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tourdefierceTitle: Naked As We Came
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Andromeda/Bellatrix; references to: Bella/Voldy, Andie/Ted Tonks and Bella as a Lestrange
Summary: As first war begins, Andromeda Black (engaged to be Tonks) finds that the lines between love and loyalty are strangely blurred.
Warnings: Incest, infidelity, language, sex, dark themes.
Word Count: 3,517
Andromeda stared into the fire and curled her feet farther beneath her.
It was a particularly cold night, the Prophet had been calling for snow for days, but it hadn't made an appearance yet, just strong winds that had the windows of her small flat rattling viciously and the heating charms all over the flat going cold in a mere thirty minutes. The thick cotton of her night gown did nothing but knock off the edge of the chill and the fire crackled angrily in the corner of the room.
Andromeda sighed and took a sip of her Firewhisky. The ice rattled against the edges of the glass and felt as cold as her fingers, the whisky however, burned deep down her throat and threatened to choke her.
The wind rattled the window.
It had been only hours since Ted had left for a mission with that ridiculous Order, but Andromeda felt as if he had been gone for days. The flat felt desolate without Ted around; his cheerful voice and his bright laughter always found a way to make the most desolate places and times bloom out of darkness. There was a part of her that needed him to chase away her demons, the demons Andromeda couldn't let go of. The ones that were in her blood, deep and curled into her bones, the demons that she didn't have the courage to cast away herself. Ted was always there for that, distracting her from herself, from the call of something sinister and blood red. And she loved him for it. She loved him for so many things. But she hated him when he left her here alone.
For the Order.
Andromeda sneered into the firelight and took a healthy swallow of Firewhisky.
The filthy Order. It wasn't as if Andromeda supported the Dark Lord by any means, but she didn't see why they had to get involved. She didn't see the point in fighting against people who had no rules and for what? Bravery? Courage? The urge to do right? It wasn't their fight. But Ted had refused, looked at her with untrusting eyes until she had relented and swore not to tell a soul. She didn't go to the meetings or on missions or associate with Dumbledore by any means. If Ted wanted to fight, it was his business and she would support him. But it wasn't her fight. She had no stake in what was left in that world. She had abandoned that world for Ted. Only, he hadn't exactly gone with her.
She always had the habit of falling for the untamable, for the idea inside that drove the hands and wild tongues of people.
"I'm a fool," she spat aloud. The fire crackled back at her in response and the wind slashed violently to reflect her mood, but the house felt silent. Almost too silent.
And she knew why. She knew they were coming. It was only a matter of when and whom. She finished the last of her whisky and poured another sizable amount. If she was going to be meeting with family soon, she was going to be as drunk as they were insane. She was almost tempted to pour them a glass, if she only knew how many they would bring.
Eventually the fire warmed the enclosed space of the den, but the heat nor the alcohol made sleep come and the lines between anticipation and dread were blurred. When the wards finally started to vibrate, indicating intruders, Andromeda paced the length of the mantle, her fingers numb with alcohol.
She didn't flinch at the crack of Apparition, nor did she turn to face them. Instead, she stared resolutely into the fire with her glass dangling between her fingertips. The high-pitched laughter that followed fell over her in a blanket that she would never admit to being comfort. But it was. It always had been.
"You may have denounced us for your Muggle-born fool, but you're still a Black," the sharp voice said in tones too familiar.
"Is that so?"
"Tsk, tsk, Meda. I'm sure your precious little Teddy wouldn't appreciate you using blood magic to ward your flat." The voice turned soft and seductive. Andromeda shivered. "Especially since you're practically inviting us in. Blood magic is a very naughty and dangerous playing field."
Andromeda shook her head and walked over to pour a glass for her guest. She filled it to the brim- decorum be damned. She finally turned to face the person she had both hoped and dreaded would arrive.
"Have a drink, Bella. Stay awhile and call me by my proper name."
Their fingertips brushed, both cold, when Bella reached for the glass. Andromeda let herself look at Bella, to take in the deep green dress that highlighted the delicate lines of her clavicle and framed the curve of her breast with a slight indention of the strapless dress. The fabric seemed to shimmer as it trailed behind her. Bellatrix was thin, but the dress clung to every curve, a trait that Andromeda had always longed for. She had to settle for the distinctively boyish lines of her own body, while Bellatrix and Narcissa had inherited the enticing curves. Bellatrix's hair was long, slightly wild in curls, but jet black against her alabaster skin. Skin so pale that it looked strikingly beautiful against the stark, black ink that ran bone deep on Bella's left arm.
