Prompt: bellatrix/narcissa, teenagers or young adults - something kinky involving a shower, alcohol, and heavy breathing into ear/filthy dirty talk.
Rating: m
For: anonymous
Where: tumblr
A/N: this is so ridiculously long. good god, lol

What We Deserve
Bellatrix/Narcissa

"So you're just going to stand there and watch me take a shower, are you?" Narcissa asked, her words slurring a bit as she stepped underneath the hot jet of water. Her foot slipped in the slick tub and she nearly came crashing down, alcohol bottle in her hand and all, if not for Bellatrix reaching over to steady her.

"Seems I have to so you don't bash your bloody head open," Bellatrix retorted before grabbing the liquor bottle from her sister's grasp. "And you are so done with that."

"Give it here!" Narcissa protested angrily, swiping for the bottle and yet missing entirely and Bellatrix held it out of her reach. "I'm not a child, I can handle myself!"

"No one drinks when they're in the shower," Bellatrix responded, looking at her like she had gone completely mental. "For fuck's sake, just wash up so I can put you to bed and get on with having my fun." She tipped the bottle to her lips, taking a large swig herself. Narcissa glared at her before grabbing the shower curtain and pulling it so roughly that the metal prongs screeched against the bar, covering her from Bellatrix's view.

"Bitch," she mumbled, closing her eyes momentarily as tipped back her head, letting the water soak her long blonde hair.

The curtain was wrenched open once more.

"Leave it, you perv!" Narcissa shouted, whipping back around to face her sister. "If you wish to see me naked that badly then spy on me like any other self-respecting pedophile: out of view."

"If I'm out of view I can't very well catch your stupid arse when you fall down, now can I?" Bellatrix retorted, quickly growing annoyed with Narcissa's drunken, belligerent behavior. "And we're four years apart; I hardly think that qualifies as pedophilia."

"It does when you're an adult and I'm still a child," Narcissa muttered, turning her back to her so her sister would quit staring at her breasts. Honestly, it's like she didn't have a face to look at. While rationally she could understand the need to stare at someone's nude body if they had never seen it before, but it made her feel weird that her sister was looking.

For all sorts of different reasons.

"You're fifteen!"

"Stop staring at my arse," replied Narcissa, a smirk on her face as she purposely annoyed Bellatrix. She was bent down as she retrieved the loofa that had fallen to the base of the tub and she was almost positive that Bellatrix was looking. She hoped to shame her so badly that she'd just sodding leave.

"Wasn't your arse I was staring at, love."

As Narcissa's plan backfired she felt herself blush from nearly head to toe as she immediately straightened herself up. She wasn't thinking clearly; she had forgotten bending down that way would give Bellatrix a very intimate view of another area. "Bella!" she protested furiously, turning around to push her backwards.

Bellatrix shouted explicates as the bottle of liquor she had to her lips came spilling out all over her, soaking her dress. "What the bloody hell was that for? Look what you've done, you stupid cow!"

"You shouldn't be staring at my… my…" Narcissa stuttered, her face flushing once more.

"I wasn't staring at your pussy, you daft bimbo! Where's your head at? Honestly." Bellatrix's lip turned up as she started to smell the liquor on herself. "God, I hate you," she seethed before tearing off her dress and undergarments. Narcissa's eyes went wide.

"What are you doing?"

"What's it look like I'm doing?" Bellatrix countered as she threw her knickers across the bathroom. "I need to wash now and if I let you finish you'll use up all the hot water."

Narcissa stared at her, her brain seemingly unable to work now that her sister was naked. Perhaps she shouldn't have chided Bellatrix about staring because it was all she could seem to do. Her breasts were… they were sodding perfect.

How was that fair?

Narcissa looked down at her own chest self-consciously before crossing her arms over them, not wanting to be comparable to Bellatrix any longer since she seemed she couldn't hold a candle to her. Her face masked in annoyance. "You're not getting in here with me!"

"Watch me," responded Bellatrix as she climbed into the tub behind Narcissa. "Move," she told her, placing her hands on Narcissa's hips to guide her out of the way. Narcissa nearly jumped from her touch; from her naked sister's touch as she herself was nude. Her face was about fifteen different shades of red as she reluctantly moved, letting Bellatrix get under the stream of water.

Though Narcissa was angry, she still couldn't tear her eyes away from the image of her sister dipping her head underneath the spray of water, running her fingers through her hair. Her eyes were closed, her lips slightly parted as droplets of water rained down on her perfectly pale skin. Narcissa watched one droplet fall from the tip of her hardened nipple and she squeezed the loofa in her hand to try to remind herself to control her own bleeding thought process.

