and I'll tell you (and make you) my secrets
a/n: warning for some smut.
There's something about the thrill of sneaking around that they both love so much.
Usually, the only time Walburga can find to be with Druella, truly be with her the way she wants, is when their families gather. After the proper niceties have been exchanged, they take to another room, one where they are less likely to be overheard.
The door closes and clothing is hastily thrown to the floor. Timing is everything - they have both so much and so little. From here, Walburga leads Druella to the couch, pushes her down, and straddles her lap. Then the kisses begin, deep ones that light a fire down below.
Fingers trail lower and lower, but come to an abrupt halt as footsteps - those of a small child - can be heard nearby. They both know that Bellatrix (that has to be who it is, as Andromeda is far more likely to remain with the grown-ups) has a habit of getting into what she shouldn't and no half-moaned threats of bodily harm will dissuade her. As soon as the little footsteps disappear, they pick up where they left off.
Touches are finally (after what feels like so, so long) placed on the most sensitive of areas. Both work as quickly as they can, trying to minimize the amount of time they need in order to bring each other to ecstasy. Finally Druella clenches around Walburga's fingers, and she follows suit moments later.
Walburga repositions herself next to her lover as they attempt to compose themselves, get their breathing back to normal and prepare to present the image that their time away has been completely innocent. Despite the fact that they have no idea when they will be able to do this again, despite the fact that they both wish it could last a little longer, they replace their clothes, taking care to ensure that nothing seems out of place, and return to their husbands.
(Both are convinced that their wives only want a little "girl time." They don't know, in the grand scheme of things, just how right they are.)