"Ever the romantic, Meda, but I'm not calling you by that filthy common nickname," Bella said with a hitch in her red lips and an arch in her delicate eyebrow as she locked eyes with Andromeda and brought the drink to her mouth. Bellatrix was referring to Andie, the nickname that Ted had given her at school. Bellatrix had refused to call her Andie because it was common, while Meda was full of power and mystic. Like Bella.
Andromeda felt herself heat under Bellatrix's gaze. She was, by all means, the perfect example of Pureblood breeding at its finest. If Andromeda hadn't spent her entire life jealous of Bella's beauty, she would feel it then. Instead, it curled into something completely different inside her chest and warmed her in a way no fire could. Her eyes were dark, but not without emotion. Bella was never void of emotion- she was too full of passion for any one person to understand or appreciate. It was why she entranced so many.
The wind howled, causing a shutter to bang violently against the window and Andromeda jumped, breaking eye contact with her sister. The temperature of the room seemed to rise and Andromeda breathed deeply, the alcohol swooning into her senses.
"I'd like to say your visit came as a surprise, but you've always been quite predictable," Andromeda said, careful to lace her tone with only a hint of defiance and sarcasm. "Especially since your pathetic excuse for a husband has been lurking rather poorly all week long."
The last came out more bitter and malicious than Andromeda had intended. She felt the flush rise to her cheeks and she looked away from Bella's smirk, her eyes gleeful at Andromeda's mistake. Some things would never change. Andromeda wondered if she should even try to deny Bella what she really came for. She wondered if she even wanted to anymore.
"That was you then, with the Impotency Charm?" Bella took a large sip of her drink and Andromeda watched the lines of her throat work around the burning liquid. And suddenly, Bellatrix wasn't across the room, but centimeters from Andromeda, almost touching her in every line of her body, but not- hovering so close that Andromeda could smell her and remember everything about Bella that she had been trying so hard to forget. Her breath hitched involuntarily when Bella rubbed their cheeks together, her voice silky and cruel.
"How very... subtle of you."
Andromeda stumbled backwards, her neck hitting the mantle piece. Bellatrix didn't move, just stared like a predator excited by the prospect of playing with her prey. Anger surged unexpectedly, but strong, through Andromeda, mostly at her lack of self control. She threw her glass into the fire with a sharp flick of her wrist, it shattered against the back wall of the fireplace and the whisky made a hissing noise as it met flames.
"You've done your duty. You can leave as soon as it conveniences you, Mrs. Lestrange. I'm not going anywhere," Andromeda hissed. Bellatrix laughed.
"Did you think Mother sent me to retrieve you?"
Andromeda felt the tension in her body skyrocket and the burn of alcohol felt hot and white through her veins.
"They've all given up on you, Meda." Bellatrix sneered. "You're just a genetic anomaly that the Blacks will gladly wipe from their tapestries round the world."
"Then why come here? Why waste your precious time when you could be with your dark master?"
Bellatrix was upon her again with a hand wrapped around her neck pressing her into the mantle, so that Andromeda was sure her dress would catch and she would go up in flames. She could feel the heat. She just wasn't sure which direction it was coming from.
"Don't you dare speak of Him with such flippancy. He's given me more than anyone ever has, more than you ever could."
There. The subtle acknowledgement of why Bellatrix was really there. Andromeda gasped, her throat still clamped tightly by Bellatrix's blunt fingernails. Her body arched without her mind's permission, until her hips came in contact with Bella's and Bella relaxed, the storm of rage gone, but the madness that lurked right beneath the surface moved fluid from anger to arousal in only a few seconds. The air changed, hummed with the familiar magic and energy that Andromeda had been addicted to since she was sixteen. Bellatrix relaxed her fingers and played delicately up and down Andromeda's throat with the lightest of touches. Andromeda forgot to cover her moan.
"So little to unravel you, Meda. It takes so little," Bella purred as she set her glass atop the mantle, and reached to palm her sister's breast. Andromeda arched into the touch, feeling all of sixteen again in a cold corridor of Hogwarts with her sister groping her and wanting more, more of her hands and her mouth and the wrongness that came with Andromeda's addiction. "I will say that your absence has been sorely missed."
Bella's thumb pressed on Andromeda's pulse point and her heartbeat was amplified in her ears, so aware of the firm contraction of Bella's fingers around her modest breast and the ache pooling in the fabrics of her knickers.
