DD9
Title: The Only Casualty
Word count: 200
Rating: NC17
Challenge: DD9 - the pretty picture of glassware: half off
Characters: Rabastan/Bella
Disclaimer: not mine
Team: snakes
THE ONLY CASUALTY
The wedding cake was a culinary masterpiece in itself.
None of this white icing with pink flowers for newlyweds Bellatrix and Rodolphus Lestrange.
The icing on the cake looked like black lace with what appeared to be diamonds caught in it.
Glancing over at her, laughing with his brother, the pang of jealousy returned. His hand closed around the deep red rose she’d given him, the thorns - of course they hadn’t been removed - stabbing his palm.
He handed her a glass of champagne.
She took it wordlessly, saluting him... them as she did.
“It must end now.”
“It doesn’t have to.”
“Don’t be silly. Rodolphus...”
“Is too caught up with political affairs to notice his wife having one of her own.”
Passion, frustration, jealousy consuming his kiss.
The skirts of Bella’s wedding dress around her waist.
Her lace g-string removed.
Rabastan freed his cock and, perching her on the edge of the table, thrust into her roughly.
She wrapped her legs around him, urging him on.
Rodolphus would never treat her like a whore. She loved it.
Her glass, broken, the champagne trickling onto the floor wasn’t the only casualty.
She gave him a rose. “It’s everlasting. Think of me.”
Word count: 200
Rating: NC17
Challenge: DD9 - the pretty picture of glassware: half off
Characters: Rabastan/Bella
Disclaimer: not mine
Team: snakes
THE ONLY CASUALTY
The wedding cake was a culinary masterpiece in itself.
None of this white icing with pink flowers for newlyweds Bellatrix and Rodolphus Lestrange.
The icing on the cake looked like black lace with what appeared to be diamonds caught in it.
Glancing over at her, laughing with his brother, the pang of jealousy returned. His hand closed around the deep red rose she’d given him, the thorns - of course they hadn’t been removed - stabbing his palm.
He handed her a glass of champagne.
She took it wordlessly, saluting him... them as she did.
“It must end now.”
“It doesn’t have to.”
“Don’t be silly. Rodolphus...”
“Is too caught up with political affairs to notice his wife having one of her own.”
Passion, frustration, jealousy consuming his kiss.
The skirts of Bella’s wedding dress around her waist.
Her lace g-string removed.
Rabastan freed his cock and, perching her on the edge of the table, thrust into her roughly.
She wrapped her legs around him, urging him on.
Rodolphus would never treat her like a whore. She loved it.
Her glass, broken, the champagne trickling onto the floor wasn’t the only casualty.
She gave him a rose. “It’s everlasting. Think of me.”