Passivus
Title: Passivus
Characters/Pairings: Andromeda/Bellatrix, small mention of Andromeda/Ted
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Incest, a minimal amount of non-graphic het.
Disclaimer: They're not mine, alas.
Word Count: 1,305
Summary: Bellatrix would watch them sometimes.
A/N: Written for pornish_pixies The Internet's for Porn challenge.
Bellatrix sleeps fitfully this particular night and is awoken immediately when Andromeda slips into her room, wand tip alight. Bellatrix turns and looks at her, framed by the doorway; she takes in her appearance and notes with disgust that she is wearing his clothes. Her hair is tied back in a ponytail and her eyes are still rimmed with Muggle eyeliner, smudged slightly from sleep. She shifts her weight from foot and foot and her cautious glance seems to be asking Bellatrix for something, aware of the tension although not understanding it.
Bellatrix turns away from her after a moment and is about to tell her to leave when Andromeda speaks.
“Bella,” she pleads, and Bellatrix hears the desperate tone in her voice, hears her walk lightly across the room. Bellatrix turns again and looks at the ceiling, and Andromeda kneels on the side of her bed. She reaches out with trembling fingers and tucks a strand of Bellatrix’s hair behind her ears. “Please, Bella,” she whispers.
***
Bellatrix would watch them sometimes when she could tell that Andromeda thought no one knew. But it had always been surprisingly obvious to her whenever Andromeda brought that filth anywhere near the Black estate. Andromeda could never hide him, and she was almost smart enough to never try. Lately, she had been sneaking off to see him more and more, but there was still an occasional time when she brought him to the manor, and Bellatrix would take her time walking through the grounds, moving ever closer to where they lay hidden.
She would stop when faint noises came to her ears, and she would creep closer to wherever she knew her sister was getting fucked by that Muggle trash; and she would watch them, half disgusted, half turned on by the sight of her sister naked against the ground, her black hair splayed across the grass, her fair skin shining with sweat. She would watch until he stilled above her and squeezed his eyes shut, coming inside of her.
But she also saw how Andromeda would open her eyes, craving more. And she had gotten her sister off enough to know when it wasn’t real.
Bellatrix would walk away silently, cursing that Muggle who Andromeda claimed to love. The image of him and her sister was burned into her memory and rage boiled through her veins whenever she thought of it-whenever she though of Andromeda with anyone besides herself.
***
Bellatrix knows what Andromeda wants, and the anger she felt earlier that day erupts again inside of her; she feels a savage pleasure knowing that he can’t satisfy her, that she can’t bring herself off no matter how hard she tries, that she needs her.
Bellatrix is torn between resentment and want. Her entire body is pulsing with desire but she tries to hide it, enacting some personal revenge against her sister. But Andromeda cups Bellatrix’s chin with her thin fingers and before she can do anything else Bellatrix grabs her wrist and pulls her towards herself, kissing her hard.
Her hand goes to the back of Andromeda’s neck and she releases her hair, which cascades down her shoulders in elegant waves. Bella wraps her fingers in Andromeda’s dark hair and pushes her closer, her tongue as far into Andromeda’s mouth as she can reach. A breathy moan escapes Andromeda’s mouth and she repositions herself on top of Bellatrix, straddling her waist. Bellatrix untangles her fingers from her hair and as they break the kiss she finds the hem of Andromeda’s shirt and pulls it over her head. Her fingers then find their way to the elastic waistband of Andromeda’s shorts, and she teases them off of her hips before Andromeda kicks them to the floor.
Bellatrix pushes Andromeda onto the bed next to her and she pulls down the duvet, exposing her naked form. Andromeda knows from years of experience that Bellatrix won’t even touch her until she gives her what she wants, so she crawls back on top of Bellatrix, her breasts pressing against her sister’s, and she kisses her neck hungrily, her hands tracing the curves of hips and waist.
She moves down Bellatrix’s body and kisses her breasts, lapping at her hard nipples. Bellatrix moans and arches into Andromeda’s body, Andromeda’s hands going beneath her to frame the small of her back. Bellatrix can’t take anymore without contact and she moves her hand between their bodies to touch her clit but Andromeda grabs her wrist to stop her; she replaces it with her own hand. She runs her fingers through Bellatrix’s coarse hair before brushing across her clit. Bellatrix stifles a cry and Andromeda shoves two fingers inside of her, pushing in as far as they will go. Bellatrix clenches around them and inhales deeply as Andromeda adds a third, then a fourth finger. Andromeda rotates her fingers inside of Bellatrix, her thumb tracing circles across her clit.
“Faster,” Bellatrix chokes out and Andromeda obeys, quickening her pace. She pushes faster harder until she feels Bellatrix tighten around her fingers, harder this time, and as she comes Andromeda slips her fingers out, wiping them on the sheets. Andromeda kisses Bellatrix just below her breasts and whispers against her skin, intelligible words that Bellatrix doesn’t hear but knows she doesn’t need to.
