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Advent Drabble #8: Fic, Wedding Dress

Title: Wedding Dress
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 825
Pairings: Narcissa/Blaise's mom; implied Lucius/Narcissa
Warnings: infidelity, breathplay
Summary: Narcissa Malfoy stood like a doll at the threshold of the room, her long blond hair let loose in ringlets today, pink lips pursed to hide a grin.
Notes: Happy holidays, woldy!!! You asked for "Narcissa/Blaise's mom, chaise lounge" and I actually had fun with this! xD I named her "Agnese" because I thought it suited her. Be gentle; this is my first ever femslash!
Thanks to noeon for beta'ing. *squeeze*


Wedding Dress


Agnese Zabini clapped her hands. Two house-elves scattered at her feet, scrambling to get her laced into her dress. She had gained several pounds in the years since the war, but she would be maddened if she was unable to fit into the simple, white gown with lace hugging the bodice.

"Tighter," she snapped.

"Yes, tighter, of course!" one house-elf squeaked, fighting with the corset's string to lace her up. The little creature had to climb atop a nearby chaise to reach the small of her back.

A long, dull bell sounded three times, and Agnese glanced towards the entrance to the boudoir. A tight smile itched at the corners of her fine, crimson lips, and she smacked the house-elves away with a swat of well-manicured fingertips.

"Go tend to the door," she cooed, almost lovingly. "And leave me in peace."

The house-elves were gone before she turned to face the full-length mirror. Elegantly squeezed into the soft lace and fluid silk of the gown, Agnese admired herself. One dark hand lifted to trace the swell of her breasts—fastened in so tightly it was somewhat hard to breathe—while the other moved down over the curve of her wide hips. She cringed at the sight of a wrinkle that showed where she had gained her weight and made a silent vow to stop accepting gifts from potential suitors; clearly, the chocolate and champagne diet was not for her. At least not always.

A second face appeared in the mirror's reflection, peeking into the room from the doorway. The face was pale, puckered, and upturned in the most beautiful ways. Narcissa Malfoy stood like a doll at the threshold of the room, her long blond hair let loose in ringlets today, pink lips pursed to hide a grin.

"I thought it was your son's wedding, not yours," Narcissa said coolly, covering her lips to further hide the sneer. "You look ridiculous, Agnese; what on earth are you doing? I do hope you aren't planning another wedding of your own—what sort of man wants to be your eighth unfortunate accident?"

Agnese was both appalled and amused. She settled on an expression that gave nothing away and merely beckoned Narcissa in. "Close the door, Cissy darling, and come and finish lacing me in."

Narcissa nodded, settling her fine fur cloak and effects on the desk. The door was closed and locked, and Narcissa moved silently to her task, cold fingers brushing Agnese's dark skin before they gripped the strings of the corset and gave a yank.

Agnese sucked in a breath and wavered under Narcissa's strength. "How is Lucius?"

Narcissa pulled so tight Agnese thought her ribs might crack. But her whisper barely gave any agitation or discomfort away. "Alive," Narcissa said. "And Blaise?"

"Out on a bachelor's romp in Paris," Agnese said dully. "No doubt ruining his perfect marriage by impregnating whores. And Draco?"

"Happy in his own marriage and expecting a child in the coming months."

Agnese scoffed. "Draco Malfoy, a father." She turned sharply and caught Narcissa's hands. "How old does that make us, my darling?" With her free hand, she traced Narcissa's sharp jawline, down the fragile column of her white neck.

"Old enough to know better, Agnese," Narcissa said sharply, pulling herself away. "On your knees. Let's do this properly."

With some trepidation, Agnese dropped to her knees and braced her hands on the chaise. She knew what was coming, how it would feel against her flesh, and yet it still caught her off guard as Narcissa's heel pressed into her spine, the toe of her expensive, designer shoes digging into her back. Narcissa grabbed the laces again, with both hands, and used her foot as added leverage to yank and pull and tighten, until Agnese was sobbing quietly in pain and exhaustion.

"Enough!" she whispered, faintly blue at the mouth.

But Narcissa pulled tighter. Agnese felt the familiar warmth spreading down between her legs. They both knew how easy it was for her to get off on the pain, the severity of Narcissa's sharp tugs. If it wasn't the lace of a bodice, it was a ribbon around her neck or a balled-up stocking in her mouth; their little dalliances were never the same twice, but Narcissa always remained poised and pristine, while Agnese came undone.

"Please, that's enough," Agnese called again, her body unbearably close to climax.

Narcissa let go and removed her foot. She offered a hand to help Agnese up. Wavering, Agnese fell into Narcissa's arms and began to litter her mouth with wordless kisses. Narcissa was bitter and cold against her, but her mouth gave way and her perfect lips parted slowly. When Agnese had had her fill, she collapsed onto the chaise, breathing sharply. Narcissa bent over her, petting the cleavage that nearly spilled out of the gown.

