"I do wish you had chosen a nicer flat," the Dark Lord murmured. Bellatrix's right hand moved to rest on her belly.
"I apologize, my Lord," Bellatrix responded, using her left hand to draw feather light circles on her right wrist.
There was a unity to sharing a body. For the first time in so many years, Bellatrix felt whole. She was elated, lightheaded with the experience of the Dark Lord being a part of her.
"Do you ever think about anything else, Bella?" His voice was faintly amused, and Bellatrix reddened.
"I apologize," she repeated.
"Don't," he said. "It's quite the insight into what makes you… tick."
She sighed and sank onto the narrow bed, breath speeding up.
"What do you think you're doing?"
She leapt back up. "Nothing."
"Would you take such liberties if we were in separate bodies?"
Dropping her eyes, bowing her head, Bellatrix stood still and modest, keeping her breath steady and her mind blank. "No, my Lord."
"Is there a mirror in this pigsty, Bella?"
"Yes, my Lord."
"Well, then?"
She walked slowly into the wash-room and looked at her reflection in the spotted glass.
"Hm… very pretty."
She shut her eyes, and then snapped them back open when the Dark Lord snarled quietly.
"Don't do that."
He was forcing her hand to move again, sliding up her corseted waist, stroking her belly, and rising to cup her breast.
She moaned quietly. The Dark Lord was forcing her to stare straight ahead into the mirror, eyes wide open as he gently squeezed her with her own hand.
"Enjoying?"
"I enjoy any time spent in your company, my Lord."
"Bellatrix. Firstly, I can hear your thoughts, even when you employ occlemency. Secondly, I can also feel everything your body is doing… and it is a most curious sensation."
Her knees weakened, and it was only the Dark Lord grasping the doorframe that stopped her from collapsing to the ground.
"My Lord…"
"And now I ask again… are you enjoying this?"
"Yes," she breathed.
"Good."
And then, he drew her hand away and rested against the edge of the sink. She gasped in protest, but the Dark Lord ignored her.
"Food," he said. "Food, then sleep, then work." Bellatrix's lips curled into his sneer. "Then play. If you do well."