She grabs Andromeda’s hair again harshly and pulls her head back up to her own, kisses her open-mouthed once before forcing her onto the bed next to her. She kneels over her sister and slowly drags her leg across Andromeda’s hips, straddling her. Andromeda can feel how wet she is as she leans down across her torso. Bellatrix’s fingers flit over Andromeda’s ribs and she cups her breasts, working the nipples to hard points.
Andromeda closes her eyes and arches into her sister’s touch. Bellatrix pinches each nipple once, eliciting a strangled yelp of pain from Andromeda before she slides down her body past her knees. Bellatrix lays on her stomach and spreads Andromeda’s bent legs, exposing her. She kisses Andromeda’s inner thigh and Andromeda frantically wraps her fingers in the sheets, moaning, thrusting her hips towards Bellatrix.
Bellatrix takes her time, whispering words she knows Andromeda can’t hear-words of hate and jealousy and disgust-so close to Andromeda’s clit that she trembles above her, pleading. Bellatrix stops only when she’s said all that she needs to; then, opening her with both hands, she firmly licks Andromeda from opening to clit. Andromeda cries out, arching her body upwards, and Bellatrix licks her again, tongue running slowly inside the folds of her vagina. She sucks Andromeda’s clit into her mouth, running her tongue over it in circles before licking downwards, her tongue covering the slit.
Andromeda pants heavily, thrusting into Bellatrix’s mouth, heat enveloping her. Her knuckles are white from gripping the sheets and she knows she won’t last much longer. Bellatrix moves her mouth away for the slightest of seconds, causing her sister to cry out. Bellatrix sneers gracefully, watching her, before she pushes her tongue into Andromeda’s slit and fucks her with her mouth, her hand going to massage Andromeda’s sore clit.
Bellatrix thrusts her tongue in and out of Andromeda, her fingers working her clit the entire time, and she quickens the pace before Andromeda cries out so loudly as she comes that she’s sure their parents or Narcissa will awake. Bellatrix licks her once more before she inches up her body. She pushes her tongue into Andromeda’s mouth; Andromeda can taste herself on her sister’s tongue and a moan escapes her throat.
Bellatrix breaks the kiss but lingers. Another wave of disgust washes over her-this time at herself, as well; and she bites down fiercely on Andromeda’s lip and whispers “Get out,” into her mouth before rolling off of her, nearly asleep before she closes her eyes.
Characters/Pairings: Andromeda/Bellatrix, small mention of Andromeda/Ted
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Incest, a minimal amount of non-graphic het.
Disclaimer: They're not mine, alas.
Word Count: 1,305
Summary: Bellatrix would watch them sometimes.
A/N: Written for pornish_pixies The Internet's for Porn challenge.
Bellatrix sleeps fitfully this particular night and is awoken immediately when Andromeda slips into her room, wand tip alight. Bellatrix turns and looks at her, framed by the doorway; she takes in her appearance and notes with disgust that she is wearing his clothes. Her hair is tied back in a ponytail and her eyes are still rimmed with Muggle eyeliner, smudged slightly from sleep. She shifts her weight from foot and foot and her cautious glance seems to be asking Bellatrix for something, aware of the tension although not understanding it.
Bellatrix turns away from her after a moment and is about to tell her to leave when Andromeda speaks.
“Bella,” she pleads, and Bellatrix hears the desperate tone in her voice, hears her walk lightly across the room. Bellatrix turns again and looks at the ceiling, and Andromeda kneels on the side of her bed. She reaches out with trembling fingers and tucks a strand of Bellatrix’s hair behind her ears. “Please, Bella,” she whispers.
***
Bellatrix would watch them sometimes when she could tell that Andromeda thought no one knew. But it had always been surprisingly obvious to her whenever Andromeda brought that filth anywhere near the Black estate. Andromeda could never hide him, and she was almost smart enough to never try. Lately, she had been sneaking off to see him more and more, but there was still an occasional time when she brought him to the manor, and Bellatrix would take her time walking through the grounds, moving ever closer to where they lay hidden.
She would stop when faint noises came to her ears, and she would creep closer to wherever she knew her sister was getting fucked by that Muggle trash; and she would watch them, half disgusted, half turned on by the sight of her sister naked against the ground, her black hair splayed across the grass, her fair skin shining with sweat. She would watch until he stilled above her and squeezed his eyes shut, coming inside of her.
But she also saw how Andromeda would open her eyes, craving more. And she had gotten her sister off enough to know when it wasn’t real.
Bellatrix would walk away silently, cursing that Muggle who Andromeda claimed to love. The image of him and her sister was burned into her memory and rage boiled through her veins whenever she thought of it-whenever she though of Andromeda with anyone besides herself.
