January cleaning brings the FIC. Or drabbles, anyway.
I'm attempting to finish old fics (January cleaning of hard drives or something) and since I have yet to finish the actually substantial ones (you know, those that have been unfinished since 2007), I will at least post this. Totally gratuitous B/R, totally fun to write.
Title: The Visitor
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Bellatrix, Rodolphus
Words: 450
"I wanted to show you this," she said before he even asked what she was doing in his office in London instead of in some dingy classroom in Scotland, handing him what looked like a long and rather complicated theory on the inner workings of Ministry Blockage Spells.
"This is why God created owls, Belladonna," he said wryly, as usual amused by her reaction to the sarcastic pet name he had coined some years ago. "So we could avoid the cross-country Apparitions with paperwork."
He didn't doubt that he'd be very thankful for her journey once he looked at her theories that usually were correct. She had an uncanny ability to decode Ministry logic faster than any of them - something she was well aware of without him pointing it out.
“There was no need not to speed up the inevitable,” she shrugged. “And you need all the help you can get.”
“Humble as always, are we?”
"Then I got bored," she added in an entirely different tone, not surprisingly disregarding his comment entirely and sliding down in his lap instead.
"Is that so?"
"Entertain me."
"In case you haven't noticed Belladonna, I have business to attend to," he said with a sweeping gesture towards the piles of parchment on his desk.
"Yes,” she said, giving his workload a brief uninterested glance. “Me."
"It is so incredibly dull there," she continued, wrapping an arm around his neck to steady herself, forcing him to accommodate her. "Not even Wilkes is around anymore."
"Now there's a great loss to humanity," he scoffed, letting his hands explore her hips and legs entirely against his better judgment. "I'd think most things would be far smoother now, seeing as there's no longer any need to explain everything twice."
The skin on her bared leg was smooth, his not very obedient mind noted.
"You never come to see me anymore," she continued accusatorially, her hands far friendlier than her tone.
"That's not true," he defended himself, struggling to win the battle against his now very not obedient mind. He’d have to do something about that. Tomorrow. "I was there last week!"
"Not long enough," she said with finality, shifting slightly but very pleasantly on his lap and pressing closer to him. He closed his eyes briefly, conceding defeat before the one thing he ever let defeat him. For the time being.
"I'm going to have to make up for that then, haven't I?" he murmured in her ear, allowing his hands to do as they had craved to do ever since she stepped into his office.
“You had better, or I’ll find someone else to satisfy me.”
“Good luck with that, I say…”
“Humble, are we?”
”Always.”
Title: The Visitor
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Bellatrix, Rodolphus
Words: 450
"I wanted to show you this," she said before he even asked what she was doing in his office in London instead of in some dingy classroom in Scotland, handing him what looked like a long and rather complicated theory on the inner workings of Ministry Blockage Spells.
"This is why God created owls, Belladonna," he said wryly, as usual amused by her reaction to the sarcastic pet name he had coined some years ago. "So we could avoid the cross-country Apparitions with paperwork."
He didn't doubt that he'd be very thankful for her journey once he looked at her theories that usually were correct. She had an uncanny ability to decode Ministry logic faster than any of them - something she was well aware of without him pointing it out.
“There was no need not to speed up the inevitable,” she shrugged. “And you need all the help you can get.”
“Humble as always, are we?”
"Then I got bored," she added in an entirely different tone, not surprisingly disregarding his comment entirely and sliding down in his lap instead.
"Is that so?"
"Entertain me."
"In case you haven't noticed Belladonna, I have business to attend to," he said with a sweeping gesture towards the piles of parchment on his desk.
"Yes,” she said, giving his workload a brief uninterested glance. “Me."
"It is so incredibly dull there," she continued, wrapping an arm around his neck to steady herself, forcing him to accommodate her. "Not even Wilkes is around anymore."
"Now there's a great loss to humanity," he scoffed, letting his hands explore her hips and legs entirely against his better judgment. "I'd think most things would be far smoother now, seeing as there's no longer any need to explain everything twice."
The skin on her bared leg was smooth, his not very obedient mind noted.
"You never come to see me anymore," she continued accusatorially, her hands far friendlier than her tone.
"That's not true," he defended himself, struggling to win the battle against his now very not obedient mind. He’d have to do something about that. Tomorrow. "I was there last week!"
"Not long enough," she said with finality, shifting slightly but very pleasantly on his lap and pressing closer to him. He closed his eyes briefly, conceding defeat before the one thing he ever let defeat him. For the time being.
"I'm going to have to make up for that then, haven't I?" he murmured in her ear, allowing his hands to do as they had craved to do ever since she stepped into his office.
“You had better, or I’ll find someone else to satisfy me.”
“Good luck with that, I say…”
“Humble, are we?”
”Always.”