entry 029 - hp
Title: Love is not a Mind Game
Rating/Warnings: It's pretty PG-17 for some swear words and sex. Mentions of rape, too.
Characters/Pairing: Lucius/Bellatrix, Lucius/Narcissa
Summary: Lucius realizes he's hurt his wife, now he just has to show her he's sorry.
Word Count: 2,000 words, to the tee.
Author's Notes: This is for scarletladyy for the fic exchange at hh_writersblock . Enjoy, and if you have any comments, come talk to me.
Outside, there was a ranging thunderstorm going on, thrashing about and smashing all of the trees and other debris that was laying around the hills of the manor. Lightning flashed every few seconds, followed by a loud rumble of thunder. You take steps towards your destination, letting the flashes of lightning guide you on your way. You’re halfway to the manor when you hear a scream, shushed out by the rumble of thunder that follows. You arch your eyebrow and quicken your pace, knowing that your dear cousin was suppose to visit your wife. Lightning goes off once more and you’re at the door, opening the door, stepping through the threshold. When you do so, you can hear your wife screaming, and you rush forward. The lights are all off, so the only way to really know where you’re going is by the lightning. You reach the parlor and the lightning flashes one more time, and that’s when you see it. Your cousin has your wife pushed up against the wall and a maniac grin on her face. This stops you just a tiny bit but what really hurts is the noises your wife is making. You step back a bit when lightning flashes and you worry your wife will see you.
“C’mon Narcissa, you know you like it,” Bellatrix moans, pushing her leg between Narcissa’s thighs. She whimpers and throws her head back, hitting the wall repeated. She’s struggling to get free from Bellatrix’s grip but you know Bella is too strong to be pushed off. You know that from your own sexcapades with her. At the noise of a loud boom and a flash of lightning, you walk into the room briskly, going right behind Bellatrix.
“Enough, Bella,” you groan, grabbing a hold of her upper arm and pulling her away from your wife. You see a flash of anger go through her eyes but you don’t bother looking any further into it. Dragging Bella into another room, you can hear her giggles and you realize she’s drunk, something she never does unless she had a ‘meeting’ with her memories of the war.
When you get to the room dedicated to your evenings with her, you bang the door open, throw her in and slam the door, locking it after you. Bellatrix has landed in a heap of a pile, in the middle of the floor, giggling like a spaced out cadet. Her dress surrounds her like a pedal from a flower, and you cannot help but go to her, lift her up and throw her onto the bed. You rip off her dress skirt thing and see the bottoms of her negligee. You groan and feel your pants tightening. She’s undoing your shirt buttons and raking her sharp nails across your chest, leaving red marks behind. You groan and take her nipple through the fabric of her top, biting and nipping at it. She giggles, squeals and rakes her hands through your long blond hair. You slap her in order for her to shut up. You’re not in the mood for her drunkness, and you just want to get this over with. She’s stunned from the blow but quickly recovers, growling in anger. You rip off the rest of her clothes, leaving her naked and then unbutton your pants quickly. The hard on you have is tight and you can’t wait to be in her. She wants you to slow down, let her play with it for a little bit, like always. You don’t listen though, and just push it in, thrusting yourself. She lays there, unmobile and you become angry with her. You thrust yourself harder and harder, waiting for her to do something other than nothing. You know this isn’t like her but you’re still angry enough to go harder, so you do just that. You stop thrusting, and turn her over, hoping this will do something to cheer her up. Thrust, thrust, moan and groan. Nothing comes from her, not even a try at stimulating herself. This is when you stop and turn her over again. You raise your hand , planning on running it through your head, when she slaps you. You drop your mouth in shock, putting your hand to your cheek. You’re about to leave when she suddenly goes to you, closer than ever.
“Fuck me, Lucius,” she moans, turning herself over. You grin steadily and enter her, thrusting hard and fast. Pretty soon, it’s over and your wiping yourself off, leaving her for your wife.
The storm has passed and now you’re in your bedroom, putting on your pyjamas. Your wife is in the doorway, standing there, looking all pissed off at you. You know why she’s angry but you’re obviously not in the mood for much of anything today so you leave her as you head towards the bathroom. You can feel her eyes burning a hole in your back and you do nothing but sigh. You know that what she’s giving you as a punishment is only minor to what she will give you later, as you know her insecurities, but you just can’t help yourself today. You turn on the shower once you enter the bathroom, and strip out of your clothing. You step in, washing your hair by tilting your head back. You can hear the door slam shut and you look out of your warm shower and see your wife there, looking at you angrily.