"Does dear Teddy get to see you like this; a whore for touch and primal attention?"
Shame burned hot and cold through her at the thought of Ted. Ted, who was out fighting for people's rights, in some cases their lives, while Andromeda was back at home playing with the enemy.
"Fuck you," she whispered fiercely, just as Bella slipped her hand into Andromeda's loose dress and rubbed her thumb over Andromeda's pebbled nipple. She gasped and arched again, their hips touching in the barest hint of friction. Bella laughed and moved until their lips were just a breath's width from each other. Andromeda could feel Bella's slow, harsh breaths. She imagined that death's rattle would sound exactly like Bella's breath, sweet and omnipotent, but sharp as broken glass.
"Filthy mouth," Bellatrix whispered, her lips brushing against Andromeda's with every word. "Just like I remember. Do you remember, Meda? Does it keep you warm at night when he's gone? Does it keep you warm at night when he's here, thrusting into you like some mindless dog? Do you need the thought of me to keep you coming under his filthy hands?"
It was wrong. But Andromeda couldn't help but whimper, thrusting violently for Bella's hips just at the thought of their past and the heat of their multitudes of infidelities. Merlin, it was so wrong, but it didn't stop Andromeda from closing the space between them with her mouth, fierce and open to the assault of Bella's tongue. She tasted sweet and tart like black jam, and Andromeda lapped at Bella's tongue with her own and arched into each squeeze of her breast. Bella broke the kiss panting, nipping along her jaw and dragging her lips along Andromeda's skin.
"Because I do, Meda. I need the thought of your breasts spilling into my hands and the arch of your back when I make you come with my tongue on your clit and my hand in your cunt. I need it, the memory of you on my hands, to get me through the day and the attention of lesser men."
A surge of lust ran through her and she ground her hips as much as she could against Bellatrix's. It never failed to make Andromeda unbelievably wet that her sister, a witch of great power and beauty, could want her like Bellatrix desired her. Merlin, the thought of Bella thinking of her while she got off was enough to drive her crazy, imagining Bella laid out against dark sheets and writhing with the thought of her instead of Lestrange or her Dark Lord was enough to make Andromeda beg.
"Please," Andromeda whispered, her eyes closed as Bellatrix breathed shallowly into her ear, the breath ragged and pulsing. She could feel Bella's smirk twist against her cheek and the hand on her breast dragged a lazy fingernail against her sensitive nipple. Andromeda gasped, but bit her tongue to keep from saying anything more.
"Tsk, tsk." Bella said, her tongue curling around Andromeda's ear with feline grace. "Blacks do not beg, so stop acting like some Muggle-born whore."
In a whirl of motion, Bella's flowing dress and Andromeda's own white gown, they fought across the room. Andromeda was unsure where the battle lines were, she pulled at Bellatrix's hair while Bella's tongue took her mouth with violent sweeping movements and sharp, flesh-seeking teeth. They battled for dominance across the small living room until Andromeda felt the back of her calves hit the over stuffed chair Ted's mother had bought for them when they had gotten engaged. They tumbled back, Bellatrix's hands roughly palming Andromeda's breast as their mouths never broke contact. Bella took no time to crawl into Andromeda's lap, her hips swirling for friction as her thighs spread wide.
The once frigid room felt feverish to Andromeda, her hips canting with every movement from Bella, who was pinching and soothing her nipples from underneath her cotton gown, drawing out each gasp and moan from Andromeda's throat. She felt clumsy with want as her own hands moved to cup Bella's breasts, her nipples peaking out of the tousled fabric. Bella moaned, breaking the kiss to arch into Andromeda's palms. Andromeda smirked with power.
She took her time to knead Bella's breasts, until they spilled out the top of her dress and Andromeda took to them with her mouth, tasting the sweetness of Bella's skin. Bella moaned her name, pressing her fingers into the nape of Andromeda's neck in tiny desperate movements. Andromeda moaned with desire and power, lapping and sucking on each of Bella's nipples until they were pink from her attention and pebbled in the coolness of the room.
"Meda," Bella moaned and Andromeda pulled away to trace open-mouthed kisses up Bellatrix's body, nipping slightly at her collar bone and at her pulse point. Bella curved her body, allowing Andromeda access as her own hands tangled in Andromeda's hair.
They found each others lips, open and desperate with panting as Andromeda placed a firm hand on Bellatrix's ankle and trailed it up her leg, gathering the soft fabric of Bellatrix's dress as she went. Andromeda moaned, pressing her thighs together at the softness of Bella's thighs and the needy pleas her hips made as Andromeda worked her hand to Bella's center.