God, she was sick in the head, wasn't she?

As Narcissa started repeating a mantra in her mind that she wasn't having incestuous thoughts, that she was merely drunk and apparently ridiculously stupid, Bellatrix opened her eyes to look at her. "Are you just going to stand there and stare at my breasts all night or are you going to wash yourself?"

Narcissa's cheeks turned a violent shade of red. "Fuck off," she retorted. "I'm not going to bloody stand here and rub this thing all over my body while you're watching. I'm not a sodding show girl."

"I didn't say 'masturbate', Cissy; I said 'wash'."

Narcissa's mouth dropped open in horror. "I wasn't going to touch myself!" she practically shrieked, embarrassed. Bellatrix laughed like it was the funniest thing in the world.

"I know. But your face was priceless, wasn't it?"

Narcissa shrieked in aggravation and threw the loofa at her sister. It hit Bellatrix square in the face, which seemed to enrage her. She grabbed it and chucked it violently back towards Narcissa, who yelped and tried to duck. "Stop it!" She picked it up off the tub floor and threw it back at Bellatrix angrily.

Bellatrix picked up the loofa once more, eyes flashing dangerously. "Fine," she growled, grabbing the soap. "If you're going to be a complete child about everything, then obviously I'm going to have to wash you, aren't I?" The loofa began to froth in her hand from the soap bubbles before she started advancing on Narcissa's. The blonde's eyes went wide.

"No!" she protested. "Bella, don't be stupid; I can do it! Just… just give it!" She reached out for the loofa but Bellatrix already trapped her against the shower wall shoving the loofa in her face as she tried to start washing her neck. However Narcissa was attempting to scramble away from her at the same time, so she ended up with a face full of soap. She coughed, spitting bubbles. "Bellatrix, quit!"

"No," Bellatrix told her angrily. "If you want to act like a toddler then you'll be washed like one!" She started washing behind her ears and down her shoulder, keeping a firm hold on her sister with her other hand to keep her from squirming. Narcissa closed her eyes and scrunched up her face in defiance as she tried to push her away, but no avail. One of her arms was wrenched up above her head so Bellatrix could wash underneath it and her face colored again.

This was so humiliating.

"Bella, please; I can do it! Okay? You've made your point!"

"No, I don't think I have," Bellatrix responded, pressing her whole body against herself to still her movements as Narcissa nearly managed to get away. The feel of her sister's entire, wet, naked body against her made Narcissa nearly choke on her breath as her skin began to unwillingly heat up beneath her touch. Good god, she could feel her nipples against her own. Narcissa was sure she was going to pass out and she opened her eyes to try to keep that from happening.

But then Bellatrix was off of her.

Narcissa found herself able to breathe for a moment, but it was short lived. Suddenly the loofa was on her breasts, Bellatrix beginning to wash them and Narcissa felt her body began to react to it of its own accord. Her nipples stiffened immediately, like they were straining for Bellatrix's touch. Narcissa was sure she was going to die on the spot; her sister had noticed.

"I don't know why you're fighting this, Cissy," Bellatrix told her in a low voice, amused. "You're obviously enjoying it."

"Shut up!" Narcissa shrieked, feeling humiliated. How was this happening right now? Was she becoming some sort of perverted freak? For God's sake, her life was becoming a bloody joke. "I can't control what my body does, Bella; leave me alone!"

"I think your nipples would be very displeased if I did that," Bellatrix taunted, making Narcissa want to cry from the shame. She closed her eyes tightly and looked away from her, giving up on fighting for a moment because she was sure it was futile. If she just let her sister be a bitch and wash her like she was a child, then it would be over quicker.

But then the loofa slid down past her stomach, settling between her legs. Narcissa's eyes popped open in surprise and she turned her head quickly to face her sister. "Bellatrix, stop! I can wash there myself!" She tried to push her away again, but Bellatrix flattened herself against her once more, making the breath leave the younger Black.

"I know," Bellatrix taunted. "But it wouldn't be half as much fun."

"You're perverted!"

"And you enjoy it," she hissed, sliding the loofa up and down her slit softly, teasing Narcissa's clit in a way that made her pant. The blonde bit her bottom lip hard, trying to force herself to not get pleasure from what her sister was doing to her. Was this rape? Oh god, Bellatrix was raping her!

But if this was rape, then why the hell did it feel so good?

