[M] Legitimacy is for Chumps

[Tiberius Lestrange]

I'm just putting this in the [M] forum because 1) the past is super crowded and 2) we all know it's going to get there sooner rather than later. >.>

Tiberius had no particularly good reason to be in Spain, but he didn't really need one. It was only a week-end, so he didn't have to take any time from his work at the Ministry, and Antigone would hardly care where or why he'd gone. She might not have even noticed, if she decided to spend the week-end skulking around her room instead of being an adult.

The invitation had obstensibly been for tea, but of course Tiberius knew that when he received an invitation from Valeria, whatever was in the actual letter was of little consequence. She only wanted to see him, and, no matter what her letter might imply or state outright, she wanted to see him without the burden of her husband's company. He made arrangements accordingly. The flat he'd procured for his visit to Malaga was small but neatly furnished, situated on a tall hill and overlooking the town's famous castle from one set of windows, and the sea from the other. Not that he was sentimental about scenery, but he figured Valeria might be. He didn't know where she was staying, and didn't really intend to find out. The little outdoor market that she had asked to meet him at was only a short walk down the hill from where he was staying, so after he'd changed out of his damp, snow-doused suit and overcoat for something a little more weather-appropriate (while it was by no means warm, it was certainly not snowing here in Spain, and did not seem likely to), he walked casually down to the market, amusing himself by looking over some of the Muggle trinkets while he waited for her.

He noticed her hair first; the beautiful dark locks tumbling over her shoulders like a river. Valeria was the only woman who could make him wax poetic; she was light incarnate, she was his Goddess in flesh. Tiberius knew that his wife was pretty, but his cousin was the only woman he could ever claim to have been attracted to in anything beyond the rational, logical sense of comprehending that someone was or was not attractive.

She hadn't seen him yet, so Tiberius circled around and approached from behind her. "Fancy meeting such a vulnerable young woman in a place like this," he whispered with a sly smile when he was close enough to smell her hair. "What on Earth did he bring you to Spain for, anyway? They don't start killing bulls in the streets until the spring, do they?"

@'Valeria Greengrass'

  

[Valeria Greengrass]

It had been so long since she had enjoyed fully the presence of her cousin and the absence of her husband. She had somehow managed to convince Theseus to take a weekend and decompress as Valeria knew she could be particularly trying as a wife. Though a suggestion from Valeria was not one to be taken lightly, otherwise a hex could likely appear as quickly as a house elf with afternoon tea.

Tea, of course, was the cover-up that she had requested from Tiberius as she currently vacationed in Spain. Hardly overt but barely suggestive, the message was clear in its intent. Valeria wanted Tiberius. And hopefully she would get him alone in Spain where the weather was warm enough to make the young woman comfortable and not too warm or too cold (though the temperature still wasn't warm). It was just enough to knock the chill out of her bones from the general nuisance of winter back home.

The outdoor market was particularly quaint and charming although the vendors spoke in a tongue completely foreign to Valeria and they only talked money. Valeria also was not good at bargaining. It was a skill she was not used to using without a wand. The easy solution would be to just make the vendor give it to her, but it was this distraction that Valeria would end up in Azkaban for, surely.

She grabbed a loose curl that was draped over her shoulders and turned away, taking in the wares of other vendors, waiting for Tiberius to arrive. It was this absent minded thinking that caused a shiver once she heard his voice in her ear. Goosebumps rose up the back of her neck and a little smirk tugged at the corner of her mouth. "I was the one who suggested to come here, Tiberius," she said, voice rather cool but not condescending. "And I think I do know how to take care of myself. I am, after all, a Lestrange. Thank you for coming."

  

[Tiberius Lestrange]

Tiberius smirked when she replied that she knew how to take care of herself. Yes, she certainly did--he knew that for a fact, because he had been the one to teach her. He could still remember like yesterday when she'd come to him in the common room at Hogwarts, at midnight or close to it, and asked him to teach her what he knew of the dark arts. She could have asked the same of her father Lucius, and he would have taught her--and probably respected her more for the asking, as well. Maybe he wouldn't have married her off to a worthless cad like Theseus Greengrass. But Tiberius didn't regret that she'd come to him, instead. With everything that had happened between them now, of course, it made sense that she would feel more comfortable approaching him with such a subject than her father. Well, maybe comfort was the wrong word--even at the time, it had seemed that she was using her interest in the dark arts as a tool, a way to get close to him. A way to get what she wanted.

