Sirius/Bellatrix
His face contorted with disgust as he registered that it was her foot that had been stroking his leg under the table. Bellatrix raised an eyebrow in silent amusement. Sirius couldn't help but be slightly impressed that Bellatrix was able to make him feel incredibly uncomfortable whilst managing to maintain an air of normalcy during the conversation she was having with his father, Orion. He cursed under his breath as he turned away… stupid, beautiful, psycho bitch…
*
Across the table from Sirius, Bellatrix allowed herself a smirk, before adopting a look of upmost attention…her Uncle's speeches on the values of pure blood weren't to be taken lightly.
But she couldn't suppress a small smile upon feeling Sirius' glacial glare scorching her from the seat opposite. As she took a sip of her wine, she turned her face towards her cousin and winked unobtrusively. Her eyes flashed in glee as he let out a small snarl at her shameless flirting. Again she continued to stroke his leg with her own…
*
Deep breaths, Sirius told himself, don't let her get to you, just take deep breaths…
For a full three minutes – yes he was counting – Sirius managed not to look in her direction; and by concentrating on the intricate design engraved into the silver goblets, he had managed to ignore her stroking his leg…
Although now he thought about it, her foot was higher up his leg than he remembered, caressing his inner thigh. Upon this realisation, a hot, violent throbbing erupted in his groin…
He gasped, and in his shock, found himself trapped in her smouldering gaze. She was smirking, of course she knew the effect she was having on him, and he was sickened – sickened because she was his cousin, the thought of it made him feel dirty; Black.
But a stronger emotion ignited in his stomach as he considered what he thought then to be a highly unlikely outcome of that evening. The emotion was horror: he was horrified because he realised now that he wanted her…
*
Bellatrix recognized the look in his eyes, for seeing it upon the faces of men wasn't new to her.
Lust. She had him where she wanted him. She was going to be the one to teach him a lesson. She had failed with Andromeda, but she wasn't going to lose Sirius to the other side; he was too powerful, too beautiful. Well of course he was beautiful; after all, they shared the same hair, the same eyes, the same skin, the same lean - and in Bellatrix's case willowy - build.
Holding his gaze in hers, she bit down slowly on her bottom lip, raising her eyebrows seductively at her younger cousin. Her eyes flashed once more as she felt his response growing under his robes.
*
Bellatrix excused herself from the family meal, folding her napkin and placing it on her chair as she made to leave the room. She did not turn back once as she headed towards to kitchen door, but smiled in triumph as she heard another chair scrape against the stone floor, and the soft footsteps of Sirius at her heel. Where he belongs, she thought.
*
Sirius followed his older cousin up what seemed like countless flights of stairs. He was unable to process a single thought; his eyes had been captivated by her rounded hips, her long, shapely legs, the jet black hair which hung to her waist…
He continued to follow her like an obedient hound, being led without words. At this moment in time, he didn't care that it was sick, that it was wrong, all her wanted was her. He needed to feel her soft thighs gliding over his hips, to hear her moaning his own name in his ear…he whimpered in desire, causing Bellatrix to laugh darkly as she shut the door to the room they had just entered. Although it was in darkness, Sirius knew it instantly; it was his bedroom.
Feeling bold in these familiar surroundings, Sirius stepped towards Bellatrix and kissed her. He was not gentle as a lover would be, simply because he did not love Bellatrix, nor could he. He was rough, urgent and thrilled at her response. Bellatrix wasn't just another nameless, faceless girl from Hogwarts, she was a woman, fully developed and experienced, she needed no guiding, and Sirius revelled in the feeling. He longed to be controlled as opposed to controlling, and this is exactly what this harpy has managed to do. She was controlling him. He couldn't explain how his pure hatred of his cousin had somehow transformed into a malignant mixture of lust and self awakening, which fired his blood, made this insane creature all the more desirable to him…
*
She was furious with herself, for being so weak. It was to be a lesson, nothing more. She had planned to seduce him, bring him over to the right side, away from the mudblood filth he rubbed shoulders with. But he had taken to upper hand.
Bellatrix, as much as she wanted to, could not pull away from his soft, full lips, could not resist the large, rough hands roaming over her back. His hot breath on her face was sweet, his grey eyes burning in the darkness.
She kept trying to count to ten, to restrain herself, but each time he would do something else she wasn't expecting. First it was nipping her earlobe, the second time he undid the first button of her dress…
Her breath was becoming steadily faster, his more ragged. He peeled off his shirt, and Bellatrix stroked his torso with her fingertips, over his erect nipples, the rigid muscles of his stomach, down to the waist belt of his trousers.
She managed to slide them down as he began to claim her neck his with searing kisses. Lower and lower they went until her dress was also in a crumpled heap upon his bedroom floor.
They moved to the bed in an awkward tangle of limbs, both breathing heavily, every rational thought forgotten.
