A.N: Prompts and stuff at the bottom. Thanks Bex for beta-ing! Warning for some smut.
it hurts so bad (but it feels so good)
It was the middle of the night when Druella Rosier took a breath as she turned the key in the lock to the door of the familiar hotel room. It was the same room they always used, in the same run-down old hotel whose patrons and staff didn't ask any questions when an upper-class woman requested the key.
She glanced at the window before entering the room. The moonlight gleamed through and cast shadows on the hallway—judgemental shadows that eyed her snobbishly.
When she entered the room and closed the door sharply behind her, she was quick to recognise the musky smell of old linen and Firewhiskey in the air, and her eyes focused on the shape sat at the edge of the bed, his face barely visible through the dim candlelight. "I've been waiting a long time for you, this time. You're not usually this late."
"This is the last time," Druella murmured softly as she placed the rusty key on the dresser. She reached up and began to remove her earrings, kicking off her heeled shoes at the same time. "I am to be married in two weeks."
"Of course," came the familiar drawl of the man she had loved—still loved. He stood up from his seat on the bed and stepped forward until she could see him better. "Cygnus Black: a noble husband befitting a most noble woman."
Abraxas Malfoy wore a smirk on his features, but his icy blue eyes were cold and unreadable. However, Druella could tell by the prominent vein that throbbed on his temple and the way he ground his teeth as he spoke Cygnus's name, that he was angry. "You know I have no choice."
"We never have a choice," Abraxas replied. He helped her remove her mink-lined coat and hung it on the back of the door. "You had no choice when I proposed to you, and you said no to me. You had no choice when they offered you Cygnus Black instead."
"You know how our families feel about the House of Black," Druella murmured. Her eyes flickered to Abraxas's lips; the way they curved almost cruelly as he sneered. Her stomach ached at the sight of them—she wanted nothing more than to lunge forward and allow him to swallow her and her misery right up. "It would only be the same if a woman from the family was offered to you."
"Let's not talk of them any longer," Abraxas insisted. He stepped back and allowed his eyes to roam Druella's form. She had chosen to wear a navy, long-sleeved gown, with a long slit up the leg. His gaze lingered on the creamy thigh that peeked through the dress.
"It's not polite to look at a lady's legs," Druella whispered, edging ever closer to Abraxas. "Surely you know that."
"Perhaps if I were looking at a lady," Abraxas replied. "But you are a truly a devil under that dress." He reached out and gripped her waist with his hands, using flat palms to caress her hips, the small of her back, and stomach. Druella moved forward to meet his mouth, moaning softly when he returned her kiss. She tangled her fingers in his silky hair and pushed him back towards the bed.
"If only your parents could see you now," Abraxas breathed as Druella shoved him onto his back and straddled his hips firmly. She grabbed the lapels of his shirt and tore it open, sending buttons ricocheting across the room. When he tried to run his hands across her body once more she growled, and pressed his wrists down into the mattress. "Daddy's little girl no more. I don't think they would care to see you married to the most noble House of Black if they could only see what a terrible minx you've become."
"Stop talking," Druella hissed, bending down to cover his mouth with hers. She ground her groin into his as she spoke, and relished in the strangled moan that he released into her mouth, ruining the cool facade he tried so hard to maintain.
Abraxas broke free of her hold on his wrists and sat up with her in his lap, continuing to kiss her deeply. He ran his hands up her dress, grabbing handfuls of velvety fabric and tearing it away from her body roughly, until she was left in nothing but her black corset lingerie with scraps of navy velvet lying around them. She laughed at the destruction of her beautiful gown, and Abraxas watched as she shook her dark curls back. "I can't wait any longer," she murmured.
Abraxas nodded in response, and Druella was glad he no longer desired to tease and taunt her. His previously cool gaze was white-hot now, like blue flames flickered behind his irises. He fumbled with his belt and trousers, and Druella pushed her underwear to the side. Abraxas was the first man she had been with intimately, and they had been intimate together many times since, but their desperation made them awkward and clumsy. They bucked their groins together once, twice, until Abraxas moved into the right position and his length slid into her easily, causing both of them to cry out loudly, the sounds of their rapture ringing out into the night.
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Some time lately, Abraxas and Druella lay together under one thin sheet, panting heavily. Druella nuzzled her face into the crook of Abraxas's arm. Violin music was playing from somewhere else in the hotel, and she wondered absently if it had started when the noise of their lovemaking had dominated the hotel.
"This madness really can't happen again," Druella whispered.
"You call our love madness?"
"Yes," Druella confirmed. "The maddest of love. You were my first love, and I'll always love you."
Her heart swelled with shame as she spoke. She knew that no matter how much she grew to love Cygnus when they were married, it would never compare to how she felt about Abraxas.
He was, and always would be, her true love.
Written For:
Assignment #9: Religious Education Extra Credit - Orgies - Write smut.
Gotta Catch 'Em All: Abraxas/Druella pokeball, Magikarp prompts - (word) Music, (plot point) First Love, (time) Middle of the Night
Cooking Club Ingredients: White Wine - (pairing) Abraxas/Druella
Scavenger Hunt: Prompt Set - (object) black corset, (action) laughing, (word) moonlight, (word) madness
Film Festival: (setting) Hotel Room, (dialogue) "I proposed to you, and you said no to me."
Writing Club/Character Appreciation: (plot point) First Love
Writing Club/Disney Challenge: Society and Class - Write about blood status
Writing Club/Book Club: The Blue Moon - (colour) blue, (action) waiting for someone), (emotion) shame
Writing Club/Showtime: A Heart Full of Love - (emotion) shame
Writing Club/Buttons: (pairing) Abraxas/Druella
Writing Club/Sophie's Shelf: Shirley - (dialogue) "It's not polite to look at a lady's legs. Surely you know that."
Writing Club/Emy's Emporium: Airag - (object) Firewhiskey
Word Count: 1,005
