There is no IF in love
Title: There is no If in love
Characters: Bellatrix Black, Rodolphus Lestrange
Rating: R
Summary: One night can change so much..........
Inspired by the song There is no If by The Cure.
“There is no If in love”
Characters and this song aren't mine.
“Remember the first time I told you I love you -
It was raining hard and you never heard -
You sneezed! and I had to say it over
"I said I love you" I said... you didn't say a word
Just held your hands to my shining eyes
And I watched as the rain ran through your fingers
Held your hands to my shining eyes and smiled as you kissed me...
"if you die" you said "so do i" you said...
And it starts the day you make the sign
"tell me I'm forever yours and you're forever mine
Forever mine... "--- There is no If - The Cure ”
There was something in the air, something different, something electric. Lightning flashed across the sky, and the wind began to pick up considerably.
She saw him linger after the latest Death Eater meeting. She saw the way his eyes stared hungrily, the way they burned with desire.
Desire, Bella’s favorite emotion. She evaluated his lean figure, as she thought about the previous nights. The one’s that were full of the same mundane men, the same lack of fulfillment. The night’s that left her wanting more, some one who could carry her over the threshold, and deliver her from her life. Someone to awake what was sleeping inside. As Bella’s eyes gazed over his body, she realized how beautiful he was. His hair was as dark as her own, and his eyes were bright amber, giving his appearance an alarming allure. Yes, she could envision touching that tan skin, rubbing those delicate lines, the lines in his face that assured her of his bloodline. Maybe tonight, maybe him, maybe she will find the release she is looking for.
As the last of the Death Eaters left, she advanced, seductiveness dripping from her every movement.
Wonderfully disguising the lust from his voice, Rodolphus spoke first, “Might I help you with something Miss Black?”
“Maybe. Depends I guess.” She replied, with an arched eyebrow.
“Depends? On what, may I ask”
“You of course.” She said, while completing the march toward him.
“Me?” Rodolphus asked, allowing a deep throated chuckle to escape his mouth.
“Yes, if you are willing…..would you like to assist me in releasing some…….” The words were lost as she began tracing lines on his chest with her delicate fingers, just barely scratching him, just enough to lead his mind to where she wanted it.
“Miss Black, are you asking me to sleep with you? If so, I am not interested.” He replied, moving away from her grasp.
Her face flew into a fit of emotions, each one violent, and fleeting before he could comprehend what they meant.
“No I didn’t want you to sleep with me, you insolent bastard!” She shouted as she began slapping him.
“Why would I EVER want that from you, I HATE you!”
The words escaped her lips before she could analyze what had happened. All she knew was that his reaction hurt her, stung somehow. How could he turn her down? No one turns her down. She reacted with anger and violence, relying on her own terrible temper to get her through this moment.
Rodolphus’ face was indecipherable. Yet, when he spoke, the words came with the sound of mild annoyance.
“I wasn’t finished. But if, by all means that wasn’t what you meant by sauntering over here, and rubbing, rather seductively I might add, against me, then do leave now.”
Bella looked at him, her dark eyes hardening, “You weren’t finished? Well then finish.”
The words sounding rather lame when spoken out loud.
“I do not wish to sleep with you, I want to consume you.” He said, as he moved quickly to stand in front of her. He trapped her between a tree, and held her there.
“ I want to ravage you like a beast would. I want you possess you, make you scream my name. Does that scare you?”
“No. Only, I think those are rather large threats to fulfill.”
With that, his will snapped. He grabbed her wrists, and pushed them against the tree, over her head. She laughed, a throaty laugh, which only provoked him farther. The blow stung her alabaster skin, and made blood spring from her lips. Bellatrix, licked her lips, watching his eyes, watching as he pressed against her. She felt his lips on her neck, felt his teeth pull at her skin, biting right above her collarbone, something that has always drove Bella insane with lust. She slung her head back, and moaned, the sound escaping her lips to be lost in the cool night’s air. When he heard the moan he laughed, she was willing, very willing.
Bolden by her response, he ripped the top of her dress into, to expose the corset underneath. The sight of the undergarment sent shivers down his spine, it was black, making her pale skin shine in the moonlight. Against that lace garment, her skin was a star. After this moment of thought, he cut her corset off, the cold steel of the blade he used slowly scraping her skin, heightening her arousal.