***
Bellatrix knows what Andromeda wants, and the anger she felt earlier that day erupts again inside of her; she feels a savage pleasure knowing that he can’t satisfy her, that she can’t bring herself off no matter how hard she tries, that she needs her.
Bellatrix is torn between resentment and want. Her entire body is pulsing with desire but she tries to hide it, enacting some personal revenge against her sister. But Andromeda cups Bellatrix’s chin with her thin fingers and before she can do anything else Bellatrix grabs her wrist and pulls her towards herself, kissing her hard.
Her hand goes to the back of Andromeda’s neck and she releases her hair, which cascades down her shoulders in elegant waves. Bella wraps her fingers in Andromeda’s dark hair and pushes her closer, her tongue as far into Andromeda’s mouth as she can reach. A breathy moan escapes Andromeda’s mouth and she repositions herself on top of Bellatrix, straddling her waist. Bellatrix untangles her fingers from her hair and as they break the kiss she finds the hem of Andromeda’s shirt and pulls it over her head. Her fingers then find their way to the elastic waistband of Andromeda’s shorts, and she teases them off of her hips before Andromeda kicks them to the floor.
Bellatrix pushes Andromeda onto the bed next to her and she pulls down the duvet, exposing her naked form. Andromeda knows from years of experience that Bellatrix won’t even touch her until she gives her what she wants, so she crawls back on top of Bellatrix, her breasts pressing against her sister’s, and she kisses her neck hungrily, her hands tracing the curves of hips and waist.
She moves down Bellatrix’s body and kisses her breasts, lapping at her hard nipples. Bellatrix moans and arches into Andromeda’s body, Andromeda’s hands going beneath her to frame the small of her back. Bellatrix can’t take anymore without contact and she moves her hand between their bodies to touch her clit but Andromeda grabs her wrist to stop her; she replaces it with her own hand. She runs her fingers through Bellatrix’s coarse hair before brushing across her clit. Bellatrix stifles a cry and Andromeda shoves two fingers inside of her, pushing in as far as they will go. Bellatrix clenches around them and inhales deeply as Andromeda adds a third, then a fourth finger. Andromeda rotates her fingers inside of Bellatrix, her thumb tracing circles across her clit.
“Faster,” Bellatrix chokes out and Andromeda obeys, quickening her pace. She pushes faster harder until she feels Bellatrix tighten around her fingers, harder this time, and as she comes Andromeda slips her fingers out, wiping them on the sheets. Andromeda kisses Bellatrix just below her breasts and whispers against her skin, intelligible words that Bellatrix doesn’t hear but knows she doesn’t need to.
She grabs Andromeda’s hair again harshly and pulls her head back up to her own, kisses her open-mouthed once before forcing her onto the bed next to her. She kneels over her sister and slowly drags her leg across Andromeda’s hips, straddling her. Andromeda can feel how wet she is as she leans down across her torso. Bellatrix’s fingers flit over Andromeda’s ribs and she cups her breasts, working the nipples to hard points.
Andromeda closes her eyes and arches into her sister’s touch. Bellatrix pinches each nipple once, eliciting a strangled yelp of pain from Andromeda before she slides down her body past her knees. Bellatrix lays on her stomach and spreads Andromeda’s bent legs, exposing her. She kisses Andromeda’s inner thigh and Andromeda frantically wraps her fingers in the sheets, moaning, thrusting her hips towards Bellatrix.
Bellatrix takes her time, whispering words she knows Andromeda can’t hear-words of hate and jealousy and disgust-so close to Andromeda’s clit that she trembles above her, pleading. Bellatrix stops only when she’s said all that she needs to; then, opening her with both hands, she firmly licks Andromeda from opening to clit. Andromeda cries out, arching her body upwards, and Bellatrix licks her again, tongue running slowly inside the folds of her vagina. She sucks Andromeda’s clit into her mouth, running her tongue over it in circles before licking downwards, her tongue covering the slit.
Andromeda pants heavily, thrusting into Bellatrix’s mouth, heat enveloping her. Her knuckles are white from gripping the sheets and she knows she won’t last much longer. Bellatrix moves her mouth away for the slightest of seconds, causing her sister to cry out. Bellatrix sneers gracefully, watching her, before she pushes her tongue into Andromeda’s slit and fucks her with her mouth, her hand going to massage Andromeda’s sore clit.
Bellatrix thrusts her tongue in and out of Andromeda, her fingers working her clit the entire time, and she quickens the pace before Andromeda cries out so loudly as she comes that she’s sure their parents or Narcissa will awake. Bellatrix licks her once more before she inches up her body. She pushes her tongue into Andromeda’s mouth; Andromeda can taste herself on her sister’s tongue and a moan escapes her throat.
Bellatrix breaks the kiss but lingers. Another wave of disgust washes over her-this time at herself, as well; and she bites down fiercely on Andromeda’s lip and whispers “Get out,” into her mouth before rolling off of her, nearly asleep before she closes her eyes.