All she found was heated, wet skin.
"Fuck," she whispered across Bella's lips as she dipped her finger into Bella's wet heat. Bella's smirk lasted only a few seconds, Andromeda knowing that Bella had planned every single movement between the two of them before she lost the desire to care as Bella threw her head back and moaned loud with abandon as the pad of Andromeda's thumb made subtle contact with Bella's clit.
"Meda," she said as her hands grasped Andromeda's shoulders, and she fucked herself on the single finger. Bella keened, high and frustrated as Andromeda's thumb varied its pressure and Andromeda smirked at her own teasing. Bella arched prettily, her skin flushed and slick with sweat. Andromeda added a second finger and moved her hand from Bella's breast to gather the fabric to watch as Andromeda gave her pleasure. Not the Dark Lord. Not Lestrange. But Bella's sister. Something ugly and black twisted inside Andromeda.
"Do you like that, Bella?" Andromeda gasped cruelly as she watched her ring finger press into Bella, the gold shining with moisture and the diamond cutting into Bella's skin as she writhed above her. "Do you like it when I fuck you with the ring Ted gave me? Fuck you with your inadequacy?"
Time stood still. Bella's eyes flew open to meet Andromeda's own and her hips stopped, arched into Andromeda's hand. They locked eyes and Andromeda felt as if she was flying apart at the seams. This was what kept her coming back. The notion, the tiny moment when Bella's face filled with regret and whispered promises. The moment when Andromeda knew that if there was no war, no Dark Lord- she would be tracing patterns on Bella's back when she couldn't sleep instead of broad, freckled shoulders and she would kiss full, pink lips instead of thin, chapped ones. In the stilled time between them, Andromeda knew that Bella wished that she was never enchanted with the Dark Lord, so that she could devote her passion to Andromeda. A moment where Bella was burned with Andromeda's own mark that was left long before the Dark Lord's. And Andromeda knew that Bella wanted nothing more in that time than for the ring on Andromeda's finger to have been given by Bellatrix and it's enough. It shouldn't be, but it is. Enough for Andromeda to taste the bitterness of life and stolen kisses and for her to take what should have been hers.
Just as quickly as Bella had come to her, she goes. Her eyes went wide for a moment and she arched again. The heel of Andromeda's hand pressed firmly on her clit and she gasped. There is a brief moment, when Andromeda felt as if they were getting more than just a few glimpses of Bella's precious truth, but it washed away- replaced by the bitter knowledge that Bella belonged to no one but her own desire for power and complete annihilation. Andromeda watched as the skin of Bella's forearm turned red with heat and pain, the tattoo moving and burning into her skin.
Rage filled her. The unfairness of her life and the life that they were meant to live burned hot inside of her and she pressed a third finger in Bella's tightness as Bella ground into Andromeda's hand, fucking herself onto her sister's fingers. Bella gasped, falling apart quickly as the dark mark turned angrier- demanding.
Andromeda watched with a fascination she held only for Bella, as Bella raised her arm to lick the moving mark. Her tongue trailed down it, her face filled with pleasure and devotion as she came, jerking wildly into Andromeda's hand, but tonguing the evidence of her own blatant betrayal.
Bellatrix untangled herself quickly and coldly. Andromeda was still; her body still humming with desire, but from a distance as she watched Bella right her dress, she carefully covered each and every mark Andromeda had made with the subtle concentration of wandless magic.
Andromeda felt numb with searing pain.
Bellatrix walked to the mantle and finished her drink. There was a moment when the tension in Bellatrix's shoulders felt like it was for Andromeda, like Bella wanted to turn and say anything. And for some reason, it stung more than the silence or the crack of Apparition.
The tears came silently.
Andromeda fucked herself slowly, with the same fingers that had just been inside of her sister. Andromeda came with the memory of Bella's laugh and the way she used to steal chaste kisses in between classes or the promises Bella had wanted to make. But Andromeda had heard them anyway. Bella cannot be kept silent by anyone, even something as inhuman and omnipotent as the Dark Lord. Andromeda came with the memory of Bella's 'I love you's and the bitter knowledge that some things that have come to pass were not supposed to- that the end was not supposed to be the way it has presented herself. And that Andromeda had only herself to blame and Bella's name on her lips.
The room felt chilly again. The heat sucked away.
"I'm a fool," she whispered, tears flowing in hot tracks down her face.