Breasts exposed, he lathered them with attention, sucking, and licking in rhythmic circles, while Bella entwined her long fingers into his hair. His hands traced down the lines of her curvaceous body, finally ripping away the rest of her dress along with her panties. Her eyes met his as she laughed, and began undressing him. Soon they were completely naked, pressed against each other, in the middle of the woods surrounding Riddle Manor.
As Rodolphus began to explore her body from the inside, Bella was kissing his mouth, crushing him with the urgency of her desire. The heat of her skin almost burning him, he never knew sex could be like this. His mind was consumed with the beauty that was Bella, the way her eyes sparkled, even when clouded by lust. Her eyes, were beautiful, and black, just like her.
All too soon, he couldn’t take it any more, her moans and thrusts were driving him insane, he just wanted to have release, he wanted to come in her, marking this wondrous occasion with his manhood. His hold on her wrists tightened as he began furiously kissing her on the mouth, biting at her lips hoping to convey his urgency. His thrusts became harder and faster, and soon they were both spinning in the moment, urging one another on, trying to achieve ecstasy. Bella came first, as Rodolphus bit her neck once more, she let out a loud, half scream half moan, and pulled Rodolphus’ hair as she came, shaking violently against him and the tree. Rodolphus came seconds later, the scream she issued, breaking his control.
They both stayed pressed against the tree for a long while, living in the afterglow. With one ragged breath, Bella pushed away, and began repairing her clothing so it would be possible for her to dress. Rodolphus grabbed her arm, pulling her into a tight embrace.
“Shall we dance?”
“ There’s no music”
“ Listen to your heart, let that be our music.”
“We are naked”
“That didn’t bother you before.”
Pulled in by the tenderness of his tone, she allowed him to wrap his arms around her, feeling once more the smoothness of his skin against hers. For a long while, she listened to the hum of her heart beat, wondering why she never before realized what beauty there was in it’s tone. Her mind began retracing the events of the night, while she wondered fleetingly if his heartbeat matched her own. At that thought, she pulled away, then grabbed him by the neck to pull him near, kissing him. A kiss filled with all the passion she had, conveying her very soul with the intensity of her motions.
When she pulled away, their eyes met, once more before she disappeared into the night.
Rodolphus was left with nothing but the fading taste of her mouth, and the sound of her voice when she came.
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The rain fell down, dancing in the puddles on the bridge. Stormy grey clouds covered the sky, while the wind blew her dark hair around her head. All in all it was a beautiful picture, watching the young woman spinning in circles, laughing, with a carefree smile, and eyes that sparkled. Those eyes….the most captivating thing about her, some said they were dark brown, but he knows, he knows they are black. Everything about her is black, all consuming, and beautiful, she is black.
It has become an……unfortunate habit of his, this watching. His brother claims he is obsessed….. he’s not very sure. If he didn’t know any better, he would swear he was falling in love. Falling in love with the darkest of them all, the most dangerous, the most….enchanting of the Black sisters, Bellatrix.
Her name escaped his lips as a whisper, barely audible, but spoken all the same. The moment went unnoticed by all save him, it was his confession of love, adoration, loyalty, and the object of these emotions didn’t even hear. Images of her have been running through his mind for ages now, he couldn’t make them stop. After that night, after that dance, the kiss, and the woods, he was caught, entranced, bewitched, in love. She was like an addiction he couldn’t kick. No matter who he had, it was never enough. Every other woman was pale in comparison to Bellatrix.
Whether it was her haughty demeanor, the husky quality of her voice, the sway of her hips, or the witty banter which she supplied in abundance, he couldn’t quite decide. Something…something about Bellatrix attracted him so violently, that he just had to see her, be near her, hear her, everyday. He wanted her in a way he wanted no other. He wanted her for his own, his very own. He wanted to feel their lips touch once more, to feel her on his skin, to smell her, and to never leave her. He wanted the world to see her as his. He wanted a home.
One last look up to the bridge, watching her dance with her younger sister, in a moment of softness many never witnessed, he smiled a sad smile, and said goodbye to his goddess, knowing that one day he would have her. She would be in his arms, and they would dance a never ending dance.