Such a Lestrange. That was simply something Antigone would never be. He was trying to mold her, to make her more into a wife worth of the title--but she could never be Valeria, or Tatiana--or even Cornelia or Seneca. 

"My pleasure, Miss Lestrange," he said, taking pleasure in using her maiden name. He only called her Mrs. Greengrass when he was trying to be distant, and he had no desire in playing games like that this weekend. He had come here for her, after all; there was no use in being falsely coy when she knew why he was here.

"I'd offer to escort you to someplace--more intimate," he said, teasingly. "But I wouldn't want to insult a strong, independent woman like yourself."

  

[Valeria Greengrass]

Valeria's cheeks flushed slightly. Tiberius made her feel like a little girl with a crush, but at the same time she was impassioned and hot. She could melt at his touch, and Tiberius being the only one responsible for making her feel such a way. She thought of their more intimate moments when he called her by her maiden name, and Valeria didn't even let her thoughts betray her.

"Dearest cousin," she started, "it would be an honor to be escorted by you, to any place you deem desirable."

Valeria positioned her arm in case he wanted to grab it whether for a stroll or side-along apparation. She did, however, flash a smile at her cousin. She was quite excited to be with him again, though she feared being too emotional at first might deter their meeting altogether. "I'm ready when you are."

  

[Tiberius Lestrange]

"Well," Tiberius said with a self-satisfied smirk. He wasn't usually one for flirting--at all--but he felt he was doing a pretty admirable job of it today. Maybe he was getting the hang of this human interaction thing--about ten years too late, sure, but even so. He'd never been inclined to try any harder than he had to at it in the past, and his inability to connect with other people had never kept him from getting what he wanted. He'd gotten Maggie Davis--as a play thing, a toy to break his virginity against--and then he'd moved on to the real prize, Valeria.

Tiberius went through phases where he thought Valeria was a foolish girl, caught up in her emotions and unable to get past some sort of childish obsession with him. He also went through phases where he was just as childishly obsessed with her; she was his goddess, his light, the embodiment of everything that was good not just in a woman, but in the world. He was firmly in the latter category today. He took her arm without another word, turning and leading her back the way he'd come.

The walk to his room was brief, but it seemed as though it took an unbearably long time. With every step Tiberius' agitation grew as he pictured all of the things he wanted to do to her--the sorts of things that Antigone didn't like to do, and probably never would. As they walked up the little hill, Tiberius laid his other hand over Valeria's arm as well, just to have more contact with her--then allowed the backs of his fingers to graze the edge of her breast, while he replayed memories of her naked body over and over in his mind.

After an agonizing stretch, they reached the door. Tiberius opened it for Valeria, the way a gentleman would, but she was no sooner through the door than he was on her, the sexual tension he'd built up during their walk coming to the forefront like the rush of a waterfall after a dam has just collapsed. The door swinging shut behind them, Tiberius grabbed Valeria's waist and pressed her up against the nearest wall. Without prelude or foreplay, he pressed his lips against hers with violent urgency. The kiss was long, passionate, and while it continued he allowed his hands to wander from her waist down to her skirts, ruffling through until he had gotten one hand beneath them and he could feel the curve of her calf beneath his fingers.

He broke the kiss by lightly biting her lower lip, and finally pulled away into a smirk, his face still pressed against hers. "I've missed you, Cousin."

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   Valeria Greengrass

[Valeria Greengrass]

Valeria's heart was racing. Its wild thumping against her rib cage surely gave away her excitement in anticipation of the situation. She was mad, surely, for no normal woman behaved this way, especially not with their cousin for purposes that Valeria and Tiberius had. 

