Title: Good Luck
Rating: M
Pairing(s)/Character(s): Bellatrix/Voldemort
Warnings: implied sexual content
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em - not making any money off 'em. Dern it.
Word Count: 455
Summary: Bellatrix has been having a streak of good luck lately.
Notes:
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry: Ancient Runes - Extra Credit - Write about someone having a streak of good luck.
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry: Hopscotch - Prompts Used - Bellatrix (character), "Don't look at me like that" (dialogue)
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry: Chocolate Frog - Bellatrix Lestrange - Gold - Write about Bellatrix Lestrange
If You Date Challenge: Prompt Used - 14. Light Dusting
Ultimate Battle Competition 2: single accessory
Bellatrix's eyes widened at what her husband just said.
Rodolphus rolled his eyes. "Don't look at me like that," he ordered with a wry smile on his face.
Bellatrix shook her head. "I just can't believe it."
"Disappointed?" he asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Of course not. The last thing I want is to be a mother. I just didn't think you would agree with me. Especially since Rabastan isn't looking to get married and continue the family name."
"We have too many things to do for our Lord. A kid would take our time away from our destiny. It seems like the practical decision. Maybe when our Lord is ruler of the Wizarding world we can have a kid."
Bellatrix grinned and wrapped her arms around his neck. "I am so glad you agree with me," she stated before giving him a deep kiss. It was something she rarely did, but his easy assent deserved the gift. She knew would have gotten Rodolphus to see her point of view eventually, but this sure saved a lot of time. Now she could devote even more of her time to her Lord.
Bellatrix happily entered her Lord's mansion. He had called for a special meeting. Ever since she knew she didn't have to worry about Rodolphus demanding an heir from her, she had been in a very good mood. Her torturing was inspired as her good mood helped her creativity. She was sure her Lord was proud of her and this special meeting was to praise her.
She entered the throne room and fought the shiver of desire when his eyes gazed upon her.
"You've done very well lately," he murmured.
She bowed. "Thank you, my Lord. I think so too. Do you have a mission for me?"
She dared to look up at him and the way the light dusted over his body in a subtle manner sent heat coiling sharply in her stomach.
His gestured for her to come closer and she scampered to him. "You deserve an award, my pet. What would you like?" he asked, eyes glinting knowingly.
Bellatrix didn't have to be asked twice and with a flick of her wand, her Death Eater robes and dress disappeared from her body. "You inside me."
She thought for sure she would be punished. She didn't mind. She was sure punishment would be as pleasurable as the actual pleasure of having him inside of her.
He surprised her by gripping her waist with strong hands and pulling her so she straddled him. "As you wish."
Her last thought as he rid himself of his trousers and plunged inside of her quivering body was, 'I can't believe the good luck I've been having.'