Characters: Bellatrix Black, Rodolphus Lestrange
Rating: R
Summary: One night can change so much..........
Inspired by the song There is no If by The Cure.
“There is no If in love”
Characters and this song aren't mine.
“Remember the first time I told you I love you -
It was raining hard and you never heard -
You sneezed! and I had to say it over
"I said I love you" I said... you didn't say a word
Just held your hands to my shining eyes
And I watched as the rain ran through your fingers
Held your hands to my shining eyes and smiled as you kissed me...
"if you die" you said "so do i" you said...
And it starts the day you make the sign
"tell me I'm forever yours and you're forever mine
Forever mine... "--- There is no If - The Cure ”
There was something in the air, something different, something electric. Lightning flashed across the sky, and the wind began to pick up considerably.
She saw him linger after the latest Death Eater meeting. She saw the way his eyes stared hungrily, the way they burned with desire.
Desire, Bella’s favorite emotion. She evaluated his lean figure, as she thought about the previous nights. The one’s that were full of the same mundane men, the same lack of fulfillment. The night’s that left her wanting more, some one who could carry her over the threshold, and deliver her from her life. Someone to awake what was sleeping inside. As Bella’s eyes gazed over his body, she realized how beautiful he was. His hair was as dark as her own, and his eyes were bright amber, giving his appearance an alarming allure. Yes, she could envision touching that tan skin, rubbing those delicate lines, the lines in his face that assured her of his bloodline. Maybe tonight, maybe him, maybe she will find the release she is looking for.
As the last of the Death Eaters left, she advanced, seductiveness dripping from her every movement.
Wonderfully disguising the lust from his voice, Rodolphus spoke first, “Might I help you with something Miss Black?”
“Maybe. Depends I guess.” She replied, with an arched eyebrow.
“Depends? On what, may I ask”
“You of course.” She said, while completing the march toward him.
“Me?” Rodolphus asked, allowing a deep throated chuckle to escape his mouth.
“Yes, if you are willing…..would you like to assist me in releasing some…….” The words were lost as she began tracing lines on his chest with her delicate fingers, just barely scratching him, just enough to lead his mind to where she wanted it.
“Miss Black, are you asking me to sleep with you? If so, I am not interested.” He replied, moving away from her grasp.
Her face flew into a fit of emotions, each one violent, and fleeting before he could comprehend what they meant.
“No I didn’t want you to sleep with me, you insolent bastard!” She shouted as she began slapping him.
“Why would I EVER want that from you, I HATE you!”
The words escaped her lips before she could analyze what had happened. All she knew was that his reaction hurt her, stung somehow. How could he turn her down? No one turns her down. She reacted with anger and violence, relying on her own terrible temper to get her through this moment.
Rodolphus’ face was indecipherable. Yet, when he spoke, the words came with the sound of mild annoyance.
“I wasn’t finished. But if, by all means that wasn’t what you meant by sauntering over here, and rubbing, rather seductively I might add, against me, then do leave now.”
Bella looked at him, her dark eyes hardening, “You weren’t finished? Well then finish.”
The words sounding rather lame when spoken out loud.
“I do not wish to sleep with you, I want to consume you.” He said, as he moved quickly to stand in front of her. He trapped her between a tree, and held her there.
“ I want to ravage you like a beast would. I want you possess you, make you scream my name. Does that scare you?”
“No. Only, I think those are rather large threats to fulfill.”
With that, his will snapped. He grabbed her wrists, and pushed them against the tree, over her head. She laughed, a throaty laugh, which only provoked him farther. The blow stung her alabaster skin, and made blood spring from her lips. Bellatrix, licked her lips, watching his eyes, watching as he pressed against her. She felt his lips on her neck, felt his teeth pull at her skin, biting right above her collarbone, something that has always drove Bella insane with lust. She slung her head back, and moaned, the sound escaping her lips to be lost in the cool night’s air. When he heard the moan he laughed, she was willing, very willing.
Bolden by her response, he ripped the top of her dress into, to expose the corset underneath. The sight of the undergarment sent shivers down his spine, it was black, making her pale skin shine in the moonlight. Against that lace garment, her skin was a star. After this moment of thought, he cut her corset off, the cold steel of the blade he used slowly scraping her skin, heightening her arousal.