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Andromeda/Bellatrix; references to: Bella/Voldy, Andie/Ted Tonks and Bella as a Lestrange
Summary: As first war begins, Andromeda Black (engaged to be Tonks) finds that the lines between love and loyalty are strangely blurred.
Warnings: Incest, infidelity, language, sex, dark themes.
Word Count: 3,517
Andromeda stared into the fire and curled her feet farther beneath her.
It was a particularly cold night, the Prophet had been calling for snow for days, but it hadn't made an appearance yet, just strong winds that had the windows of her small flat rattling viciously and the heating charms all over the flat going cold in a mere thirty minutes. The thick cotton of her night gown did nothing but knock off the edge of the chill and the fire crackled angrily in the corner of the room.
Andromeda sighed and took a sip of her Firewhisky. The ice rattled against the edges of the glass and felt as cold as her fingers, the whisky however, burned deep down her throat and threatened to choke her.
The wind rattled the window.
It had been only hours since Ted had left for a mission with that ridiculous Order, but Andromeda felt as if he had been gone for days. The flat felt desolate without Ted around; his cheerful voice and his bright laughter always found a way to make the most desolate places and times bloom out of darkness. There was a part of her that needed him to chase away her demons, the demons Andromeda couldn't let go of. The ones that were in her blood, deep and curled into her bones, the demons that she didn't have the courage to cast away herself. Ted was always there for that, distracting her from herself, from the call of something sinister and blood red. And she loved him for it. She loved him for so many things. But she hated him when he left her here alone.
For the Order.
Andromeda sneered into the firelight and took a healthy swallow of Firewhisky.
The filthy Order. It wasn't as if Andromeda supported the Dark Lord by any means, but she didn't see why they had to get involved. She didn't see the point in fighting against people who had no rules and for what? Bravery? Courage? The urge to do right? It wasn't their fight. But Ted had refused, looked at her with untrusting eyes until she had relented and swore not to tell a soul. She didn't go to the meetings or on missions or associate with Dumbledore by any means. If Ted wanted to fight, it was his business and she would support him. But it wasn't her fight. She had no stake in what was left in that world. She had abandoned that world for Ted. Only, he hadn't exactly gone with her.
She always had the habit of falling for the untamable, for the idea inside that drove the hands and wild tongues of people.
"I'm a fool," she spat aloud. The fire crackled back at her in response and the wind slashed violently to reflect her mood, but the house felt silent. Almost too silent.
And she knew why. She knew they were coming. It was only a matter of when and whom. She finished the last of her whisky and poured another sizable amount. If she was going to be meeting with family soon, she was going to be as drunk as they were insane. She was almost tempted to pour them a glass, if she only knew how many they would bring.
Eventually the fire warmed the enclosed space of the den, but the heat nor the alcohol made sleep come and the lines between anticipation and dread were blurred. When the wards finally started to vibrate, indicating intruders, Andromeda paced the length of the mantle, her fingers numb with alcohol.
She didn't flinch at the crack of Apparition, nor did she turn to face them. Instead, she stared resolutely into the fire with her glass dangling between her fingertips. The high-pitched laughter that followed fell over her in a blanket that she would never admit to being comfort. But it was. It always had been.
"You may have denounced us for your Muggle-born fool, but you're still a Black," the sharp voice said in tones too familiar.
"Is that so?"
"Tsk, tsk, Meda. I'm sure your precious little Teddy wouldn't appreciate you using blood magic to ward your flat." The voice turned soft and seductive. Andromeda shivered. "Especially since you're practically inviting us in. Blood magic is a very naughty and dangerous playing field."
Andromeda shook her head and walked over to pour a glass for her guest. She filled it to the brim- decorum be damned. She finally turned to face the person she had both hoped and dreaded would arrive.
"Have a drink, Bella. Stay awhile and call me by my proper name."
Their fingertips brushed, both cold, when Bella reached for the glass. Andromeda let herself look at Bella, to take in the deep green dress that highlighted the delicate lines of her clavicle and framed the curve of her breast with a slight indention of the strapless dress. The fabric seemed to shimmer as it trailed behind her. Bellatrix was thin, but the dress clung to every curve, a trait that Andromeda had always longed for. She had to settle for the distinctively boyish lines of her own body, while Bellatrix and Narcissa had inherited the enticing curves. Bellatrix's hair was long, slightly wild in curls, but jet black against her alabaster skin. Skin so pale that it looked strikingly beautiful against the stark, black ink that ran bone deep on Bella's left arm.
