Time Better Spent

Thanks to my lovely Beta Pam who tweaked all the right places.

All Lucius wanted was out. He wanted out of conversations with ninnies who wouldn't know power even if it came up and bit them in the behind. Lucius snorted inwardly. If he had to listen to one more brainless idea about the Ministry's reconstruction he was going to hex someone. Correction, he was going to curse someone. Pity Unforgiveables were outlawed. It's surprising how motivated people become after a minute under Crucio. It was times like these when he missed Voldemort. There was a lot to be said about absolute rule.
Instead of cursing the whole lot Lucius watched Arthur Weasley turn as red as his hair. Weasley and Minister Fudge were arguing about the proper handling of Dark and Muggle artifacts. Lucius switched his focus to Fudge. How that man still held his job was a wonder. He had to be part Slytherin to pull of that feat.

Lucius let the words go in one ear and out the other as he thought about what he…. or should he say 'who' he had left at home. This morning he left Harry's naked form curled around a pillow instead of him. Luxury agreed with Harry. After a year of regular meals, true rest, and lots of sun, Harry filled out quite nicely. His build was fuller and more defined. His creamy peaches and cream complexion now had a nice healthy tan to highlight it. Much to Lucius' delight Harry now preferred to sleep in the nude. This morning the sheet only covered his legs leaving his back and behind gloriously bare.
Lucius shifted in his seat when he thought of Harry's morning erection and how he usually took care of that. Morning sex was Lucius' favorite. Harry made the most wonderful noises in the morning. The sleepy hums and o's from Harry's mouth aroused Lucius to no end. Harry was drowsy and so relaxed that Lucius was able to glide right in. When Harry woke completely, Harry would twine his fingers with Lucius' and join in the slow rhythm Lucius maintained until Harry was biting the pillow to stop his screams.

Lucius fought to keep his body in check body as he reacted to the memory. Lucius tried to redirect his thoughts back to the current 'discussion' but he couldn't. Abruptly he stood, startling everyone at the table. Lucius vaguely heard cries of "where are you going" and "why are you leaving?" He ignored the irritants as he walked purposefully toward the door.
Why was he dallying around here when he could be at home? He could be doing more productive things than listening to these halfwits try and find their way out of a lit room with the use of a lantern. As he walked toward the Floo he wondered if Harry was still in bed. His lover had a propensity for sleeping in. Seeing there were a few hours yet before lunch chances were definitely in his favor.