He took her arm and started to lead her out of the quaint marketplace. His initial touch was electrifying. Tiberius' other hand soon joined his first. It was gentle, soft, but the graze against her breast was so light, just as electrifying as the initial touch if not more. Their pace to his room was brisk, purposeful, full of intent to make their travel time to their destination as short as possible. Upon approaching the door, Tiberius opened it in a rather gentlemanly gesture that brought a smile to one side of her mouth, a lopsided, coy grin even.

She had barely crossed the threshold when she heard the door click close and felt Tiberius grab her waist. In the blink of an eye, she was pressed against a wall, lips locked in a passionate kiss. He lifted her skirts and grabbed one leg. Tiberius had broken the kiss and all Valeria wanted was more. His words both comforted and stunned her. "I can tell," she said back, voice breathy.

They were so close now, Valeria was certain that he could feel her heart pounding in her chest. She had remembered that he did not like a lot of dialogue in their moments, so she decided to stay quiet as she went to kiss him again. She moved her hands to his neck, pausing briefly, only to eventually slide them slowly down his chest to his waist. She was smirking in her head. She missed him, too.

  

[Tiberius Lestrange]

Valeria's lips were on his again less than a minute after they'd broken away, and her hands soon followed. As she moved her fingertips from his neck down his chest and finally to his hips, little trails of sparks seemed to fall into their wake. This was so much better than it was with Antigone. When he'd first done this sort of thing, with Maggie Davis, he'd treated her the same way he'd treated the whores he'd come across later in life; roughly. He'd dominated the scene and left bruises in his wake. Her needs hadn't mattered a whit to him, nor had her feelings or her thoughts on anything. He just came and took what he wanted, and for some reason she kept coming back and asking him to do it again. Tiberius couldn't be so rough with Antigone. She was his wife; no matter how much he belittled her, or what happened in the privacy of their own home, he had to treat her with more respect than he had the whores like Maggie Davis. While Tiberius still took his pleasure with Antigone, it was... restrained. Muted.

But things with Valeria were different. The way her body moved against his was anything but subtle, and for some reason with her he didn't feel the same violence that he did with other women. He might have left a bruise or two on her before, but just because it had happened in the heat of the moment, not because he'd taken any pleasure in putting it there. Valeria was the only woman who, when he was with her, was just... enough for him. Just the two of them, and their naked bodies, stripped of artifice.

Tiberius had one hand cupping her breast now, the breast that had grown bigger with pregnancy as she'd carried his child to term. The other had slid up her thigh, pushing her petticoats higher until he was able to step towards her without treading on the hem of her skirts. With his feet just inside hers it was easy to push the skirts out of the way, bunched against her stomach, and press their hips together. He was already hard--had been since shortly after he'd taken her arm and started walking her up this way--and he pushed himself up against her, wanting her to feel the stiffness as they continued to kiss.

They were wearing and awful lot of clothes. Winter tended to do that.

Pulling away from the kiss with a slight nip at her lower lip, Tiberius turned his attention to her corset laces, using one hand and, when necessary, his teeth; his other hand was still rubbing at her thigh as he continued to grind his hips against hers.

  

[Valeria Greengrass]

Electricity in the intimate moment was something that Valeria didn't have with Theseus that she had with Tiberius. It was almost unfortunate that the illicit nature of their relationship had this level of influence over her. She thirsted for it and part of her feared that after Antigone gifted him a child that she wouldn't have any more of these moments with him. Even though she wanted them all the time.

She was not an active participant in her sexuality with her husband. She did as expected with Theseus. It wasn't an issue of morality with her. It was a matter of principle. With Tiberius, she was freer. There was still a tenderness to the passion that bubbled up inside her chest. Caught up in the moment, her fears and doubts were gone. Anticipation nearly consumed her as he pressed his hips against hers, showing off how hard he was. Her cheeks flushed. Even though she was no stranger to sex, this part always made her hot.

There was something thrilling about feeling and watching Tiberius pull at her clothes, her corset laces. Sure, they could easily be magicked off, but where was the build up, the fun even in taking the easy way out?

