Pairing - Helen McCrory/Helena Bonham Carter

So this is a little one-shot I have been thinking about doing for a while. Don't get on at me about the pairing. Yes it is a Helen/Helena fic. I am a huge Helena, Helen and Cissatrix fan so that is where this came from.

Please review and let me know if you liked it! I hope you do!

Enjoy!

"Ouch, careful! Some of that is my real hair you know!'' I squealed as my hair stylists pulled at the wig.

"Sorry Helena.'' She loosened her grip slightly and I let out a sigh at the relief.
Today was a long day. I was sure I would lose my mind if I had to put up with another day of this. My last day on set was actually quite emotional though. Saying goodbye to everyone was sure as hell going to be hard. When you work with someone for as long as filming a Harry Potter movie goes on for you become close. You learn things about how people go about their days, see their little habits and see them for who they really are.

A knock at the door brought me back to my dressing room and away from my thoughts.
"Yes?" I asked and the door opened slowly. I turned my head, pulling from the stylist's hands to see who it was. Helen smiled at me and her eyes glistened as the light hit them.
"Hello beautiful. How was your last day?" She walked over to me, never letting her eyes move from mine.
"Emotional…" I breathed.
"Yeah, I have to come back tomorrow for some final scenes and then that's it for me too. I'm really going to miss everyone." Her eyes were big and she was still in her full costume.
Slowly moving my gaze to my stylist who was watching us, I asked her to leave for a few minutes. She sighed and closed the door behind her.

My eyes shot back to Helen as I stood up and put my arms around her. "I'm really going to miss seeing you all the time." I said into her shoulder.
"Like I could ever not see you all the time." Her voice was beautifully low.
"Hmm…" I agreed.

I was half back to looking like myself again. I was going to miss being Bellatrix. The freedom I had with her was amazing. She was so naughty and… sadistic. It was nice to escape from myself and with Helen playing my sister, Narcissa, I couldn't have been happier. When I first saw Helen in her costume, I fell in love. She looked even more beautiful than she usually did.

I realised that we had been stood in silence while I got lost in my thoughts again. Shaking my head and collecting myself, I tried to think of something to say, but the thoughts I was having about this beautiful woman were too over-powering.

Before even thinking about what I planned to do, I walked slowly over to the door and turned the lock. A look of confusion flushed over Helen's face, followed by a slight smirk. I smiled back at her, looking up through the few black curls that had fallen over my face. I took the few steps back to Helen while I kept my eyes locked with hers. My whole body was shaking with anticipation when I ran the back of my hand over her blushing cheek. Her eyes fluttered shut as she let out a sigh. She wanted this just as much as I did, I could see it from the moment I locked the door.

I lowered my hand, letting it fall down her body, brushing it against her chest before it finally rested on her hip. I moved closer to her body, leaving our lips inches apart. I could feel her deep, unsteady breathing against my skin.

I pushed my lips to hers and pulled back to look into her eyes before covering them again. As the kiss became more heated, her hands began to move across my body slowly and cautiously. Mine did the same, falling from her hips to her arse, caressing it slowly and making her moan into my mouth. As our tongues explored each other's mouths, I felt her hand move to the front my body, down to my lower stomach and then between my legs. I bit down on her lip quite hard as she rubbed though the material of my dress.

Just as I could taste the blood that was filling her mouth, she pushed me back into the chair and climbed on top of me, straddling my legs. I could feel the heat coming from her already. She covered my lips with hers once more before climbing off me and leaning into me, whispering into my ear "Don't move." She left the room, adjusting her clothes as she did and shutting the door behind her.

What came over me? One minute I was just talking to her, the next I wanted her more than I ever thought I could want anybody. As much as I was trying to fight my urges, I couldn't. I wanted her.

My thoughts were interrupted by muffled voices outside the door.
"I need to speak to Helena, it's important. Could you… come back later?" Helen's voice was low still.
"Fine." The un-happy voice of the stylist followed.

The door opened again to reveal Helen standing there with a sadistic look in her eyes and one hand hidden behind her back. She closed to door and locked it without turning around or even breaking eye contact.

"Where'd you go?" I asked, my eyes following her as she paced back over to me.
"The props department" she answered pulling her hand from behind her to show me the rope she was holding.
"What are you planning to do with that?" I knew exactly what she was going to do, I just wanted to hear her say it.
Helen pretended to think about it for a moment "Tie you up," she answered letting her eyes flash down to the rope in her hands and then back to my eyes.
Hearing her say those words sent another rush of heat to my core.
"Someone needs to teach Ms. Bellatrix Lestrange a lesson." Her voice made me shiver.

