It had been some time since Rodolphus had been home. Not that they had a home of their own anymore...sodding Ministry.
Bella had grown bored in their travels of Europe and had headed home after Germany but Rodolphus had stayed, enjoying the beer and somewhat decent food but like his wife he too had grown bored.
Smirking he leaned crossed his arms and leaned against the doorway watching his wife. He had owled Narcissa a few days ago to find out where Bella was staying and was surprised to find that she had taken over a wing of the Malfoy mansion. HE bet Lucius was just having kittens over that one. He and Bella had never gotten along very well and it was probably worse now more than ever.
He watched as she drummed her fingers against the desk top and stared off into space something she only did when she was bored.
Bellatrix started at his voice, then turned to double check--as if she couldn't recognize her own husband's voice.
Gorgeous. Every time she saw him, she felt the familiar jerk in her heart--their son would have been so very beautiful, if only, if only, if only. This fruitless dreaming was just that, but especially after a separation, she was struck by how perfect a blending of their dark beauties would have been.
She rose and stalked towards him, hips exaggeratedly swaying. Wrapping an arm around his waist, she molded herself against him, leaned to whisper in his ear.
Rodolphus arched an eyebrow and stood up straighter as he watched his wife stalk towards him. She always was such a sight to behold, no matter what she was doing she demanded that she be watched by all and Rodolphus was her biggest fan.
He smirked at her as she wrapped herself around him and whispered in his ear.
"Have I been bad Bella? Do I need to be punished?" He asked as he wrapped an arm around her.
"What have I done now to displease you? Tell me it was something good and yet oh so bad."
"You--" she reached up and tangled her hand through his hair, pulling a bit harder than strictly enjoyable--but if anyone could match her unabiding interest in pain, it was Rodolphus "--were more interested in dead Muggles that you didn't even kill yourself than in me."
They had spent hours touring those filthy German camps, and Bellatrix had honestly tried to share some of her husband's interest in them--death, horror, and destruction being three of her favorite things--but in the end she tired of wall after gray wall. And Rodolphus had the gall not to return with her. He would certainly be paying for that.
He almost purred at the pain that shot through his head as she tugged on his hair. If there was one thing Bella was good at it was the mixing of pleasure and pain. She was a pure sadist when it came down to it, but always knew when to add just the right mix of pleasure into the pain so as to make anyone, whether it were the two of them together privately or a victim of hers desire the unnameable. He didn't think though that she would be interested in hearing his thoughts on their sex life at the moment though.
"The only good Muggle is a dead Muggle Bella. You on the other hand, you I want very much alive. Your so much more exciting than that. Can I help it if the Muggles have inventive ways of killing each other?
I get tired of killing in the same ole ways. Something new is what I was looking for and found it there."
He dipped his head down so that his lips were right next to her ear.
"Besides, it was cold in Germany and I missed you."
She curled closer, arching against him at the delicious feel of his hot breath on her ear. Certainly her Roddy always knew just how to thrill her. Another woman might have let her displeasure slip away with such attentions from her husband, but Bellatrix was (if nothing else) not like other women. Instead of banishing her anger, she took it, twisted it, and let it slowly start to burn, using it to stoke other fires. Some may say that passion and rage were entirely different--to Bella, they were easily intermingled.
"Words, Roddy," she hissed, turning her head to bare her teeth against his neck, "pretty words. Actions are what I value."
He purred as she curled closer but he could tell she was appeased by his words. Bella never was one for words. It was always actions for her. She was fiery than most and for her passion and rage went hand in hand just as pleasure and pain did for her. But that was what attracted him to her in the first place. The darkness within her matched his own and together, well together most people feared them. But fear was another intoxicating thing for them. He lived for it and Bella fed off it.
"And what actions are you looking for my dark Bella. There are many that can be given if only asked for. One must only ask in the proper way. So what is it you want?"
It would be senseless for Bellatrix, who was a physical being through and through, to respond to her own demands for less words with more of those Merlin-forsaken words. Rodolphus knew that, of course. He also knew that his wife never asked for anything--she merely took. So, true to form, when he asked what she wanted, she showed him.