"Is this your wedding dress, Agnese?"

Agnese laughed breathlessly. "Oh, of course not. I burned all of mine. This is Maria's."

"Blaise's fiancé?" Narcissa asked, smirking. "You are a tart, my darling. We'd better get it off your lovely body, before you soil it."

Heat rose into Agnese's cheeks. "What makes you think—"

But Narcissa's fingers were already underneath the dress, probing.

"I can't breathe!" Agnese demanded pitifully, arching into Narcissa.

"This won't take but a minute," Narcissa said, kissing Agnese's cheek with a sneer that spoke volumes.

Comments

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woldy
Dec. 9th, 2009 12:03 am (UTC)
Oh my god, I think my brain has melted. Narcissa's sneer and her foot against Agnese's back to pull at the corset, and the way they talk about the boys... The way you build up to their breathplay is just perfect. I have no words! Thank you so so much <3 <3 <3
snarkyscorp
Dec. 12th, 2009 08:24 am (UTC)
You are so so so soooo welcome! I was super nervous about this pairing (and femslash in general) but once I thought up the corset stuff, I was so game. *huggles* happy holidays, sweet! Love that I got to know you this year. <3
woldy
Dec. 13th, 2009 06:52 pm (UTC)
I'm really glad that I got to know you too & not just because you're such a fabulous writer! *hugs*

I seriously love the dynamic between them here - Narcissa being almost contemptuous of Agnese and yet we know she keeps coming back over the years & they always do something slightly different. The hints about Agnese's husbands are great too & just enough to keep one wondering about how the breathplay & her games with Narcissa fit into that. I'm going to keep coming back to this :-)
sevillagranada
Dec. 9th, 2009 01:54 am (UTC)
Oooh, they're both so evil! And Narcissa is a true Malfoy :) The dialogue was perfect -- amazing job!
snarkyscorp
Dec. 12th, 2009 08:24 am (UTC)
Oh, thank you so much!! I got a bit wrapped up in Agnese, and I think Narcissa did too. ;D
tray_la_la
Dec. 9th, 2009 04:08 am (UTC)
would you think it strange if i told you you're my hero? :D seriously, i am so impressed by your willingness to take on rare pairs in the most extreme sense of the term, and your ability to make them gripping and beautiful. this was so lovely - and omg WELCOME TO FEMMESLASH LAND!! :DDD

i loved these lines in particular:

Agnese scoffed. "Draco Malfoy, a father." She turned sharply and caught Narcissa's hands. "How old does that make us, my darling?" With her free hand, she traced Narcissa's sharp jawline, down the fragile column of her white neck.

"Old enough to know better, Agnese," Narcissa said sharply, pulling herself away. "On your knees. Let's do this properly."


guh, fabulous. so much there.

Agnese felt the familiar warmth spreading down between her legs. They both knew how easy it was for her to get off on the pain, the severity of Narcissa's sharp tugs. If it wasn't the lace of a bodice, it was a ribbon around her neck or a balled-up stocking in her mouth; their little dalliances were never the same twice, but Narcissa always remained poised and pristine, while Agnese came undone.

*flails* fjklsfjk! i LOVE the idea of them never doing the same thing twice. as though their relationship is spontaneous yet predictable in it spontaneity. genius, darling.

Edited at 2009-12-09 04:09 am (UTC)
snarkyscorp
Dec. 12th, 2009 08:27 am (UTC)
Oh gosh. Where to begin with this lovely comment that made my day????

i am so impressed by your willingness to take on rare pairs in the most extreme sense of the term

I am really excited by rarepairs. I don't know what it is, because most of the time, there's absolutely no acclaim for super rarepairs, but I guess it stems from *ME* liking really rare things and knowing that if someone likes it and someone else is willing to write/draw it, that makes the person's life much better. I love being challenged too. I signed up for drapery_snarco last year and hd_holidays this year to challenge myself out of the norm, and both worked out so, so well.

So thank you thank you thank you! *hugs tightly* I always get excited to read your comments, because you're such an insightful, intelligent, kinky, awesome person. <3
tray_la_la
Dec. 12th, 2009 02:56 pm (UTC)
*squishes you* ♥
kellychambliss
Dec. 9th, 2009 06:30 am (UTC)
I stopped in from woldy's rec, and am I glad I did.

This is without question the most blazing hot piece of PG-13 I've ever read. Narcissa and Agnese are just pitch-perfect, their edgy relationship as tightly-wound and breath-taking as Agnese's corset. It's like smutty acupuncture or something -- each little prick and jab so exquisitely placed. And I love the hints of Agnese's history of murder accidents. "How's Lucius?" "Alive." Haha.