Breasts exposed, he lathered them with attention, sucking, and licking in rhythmic circles, while Bella entwined her long fingers into his hair. His hands traced down the lines of her curvaceous body, finally ripping away the rest of her dress along with her panties. Her eyes met his as she laughed, and began undressing him. Soon they were completely naked, pressed against each other, in the middle of the woods surrounding Riddle Manor.
As Rodolphus began to explore her body from the inside, Bella was kissing his mouth, crushing him with the urgency of her desire. The heat of her skin almost burning him, he never knew sex could be like this. His mind was consumed with the beauty that was Bella, the way her eyes sparkled, even when clouded by lust. Her eyes, were beautiful, and black, just like her.
All too soon, he couldn’t take it any more, her moans and thrusts were driving him insane, he just wanted to have release, he wanted to come in her, marking this wondrous occasion with his manhood. His hold on her wrists tightened as he began furiously kissing her on the mouth, biting at her lips hoping to convey his urgency. His thrusts became harder and faster, and soon they were both spinning in the moment, urging one another on, trying to achieve ecstasy. Bella came first, as Rodolphus bit her neck once more, she let out a loud, half scream half moan, and pulled Rodolphus’ hair as she came, shaking violently against him and the tree. Rodolphus came seconds later, the scream she issued, breaking his control.
They both stayed pressed against the tree for a long while, living in the afterglow. With one ragged breath, Bella pushed away, and began repairing her clothing so it would be possible for her to dress. Rodolphus grabbed her arm, pulling her into a tight embrace.
“Shall we dance?”
“ There’s no music”
“ Listen to your heart, let that be our music.”
“We are naked”
“That didn’t bother you before.”
Pulled in by the tenderness of his tone, she allowed him to wrap his arms around her, feeling once more the smoothness of his skin against hers. For a long while, she listened to the hum of her heart beat, wondering why she never before realized what beauty there was in it’s tone. Her mind began retracing the events of the night, while she wondered fleetingly if his heartbeat matched her own. At that thought, she pulled away, then grabbed him by the neck to pull him near, kissing him. A kiss filled with all the passion she had, conveying her very soul with the intensity of her motions.
When she pulled away, their eyes met, once more before she disappeared into the night.
Rodolphus was left with nothing but the fading taste of her mouth, and the sound of her voice when she came.
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The rain fell down, dancing in the puddles on the bridge. Stormy grey clouds covered the sky, while the wind blew her dark hair around her head. All in all it was a beautiful picture, watching the young woman spinning in circles, laughing, with a carefree smile, and eyes that sparkled. Those eyes….the most captivating thing about her, some said they were dark brown, but he knows, he knows they are black. Everything about her is black, all consuming, and beautiful, she is black.
It has become an……unfortunate habit of his, this watching. His brother claims he is obsessed….. he’s not very sure. If he didn’t know any better, he would swear he was falling in love. Falling in love with the darkest of them all, the most dangerous, the most….enchanting of the Black sisters, Bellatrix.
Her name escaped his lips as a whisper, barely audible, but spoken all the same. The moment went unnoticed by all save him, it was his confession of love, adoration, loyalty, and the object of these emotions didn’t even hear. Images of her have been running through his mind for ages now, he couldn’t make them stop. After that night, after that dance, the kiss, and the woods, he was caught, entranced, bewitched, in love. She was like an addiction he couldn’t kick. No matter who he had, it was never enough. Every other woman was pale in comparison to Bellatrix.
Whether it was her haughty demeanor, the husky quality of her voice, the sway of her hips, or the witty banter which she supplied in abundance, he couldn’t quite decide. Something…something about Bellatrix attracted him so violently, that he just had to see her, be near her, hear her, everyday. He wanted her in a way he wanted no other. He wanted her for his own, his very own. He wanted to feel their lips touch once more, to feel her on his skin, to smell her, and to never leave her. He wanted the world to see her as his. He wanted a home.
One last look up to the bridge, watching her dance with her younger sister, in a moment of softness many never witnessed, he smiled a sad smile, and said goodbye to his goddess, knowing that one day he would have her. She would be in his arms, and they would dance a never ending dance.