So hey again.
As this is going to be a bunch of snippets (not more than 50 words), I do not feel like making 50 separate chapters, hence there will be 5 chapters with 10 snippets each.
Each prompting word will stand before its snippet, in bold.
Drink
It was always a wonder to Bellatrix how much Natasha could drink. After several tries of holding down more than the redhead, her only choice was to conclude that Russian people had to posses their own sort of magic for them to hold so much liquid.
Memory
Natasha was very sensitive about the subject of memory. She had never had a problem with Bellatrix' past, nor her use of magic on Natasha, until the day the black-haired woman erased her memory. Bellatrix did not pick up her wand for seven days after Natasha's tantrum.
Fearless
Bellatrix always thought Natasha was fearless, just like she was herself. Natasha wasn't as naïve. She knew everyone feared something, and you could never have a strength as good as knowing your own fears and weaknesses.
Flavour
Bellatrix' always liked her relations to be sweet little things, but she could not deny that for every sweetness she found in Natasha, there was also a bitterness, a sourness, a blandness, a saltiness. It was an overwhelming flavor Bellatrix was never sure she liked.
Doubt
Many a times, Natasha had found herself doubting her choices in the past year. The doubt that kept her up at night though, was whether she had been smart in proposing to Bellatrix.
Dream
A disciplined mind could keep any dream away, but when Natasha's mind failed at that, when the red room returned in nightmares, Natasha found Bellatrix' pensieve inconceivably useful. Finishing your dreams did, after all, make them disappear.
Pass
Natasha had cursed and yelled, and if she had been anyone else, she would maybe even have cried, but nothing of that would change Bellatrix' opinion, and therefore not the situation she found herself in. Natasha was pregnant, and had to pass on both alcohol and missions.
River
Natasha being pregnant and therefore not practicing excessive amounts of physical work—which also included sex when it came to Bellatrix—had led to Bellatrix loudly and irritated concluding that calling sex physical work was like calling a mountain a river.
Pin
Whether she was pushed onto the bed, held close or pinned to the wall, Bellatrix had never before known whether to feel more intimidated or aroused by the superhuman spy. With a growing belly, the intimidation fell, and the arousal rose though. With every growing day, until Bella could no longer remember why there was a question.
Sweet
Her partner had always been cold, brutal and cynical, wonderfully dark some would say. It seemed like their relationship was turned upside down though, and Bellatrix grew sweeter and sweeter for each growing day, and Natasha found herself liking it.