“Narc...” You say, turning your head so you can look at your wife properly. You notice that her eyes are bloodshot, her cheeks stained red and you realize you made her cry. It’s happened like this every time you’ve slept with Bellatrix but you never truly made her cry. You open the shower door and she steps in, not caring about her clothes.
“Sometimes, I feel like I’m not enough for you because of the rape,” you hear her whisper. For once, at those small, broken words, you can feel your heart break for her. Years ago, during the time you were trying to woo her, your wife was raped by her best friend. She had never been the same since and it had taken you extra longer to woo her, but you soon fell in love with her and her, you. She had nightmares every day until she trusted you to never leave and her insecurities were always more prominent after but she trusted you not to hurt her. Yet, now you have by willingly taking Bella, right in front of her to see, to hear.
“I love you, Narc,” You begin, stroking her cheek and brushing her hair out of her face. She pulls back, going to the far end of the shower, which isn’t far. She has tears brimming in her eyelids and you look down in shame, for once.
“Then why Bellatrix? Why did you screw her when she’s not even the one you’re married to?” I look up at her, step closer to her, knowing there’s nowhere for her to go. You’re up against her, stroking her cheek again.
“Because I’m an asshole, Narcissa. I know you’re insecure enough as it is because of the other ass that decided to hurt you. I know you get hurt at the slightest thing I say or do that’s against you. Even though I try not to hurt you, it’s hard because it’s in my system to hurt people. I love you and I show you by hurting you. It’s twisted and fucked up, I know but...” I stop, kissing her on the lips, trying to show how much I feel for her. She kisses me back, her arms going around my neck, mine going around her waist.
“I might show my insecurities since the rape, Lucius but I only show them around you because I want you to love me and only me.” She cries, putting her head between the crook of my neck and shoulder. I kiss her neck slowly, sensually before letting her go. She looks put out, but I smile.
“I love you, only you and I promise. No more hurting you, no more Bellatrix. Only you, my love.” I moan before kissing her once again. She moans and reaches behind me, turning off the shower. I open the door and we try our hardest to climb out without falling down. We reach the bed in what feels like forever, and I lay her down. Kissing her, I hear her moan, and for the first time in years, we make love. I make her forget her insecurities, her hatred for Bellatrix and her fear that I don’t love her.
I wake up to the feel of her playing with my hair. My back is facing her, so I turn around and smile. She smiles back before it turns into a frown. She reaches for her wand and calls for her pensieve. She holds my hand and lets me into a memory, something she rarely does anymore. I frown when I notice the setting. An hour before I came home today. Narcissa was sitting in her favourite armchair, reading about the howler that Draco gave us personally about his behaviour in school. Just before I had left, he had mentioned how Narcissa would never be good enough for me. Something that made me very angry caused me to leave and lash out on a brick wall. Her eyebrow was arched and her fingers trembled. She looks up to find Bellatrix there, and her eyes harden.
“What do you want?” She growls and I hold her hand, waiting for whatever it is that happened between the two before I came home. Bellatrix laughs evilly and twirls her wand around in her fingers. She steps close to Narcissa and Narcissa’s eyes harden in anger, defiance and curiosity.
“You know, your husband doesn’t really love you. He loves me. It’s why he screws me whenever he can.” She giggles, before backing up. I see my wife’s eyes become teary, and I clench her hand to show her it’s not true. She clenches mine back and I know she understands. However, Bellatrix goes on, hurting my wife more than ever with her words.
“Ever since Hogwarts, he’s been with me because he was bored with you and your insecurities. Ever since that rape, Narcissa, he’s been sick of you. I thought you should know, you know?” She giggles again and my brow furrows as I realize that Narcissa is thinking over this informational tidbit in the memory. I look at her, the real her, and she nods her head, indicating she did believe it.
“I worsened your belief of it when I went to Bellatrix?” I groan, suddenly angry with myself for my foolishness. I see her smile and I look at her in confusion.
“What she said was my biggest and truest fear, Lucius, and she knew that. She was playing mind games with me about my fears because she’s jealous. It was that fact, and the fact that at the end of the day you end up with me in your arms, in your bed, instead of her, that made me forget what she was saying and not take it to heart. It’s been like that our whole lives, ever since we’ve been together. She tries to hurt me with all of these false truths, but you know something, sweet?” She questions, and I shake my head, smiling at her speech.
“You love me, not her. It’s what I told her after she left the night. I told her that in the end, you’d be with me and not her.” I smile at her before laughing.
“That must have truly pissed her off,” I reply stroking her hair. She laughs back before kissing me, pulling us out of the memory and back onto her bed. For the first time in a while, I know that my wife is truly happy with our situation, our love, our life.