"Ever the romantic, Meda, but I'm not calling you by that filthy common nickname," Bella said with a hitch in her red lips and an arch in her delicate eyebrow as she locked eyes with Andromeda and brought the drink to her mouth. Bellatrix was referring to Andie, the nickname that Ted had given her at school. Bellatrix had refused to call her Andie because it was common, while Meda was full of power and mystic. Like Bella.
Andromeda felt herself heat under Bellatrix's gaze. She was, by all means, the perfect example of Pureblood breeding at its finest. If Andromeda hadn't spent her entire life jealous of Bella's beauty, she would feel it then. Instead, it curled into something completely different inside her chest and warmed her in a way no fire could. Her eyes were dark, but not without emotion. Bella was never void of emotion- she was too full of passion for any one person to understand or appreciate. It was why she entranced so many.
The wind howled, causing a shutter to bang violently against the window and Andromeda jumped, breaking eye contact with her sister. The temperature of the room seemed to rise and Andromeda breathed deeply, the alcohol swooning into her senses.
"I'd like to say your visit came as a surprise, but you've always been quite predictable," Andromeda said, careful to lace her tone with only a hint of defiance and sarcasm. "Especially since your pathetic excuse for a husband has been lurking rather poorly all week long."
The last came out more bitter and malicious than Andromeda had intended. She felt the flush rise to her cheeks and she looked away from Bella's smirk, her eyes gleeful at Andromeda's mistake. Some things would never change. Andromeda wondered if she should even try to deny Bella what she really came for. She wondered if she even wanted to anymore.
"That was you then, with the Impotency Charm?" Bella took a large sip of her drink and Andromeda watched the lines of her throat work around the burning liquid. And suddenly, Bellatrix wasn't across the room, but centimeters from Andromeda, almost touching her in every line of her body, but not- hovering so close that Andromeda could smell her and remember everything about Bella that she had been trying so hard to forget. Her breath hitched involuntarily when Bella rubbed their cheeks together, her voice silky and cruel.
"How very... subtle of you."
Andromeda stumbled backwards, her neck hitting the mantle piece. Bellatrix didn't move, just stared like a predator excited by the prospect of playing with her prey. Anger surged unexpectedly, but strong, through Andromeda, mostly at her lack of self control. She threw her glass into the fire with a sharp flick of her wrist, it shattered against the back wall of the fireplace and the whisky made a hissing noise as it met flames.
"You've done your duty. You can leave as soon as it conveniences you, Mrs. Lestrange. I'm not going anywhere," Andromeda hissed. Bellatrix laughed.
"Did you think Mother sent me to retrieve you?"
Andromeda felt the tension in her body skyrocket and the burn of alcohol felt hot and white through her veins.
"They've all given up on you, Meda." Bellatrix sneered. "You're just a genetic anomaly that the Blacks will gladly wipe from their tapestries round the world."
"Then why come here? Why waste your precious time when you could be with your dark master?"
Bellatrix was upon her again with a hand wrapped around her neck pressing her into the mantle, so that Andromeda was sure her dress would catch and she would go up in flames. She could feel the heat. She just wasn't sure which direction it was coming from.
"Don't you dare speak of Him with such flippancy. He's given me more than anyone ever has, more than you ever could."
There. The subtle acknowledgement of why Bellatrix was really there. Andromeda gasped, her throat still clamped tightly by Bellatrix's blunt fingernails. Her body arched without her mind's permission, until her hips came in contact with Bella's and Bella relaxed, the storm of rage gone, but the madness that lurked right beneath the surface moved fluid from anger to arousal in only a few seconds. The air changed, hummed with the familiar magic and energy that Andromeda had been addicted to since she was sixteen. Bellatrix relaxed her fingers and played delicately up and down Andromeda's throat with the lightest of touches. Andromeda forgot to cover her moan.
"So little to unravel you, Meda. It takes so little," Bella purred as she set her glass atop the mantle, and reached to palm her sister's breast. Andromeda arched into the touch, feeling all of sixteen again in a cold corridor of Hogwarts with her sister groping her and wanting more, more of her hands and her mouth and the wrongness that came with Andromeda's addiction. "I will say that your absence has been sorely missed."
Bella's thumb pressed on Andromeda's pulse point and her heartbeat was amplified in her ears, so aware of the firm contraction of Bella's fingers around her modest breast and the ache pooling in the fabrics of her knickers.
