FIC: Should Be (Bellatrix/Rodolphus, hard R)
Title: Should Be
Authoress: alyxbradford
Pairing: Bellatrix/Rodolphus
Word Count: 657
Rating: hard R
Notes: Written for the "First Time" challenge on lumos_create.
It shouldn't be her.
Not the first time, at least. It should have been someone warm, sweet, yielding, someone to take tender care of his ego, someone to make him feel like a god.
It shouldn't be Bella-bloody-Black, demanding so much from him, that ever-present challenge in her eyes, take-me-if-you-can. Not his rival Bellatrix, who's made his life hell at every opportunity for the past six years. Not the girl who delights in taking him down a peg, who never fails to laugh at his failures, who mocks and taunts and argues.
Not that he's complaining, really, at least from a purely physical perspective. She's strikingly beautiful, with her smooth, dusky skin, full ruby lips, and curves made to fit a man's hands, and he'd be lying if he tried to convince himself he hadn't been thinking all year of ways to get under her skirt. Certainly no other girl would show this unrestrained passion, primal and forceful, with such a total lack of inhibition, and Rodolphus certainly appreciates that. But she shouldn't be the first.
It doesn't occur to him that she might be thinking the same thing about him until he sheathes himself all the way in her, and feels the tearing of a barrier he hadn't expected to encounter. Bellatrix jolts slightly, sucking in her breath with a hiss, and for a moment Rodolphus isn't sure how to react. With a frailer woman, he's sure he'd need to whisper platitudes, be slow and gentle, but this is Bellatrix.
Another complication. It should be someone else.
She solves the problem for him, writhing her hips beneath him to encourage motion, sinking a hand in his hair to pull his mouth to hers.
Yes, action. That's how they solve problems, not with words, and it doesn't take Rodolphus long to lose himself to the passion, to fall into an easy rhythm. Her ankles lock around his waist, her fingernails score lines down his back, and he leaves teeth-marks up and down her throat and dotting her breasts.
When she comes, clenching around him and releasing a short but ecstatic cry, he does feel like a god.
He spends himself within her almost immediately after, and can't find the strength not to collapse on top of her. If she really minds, she'll push him; he knows her well enough to know that. But she's as hazed as he is, inhaling deeply, letting her legs slide back down along his, her fingers losing their tension and stroking his back mindlessly, gently. It seems a long moment, too long to be quiet between them, but neither can break it just yet. The serenity is strange, but comforting, and they lie entwined, her chest rising against his, a while longer before Rodolphus pushes himself up on his hands, looking down at her face.
Her eyes won't quite meet his, and there's a different sort of shine in them than he's used to seeing. He tucks a raven tendril back behind her ear, and almost leans in to kiss her, but decides against it. She might not thank him for the tenderness.
Bellatrix shifts slightly, and Rodolphus is reminded of the full weight of what just happened. "Bellatrix..." he begins, uneasy, but feeling that something has to be said about this. "If I'd known-"
"Stop," she interrupts, her voice lacking none of its usual imperial command despite its breathlessness. Her eyes do find his then, and Rodolphus realises that new glimmer in them is something vulnerable. No wonder he'd never seen it before. "Don't spoil it."
They untangle and dress mostly in silence, except for the half-whispered "This is yours" and "Where's my--". She leaves first, heels clacking on the stone floor, without saying goodbye, without promising to meet him again, without anything, really. Rodolphus leans against the wall as her footsteps fade, rakes a hand through his hair, and tries to think of who it should have been.
Authoress: alyxbradford
Pairing: Bellatrix/Rodolphus
Word Count: 657
Rating: hard R
Notes: Written for the "First Time" challenge on lumos_create.
It shouldn't be her.
Not the first time, at least. It should have been someone warm, sweet, yielding, someone to take tender care of his ego, someone to make him feel like a god.
It shouldn't be Bella-bloody-Black, demanding so much from him, that ever-present challenge in her eyes, take-me-if-you-can. Not his rival Bellatrix, who's made his life hell at every opportunity for the past six years. Not the girl who delights in taking him down a peg, who never fails to laugh at his failures, who mocks and taunts and argues.
Not that he's complaining, really, at least from a purely physical perspective. She's strikingly beautiful, with her smooth, dusky skin, full ruby lips, and curves made to fit a man's hands, and he'd be lying if he tried to convince himself he hadn't been thinking all year of ways to get under her skirt. Certainly no other girl would show this unrestrained passion, primal and forceful, with such a total lack of inhibition, and Rodolphus certainly appreciates that. But she shouldn't be the first.
It doesn't occur to him that she might be thinking the same thing about him until he sheathes himself all the way in her, and feels the tearing of a barrier he hadn't expected to encounter. Bellatrix jolts slightly, sucking in her breath with a hiss, and for a moment Rodolphus isn't sure how to react. With a frailer woman, he's sure he'd need to whisper platitudes, be slow and gentle, but this is Bellatrix.
Another complication. It should be someone else.
She solves the problem for him, writhing her hips beneath him to encourage motion, sinking a hand in his hair to pull his mouth to hers.
Yes, action. That's how they solve problems, not with words, and it doesn't take Rodolphus long to lose himself to the passion, to fall into an easy rhythm. Her ankles lock around his waist, her fingernails score lines down his back, and he leaves teeth-marks up and down her throat and dotting her breasts.
When she comes, clenching around him and releasing a short but ecstatic cry, he does feel like a god.
He spends himself within her almost immediately after, and can't find the strength not to collapse on top of her. If she really minds, she'll push him; he knows her well enough to know that. But she's as hazed as he is, inhaling deeply, letting her legs slide back down along his, her fingers losing their tension and stroking his back mindlessly, gently. It seems a long moment, too long to be quiet between them, but neither can break it just yet. The serenity is strange, but comforting, and they lie entwined, her chest rising against his, a while longer before Rodolphus pushes himself up on his hands, looking down at her face.
Her eyes won't quite meet his, and there's a different sort of shine in them than he's used to seeing. He tucks a raven tendril back behind her ear, and almost leans in to kiss her, but decides against it. She might not thank him for the tenderness.
Bellatrix shifts slightly, and Rodolphus is reminded of the full weight of what just happened. "Bellatrix..." he begins, uneasy, but feeling that something has to be said about this. "If I'd known-"
"Stop," she interrupts, her voice lacking none of its usual imperial command despite its breathlessness. Her eyes do find his then, and Rodolphus realises that new glimmer in them is something vulnerable. No wonder he'd never seen it before. "Don't spoil it."
They untangle and dress mostly in silence, except for the half-whispered "This is yours" and "Where's my--". She leaves first, heels clacking on the stone floor, without saying goodbye, without promising to meet him again, without anything, really. Rodolphus leans against the wall as her footsteps fade, rakes a hand through his hair, and tries to think of who it should have been.