She smiled against the tender skin of his neck for a brief moment before biting down hard.
He groaned and sagged against the door frame as her teeth sank into his neck.
Fuck it hurt but it was Bella and it was pain and pleasure and his wife all rolled up into one. Leaning against the door frame for support he dug his blunt nails and pulled her closer.
"You wish to play rough my poppet then so be it." He whispered before wrapping a leg a around her kness and knocking them both to the floor.
He braced himself on his forewarms, one on each side as he stared down at her.
"Remember my dark poppet, no one and nothing will ever take your place. No one and nothing."
Leaning down he kissed her violently, his teeth nipping at her lips hard enough to draw blood. It was all or nothing with them. And he preferred the all rather than the nothing.
She returned his kiss, mirroring his movements and biting just as savagely--she was spurred by the taste of her own blood in her mouth, and wanted desperately to add Roddy's to the mix.
Wrapping her arms around and pulling him closer, she made a small growl of complaint when her nails came in contact not with the skin of his back, but with robe. She probably could have clawed it away if she fought hard enough, but Rodolphus lost far too much clothing that way.
Rodolphus laughed softly at her growl and the frustrastion he could sense coming from her.
"You never were a patient one Bella dear."
He raised up slightly, staring down at her for a bit before grabbing his wand and spelling away their clothing. To finally be as close to her as he could caused a low moan to escape from his lips.
"But then again I've never been a patient one either."
He trailed a hand across bare skin as he leaned down to kiss her again.
Bella laughed a litle to herself as Rodolphus reclaimed her with another messy and bloody kiss. The world knew her as a dominator, a wildcat...but sometimes all she really wanted was for Roddy to take her over--he did it so well.
Of course, the wildcat image wasn't entirely false...she revelled in their clothes-less state by dragging her nails deep through the flesh of his back. She reentwined her hands in her hair, blood under her nails and running into her palm. Sex for Bella and Roddy sometimes ended with bandages and elixers and healing spells; but more than anything, Bella liked to leave the scratches and bitemarks--they were badges of a romance that never dulled.
He purred at her wildness. Very rarely did she ever truly let go and just be but when she did it was a sight to behold.
"I've missed this." he whispered against her bare flessh as his teeth and lips and tongue trailed a path down her body.
"I've missed you, missed us, missed the way we always had that fire between us no matter what we were doing."
Very rarely did he ever tell her the true thoughts that ran through his head about her. About how at some points in time he felt like he could die without her near. She would always laugh and tell him to stop entertaining such silly notions but he didn't care if she told him that now. All that mattered at the moment was the two of them and what they shared.
He glanced up at her face, a dark smirk gracing his lips before sinking his teeth into the flesh of one her breasts. Hard enough to draw blood. He pulled away, his tongue lapping at the new wound.
"How do you want my sweet, dark poppet? What is it that you desire?"
She arched off the floor as he bit and licked, biting her lip to contain a scream. Thrilled as she was to be "defiling" part of Lucius' home, she didn't think Cissy would take kindly to their passion being broadcasted throughout the manor--it had very good acoustics.
Bella sat halfway up, supporting herself with her arms locked around the back of his neck.
"Don't ask, Roddy," she hissed, almost gnawing on his ear and neck. "There's no need for manners here. Take what you want."
Bella had grown bored in their travels of Europe and had headed home after Germany but Rodolphus had stayed, enjoying the beer and somewhat decent food but like his wife he too had grown bored.
Smirking he leaned crossed his arms and leaned against the doorway watching his wife. He had owled Narcissa a few days ago to find out where Bella was staying and was surprised to find that she had taken over a wing of the Malfoy mansion. HE bet Lucius was just having kittens over that one. He and Bella had never gotten along very well and it was probably worse now more than ever.
He watched as she drummed her fingers against the desk top and stared off into space something she only did when she was bored.
"Has my dark poppet run out of things to do?"