"Does dear Teddy get to see you like this; a whore for touch and primal attention?"
Shame burned hot and cold through her at the thought of Ted. Ted, who was out fighting for people's rights, in some cases their lives, while Andromeda was back at home playing with the enemy.
"Fuck you," she whispered fiercely, just as Bella slipped her hand into Andromeda's loose dress and rubbed her thumb over Andromeda's pebbled nipple. She gasped and arched again, their hips touching in the barest hint of friction. Bella laughed and moved until their lips were just a breath's width from each other. Andromeda could feel Bella's slow, harsh breaths. She imagined that death's rattle would sound exactly like Bella's breath, sweet and omnipotent, but sharp as broken glass.
"Filthy mouth," Bellatrix whispered, her lips brushing against Andromeda's with every word. "Just like I remember. Do you remember, Meda? Does it keep you warm at night when he's gone? Does it keep you warm at night when he's here, thrusting into you like some mindless dog? Do you need the thought of me to keep you coming under his filthy hands?"
It was wrong. But Andromeda couldn't help but whimper, thrusting violently for Bella's hips just at the thought of their past and the heat of their multitudes of infidelities. Merlin, it was so wrong, but it didn't stop Andromeda from closing the space between them with her mouth, fierce and open to the assault of Bella's tongue. She tasted sweet and tart like black jam, and Andromeda lapped at Bella's tongue with her own and arched into each squeeze of her breast. Bella broke the kiss panting, nipping along her jaw and dragging her lips along Andromeda's skin.
"Because I do, Meda. I need the thought of your breasts spilling into my hands and the arch of your back when I make you come with my tongue on your clit and my hand in your cunt. I need it, the memory of you on my hands, to get me through the day and the attention of lesser men."
A surge of lust ran through her and she ground her hips as much as she could against Bellatrix's. It never failed to make Andromeda unbelievably wet that her sister, a witch of great power and beauty, could want her like Bellatrix desired her. Merlin, the thought of Bella thinking of her while she got off was enough to drive her crazy, imagining Bella laid out against dark sheets and writhing with the thought of her instead of Lestrange or her Dark Lord was enough to make Andromeda beg.
"Please," Andromeda whispered, her eyes closed as Bellatrix breathed shallowly into her ear, the breath ragged and pulsing. She could feel Bella's smirk twist against her cheek and the hand on her breast dragged a lazy fingernail against her sensitive nipple. Andromeda gasped, but bit her tongue to keep from saying anything more.
"Tsk, tsk." Bella said, her tongue curling around Andromeda's ear with feline grace. "Blacks do not beg, so stop acting like some Muggle-born whore."
In a whirl of motion, Bella's flowing dress and Andromeda's own white gown, they fought across the room. Andromeda was unsure where the battle lines were, she pulled at Bellatrix's hair while Bella's tongue took her mouth with violent sweeping movements and sharp, flesh-seeking teeth. They battled for dominance across the small living room until Andromeda felt the back of her calves hit the over stuffed chair Ted's mother had bought for them when they had gotten engaged. They tumbled back, Bellatrix's hands roughly palming Andromeda's breast as their mouths never broke contact. Bella took no time to crawl into Andromeda's lap, her hips swirling for friction as her thighs spread wide.
The once frigid room felt feverish to Andromeda, her hips canting with every movement from Bella, who was pinching and soothing her nipples from underneath her cotton gown, drawing out each gasp and moan from Andromeda's throat. She felt clumsy with want as her own hands moved to cup Bella's breasts, her nipples peaking out of the tousled fabric. Bella moaned, breaking the kiss to arch into Andromeda's palms. Andromeda smirked with power.
She took her time to knead Bella's breasts, until they spilled out the top of her dress and Andromeda took to them with her mouth, tasting the sweetness of Bella's skin. Bella moaned her name, pressing her fingers into the nape of Andromeda's neck in tiny desperate movements. Andromeda moaned with desire and power, lapping and sucking on each of Bella's nipples until they were pink from her attention and pebbled in the coolness of the room.
"Meda," Bella moaned and Andromeda pulled away to trace open-mouthed kisses up Bellatrix's body, nipping slightly at her collar bone and at her pulse point. Bella curved her body, allowing Andromeda access as her own hands tangled in Andromeda's hair.
They found each others lips, open and desperate with panting as Andromeda placed a firm hand on Bellatrix's ankle and trailed it up her leg, gathering the soft fabric of Bellatrix's dress as she went. Andromeda moaned, pressing her thighs together at the softness of Bella's thighs and the needy pleas her hips made as Andromeda worked her hand to Bella's center.