Bellatrix's breath was heavy in her ear and it made Narcissa ungodly wet. She closed her eyes and whimpered, trying to tell herself that she was not an incestuous pervert, that this was all Bellatrix, but she felt her hips straining to get a firmer contact with the loofa her sister teased her with.

"Bella, please…" she pleaded softly, sure her brain was about to explode from too many emotions at once.

"Please what?" Bellatrix whispered, brushing the hair from Narcissa's neck. She slid her tongue up Narcissa's neck before taking her earlobe gently between her teeth. Narcissa was sure she was going to fall apart; there was no denying what this was now. There was no pretending what Bellatrix's intentions were anymore.

"Please stop touching me with that," she whispered, finding the words themselves hard to even mutter because her whole body ached for her sister to continue. But she needed to be the level-headed one. She needed—

The loofa dropped to the floor, forgotten. Narcissa groaned involuntarily as she felt her sister's fingers slide through her folds, gathering her wetness on her fingertips before softly stimulating her clit. Oh god, this was not what she meant! But she felt her fingers tangling in Bellatrix's wet locks, grasping her hair firmly as she cried out in pleasure from her sister's ministrations. She didn't want her stop. She needed her to leave her be. She wanted to be fucked raw. She wanted to curl up into a ball and cry.

"Prop your leg up on the edge of the tub," Bellatrix requested softly, her words a breathy whisper into her ear. Narcissa moved without thinking, doing what she was told so her sister could slide three fingers so deep inside of her that she was sure she was going to pass out from the feeling.

"Bella!" she cried out, her nails digging into her skin as her throat tightened. She wanted her sister to fuck her desperately and it made her want to slit her throat for wanting such a disgusting thing. Bellatrix began to slide in and out of her, twisting her fingers inside of her and making Narcissa's head spin. She whimpered in need as she trust her hips against her hand.

"I'm going to fuck you all night, Cissy," Bellatrix breathed heavily into her ear. "Do all the filthy little things to you that you've always accused me of wanting to do, because I fucking get it now." She began to pick up the pace of her fingers, slamming in and out of Narcissa relentlessly. The blonde sobbed in pleasure, holding onto Bellatrix for dear life as she continued. "You said that shit because you wanted it," she accused. "You told me I was perverted because you were; you were just too sodding scared to do anything about it. I could tell the second you laid eyes on me when I was naked; your gaze begged for me to fuck you up against this wall."

Her thumb slipped against Narcissa's clit and she cried out in need; her moans begging for her to bring her to a mind-numbing orgasm despite her brain calling her all sorts of fucked up things in her head for being this sick.

"I'm going to make you straddle my face," Bellatrix went on, her voice labored by how turned on she was getting. "I'm going to shove my tongue so far up your cunt that you scream my name, beg me to make you come in my mouth. I bet you taste like honey, Cissy; I can't fucking wait to have all of you…"

Narcissa panted, her head swimming with the mental image of that. Her whole body ached for her sister and that made her feel like a freak. She wanted to come, but she wanted to die as well. It was, honestly, the most fucked up situation she had ever found herself in and yet she craved to have so much more.

God, this was going to destroy her.

And yet, the only thing she gasped out was, "Harder!" and Bellatrix readily obliged. Her fingers curled inside of her and Narcissa stifled a scream, biting so hard on her lower lip that she split it. Oh God, she was going to Hell… they were both going to go to Hell, weren't they? That was a terrifying thought and yet Narcissa couldn't find it in her to stop this. Instead, she found herself pushing her hips further into her sister's hand, silently pleading for release.

She was going to burn for eternity because of this.

"I'd do anything for you, do you know that?" Bellatrix whispered in her ear, her heavy breath making Narcissa shiver. "You are the most utterly frustrating person I've ever met in my life and sometimes I want to strangle you, but… I would die for you. You're everything to me; I need you to know that…" She moved her head a little to capture Narcissa's lips with hers, but only for a moment. "I need you to feel that, Cissy… Tell me you feel that, Narcissa; tell me you love me…"

Her voice almost held a twinge of begging in it; fearful that maybe she didn't. But Narcissa did. God, she loved her with every inch of her being. But that was the problem, wasn't it? They weren't meant to love each other like this. She wasn't meant to want this as desperately as she found she did.

Sick. Disgusting. Hell. Burning. Sinning. Perversion.

…But did it matter?

