Leigh!fic- Turning Tide (1/1)- Rodolphus Lestrange/Narcissa Malfoy

Nov 26, 2010 16:57

Title: Turning Tide (1/1)
Author: Leigh, aka leigh_adams
Characters: Rodolphus Lestrange/Narcissa Malfoy
Rating: R
Words: 462
Summary: Lucius and Bellatrix never knew that the tide had turned, and Narcissa was content to keep it that way.
Author's notes: Because what else is there to do during halftime of the Alabama/Auburn game than write a drabble? Continuing on with the Blackcest... This was written for deatheatercest's End of Year Drabblethon. dexstarr requested Rodolphus/Narcissa with this prompt: Lucius and Bellatrix are the loud partners, the ones who take all attention from their spouses. Everyone thinks that they cheat with each other. But no one watches the quiet ones in the room.





Within the Black family, each sister played their role. Andromeda was the dutiful eldest daughter, the much sought-after bride-- or she had been until she'd run off with that Mudblood and besmirched the family name. Bellatrix was the wild middle child, dabbling in the Dark Arts and cavorting about with numerous lovers, including her brother-in-law Lucius. And Narcissa? She was the quiet one, the English rose beauty of the Black family, with her light blue eyes, fair hair and porcelain skin.

It had surprised none when she'd married into the Malfoy family. While not as noble as her own, Lucius Malfoy was a son of one of the oldest wizarding families in Europe. Through the marriage, she would restore the honor that Andromeda had tarnished.

Lucius was a doting, if inattentive husband, which suited her just fine. Let him cavort about with her sister-- for though the pair of them thought they were discreet, Narcissa had long since discovered their torrid affair.

Everyone paid attention to Lucius and Bellatrix; their very demeanors commanded attention. But no one noticed the quiet ones.

Rodolphus, with his dark, knowing eyes that followed Cissa around the room. His hands that had slid over her skin night after night, teasing her folds as whimpers of pleasure fell from her lips. Her sister's husband was the only man to ever make her scream his name as she climaxed. With him, she didn't have to play the role of the doting wife.

She was free to be Narcissa.

With Rodolphus, she could fist her hands in his hair and force him to his knees in front of her. As both she and her sister had learned, Lestrange men were far too eager to please a Black woman. She could palm her breast and cry out when his tongue slipped through her folds to caress her swollen nub. When her legs trembled and grew weak, he merely tossed her over his shoulder and carried her to bed.

It was wanton, the way they came together. There were no words needed; their bodies spoke well enough for themselves. Lips and tongues collided, hands were rough as she yanked at his robes. Her long fingers curled around his length, stroking at him-- reminding him of the power she held in her hands.

And when he finally had had enough, his powerful body caged her against the bed, giving her no time to react before he impaled her with his length. Time after time, their bodies moved together with the familiarity of old lovers, and it never took much time for either one of them to fall.

Lucius and Bellatrix, for all their ruckus and such, never knew the tides had turned. And Narcissa was quite content to keep it that way.

community: deatheatercest, character: rodolphus lestrange, pairing: rodolphus/narcissa, character: narcissa malfoy, leigh!fic

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