She pulled me off the chair and began undressing me. Taking off my dress over my head and watching as the curls of the wig fell over my bare skin. Her lips pressed to my shoulder and traced a line of kisses up to my neck. Before I could think, she pushed me back into the chair and knelt down in front of me. She took my right wrist in her hand, held it to the arm of the chair and wrapped the rope around it a few times before finally tying it quite tightly. She did the same with the other and stepped back to admire her work as I tried to pull my wrists from the arms of the chair to touch her but failed completely.

"Nah-ah-ah!" The mocking tone in her voice made me want her even more.
I watched her as she undressed before me. She un-did her dress and dropped into the floor, uncovering her black lace undies. She stood for a moment as my eyes grew bigger, taking in the curves of her beautiful body.

She fell to her knees again and ran both her hands up my thighs coming so close to touching what I wanted her to, but she pulled her hands away and replaced them with her mouth. She planted soft kisses up the inside of my leg before biting down hard. "Ouch!"

"Oh sorry, do you want me to stop?" She asked, knowing the answer. She kept kissing my thigh while she waited for a reply.
"Never" I breathed.

I felt teeth sink into my flesh again and then hot liquid dripping from the wound. Helen moved up my body and her lips found mine. I could taste the metallic blood on her tongue as she kissed me.

Moving back down to the floor, she gripped the thin material of my panties in her teeth and pulled them down my legs, her teeth grazing my pale skin. She pulled my legs apart, exposing me completely and smirking as I let out a sigh when the cool air hit my hot core. I lifted my feet and placed them on the edge of the chair. Helen slid two fingers into me and lowered her head. I felt a wave of pleasure wash through my whole body at her touch. She buried her fingers deeper, hitting the spot that made me squeak with pleasure as her tongue brushed over my swollen clit. I was pretty sure that someone would hear me; my moans were rapidly turning in to screams. I said her name under my breath as she swapped her fingers and tongue round, toying with my clit between her thumb and finger.

I was getting close, my orgasm was building faster. Heat was filling my core, ready to take my whole body.

A few seconds later, my body shook hard as the wave of pleasure flooded me. I screamed and moaned. If my hands weren't tied down I would held Helen's head there for longer, begging for more, but instead she moved up me again and kissed me, letting me taste myself on her lips. Slim legs straddled me again. I tried to pull my hands free again. Helen leant back from me and bit her lip, looking down at the ropes that held me down and then back to my eyes.

"Fine…" She gave in, releasing me from the ropes. My hands instantly flew to her. I must have shocked her because she jumped as I pushed two fingers forcefully into her. Her body reacted instantly, bearing down into my palm. She rocked against my fingers getting in position and then began bouncing on top of me, letting my fingers slide in and out of her. "Please…Helena…more." She was breathless already but I knew what she wanted, so I added another finger, drawing out a moan from her lips as she lowered herself again.

She covered my lips with hers and kissed me passionately, breathing hard into my mouth. I could feel her beginning to start to contract around my fingers. She screamed my name into my mouth and let her body collapse against mine, both of us breathing heavily.

We lay still for a few moments, composing ourselves, before Helen pushed herself back from me, kissed my lips once more and stood up. She stumbled slightly on her still shaky legs and proceeded to get dressed, leaving me to watch her.

She saw the bite marks she had left on my thigh. She giggled and knelt down in front of me again before running her tongue over them trying to sooth the broken skin. "I'm sorry baby."
"Don't be. But I have no idea what Tim is going to think when he sees them…" I said as I touched one of them, wincing slightly.
"Tell him. Tell him you're a naughty girl and you needed to be punished."
I couldn't help but laugh. "Yeah I'm sure he will love that!"

I stood up and pulled my dress on, picking up my panties and putting them in my bag on the dresser. "I might come and see you tomorrow, considering it's your last day." I said with a smile dancing on my lips.
"I'd like that very much." She winked at me and leaned forwards, placing one last kiss on my lips before turning and unlocking the door to find a very startled stylist on the other side. Without a word, Helen winked at her and turned to me, smiled and disappeared down the hall, leaving me to deal with the shocked woman.

"L-let's finish getting that wig off shall we?" She said shakily.
"After you." I said, moving out the way for her to get past me and smiling at her when she didn't make eye contact. That smile didn't leave my lips for the rest of the night.

A.N. Well I hoped you liked reading it as much as I loved writing this little fic! It was so intense writing it! But these two kinda just write themselves.

If I get good reviews and stuff I will consider doing another little one-shot with these two ;)

Thanks for reading - Jessika