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[cruelle_et_rare]

Who: Bellatrix and Mitch
What: Thigh Bruising
Where: Starting on a random corridor, who knows where it'll end up
When: 15th April
Rating: Y for You Can't Handle The Hot So Fuck Off

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[bittersolanine]

Bellatrix was heading inside from one of her outdoor smoking sessions, smelling (obviously) of cigarettes and cool air, and feeling quite a bit more settled than she typically did during the day. She made her way through the corridors, not really heading anywhere in particular, and as she wandered along she happened by Mitch.

She fell into step with him. "What are you looking so smug about this time?" she asked.

[cruelle_et_rare]

Mitch wasn't in the mood to talk much, not that he normally ever talked much at all, and so he answered his cousin by halting in his walk and grabbing hold of her forearm to stop her from continuing on her way, gripping hard enough on her skin to leave bruises. He'd long since learned that she liked the bruises.

"Blood," he answered gruffly, pulling her to him and immediately fusing his lips to her neck, his tongue exploring the hollow of her throat. "Lots and lots of blood."

[bittersolanine]

"Hm," Bellatrix said, moving her head back so Mitch could continue his exploration of her neck without a problem. "And where would this blood be?"

[cruelle_et_rare]

"I conducted an experiment during lunch," he muttered into her skin. His hands had already slipped beneath her robes, and he ran them up and down her thighs. "Rediscovering the fun in simple shattering charms."