My favorite line: but Narcissa always remained poised and pristine, while Agnese came undone


snarkyscorp
Dec. 12th, 2009 08:29 am (UTC)
This is without question the most blazing hot piece of PG-13 I've ever read

LOL! Can you tell I normally write NC-17???

Thank you so very much for thise lovely comment. I adored the hints of Agnese's "accidents" in the books, so I had to draw that in. And bwahahaa yeah Narcissa is like, "siiiiigh yeah Lucius' still kickin". <3
dramedy
Dec. 9th, 2009 06:49 am (UTC)
oh wow. just. wow. that was delightful and fantastic and so erotic and wow. just wow. I love the build up, Cissy's coldness, the breath play. omg.

<3!
snarkyscorp
Dec. 12th, 2009 08:29 am (UTC)
LMFAO @ YOUR ICON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh, Kirk. Stop watching Spock undress and you won't have this problem.

Ehem. Thank you! <3333
nuclearsugars
Dec. 9th, 2009 07:37 am (UTC)
UM UM UM UM WHY HAVEN'T YOU STARTED WRITING FEMMESLASH EARLIER? I feel as if I have been robbed from delicious smut! This is 20 different kinds of fabulous darling, with the way Narcissa is just in utter control. And Agnese wearing her soon to be daughter-in-law's wedding dress? Priceless.
snarkyscorp
Dec. 12th, 2009 08:30 am (UTC)
haha I get too bogged down by female terminology. I write "cunt" and then cringe. Then try "vagina" and laugh. And then "rich, velvety folds" and just get turned on.

But maybe more femslash is to come. This was oddly not as bad as I thought it'd be. xD Actually there will be more femslash tomorrow!!! For my Advent drabble. <3
arobynsung
Dec. 9th, 2009 09:24 am (UTC)
That was incredible.

I'm still trying to figure out how you managed a pg-13 rating out of this one with how lightheaded I'm feeling.

I must beg you to post at hp_diversity. It fits the monthly challenge perfectly.
snarkyscorp
Dec. 12th, 2009 08:31 am (UTC)
Thank you so much, hon! I xposted over at hp_diversity -- such an awesome comm I've heard so much about, and how odd that my fic just happened to fit the challenge!!
arobynsung
Dec. 12th, 2009 05:31 pm (UTC)
I'm glad you did. This was one of the hottest things I've read in a while. Loved your characterization of Mrs. Zabini.
ozma_katiebell
Dec. 9th, 2009 08:17 pm (UTC)
Wow
snarkyscorp
Dec. 12th, 2009 08:31 am (UTC)
haha I hope that's a good wow and not a bad... <3
miss_morland
Dec. 9th, 2009 10:26 pm (UTC)
Wow, this is awesome! Love the snark, and the hints of their complicated relationship -- lots of stuff going on there. Great piece. :-)
snarkyscorp
Dec. 12th, 2009 08:32 am (UTC)
Thank you so very much <3
therealsnape
Dec. 10th, 2009 03:44 pm (UTC)
And this was PG-13? Good heavens *fans flushed face*.
I loved the 'accidents' and the sharp heels and the bodice ...
Great job.
snarkyscorp
Dec. 12th, 2009 08:32 am (UTC)
LOL Everyone keeps asking about that PG-13 rating....but I swear, there's nothing that warrants NC-17 or R, right? Maybe her heaving bosom...but not really. xD

Thanks so much for the comment <3
sophinisba
Dec. 11th, 2009 10:14 pm (UTC)
This is fantastic.
snarkyscorp
Dec. 12th, 2009 08:33 am (UTC)
Thanks!
lokifan
Dec. 13th, 2009 04:09 pm (UTC)
So hot and lovely! I liked that she's aging but still having hot sex, and "On your knees. Let's do this properly." was hot as hell!
snarkyscorp
Dec. 13th, 2009 06:48 pm (UTC)
xD Old people can totally get it on as well! <33 Thanks for the lovely comment. ;D
eisdamme
Aug. 4th, 2010 12:29 pm (UTC)
Late to the party, but...
...this is amazing.
snarkyscorp
Aug. 4th, 2010 03:21 pm (UTC)
Re: Late to the party, but...
Oooh thank you! :) Did you find it via hp_darkfest? I'm really hoping someone picks it up to continue the story. I don't have time, but Agnese grew on me quite badly.
dexstarr
Aug. 11th, 2010 04:46 am (UTC)
Read this because I've been going through the prompts for hp_darkfest and damn. I love love love your Narcissa. So in control, just yum.

Amazing line: Narcissa said sharply, pulling herself away. "On your knees. Let's do this properly."
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