Harry Potter Fic: Holding Too Tight (Bellatrix/Rodolphus; R)
TITLE: Holding Too Tight
AUTHOR: agirlnamedtruth
FANDOM: Harry Potter
PAIRING/CHARACTER/GENERAL SERIES: Bellatrix/Rodolphus
GENRE: Het
TABLE: A ( can be found here)
PROMPT: 074 Night (and for hp-humpdrabbles: we all want something to hold in the night / we don't care if it hurts or we're holding too tight)
RATING: R
SUMMARY: Prison gets slighlty better at night.
WARNINGS: Non-graphic masturbation
NOTES: For my table at lover100
DISCLAIMER: I don't own these characters, nor am I making any money from them. I merely borrow them from time to time.
The metal bars hurt her shoulder but she’d stopped caring about that years ago. Her arm stretches out, as far as it will go but she can barely reach his hand. In dark he can’t see how scared, how broken she looks and for that she is glad. It was bad enough feeling this vulnerable, she didn’t want to be seen as such. As her fingers clasp his, her other hand slides under her prison smock, her silence eventually broken by little gasps and moans, eventually his name and her hand tightening painfully around his. Despite his loyalty to The Dark Lord, he’d rather have his wife back.
AUTHOR: agirlnamedtruth
FANDOM: Harry Potter
PAIRING/CHARACTER/GENERAL SERIES: Bellatrix/Rodolphus
GENRE: Het
TABLE: A ( can be found here)
PROMPT: 074 Night (and for hp-humpdrabbles: we all want something to hold in the night / we don't care if it hurts or we're holding too tight)
RATING: R
SUMMARY: Prison gets slighlty better at night.
WARNINGS: Non-graphic masturbation
NOTES: For my table at lover100
DISCLAIMER: I don't own these characters, nor am I making any money from them. I merely borrow them from time to time.
The metal bars hurt her shoulder but she’d stopped caring about that years ago. Her arm stretches out, as far as it will go but she can barely reach his hand. In dark he can’t see how scared, how broken she looks and for that she is glad. It was bad enough feeling this vulnerable, she didn’t want to be seen as such. As her fingers clasp his, her other hand slides under her prison smock, her silence eventually broken by little gasps and moans, eventually his name and her hand tightening painfully around his. Despite his loyalty to The Dark Lord, he’d rather have his wife back.