slytherin colors. The nightgown's neckline went very low, giving him a very nice view.

"What the...?" Ella muttered, taken aback at this very odd gift. She picked the box off of the floor and found a note inside, which read:

Dear Ella,

I asked Hermione about what to get you for your wedding present, and this is what we came up with. This special nightie has a spell on it. It won't come off until you are just about to shag dear ol' Lucius. Hope this motivates you a bit. Love, Sam

Ella stared at the letter in absolute shock and shoved the paper into Lucius' hands. She attempted to pull the nightgown over her head, but every time she tried, it would fly back into place. Lucius was reading the note with a look of great amusement, which only grew as he watched her struggle with the nightgown. Ella glared back at him.

"I rather like this girl. She thinks like a Slytherin," he smirked. He noticed his wife's indignant expression. "Well my dear, I suppose the only way to remove that little number is to do as the letter commands," he said, his voice quiet and his eyes full of lust. Ella seemed to have lost the use of her vocal cords.

"Yes, I suppose..." she croaked weakly. "But I think..." She was silenced when Lucius' cool lips covered hers. Suddenly, she forgot about the wretched nightgown, and returned the kiss. He was gentle and inviting and his arms pulled her closer, their bodies fitting together perfectly. His tongue slipped past her lips and began to swirl around her own. Suddenly, she was lifted gently on to the bed. His lips left hers, and traveled down her neck. Ella leaned her head back and closed her eyes, her hands resting on Lucius' shoulders. Lucius pulled back and moved down, taking the hem of her nightgown and pulling it over her head smoothly, then tossing it aside. He smirked at Ella.

"Well, that was easy," he grinned, and looked down at his now naked wife. She was beautiful and perfect. He leaned down and kissed her again, a little rougher. Ella's hands began to undo his necktie and unbutton his shirt. She threw his shirt and tie, then moved to his pants. She unzipped them seductively, looking deep into Lucius' eyes. Finally, she took his rather humorous green and silver boxers and threw them into their pile of discarded clothing. Lucius grinned again at his wife. His hands moved to her breasts and earned him a groan from Ella, who held tightly to him, her arms around his neck. Lucius pulled back again, and looked down at his wife. Her eyes were shut tightly, her swollen red lips slightly parted. Grinning mischievously, he lowered his mouth to her breasts, and began to pleasure her with his tongue. Ella whimpered in pleasure. No man had ever touched her in this way. He switched back and forth between breasts, and Ella's breathing began to become rushed. Lucius continued his administrations, and kissed and licked his way down her belly, to her warm center. At the sight of her, he became aroused himself. He lowered his mouth to her, then hit it, her most secret of places.

"Lucius!" she gasped again, breathing heavily, chest heaving up and down, slick with sweat.

"Please...please Lucius," she pleaded. Lucius was breathing erratically now as well. Ella looked up at him.

"Is...is it going to hurt?" she breathed, her lust now tinged with a hint of fear.

" Yes, for a moment or two, but I promise, I'll be very gentle and it will subside," he assured her. She nodded and squeezed her eyes shut in preparation. Suddenly, they were one. Ella began to cry, but Lucius covered her mouth with his and gently muffled it. And then, it was over as quickly at it had begun, and the two sighed in pleasure. Lucius rolled over and lay down beside his wife. He pulled the satin sheets up over them, kissed Ella on the forehead, and together they fell asleep, wrapped in each other's arms.