"Master."

Bellatrix couldn't call him anything besides that, not when she was lying on her back with him hovering above her. His eyes were dark here, like they'd been when she'd first known him. But his face was sharp and youthful, and his hair was thick and wavy. His arms and chest and stomach were lean and taut, sculpted just so. He was beyond anything Bellatrix could have imagined.

And right this minute, he was bending to kiss at her bare breasts, which made Bellatrix groan softly with want. She felt a deep flush of pleasure go through her core when he suckled one of her breasts into his mouth. He danced his tongue over her hard nipple, and she asked quietly,

"Have you always been so good at this?"

He laughed a little against her and pulled his head up. "No. The first time I was twenty-three, I had absolutely no idea what I was doing with a witch. It was you who taught me everything."

Bellatrix frowned in confusion. "How could I do that?"

"Practise makes perfect," Tom smirked. He kissed her between her breasts, then squeezed at the soft flesh with one hand. "I had quite a bit of practise with you, in a time you never experienced."

"This is all so strange," Bellatrix breathed. He was kissing in a line down her flat stomach now, pushing her thighs apart as he slid between them. Bellatrix clutched at the pillow that was beneath her head, and she watched as he descended. He let out a small, desperate sort of noise when his face went between Bellatrix's legs.

"Hold my hair," he instructed her. Bellatrix was confused by that order, but she obeyed. She snared her fingers into his thick waves and squeezed a little, and Tom grunted and nodded. Perhaps, Bellatrix pondered, he liked the feel of her holding him because it had been at least forty years since he'd had thick hair like this.

"I need to taste you," she heard him say, and before she could respond, he took hold of her hips and burrowed his face up against her. Bellatrix gasped at the feel of his tongue dragging up toward her clit - just like he'd done to the ice cream. He hadn't been kidding about that. He did it again, and again and again until Bellatrix was sure she would break into a thousand pieces. She squirmed where she lay, and his hands tightened on her thighs. Her own fingers were gripping his hair hard, and when he raised his eyes to her, she moaned helplessly. Suddenly he poked his tongue inside of her, lapping against her walls, and Bellatrix yelped.

"Hush," he scolded her, his breath warm on her sensitised skin, "I have neighbors."

"Sorry." Bellatrix tried to stay quiet then, but it was nearly impossible once he started to suck on the various parts of her. He pulled the lips of her womanhood into his mouth and licked them, and then he flicked his tongue over her clit. Bellatrix arched her back up and cried out, releasing his hair and reaching frantically for the sheets.

"Tom," she murmured, and the syllable felt so good on her lips that she said it again. "Tom. Tom."

"Mmm-hmm?" he hummed against her, lathing his tongue a few more times. Bellatrix couldn't think straight. She could hardly breathe. It felt so good - so good, better than anything in the world had felt before. His hands were rubbing at her thighs, soothing her, and she could feel a little tremble in them. He was aroused, too, she knew, but she was about to snap.

"Please," she said in a cracked whisper, though she wasn't sure what she was begging for. Tom licked very firmly at her clit then, his tongue sliding deeply from left to right, then right to left. He did that a few times in a row, and Bellatrix completely crumbled.

"Tom!" she cried, squeezing her eyes shut as a loud ringing pulsed in her ears. She moaned wordlessly as she came, her walls snapping around Tom's mouth. It was so much more intense than any climax Bellatrix had ever experienced, and she knew she was being very loud with her moans and whimpers. She couldn't help herself. She couldn't come quietly. Not when it felt this good.

"Bella," she finally heard him say, and when she opened her eyes, still panting, he stared at her. He pulled himself up onto his knees, and Bellatrix gasped. His cock in this body was probably perfectly ordinary, but Bellatrix had been a virgin when he'd taken her body with his grey, odd-looking organ. This one seemed remarkably masculine, with a thatch of dark hair around it, with its tan colour and the visible throb of his desire. Tom's shaking hand started to pump up and down his length, and then he paused, muttering, "Lubrico."

His wandless magic was impressive, Bellatrix thought distantly. He was a remarkably powerful wizard in the body of a twenty-three-year-old. He wouldn't need to spend years on the Continent learning the Dark Arts, because he'd already learnt them. His mind was experienced, but his body was fresh and young. He would be unstoppable now.

"Bellatrix." Tom tipped his head back a little and emitted a choked sort of sound. "Oh."

"Wait!" she cried, for she suspected he meant to come on her belly. She scrambled to grab his hips and pull him closer, and she begged him, "In my mouth. Please."

"No. It tastes… it tastes… bad." Tom was on the verge, Bellatrix could tell. She finally found his eyes, and she whispered,

"Please."

"Oh, Bella." He moved forward on his knees a little, and Bellatrix opened her mouth. When he came, the first spurt landed on her cheek, but the rest of it jetted between her lips and onto her tongue. It was bitter and metallic, but Bellatrix found she didn't mind, not one bit. Tom watched in awe as she swallowed it, and he gasped when she dragged the puddle off her cheek into her mouth with her finger.

"B-Bella…" Tom collapsed onto the bed beside her, and as he stared at the ceiling, his cock started to visibly soften. He gulped, and Bellatrix asked him,

"Are you all right, Master?"

"I forgot," he said breathlessly. "I forgot how… how intense it could feel. Old men don't feel things like that."

"Well, you're a young man here," Bellatrix smiled. She playfully pushed a rogue wave of his hair off his forehead, and she whispered, "I didn't know it could feel like that, either."

He shut his eyes and reminded her, "It's just pretend. Us saying we're married. Just pretend."

Bellatrix said nothing to that. She remembered how, in a vision of this time, he'd asked her over and over to marry him, and she'd said that she couldn't. I want to pretend, Tom Riddle had said in that vision.

She kissed at his tightly muscled shoulder, his hard chest with its sparse patch of hair at the centre, and she murmured,

"I think I will very happy pretending here with you, My Lord. And I think you will get everything you want."

He turned his head toward her and nodded.

"I'm already off to a rather rewarding start," he said, and he took a steady, certain breath.

"So you want the job, but you've never tattooed." The witch behind the counter had platinum blonde hair with streaks of blue and turquoise running through it. She wore an aggressively low-cut white blouse and a flouncy black skirt. She was very pretty, Bellatrix thought.

"I would like to learn," Bellatrix said. "I'm a quick learner."

The other witch blew and popped a bubble of Drooble's gum and shrugged. "Well. We've had that sign up for six months with no inquiries. If you want to learn, I'll teach you. My name's Edna. And you are?"

"Bella. Erm… Bella Riddle," said Bellatrix. Edna narrowed her eyes.

"Riddle? Any relation to Tom Riddle?"

Bellatrix felt her cheeks warm. "He's my husband."

Edna's sculpted eyebrows flew up. "Didn't know he'd gotten married. He was such a wolf in school; I didn't think he'd ever settle down."

That made Bellatrix's stomach churn, and she cleared her throat a bit. "I didn't know him in school; I went to Ilvermorny."

"Oh." Edna shrugged. "Well, you bagged yourself the most eligible bachelor in wizarding Britain. Congratulations. Now… come on over here and I'll show you the supplies. We'll start with the Indelible Ink."

Bellatrix numbly followed Edna back through the cramped shop, with its posters of designs and its somewhat messy work station. As she did, she thought that perhaps she'd ask Tom at dinner just what sort of a wolf he had been.

Author's Note: Woo hoo for lemons, right? But… uh-oh… do I spy a jealous Bellatrix on the horizon? Hmm…