Rating/Warnings: It's pretty PG-17 for some swear words and sex. Mentions of rape, too.
Characters/Pairing: Lucius/Bellatrix, Lucius/Narcissa
Summary: Lucius realizes he's hurt his wife, now he just has to show her he's sorry.
Word Count: 2,000 words, to the tee.
Author's Notes: This is for scarletladyy for the fic exchange at hh_writersblock . Enjoy, and if you have any comments, come talk to me.
Outside, there was a ranging thunderstorm going on, thrashing about and smashing all of the trees and other debris that was laying around the hills of the manor. Lightning flashed every few seconds, followed by a loud rumble of thunder. You take steps towards your destination, letting the flashes of lightning guide you on your way. You’re halfway to the manor when you hear a scream, shushed out by the rumble of thunder that follows. You arch your eyebrow and quicken your pace, knowing that your dear cousin was suppose to visit your wife. Lightning goes off once more and you’re at the door, opening the door, stepping through the threshold. When you do so, you can hear your wife screaming, and you rush forward. The lights are all off, so the only way to really know where you’re going is by the lightning. You reach the parlor and the lightning flashes one more time, and that’s when you see it. Your cousin has your wife pushed up against the wall and a maniac grin on her face. This stops you just a tiny bit but what really hurts is the noises your wife is making. You step back a bit when lightning flashes and you worry your wife will see you.
“C’mon Narcissa, you know you like it,” Bellatrix moans, pushing her leg between Narcissa’s thighs. She whimpers and throws her head back, hitting the wall repeated. She’s struggling to get free from Bellatrix’s grip but you know Bella is too strong to be pushed off. You know that from your own sexcapades with her. At the noise of a loud boom and a flash of lightning, you walk into the room briskly, going right behind Bellatrix.
“Enough, Bella,” you groan, grabbing a hold of her upper arm and pulling her away from your wife. You see a flash of anger go through her eyes but you don’t bother looking any further into it. Dragging Bella into another room, you can hear her giggles and you realize she’s drunk, something she never does unless she had a ‘meeting’ with her memories of the war.
When you get to the room dedicated to your evenings with her, you bang the door open, throw her in and slam the door, locking it after you. Bellatrix has landed in a heap of a pile, in the middle of the floor, giggling like a spaced out cadet. Her dress surrounds her like a pedal from a flower, and you cannot help but go to her, lift her up and throw her onto the bed. You rip off her dress skirt thing and see the bottoms of her negligee. You groan and feel your pants tightening. She’s undoing your shirt buttons and raking her sharp nails across your chest, leaving red marks behind. You groan and take her nipple through the fabric of her top, biting and nipping at it. She giggles, squeals and rakes her hands through your long blond hair. You slap her in order for her to shut up. You’re not in the mood for her drunkness, and you just want to get this over with. She’s stunned from the blow but quickly recovers, growling in anger. You rip off the rest of her clothes, leaving her naked and then unbutton your pants quickly. The hard on you have is tight and you can’t wait to be in her. She wants you to slow down, let her play with it for a little bit, like always. You don’t listen though, and just push it in, thrusting yourself. She lays there, unmobile and you become angry with her. You thrust yourself harder and harder, waiting for her to do something other than nothing. You know this isn’t like her but you’re still angry enough to go harder, so you do just that. You stop thrusting, and turn her over, hoping this will do something to cheer her up. Thrust, thrust, moan and groan. Nothing comes from her, not even a try at stimulating herself. This is when you stop and turn her over again. You raise your hand , planning on running it through your head, when she slaps you. You drop your mouth in shock, putting your hand to your cheek. You’re about to leave when she suddenly goes to you, closer than ever.
“Fuck me, Lucius,” she moans, turning herself over. You grin steadily and enter her, thrusting hard and fast. Pretty soon, it’s over and your wiping yourself off, leaving her for your wife.
The storm has passed and now you’re in your bedroom, putting on your pyjamas. Your wife is in the doorway, standing there, looking all pissed off at you. You know why she’s angry but you’re obviously not in the mood for much of anything today so you leave her as you head towards the bathroom. You can feel her eyes burning a hole in your back and you do nothing but sigh. You know that what she’s giving you as a punishment is only minor to what she will give you later, as you know her insecurities, but you just can’t help yourself today. You turn on the shower once you enter the bathroom, and strip out of your clothing. You step in, washing your hair by tilting your head back. You can hear the door slam shut and you look out of your warm shower and see your wife there, looking at you angrily.