"I love you… Oh god, I fucking… uggff," Narcissa cut herself off with a groan, eyes closed and face contorted in pleasure as Bellatrix's increased the pressure on her clit. "Bella! Fuck!" she cried out, feeling the pressure begin to become overwhelming. Her nails dug into her sister's skin and she screamed, burying her face in Bellatrix's neck as she came the hardest she ever had in her life.

And then she burst into tears.

It mattered.

"Cissy!" Bellatrix exclaimed, actual worry crossing over her features; a look Narcissa rarely ever saw. Bellatrix hardly cared about anything and it was almost just a shocking as what they just did, that she seemed to care now. "No, come on," she pleaded, sounding a little scared. She probably was fearful that everything was entirely one-sided. Narcissa wished that it was. "Shh, love; it's okay…" she tried to sooth her, wrapping her up in her arms.

"Stop it! Stop touching me!" Narcissa shrieked desperately, pushing her sister away from her. The look on Bellatrix's face nearly broke her heart; she had never seen her look so hurt before. But it didn't matter then. Nothing mattered besides the fact that she was currently having the biggest panic attack of her life. "Don't ever touch me!" she screeched, looking frightened. "You're disgusting! This… this is vile, Bellatrix! You're sick! I'm sick! I'm fucking… I'm fucking fucked in the head! This is wrong! THIS IS ALL WRONG; STOP IT!"

"I'm… I-I'm sorry," Bellatrix replied, looking incredibly shaken up and like she didn't know what to do with herself. "Cissy, please. I didn't… I mean, I-I thought—No, Narcissa!" She tried to reach for her when Narcissa attempted to scramble out of the shower in her haste to get away from Bellatrix, but she was still drunk and she tripped, tumbling to the floor in a heap… right on top of the empty alcohol bottle. It hit the marble floor and shattered, slicing one of Narcissa's forearms so deeply that it must have cut a vein because a startling about of blood followed.

"Cissy! Cissy!" Bellatrix cried, climbing out of the shower so fast Narcissa barely even saw her move. "Fuck, fuck! Don't move!" she shouted desperately, grabbing a towel off the rack and covering her sister's forearm with it, applying pressure in hopes of stopping the bleeding momentarily. "Here, just hold it like this okay? Keep pressure on it while I go get my wand." She tried to let go of it but Narcissa wouldn't hold the towel. "Cissy! Listen to me, do what I say! Please!"

"Just let me bleed," Narcissa sobbed, feeling damaged beyond repair. "This is what happens, Bella; don't you get it? We're disgusting, it's what we deserve!"

"No, no!" Bellatrix screamed, holding the towel to Narcissa's arm despite her protests. "It was a fucking accident, Narcissa; not some kind of divine intervention! There's nothing wrong with us! Now get up!" She forcefully pulled Narcissa to her feet, knowing she was going to have to bring Narcissa with her to get her wand lest she wished to have her sister bleed out all over the bathroom floor. "Get up before I knock you the fuck out and have to carry you!" Bellatrix shrieked, fearful by how blood soaked the piece of material was getting.

Narcissa didn't have much fight left in her so she followed, sobbing the entire time. Once Bellatrix had gotten her into her room and healed her, she took Narcissa in her arms and let her cry as she held her once damaged forearm protectively. "Don't… don't ever fucking scare me like that again, do you hear me? You don't deserve to die; neither of us do! Please, Cissy…"

She was crying; Narcissa can't remember the last time she saw her sister do that. It was heartbreaking.

"We're fucked up, Bella…" she sobbed into her neck, devastated that they had both turned out this way. She had tried so hard to be normal and now she's condemned them both. She felt like vomiting. She was shaking, but so was her sister.

"No, no, Cissy; look at me," Bellatrix told her forcefully, lifting Narcissa's head up so she would look at her. "We're not sick," she told her. "We're not fucked up, and we're not disgusting, okay? The whole sodding world is fucked to shit, Narcissa… but not us. We're perfect; each of us. Do you hear me? We're perfect."

"I don't feel very perfect…" Narcissa sniffed, another tear falling from her eye. Bellatrix wiped it away with her thumb.

"Then I'll spend the rest of my life trying to make you feel that way, okay?" Bellatrix tried softly, looking at her with more love than Narcissa had ever seen, or felt, in her entire life. She wanted to believe it, but her skin felt like it was crawling. Yet still, all she wanted to do was kiss her sister something fierce and block out the world around them.

So she did. She kissed Bellatrix with every ounce of feeling and desperation in her, knowing that one day she would end up killing herself because of all this. She just hoped that when she did, Bellatrix would come with her… because she didn't want to burn in Hell alone.

- FIN -