All she found was heated, wet skin.
"Fuck," she whispered across Bella's lips as she dipped her finger into Bella's wet heat. Bella's smirk lasted only a few seconds, Andromeda knowing that Bella had planned every single movement between the two of them before she lost the desire to care as Bella threw her head back and moaned loud with abandon as the pad of Andromeda's thumb made subtle contact with Bella's clit.
"Meda," she said as her hands grasped Andromeda's shoulders, and she fucked herself on the single finger. Bella keened, high and frustrated as Andromeda's thumb varied its pressure and Andromeda smirked at her own teasing. Bella arched prettily, her skin flushed and slick with sweat. Andromeda added a second finger and moved her hand from Bella's breast to gather the fabric to watch as Andromeda gave her pleasure. Not the Dark Lord. Not Lestrange. But Bella's sister. Something ugly and black twisted inside Andromeda.
"Do you like that, Bella?" Andromeda gasped cruelly as she watched her ring finger press into Bella, the gold shining with moisture and the diamond cutting into Bella's skin as she writhed above her. "Do you like it when I fuck you with the ring Ted gave me? Fuck you with your inadequacy?"
Time stood still. Bella's eyes flew open to meet Andromeda's own and her hips stopped, arched into Andromeda's hand. They locked eyes and Andromeda felt as if she was flying apart at the seams. This was what kept her coming back. The notion, the tiny moment when Bella's face filled with regret and whispered promises. The moment when Andromeda knew that if there was no war, no Dark Lord- she would be tracing patterns on Bella's back when she couldn't sleep instead of broad, freckled shoulders and she would kiss full, pink lips instead of thin, chapped ones. In the stilled time between them, Andromeda knew that Bella wished that she was never enchanted with the Dark Lord, so that she could devote her passion to Andromeda. A moment where Bella was burned with Andromeda's own mark that was left long before the Dark Lord's. And Andromeda knew that Bella wanted nothing more in that time than for the ring on Andromeda's finger to have been given by Bellatrix and it's enough. It shouldn't be, but it is. Enough for Andromeda to taste the bitterness of life and stolen kisses and for her to take what should have been hers.
Just as quickly as Bella had come to her, she goes. Her eyes went wide for a moment and she arched again. The heel of Andromeda's hand pressed firmly on her clit and she gasped. There is a brief moment, when Andromeda felt as if they were getting more than just a few glimpses of Bella's precious truth, but it washed away- replaced by the bitter knowledge that Bella belonged to no one but her own desire for power and complete annihilation. Andromeda watched as the skin of Bella's forearm turned red with heat and pain, the tattoo moving and burning into her skin.
Rage filled her. The unfairness of her life and the life that they were meant to live burned hot inside of her and she pressed a third finger in Bella's tightness as Bella ground into Andromeda's hand, fucking herself onto her sister's fingers. Bella gasped, falling apart quickly as the dark mark turned angrier- demanding.
Andromeda watched with a fascination she held only for Bella, as Bella raised her arm to lick the moving mark. Her tongue trailed down it, her face filled with pleasure and devotion as she came, jerking wildly into Andromeda's hand, but tonguing the evidence of her own blatant betrayal.
Bellatrix untangled herself quickly and coldly. Andromeda was still; her body still humming with desire, but from a distance as she watched Bella right her dress, she carefully covered each and every mark Andromeda had made with the subtle concentration of wandless magic.
Andromeda felt numb with searing pain.
Bellatrix walked to the mantle and finished her drink. There was a moment when the tension in Bellatrix's shoulders felt like it was for Andromeda, like Bella wanted to turn and say anything. And for some reason, it stung more than the silence or the crack of Apparition.
The tears came silently.
Andromeda fucked herself slowly, with the same fingers that had just been inside of her sister. Andromeda came with the memory of Bella's laugh and the way she used to steal chaste kisses in between classes or the promises Bella had wanted to make. But Andromeda had heard them anyway. Bella cannot be kept silent by anyone, even something as inhuman and omnipotent as the Dark Lord. Andromeda came with the memory of Bella's 'I love you's and the bitter knowledge that some things that have come to pass were not supposed to- that the end was not supposed to be the way it has presented herself. And that Andromeda had only herself to blame and Bella's name on her lips.
The room felt chilly again. The heat sucked away.
"I'm a fool," she whispered, tears flowing in hot tracks down her face.