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Gorgeous. Every time she saw him, she felt the familiar jerk in her heart--their son would have been so very beautiful, if only, if only, if only. This fruitless dreaming was just that, but especially after a separation, she was struck by how perfect a blending of their dark beauties would have been.
She rose and stalked towards him, hips exaggeratedly swaying. Wrapping an arm around his waist, she molded herself against him, leaned to whisper in his ear.
"I'm not very pleased with you, Roddy."
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He smirked at her as she wrapped herself around him and whispered in his ear.
"Have I been bad Bella? Do I need to be punished?" He asked as he wrapped an arm around her.
"What have I done now to displease you? Tell me it was something good and yet oh so bad."
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They had spent hours touring those filthy German camps, and Bellatrix had honestly tried to share some of her husband's interest in them--death, horror, and destruction being three of her favorite things--but in the end she tired of wall after gray wall. And Rodolphus had the gall not to return with her. He would certainly be paying for that.
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"The only good Muggle is a dead Muggle Bella. You on the other hand, you I want very much alive. Your so much more exciting than that. Can I help it if the Muggles have inventive ways of killing each other?
I get tired of killing in the same ole ways. Something new is what I was looking for and found it there."
He dipped his head down so that his lips were right next to her ear.
"Besides, it was cold in Germany and I missed you."
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"Words, Roddy," she hissed, turning her head to bare her teeth against his neck, "pretty words. Actions are what I value."
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"And what actions are you looking for my dark Bella. There are many that can be given if only asked for. One must only ask in the proper way. So what is it you want?"
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She smiled against the tender skin of his neck for a brief moment before biting down hard.
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Fuck it hurt but it was Bella and it was pain and pleasure and his wife all rolled up into one. Leaning against the door frame for support he dug his blunt nails and pulled her closer.
"You wish to play rough my poppet then so be it." He whispered before wrapping a leg a around her kness and knocking them both to the floor.
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"Always, Roddy," she growled, straining her neck forward to reach for his lips again. "Always rough."
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"Remember my dark poppet, no one and nothing will ever take your place. No one and nothing."
Leaning down he kissed her violently, his teeth nipping at her lips hard enough to draw blood. It was all or nothing with them. And he preferred the all rather than the nothing.
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Wrapping her arms around and pulling him closer, she made a small growl of complaint when her nails came in contact not with the skin of his back, but with robe. She probably could have clawed it away if she fought hard enough, but Rodolphus lost far too much clothing that way.
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"You never were a patient one Bella dear."
He raised up slightly, staring down at her for a bit before grabbing his wand and spelling away their clothing. To finally be as close to her as he could caused a low moan to escape from his lips.
"But then again I've never been a patient one either."
He trailed a hand across bare skin as he leaned down to kiss her again.
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Of course, the wildcat image wasn't entirely false...she revelled in their clothes-less state by dragging her nails deep through the flesh of his back. She reentwined her hands in her hair, blood under her nails and running into her palm. Sex for Bella and Roddy sometimes ended with bandages and elixers and healing spells; but more than anything, Bella liked to leave the scratches and bitemarks--they were badges of a romance that never dulled.
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"I've missed this." he whispered against her bare flessh as his teeth and lips and tongue trailed a path down her body.
"I've missed you, missed us, missed the way we always had that fire between us no matter what we were doing."
Very rarely did he ever tell her the true thoughts that ran through his head about her. About how at some points in time he felt like he could die without her near. She would always laugh and tell him to stop entertaining such silly notions but he didn't care if she told him that now. All that mattered at the moment was the two of them and what they shared.
He glanced up at her face, a dark smirk gracing his lips before sinking his teeth into the flesh of one her breasts. Hard enough to draw blood. He pulled away, his tongue lapping at the new wound.
"How do you want my sweet, dark poppet? What is it that you desire?"
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Bella sat halfway up, supporting herself with her arms locked around the back of his neck.
"Don't ask, Roddy," she hissed, almost gnawing on his ear and neck. "There's no need for manners here. Take what you want."
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