Eventually, she knew, he would work all her clothes off. Still, she took her hands, still near his waist, and tugged slightly, indicating that she was going to also, in some way, work his clothes off, too. The smirk that once rested only mentally was now playing on her features, her eyes, too, glinting with intent. She refrained, as if waiting for confirmation that she could continue. He was in charge. He was ultimately in control. And Valeria was okay with that. She just wanted to indulge her desires a little.

  

[Tiberius Lestrange]

Tiberius felt her hands on his shirt down where it met the waistband of his trousers, and squeezed her thigh encouragingly, even as she paused. He could feel the hesitation, but he could also feel that desire, just below the surface. With one of the last laces of her corset in between his teeth, he looked up at her, a wicked, teasing grin on his face. He raised an eyebrow, the body language equivalent of a dare.

The last of her corset strings undone, he let go of her thigh (for the moment, anyway), freeing his hand from her skirts so that he could use both hands to open her bodice up, prying apart the edges of the oyster shell to reveal the pearl beneath. Letting the corset fall away behind her, he moved his hands to her slender rib cage, then up to the soft curves of her breasts beneath the dress. Through the fabric, he reached up to tease playfully around the edges of her breasts, sliding tantilizingly close to, but not actually touching, her nipples.

Where was the opening of this dress? Tiberius didn't have time for this. Letting her continue with what she was doing with his shirt and trying to stay out of her way as much as possible, Tiberius pulled his wand out of a pocket. "Are you particularly attached to this dress?" he asked, still holding her breast with his one free hand.

  

[Valeria Greengrass]

She had received her invitation and with just a brief hesitation, Valeria unfastened his trousers and pulled his shirt from its place. She tugged on all the buttons, undoing them almost painfully slow as if to build more anticipation in the moment.

His hand, encouraging at her thigh, then teasing her breasts. Her cheeks flushed pink. The touch was foreign, but welcome. It caused goosebumps up her arms and a shiver down her spine. Had her heart been racing this whole time? She had been painfully aware of its thumping in her chest but had her pulse quickened since she saw him? Her mouth became dry for a moment. No, she wanted this.

Valeria licked her lips before she smirked at his question. "I have others," she replied, a tone of carelessness in her words. It was both a truth and a lie. Though not a favorite of hers, it just meant that she would have to replace the walking dress with another one. Not just because Theseus would notice, Valeria hardly thought he cared enough to distinguish one walking dress from another, for she hardly noticed the difference in his attire. It was growing harder to show restraint in the moment. She wanted the dress off already. She wanted Tiberius's clothes off already.

Part of her wanted him to kiss her neck, bite it gently even. She wanted him already in the capacity that she knew him biblically. But she held back and held her breath. If only time didn't feel like it stood still.

  

[Tiberius Lestrange]

Tiberius grinned wickedly at her answer. He should have had the foresight to buy her a dress before he'd gotten her up here, but no matter. She'd just be trapped in his little room until he had a chance to run out and get her one, and Tiberius didn't think she would mind. With a muttered spell, he brought his wand up to her throat, where the neckline of her dress started on each collarbone. He moved his eyes to hers for a tense moment where he didn't do a thing, trying to see what she was thinking. He could have slipped into her head, he'd done it before, but since he hadn't used Leglimency on Antigone he was a little out of practice. Besides, knowing what she thought seemed to ruin it, in his experience.

He wondered if she was scared, but knew she wasn't. She trusted him too much for that. He could actually hurt her, not just take a threatening pose, and Valeria's predominant emotion would still be that thrill that he could tell she was feeling even now, with his wand at her throat.

Tiberius pressed his wand tip into her gown and spun it in a slow circle out from her collarbone. The spell he'd muttered separated her clothing beneath his wand as neatly as if he'd just taken a pair of shears to it, but left her pale, delicate skin beneath unblemished and untouched. With a smile, Tiberius pushed his lips up against hers, kissing her forcefully and dragging his wand in slow swirls down across her chest. This dress would be in ribbons by the time he'd gotten it off of her, but he was enjoying himself. After one more clenching squeeze of her breast, he moved his free hand down to find her wrist, catching it in his hand and holding one hand up against the wall, as well. He didn't want her to keep working at his buttons; this was his show, now.