“Narc...” You say, turning your head so you can look at your wife properly. You notice that her eyes are bloodshot, her cheeks stained red and you realize you made her cry. It’s happened like this every time you’ve slept with Bellatrix but you never truly made her cry. You open the shower door and she steps in, not caring about her clothes.
“Sometimes, I feel like I’m not enough for you because of the rape,” you hear her whisper. For once, at those small, broken words, you can feel your heart break for her. Years ago, during the time you were trying to woo her, your wife was raped by her best friend. She had never been the same since and it had taken you extra longer to woo her, but you soon fell in love with her and her, you. She had nightmares every day until she trusted you to never leave and her insecurities were always more prominent after but she trusted you not to hurt her. Yet, now you have by willingly taking Bella, right in front of her to see, to hear.
“I love you, Narc,” You begin, stroking her cheek and brushing her hair out of her face. She pulls back, going to the far end of the shower, which isn’t far. She has tears brimming in her eyelids and you look down in shame, for once.
“Then why Bellatrix? Why did you screw her when she’s not even the one you’re married to?” I look up at her, step closer to her, knowing there’s nowhere for her to go. You’re up against her, stroking her cheek again.
“Because I’m an asshole, Narcissa. I know you’re insecure enough as it is because of the other ass that decided to hurt you. I know you get hurt at the slightest thing I say or do that’s against you. Even though I try not to hurt you, it’s hard because it’s in my system to hurt people. I love you and I show you by hurting you. It’s twisted and fucked up, I know but...” I stop, kissing her on the lips, trying to show how much I feel for her. She kisses me back, her arms going around my neck, mine going around her waist.
“I might show my insecurities since the rape, Lucius but I only show them around you because I want you to love me and only me.” She cries, putting her head between the crook of my neck and shoulder. I kiss her neck slowly, sensually before letting her go. She looks put out, but I smile.
“I love you, only you and I promise. No more hurting you, no more Bellatrix. Only you, my love.” I moan before kissing her once again. She moans and reaches behind me, turning off the shower. I open the door and we try our hardest to climb out without falling down. We reach the bed in what feels like forever, and I lay her down. Kissing her, I hear her moan, and for the first time in years, we make love. I make her forget her insecurities, her hatred for Bellatrix and her fear that I don’t love her.
I wake up to the feel of her playing with my hair. My back is facing her, so I turn around and smile. She smiles back before it turns into a frown. She reaches for her wand and calls for her pensieve. She holds my hand and lets me into a memory, something she rarely does anymore. I frown when I notice the setting. An hour before I came home today. Narcissa was sitting in her favourite armchair, reading about the howler that Draco gave us personally about his behaviour in school. Just before I had left, he had mentioned how Narcissa would never be good enough for me. Something that made me very angry caused me to leave and lash out on a brick wall. Her eyebrow was arched and her fingers trembled. She looks up to find Bellatrix there, and her eyes harden.
“What do you want?” She growls and I hold her hand, waiting for whatever it is that happened between the two before I came home. Bellatrix laughs evilly and twirls her wand around in her fingers. She steps close to Narcissa and Narcissa’s eyes harden in anger, defiance and curiosity.
“You know, your husband doesn’t really love you. He loves me. It’s why he screws me whenever he can.” She giggles, before backing up. I see my wife’s eyes become teary, and I clench her hand to show her it’s not true. She clenches mine back and I know she understands. However, Bellatrix goes on, hurting my wife more than ever with her words.
“Ever since Hogwarts, he’s been with me because he was bored with you and your insecurities. Ever since that rape, Narcissa, he’s been sick of you. I thought you should know, you know?” She giggles again and my brow furrows as I realize that Narcissa is thinking over this informational tidbit in the memory. I look at her, the real her, and she nods her head, indicating she did believe it.
“I worsened your belief of it when I went to Bellatrix?” I groan, suddenly angry with myself for my foolishness. I see her smile and I look at her in confusion.
“What she said was my biggest and truest fear, Lucius, and she knew that. She was playing mind games with me about my fears because she’s jealous. It was that fact, and the fact that at the end of the day you end up with me in your arms, in your bed, instead of her, that made me forget what she was saying and not take it to heart. It’s been like that our whole lives, ever since we’ve been together. She tries to hurt me with all of these false truths, but you know something, sweet?” She questions, and I shake my head, smiling at her speech.
“You love me, not her. It’s what I told her after she left the night. I told her that in the end, you’d be with me and not her.” I smile at her before laughing.
“That must have truly pissed her off,” I reply stroking her hair. She laughs back before kissing me, pulling us out of the memory and back onto her bed. For the first time in a while, I know that my wife is truly happy with our situation, our love, our life.